The Prettiest Rose on Prometheus (4/4)

[amberfocus]

A/N:  Yes, my dears, it's the final chapter and as promised Nine and Rose make love in this chapter, so not work or child friendly, okay?  I mean it.  Though I don't quote lyrics in this chapter, the song they dance to in their knickers is called Sway and it's the Julie London version.  It can be found here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWNJmM8GLy0  It sets the mood quite well, when they get to that part.

                                                              Chapter Four: Sway with Me

The Doctor hesitated briefly at his bedroom door and looked down at Rose. He wondered if it were possible for her to have any inkling what this moment meant for him. He had hoped that she would acquiesce to his desires, but despite her declaration of love when she hadn’t known he’d been listening, he still hadn’t been sure she’d want to take it this far this soon. He reached out and stroked a loose strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Rose leaned into the touch and he cradled her jaw with his hand. A gentle bubbling up of hope for their future swelled through him.

Her life, so short, so fragile, was so important to him, despite the fact that the span of it was practically measured in a heartsbeat in comparison to his own. He didn’t know if he could begin to tell her what this meant to him. For the Doctor, making love was a permanent thing. He wouldn’t be able to go back to being just friends with her if she were to change her mind about this relationship after the fact.

He debated on whether or not to tell her that Gallifreyans mated for life. It wouldn’t be the same for her, because she was human, but when he did this, it meant he would be tied to her for the rest of his life. But Rose…Rose would be free to walk away from him at any time. He knew he should say something, let her know exactly that, but he would rather have this moment and later have two broken hearts, than not have it at all because he scared her away with his own species’ constraints.

He should have known his Rose better than that. She was always listening, always curious. “What did you mean, Doctor, when you said there was no coming back from this? Not with you?” she wanted to know.

“I won’t be able to go back to being just friends again after we make love,” he said. It was the simplest answer.

“What if you change your mind, decide you don’t want me anymore?” she asked. “You know, after?”

“Not possible.”

"You say that now."

"I mean it."

“Everything’s possible. It’s happened before.” Her eyes were huge and vulnerable as she admitted this piece of her past to him.

“It won’t happen,” he said with conviction. “Not once we… I’m not like a human man, Rose. It doesn’t work that way for me. That’s why if you’re with me, I don’t want you seeing other men. Once we do this, even the idea of another man touching you…” He shook his head. “I couldn’t bear it. I can barely bear it now.”

“I told you before; I don’t want any other man. Why would I want another man if I know that you want me?”

“You’re young. You could change your mind,” he said doubtfully.

“You’re old. So could you,” she said acerbically.

“No, I can’t. It’s more than that, Rose. For me, it’s so much more than that. You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me,” she said running her hand through her hair in her frustration. She had a feeling that despite all his brave talk in the bower, he was searching now for a way to change his mind, or hers, about what she wanted to do. What she had thought he wanted to do, too. Her eyes fell to the floor. “Or have you changed your mind?” she asked trying unsuccessfully to keep her voice from breaking.

“No!” he said so loudly that it startled her into looking back up. “No,” he repeated more quietly. “I haven’t changed my mind, Rose. I just…I don’t want to force you into anything,” he said.

“Force me? You’d never force me into anything, Doctor. You’re the kindest, gentlest man I know. You might be frightening to the rest of the world, the Oncoming Storm and all that, but to me you’re just my Doctor,” she told him.

“Your Doctor?” He marveled at the possessive wording.

“Yeah. If…if you want to be,” she said softly.

“Rose, Time Lords mate for life,” he blurted.

Rose gulped. “For life?”

“Yes.”

“And you—and you want to—want to do that, with me?” Her voice rose to a high in her astonishment. “I thought…I thought you were seeking exclusivity,” she told him. “But…but you’re seeking more, aren’t you?”

“It will be more for me,” he admitted. “It won’t be the same for you because you’re human, but for me, it means I’ll always be tied to you, until the day that you die. And yes, I want that,” he told her. “Because it’s you, Rose. It’s how I feel about you. Even if you leave me later on, I still…I still want it. I still want you.”

