amberfocus | Treading Water (2/3)

A/N: I know it was originally a two parter, but it didn't want to smoosh itself down into just two parts so now it's a three parter. I can't argue with it when it gets this way. Not work or child friendly. NC-17. Nine/Rose. Sorry about the formatting. LJ is wonky and doesn't want to let me take out the extra lines between paragraphs. *sighs*

Chapter Two

The Doctor stares at Rose unable for a moment to fathom what she is doing; unable to believe she would be doing it for him despite what he suspects she feels. But as article after article of her clothing disappears and she stands there in front of him naked and vulnerable and so frightened he can hear her heart pounding in her chest, he knows she is offering herself to him. He doesn’t know exactly why, whether she is trying to make peace with him or has finally given up trying to get through to his reason and is going straight for his primal instincts. Whatever it is he cannot drag his eyes away.

She is scared, yes, but it isn’t of him and it isn’t of this. She is scared he’s going to reject her, to shut her down before anything has a chance to happen, but that option disappeared with her clothing, his self-control long since a deserter in this particular battle for his fate, for hers, which have now become irrevocably entwined.

He steps toward her but as he approaches and reaches for her she darts around him and with a swift, light slap to his backside she hollers, “Tag, you’re it,” and making a quick little dash to the pool, does a swan dive into the deep end. Always one up for a chase, especially with such a delicious prize for his efforts, he follows her into the water, his fast strokes catching her within half a length of the pool. It’s still over her head here, but he can touch the bottom. He holds her up and against him, his arms tightening as her skin comes into full contact with his own.

She gives him a challenging look. “You’re a fast swimmer.”

“I’m not sure you were trying that hard to get away,” he says in a low, throaty voice.

She gives him her cheekiest smile and tilts her head to the side. “Wasn’t,” she says simply.

“No?” He can’t help but grin.

“No.” She shakes her head firmly. “Why would I want to when I’ve been trying to get you to catch me for weeks now?”

“For weeks?” he parrots.

“Weeks and weeks and weeks,” she says with a determined nod. “You seemed very determined not to catch me.” Her lower lip comes out in a pout and he wants to suck on it. “And I know that you wanted to.”

“Oh, I wanted to. I just…Rose, are you sure this is what you want?”

“You really think I changed my mind and came with you just because you said it also travels in time?” she asks him rolling her eyes.

“You’ve wanted me that long?”

“Yeah. Haven’t you?” she demands

He doesn’t answer her question. Instead he says, “Rose, I’m not a safe man to be around.”

“Made my choice when I came with you, didn’t I?” she asks. “If I wanted safe I’d be home shagging Mickey. That’s not what I want.” She holds onto his shoulders and leverages herself up so she can wrap her legs around his waist. It brings her breasts within inches of his mouth. “I want you.”

He groans as her breast bumps his nose and his mouth finds her nipple of its own accord, his tongue strong and firm around it. Her sex is resting just above his penis and he wants desperately to simply lower her onto it. He restrains himself, flicking at the little bud with the tip of his tongue instead and driving her to distraction. He uses the flat of his tongue then to circle the areola. She shudders against him and he stops what he’s doing to grin at her before switching to the other side to make the other nipple match its twin.

“Make love to me,” Rose tells him softly. “I need you.” He starts walking to the shallow end of the pool and then makes for the steps leading out. “In the pool,” she says.

“Rose, I know that might sound romantic, but the practical application leaves a lot to be desired,” he says as he carries her up the steps. As gravity returns to her body, her weight presses firmly against his shaft and he growls. He carries her over to a wicker chase with a soft, waterproof pad but continues to hold her.

“How come?” she pouts.

“Chlorine inhibits the natural lubrication of a human female. Water itself doesn’t help things. Doesn’t matter how ready for me you might have been on land, in the water, not so much,” he says matter-of-factly.

“And you know this because?” she demands a bit jealously.

“Because I read a lot,” he answers calmly. “I’ve never been with a human woman, Rose. Never wanted one like I want you. Never wanted anyone like I want you. And since we’re going to do this, you are going to need to be well lubricated. If you’ll notice,” and he shifts her so that she slides against his thickness and shudders, “I’m not a small man.”

She blushes furiously. “What, you can strip off all of your clothes and play naked swimming tag, but talking about the practicalities of sex makes you embarrassed?” he asks.

