So Much at Stake--B'day Fic for Shengirl
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amberfocusTitle: So Much at Stake
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17 for graphic consensual sex
Beta:amyo67
Summary: Rose and the Doctor find themselves tied to a stake with a planned dawn execution.
A/N: Happy Birthdayshengirl. Sorry I'm a bit late. This fic is the result of too much Nyquil, Vick's vaporub and a fever of 101 degrees F. Crack. Pure crack. Followed by smut.
So Much at Stake
“This is your fault, you know,” Rose said conversationally. Her tone was remarkably bland considering that she and the Doctor were tied up together in their knickers in below freezing temperatures around a rather large stake that happened to be sitting on top of an unlit, mostly green, wood bonfire in the middle of a frozen lake. When the fire was lit it would be a race to see what killed them first: smoke inhalation, the slow-burning fire, or the heat melting the ice and allowing them to fall through and drown. Of course, there was every possibility that they’d die of exposure first as the aliens weren’t due to come back and light the fire until dawn. On the bright side, at least they’d left them with their shoes.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he told her. That was not a note of desperation in his voice. Or guilt.
“Oh, I’ve no doubt of that. I just wanted to make it perfectly clear where the blame lies. And that’s directly at your pretty, little, red Converse clad feet.” There was no accusation in her voice. If he didn’t know any better he’d think she was enjoying herself. “Well, rather large feet, actually. With which you wandered off and got into trouble. Not me.”
“Rose, this is a serious situation.”
“I know,” she said. She managed by the dint of much squirming to grab hold of his hands and squeeze them reassuringly. He should be doing the reassuring, but honestly, he had no idea how they were going to get out of this one. It was time to admit it. Rose needed to prepare herself.
“I don’t have my sonic screwdriver,” he said. “They confiscated it. I don’t have any way of getting us out of this and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll regenerate, that’s the curse of the Time Lords, to live on, but you…”
“You are such a drama queen,” Rose said cutting him off in full stream.
“Oi, I am not.”
“And you give up too easily. Anyway, we’re perfectly safe.”
“And how do you figure that?” he asked. He’d been well into his martyr speech and truthfully didn’t like being stopped when he was about to tell her…well, he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to get the words out, but he was planning to try to tell her what she actually meant to him. Maybe. Possibly. A bit.
“Because while you were being interrogated by the Grand Questioner I managed to distract my guard,” she told him.
“How?” he asked trying not to let a slightly jealous and very petulant tone come into his voice. Rose’s methods of distraction had a way of making him feel slightly…unreasonable.
“Never you mind. The important thing is I nicked the sonic back for us.”
“And you’ve still got it?” he asked coming onto full alert.
“Yep. Hid it in my bra. The hard part is going to be getting it out. I can’t reach it.” The Doctor swallowed so loudly he was sure Rose could hear him. The implication rang very clearly in the air between them that Rose thought he might be able to. “Least they tied us up face to face. All we have to do is slide our hands up a bit and you can get in there and pull it out.”
“Rose, I can’t go inside your bra like that—.”
“Sure, you can. It beats the alternative. Or are you saying that you’d rather choke or burn or drown or freeze to death than get a bit intimate with me?” she asked.
“Of course not!”
“Look, I won’t hold it against you. I either had to put it in my bra or my knickers. There wasn’t a lot of choice. At least it’s the lesser of two evils,” she said impatiently. “Figured you’d really freak out if you had to feel around in my knickers, even with an invitation.”
“I have been inside a pair of women’s knickers before, I’ll have you know.”
He could almost hear Rose smirking. “Putting them on your head and dancing around at that bar because Jack dared you to when you let yourself get drunk on Fluvian brandy does not count as being inside a woman’s knickers. Hence the current freak out.”
“Rose! I am a Time Lord. Time Lords do not freak out.”
“Riiiiight. You know for a 900 something year old Time Lord with centuries of life experience, you sure get embarrassed over the silliest things. As close as we’ve been, you’d think a bit of emergency hand wandering wouldn’t have you blushing like a schoolboy.”
“I’m not blushing,” he lied.
“You so are!”
“Rose, you can’t even see me. You can’t possibly know if I’m blushing,” he argued. How did he always manage to end up on the undignified end of these conversations?
“I know you. You’re blushing. I bet even the tips of your ears are pink. I bet,” and her voice dropped to a husky timber, “that you are blushing all over.” He squirmed. The conversation was getting distinctly uncomfortable for him. How on Earth had Rose ever gotten to know him so well? This – this was why he didn’t do domestic. Or his companions. Damn. Had he really just thought that? Her voice popped back up into her normal range. “I don’t see what the big deal is, Doctor. After all, you’ve seen me naked,” she continued.
Now he really was blushing all over. “That was for medical reasons!” he defended. “Had to get those frozen clothes off you and warm you up.”
“Oh, yeah? By stripping off yourself and huddling with me under all those blankets?”
“It’s a well known scouting fact--.”
“You were never a scout,” Rose interrupted.
He continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “That sharing body heat is the best way to warm up after severe heat loss.”
“Maybe if you normally have a temperature above that of a dead fish,” Rose threw back.
“I am warmer than a dead fish, thank you very much,” he said sternly. “And I was a hell of a lot warmer than you were at the time. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining. You were downright snuggling, Rose Tyler.”
“I’m complaining now!” Rose said sharply. “I’m cold, I’ve got rope burn – and not the fun way – and I really don’t want to die. So stick your hand in my bra and pull out your sonic and let’s get this done!”