“Is there a way,” she asked slowly, “to make it be the same for me?”

“What?”

“Can it be the same for me? Can I…can I feel the same things you feel? Feel the deeper connection? Can I be mated to you for the rest of my life?” she asked him biting her lip, her eyes seeking some kind of reassurance from his, her heart pounding a mile a minute.

“Yes,” he said with a slow nod. “But Rose, you’d be, we’d be…you wouldn’t be able to leave me.”

“I’m okay with that,” she said.

“It means--.”

“I get what it means,” she interrupted him.

“You should wait,” he replied. “Wait until after we’ve made love, so you can be sure. You don’t want to tie yourself to this battle weary old man until you know.”

Rose shook her head. “I already know,” she told him. “I’ve known for a long time. I don’t want my old life back. I don’t want any life that doesn’t have you in it.”

“But Rose--.”

“We enter into this together,” she said stubbornly. “Same way we do everything else.”

“But it’s, it’s…”

“It’s you, Doctor. And it’s me,” she answered simply.

“You’re so young.”

“You said that before. Good thing, isn’t it? Means we’ll have more years together.”

“Your mum is going to kill me,” he said.

“Oh,” she said twisting her mouth ruefully. “You’re right. Guess we shouldn’t do this after all, then.”

“What?” the Doctor asked in astonishment and sudden fear clenched at his guts before he saw the twinkle in her eyes and the twitching of her lips. “You minx.”

“Relax, Doctor. I won’t let her. Kill you, I mean. This is too important a decision to make based on what my mother may or may not do. Now are you done throwing roadblocks at me?” she demanded. He nodded sheepishly. “There’s only one thing that’s important here. Do you love me?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, swallowed hard and then met her gaze as evenly as he could. “And I love you, too. So if there’s a way for me to share this—this—.”

“Bonding,” he supplied the word.

“’Bonding with you, then I want to. I may not have as many years left as you do, Doctor, but they’re all yours. If you want them.”

“I want them,” he said. “I want you.”

“Then you shall have me,” she said softly. “Always.” His hearts nearly burst with joy.




Somehow, when Rose had fantasized about this, she'd always thought the Doctor would be possessive and needy about sex, the same way he often was with her in day to day life. She had thought that he would take what he wanted, hard, fast, and furiously. In her darkest fantasies there had been walls involved, or being bent over the console in the control room, or her being shoved up against a tree, the bark hard at her back while he plunged into her. Clothing was torn away quickly, not slowly removed. It probably said something about her that she thought that way, but this was different, this was reality, and there was nothing aggressive in him in this moment. She was surprised that she didn’t want there to be. What turned her on in dreams was a far cry from what he was doing here and now and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rose stood before him and he walked around behind her, his big hands settling firmly on her shoulders before one slid across the back of her neck and down the scooped back of the dress to the zipper. He inched it down a little at a time, his lips leaving soft, breathy kisses on each patch of exposed skin as he revealed it. She could feel him kneeling behind her, his mouth pressed to the small of her back, his hands straddling her waist. She felt his cool tongue come out and taste her skin and she swayed, grateful for his hold on her to keep her upright.

She sighed when he had tasted his fill and rose to his feet. His fingers spread the back of the dress further open and then he trailed them across her shoulder blades and up to her shoulders. He pushed the wide straps down her arms and then turned her to face him. Rose was holding the sundress to her body and he gently reached out and took her hands, pulling them away from her torso and placing them at her sides. He eased the fabric down, exposing the ivory silk of her bra to his gaze.

The dress still hung from her hips for a moment before he knelt again, this time before her. His mouth found the smooth skin of her belly and he layered it with kisses as he eased the garment from her rounded hips. It fell to the floor in a swish, the Algoranquin cotton pooling at her feet. His hands moved next to her garters, deftly detaching them from the bottom of the matching ivory knickers she wore and dropping them onto the floor. His mouth made a trail down her thigh to the knee then back up the other side before returning to her belly followed by his hands, then rising up her body to press their attentions against the parts of her breasts spilling out of the bra.