“No, it’s not that. Talking about sex doesn’t embarrass me. It’s just…you’re always the teacher and I’m always the student and sometimes I feel so stupid. I'm the human. You'd think I'd know these things. Just once I wish I could teach you something you didn’t know how to do,” she says.

“But you have, Rose,” he says. “Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“You’ve taught me how to be happy.”

“You didn’t know how to be happy?” she asks.

“Not before I met you. I think I’d forgotten how. You may have noticed I’m not an easy man to live with.” At Rose’s snort he looks offended. “Oi!”

“Worth every minute,” she tells him and leans down a bit to kiss him. It is their first kiss and she means it to be playful as her tongue darts out to lick his upper lip. He moves too quickly, capturing her tongue with his lips and bringing it into his mouth. After a stifled little gasp his ever quick on the uptake young companion begins to find her way around the recesses of his mouth. He lets her control it, senses her need to learn her way around, find out what he responds to. With her it’s damn near everything.

When Rose has satisfied her curiosity she teases the Doctor’s tongue into her mouth and he seems to be ignoring the lounge she’d thought he’d been planning to lay her down on and takes a few short strides forward into the little alcove that normally holds towels on a stone ledge at a height she thinks might be perfect for what they have in mind. He breaks from her mouth and says, “Hold on to me,” and waits for her to tighten her hold round his neck, crushing her breasts against his face.

He reaches blindly for the towels through his face full of Rose, knocks all but a couple from the shelf and lays them out to make a small cushion before he sets Rose down on it, her back firmly against the wall. “Sorry,” she smirks. “Hope that didn’t interfere with your breathing.”

“You could smother me with your breasts for a good ten minutes and I’d be okay. To breathe, anyway. Don’t know about walking anywhere afterwards. Respiratory bypass only helps with the breathing,” he says cheekily. “Still, if it did smother me, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. Want to try?” His manic grin makes her giggle and she reaches for his head to claim his mouth again in another kiss. It is brief and passionate and his tongue thrusts powerfully against hers. He is at the perfect height for entry but he refrains, simply pressing against her instead while he takes her mouth.

His hands gently stroking her breasts are at odds with the fierceness of his kissing. One hand trails down across her stomach to the apex of her thighs and he gently fingers her folds, his index finger brushing lightly over her clitoris and making her jerk towards his touch. He breaks the kiss, kneels down on the towels on the floor, and pushes his face into her sex.

His nose bumps across the little bundle of nerves while his tongue searches out her opening and finds its way inside her. She groans intensely at the sensation as he strokes softly in and out three times before seeking out her clit with one long upward glide. He arrows in on this pleasure center with a focus that jolts through both her nipples as it does with the bit of flesh peaking from its hood as her desire heightens.

The Doctor circles it intently, varying his motions enough that she begins to suspect he’s writing out letters or words or mathematical equations. When she recognizes the symbol of Pi she knows it’s the math. She’ll have to call him on that later. Right now she’s not sure she can speak. Her fingers rub against the top of his head and stroke his ears, the only parts of him she can reach.

His deliberate tongue moves too slowly and she feels a careful finger at her soaking entrance. He is gentle as he enters her and soon she is writhing back and forth on the seat and begging him for more. She isn’t sure if it’s more fingers or an orgasm that she wants, but he takes it as more fingers and inserts first a second and then more cautiously a third. The feeling of fullness is enormous and she gasps. His tongue stills and she begs him to go on, faster, harder, she doesn’t care. She just wants, wants, wants. He picks up his pace and she feels a burning wave begin to build inside her.

Senseless noises fall from her lips as he drives her to the breaking point and then pulls back, stops, moves away. “No, no, come back,” she begs him, but he doesn’t. He wipes his mouth on one of the towels and rises to his feet and takes his penis into his hand. Rose’s eyes widen as she realizes that though his length is a solid seven or eight inches, it was his width that he must have been talking about when he had stated that she’d need to be well lubricated to make love with him. It is nothing monstrous, nothing fearful, but it is enough that she is quite glad he was using three fingers. And still he’ll stretch her a bit beyond that.

Rose hopes that there will be time later for her to touch him, stroke him, learn his body. She doesn’t think it’ll be this time, her body already so desperate on the edge of orgasm, she can’t pause for it. She needs this to start right now. She thinks it’s going to be fast and furious and hard with her back scraping the wall.

She’s wrong. The Doctor has no intention of rushing anything. He is a Time Lord after all, and he has all the time in the universe. And he finally has Rose right where he wants her.

Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/127076.html