Slowly he took a step back from her and discarded his suit jacket. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and Rose reached forward for the tie and pulled it quickly from his neck. As much as she’d been honored that he’d dressed up for her, it didn’t seem right to see him wearing such formal clothes. She’d rather be stripping him of leather. She unbuttoned the first few buttons at his neck and he gave an impatient growl, gripping the hem of the shirt and simply pulling it off over his head.

Rose stared at his chest, at the smattering of hair between his pectoral muscles, at the thin line that led downwards, disappearing into the waistline of his trousers. His hand moved to the buckle of his belt. “Rose?”

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time I may have to drop you into the Vortex on a bungee cord,” she told him. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Have to get you back, don’t I?” she asked cheekily. “I’m sure, Doctor.”

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to do the honors,” he said gesturing to his belt. “But it’s nice to know you’re that sure.”

She blushed. “Yeah, I’d like to.” She stepped towards him, trying not to let her hands shake as she reached out and unfastened the buckle, pulled the belt slowly from the loops at his hips, then added it to the growing pile of clothing at their feet. Her hand came to rest on the fastener of his trousers and she undid it before carefully grasping the zipper. She closed her eyes and pulled it down, her fingers ghosting lightly across his erection. The Doctor made a tiny little noise and pushed into her hand and her womb tightened in response. Her eyes flew open.

The Doctor was watching her with very dark eyes, his nostrils flaring as he caught her body’s sudden let down of arousal. Rose took a deep breath and pushed his trousers down over his slim hips. She fell to her knees before him and helped remove the clothing from his ankles. “Your feet are green,” she said abruptly.

“What?”

“Your feet. They’re green. From the dancing on moss,” she pointed out.

“Ah.” He glanced over her body. “Yours are, too.”

“Should probably do something about that,” she said. “We don’t want to stain the sheets.”

“Oh, I think we’ll be doing that anyway,” the Doctor said cheekily. “Repeatedly.”

“I meant green,” she told him. She rose to her feet and he gave a disappointed sigh. She hooked her finger in the waistband of his black boxer briefs and ran it along the elastic. “I’ll only be a moment.”

She hurried into his bathroom and filled a small basin with warm, soapy water. She carried it out to his room and set it down on the floor by his chair. “Sit,” she told him. She dashed back into the loo and retrieved a few cloths.

Rose sat before him and lifted one of his feet, dunking a clean cloth into the water. She proceeded to wash his foot quite a bit more thoroughly than she’d ever washed her own. By the time she’d rinsed and dried the foot and given it back to him she thought he was going to go crazy. It probably hadn’t helped his state of arousal that she’d sucked on the big toe before releasing it. She washed the other foot even more slowly, her eyes frequently straying to the hard steel between his legs, still hidden away behind fabric.

When she released the second foot he stood and gestured her into the chair. If she thought she’d tortured him with the foot bath, it was nothing to what his skilled fingers and mouth did to her own feet once he’d washed them clean. She was weak with desire.

He slipped his lips up to the inside of her ankle bone then trailed his tongue in slow little licks up to her knee. He stopped there, his fingers brushing the inside of her thigh briefly before he leaned back and stood. And instead of immediately moving to take her to bed or strip the rest of her clothing from her body, he’d lifted the basin and returned it to the bathroom, washing it out before returning to her side.

The Doctor held his hand out to Rose and she took it, rising to her feet on wobbly legs, the impression of his lips and tongue on her leg still tingling against her skin. His huge hands went to her stomach—how had she never noticed how impossibly big they were before?—sliding slowly up and onto her still-clad breasts. His fingers glided over the silk, gently cupping her and then kneading lightly. Her nipples rose up under his touch and he used his palms to rub little circles over the tightening buds. She arched towards him, her hair, long since a victim to his hands, trailing nearly to her waist as she threw back her head and exposed her neck.

He took this as an offer and dipped his head, his teeth nipping lightly at the pulse point there, a soft growl issuing from his throat that soaked her already damp knickers. She moaned and her hands sought him then, her fingers coming into contact with the hard lines and sharp angles of his chest. He sucked in his breath at her touch and a swelling of feminine pride filled her that his reaction to her was as strong as hers was to his. She traced his muscles, firm and strong but not overly large. Her fingers trailed down to count his ribs, moved lower still across his abdomen. One hand ghosted across his navel to trace the thin line of hair that disappeared into the black cotton, the only barrier left to her on his body.

She ran her hands around to his back, raising them to his shoulder blades. His teeth sank into her neck and she gasped, her pelvis driving forward into his body. He laughed against her skin and in retaliation she raked her nails down his back. Not too hard, but definitely in fair warning that she would give as good as she got if he wanted to play those kinds of games.

His tongue laved the marks where he had bitten her and she rubbed lightly against the scratch marks. Soft music filtered into the room and Rose glanced up at the ceiling as the lights softened. It was impossible not to sway to the gentle Latin beat. The Doctor’s hips moved to the music and before Rose knew it he’d pulled her into a bit of a marimba. Of course, she’d pictured them dancing in their knickers before but it had been the other type of dancing.

Still she followed him through the dance steps, her mind filling in the words from a singer closer to her own time, even if the person currently singing it had been born in 1926, a fact the Doctor couldn’t help but impart despite the romantic situation. Always teaching her something and honestly she hoped that never changed, but right now his mouth could be put to far better use.

Rose reached up and pulled his head down to her mouth, her eager tongue begging ingress as it brushed across his lips. He let her in, let her take the lead in the kiss and explore. She did so without hesitation, claiming his mouth as her right. With long, slow sweeps she sought out every hidden nook and cranny until she’d memorized his teeth, his tongue, the roof of his mouth. When she swept across it he shuddered and backed her towards the bed.

She felt the mattress at the back of her thighs and the Doctor’s hands were suddenly reaching around her and unfastening the small eyes and hooks of her bra. He eased the straps down her shoulders and then she let the garment fall to her feet. The Doctor let forth a strangled sound and took a step back from her, his eyes completely black as he focused intently on her naked breasts.

He pushed her backwards and she fell back onto the bed, quickly scooting onto it fully, her head finding a pillow. He was beside her before she could reach for him, his mouth fastening onto the nearest nipple, his tongue swirling around the heightened pearl. She cried out as his hand found her other nipple and began to work it, twisting, pulling, rolling the sensitive bud.

She brought one hand to his hair and stroked the back of his head as he lapped enthusiastically. The other fisted in the bed sheets as he played her body like a violin. Eventually he kissed his way down her body, his lips coming to rest just above her ivory silk knickers. “Take them off, please,” she said softly. He was more than happy to comply and when she was naked he kneeled at her feet, his eyes drinking her in.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her. He stood up quickly and skimmed off his boxer briefs, his back to her. Her eyes took in the smooth lines of his bum, his buttocks sleek and firm from hours of hard running. He turned to her then and she felt her eyes widen as she took in his masculinity. Words like beautiful didn’t generally come to her mind when confronted by a man’s penis, but there was something about him, the way he stood, the way his erection seemed so proud and strong and deliciously firm that she thought he was.

He was wider than she’d expected, and certainly longer than any lover she’d had before, but he was more or less human in appearance and she was pretty sure she was wet enough to accommodate him. Her womb contracted at the thought of him inside her and she sighed, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips as she stared at his manhood.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered. Rose swallowed hard but complied with his request. Slowly she opened her thighs to his lingering gaze. He just stared at her for a long minute before crawling back onto the bed. He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs and then said, “Is it okay if I make love to you now? I’d like to do more, later, but Rose, I need desperately to be inside you.”

She nodded. “Oh, yes,” she told him. He moved towards her but then stopped when she asked, “What about…what about babies, Doctor? Can I get pregnant from this?”

“I could get you pregnant, Rose, but only in a test tube. We’re not compatible species without some genetic tinkering.”

“All right.” She widened her thighs further as he slid up between them. She reached for him, wrapped her hand lightly around his penis and stroked up and down his rigid length a few times before letting him go. He dipped a finger inside her, tested her depths, added a second and then slowly a third, stretching her for his girth. He snugged the tip of his shaft up against her opening and slowly pushed his way in.

Oh, he was cold! “You’re so hot,” he whispered. “Burning.”

“You’re like ice,” she told him. Tingles washed through her from the inside out and slowly the temperature differential inside her began to even out as he warmed and she cooled. “Better?” she asked and he nodded. She smiled at the way he filled her, the way he waited for her body to adjust to the size of him within her.

Slowly he began to move, his hips thrusting easily, steadily inside her as if he had been doing this all along, as if he already knew what felt good between them, what was right. It certainly felt as if he did as she raised her pelvis to meet his gentle glides within her body. She noticed then, a whisper against the edge of her awareness. It was blue and silver and like a faint light edging towards her.

“Doctor?” she asked hesitantly. He supported himself on one hand and stroked her hair, lingering on her temple.

“Yes, it’s just me. I’m initiating a bonding link. Needs to happen before we orgasm,” he told her. “Open your mind. Let me in.”

Rose wasn’t quite sure how to do that so she simply thought about how much she loved him, how much she wanted him, wanted this, wanted to be his forever. She gasped at the suddenness of it when he slipped inside her mind. The faint colors she had seen before burst upon her awareness, blinding her for a moment in vivid, vibrant shocks of light. She pulled back defensively thrusting something to the forefront of her mind, something golden and red and then she felt the blue and silver wrapping around it, soothing her, joining with her, calming her panic in the essence of his soul.

“That’s you, Rose,” he whispered. “The heart of who you are. Open to me. Join with me. Become my love for all eternity.”

“Yes,” she whispered back dropping all of her defenses. He washed into her even as his body began to move more quickly, the gentle glides turning into more rhythmic thrusts. She focused on the red and the gold and on putting herself forward in her love for him. And suddenly there were not four colors but all colors and a deep abiding warmth of light that formed a chain, link by link, that wrapped around the swirling kaleidoscope in her mind.

Peace and perfect understanding and abiding love overwhelmed her, burned through her in a ravaging heat, followed by an ice storm, and then a gentle rising warmth that was simply them. From this moment forward they were a them, an unyielding and uncompromising pairing that could not be broken asunder.

Rose slowly drifted back to her body, felt his increased tempo as he plunged into her depths. She raised her legs and locked them around his waist, changing the angle until his pelvic bone was grinding against her clitoris and she slowly began to rise, her orgasm coiling tightly within her. She whimpered as she became close and the Doctor’s speed picked up yet again. He was pounding her fiercely now and each movement sent shockwaves of electricity firing through her little bundle of nerves until finally she exploded, her body clamping down hard on him and sending her into spasms that shook her entire body, clenched every muscle she had.

It lasted far longer than any other ever had and she reveled in it, her heart soaring as her body contracted. The last throes of her orgasm triggered the Doctor’s and a blast of icy seed shot into her body. It was followed by several more and then slowly he came to a stop, his body becoming heavy against hers. She unwrapped her legs from around him and he quickly rolled them over so that she was on top of him. He stayed within her, not softening for several minutes. When she tried to pull off he held her tightly until his penis slipped from her body on its own. Only then did he roll her off him and onto her side.

Rose snuggled under his arm and he held her tightly. “That was amazing,” she told him. “And that…the colors and the lights and the links forming the chain in my mind? That was the bonding?” she asked.

“Yeah. Means you’re my wife now,” he said simply. His arm tightened on her.

“Sex has never felt this important before,” she said.

He smiled. “It never has been. But now it always will be. For us.”

“You mean it’ll always be like that?” she asked him.

“Always. Every time we make love.”

She reached out and stroked lightly across his penis. “Prove it?” she asked.

As she felt him rise up under her hand he laughed. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it if you like, Rose Tyler,” he told her.

“Oh, I like, Doctor. I like very much.” And once again she opened her mind and her body to the man she loved more than anything else in the universe. “Let’s dance.”
 

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*grins* Thank you. Well, you know how much I adore writing these two. And I was very much in the mood for sweet and sensitive Nine instead of primal and aggressive Nine this time around. Sweet is done far less and we know what a tender side he has with Rose.