The Doctor choked. This was certainly not the way he’d ever imagined doing this. Not that he’d imagined doing it. Not more than a dozen…hundred times. Possibly dozen hundred. Oh, he was a dirty old man and he was going to hell. Not that he really thought hell existed, but he was sure there was some planet in the universe that could be substituted and he was going to be sent there for his thoughts about Rose right this minute and all the minutes previous to this one.
“You know I have never in my life had a man so reluctant to touch my chest. A girl could get a complex, think she’s unattractive,” Rose said.
“No, Rose, you’re beautiful. I just—.” Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Rose was silent. Finally. “Beautiful?” she said a little bit later into the heavy silence.
“Erm…”
“Then what are you so afraid of? Or…or is this something that you want?” Her voice was gentle and coaxing and…yielding. Just like her body when he held her so tightly to him. Was it possible she wanted him like he wanted her? No, no, no, think of something else, anything else. Equations for--. “It’s okay, Doctor. Really it is.”
He swallowed as he felt a tug on his hands. “I never wanted to put you in a situation again where you didn’t have a choice, Rose,” he said gruffly.
“I know.” He was still reluctant, despite Rose’s permission. He’d been so careful to keep that boundary drawn between them. “You’re right, Doctor,” she said after a while.
“Of course I am.” He paused for a beat. “About what?”
“I was snuggling,” she admitted. “Before. When you thought I didn’t have a choice to stay warm and you did your scout thing. I was snuggling with you when I could have…when I could have taken the blankets to my room and got warm on my own or taken a hot shower. I’d rather of stayed with you. So I did.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. But in my defense, I needed the comfort of being with you. And I didn’t want to get out from under those covers because I was freezing. Like now,” she reminded him gently. “Let’s get out of this and get back to the TARDIS and then…maybe see about warming each other up?” Her voice was tentative but hopeful.
“Oh.” Suddenly his hands didn’t feel quite like dead weight anymore as they worked together to raise them up the big stake. His fingers grazed her waist.
“Almost there,” she said and there was a slight quaver to her voice. The wood scraped the sensitive flesh of his wrists but he barely felt the abrasions as his hands came to rest on the silk of Rose’s bra. He gently cupped her breasts and his thumbs moved, searching out her nipples, and she made a soft mewling noise in the back of her throat when he found them.
He made a soft sigh as his fingers gently explored new territory and then a thought occurred to him. “Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?” she said huskily.
“Where exactly is the sonic screwdriver? All I feel is, well, you. Delightful as that is, it’s not going to get us back to the ship and snuggling.”
“Ah,” she said. “It’s underneath.”
He moved his hands down to the bottom of her bra and felt along the line of elastic under the curve of her breasts where the hard, thin cylinder resided. Carefully he managed to remove it, his fingers just grazing the smooth flesh and causing Rose to shiver. Or maybe it was the temperature. Once he’d prized it free of its home he managed to flick it onto the proper setting, five as it happened, and then awkwardly aimed it at the ropes. One by one he severed them and at last he felt the loosening of their bonds.
By the time they were free Rose was shaking dramatically. “Come on you, let’s go home,” he said. Rose nodded, her breath coming out in shallow gasps against the cold. In the bright moonlight her skin seemed tinged with blue, but that could have been the spectrum of the light. She was slow and sluggish, her muscle coordination off by the time they were halfway back, but he encouraged her across the ice and soon the TARDIS came into view. It was unguarded and he was grateful for the carelessness of their former captors.
He quickly sent them into the Vortex and then hustled Rose, who definitely had a bluish tinge to her lips, to the infirmary. There was a large tub inside the infirmary’s bathroom that was quickly filling with a warm, restorative gel. “Guess the ship doesn’t think snuggling under blankets is going to be enough to recover this time.” He scanned her quickly with one of the devices near the exam table. She was just barely in the first stage of hypothermia with a body temperature of 36.2° Celsius, something that was still reversible easily enough.
He helped her into the tub, not even bothering to take off her underthings and then climbed in with her, holding her close to his body, her back to his chest, his arms across her middle. She leaned back into him, her body shivering violently as it tried to warm itself up. Eventually the shudders eased off and Rose’s breathing evened out.
“You okay?” he asked, his hand reaching for her wrist to find her pulse had returned to its normal, steady thrum.
“Umm,” she said non-committally. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder and he pressed a kiss into her temple. “This is nice.”
“Very nice,” he said in a gravelly voice.
“I feel warm now. We should probably get all this goo off and…” Rose trailed off suddenly shy where before she’d been so bold.
“And go to bed?” he filled in the blanks, trying hard not to make it sound like the question it was.
“Yeah,” she said.
The Doctor reached forward and drained the tub of its gel and helped Rose to her feet. He turned on the overhead shower and let the thick spray warm up before directing it onto Rose’s body. The water easily washed the goo from her skin and the meager clothing she still wore. She stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel as he began to scrub the residue from his own body.
“Should I just wait for you here or,” Rose bit her lip, “in my bed?” She looked unaccountably nervous.
“Wait for me in bed,” he said, “so you can stay warm in the meanwhile.” She stepped out and dried off a bit then turned to look at him. “My bed,” he added. “It’s bigger.” Her breath hitched at the sudden darkness in his tone.
As soon as she was gone he cleaned himself vigorously and then stepped out, wrapping a towel loosely round his narrow hips. He stopped off in the galley to make some tea and soup and put everything in mugs on a tray to take to his room. She lay in the midst of a pool of dark green bedding, her drying blonde hair and pink skin the only interruption of the rich coloring.
“What’s this then?” she asked, sitting up. She kept the sheet firmly across her chest but judging from her bare shoulders she was as naked beneath it as he was under his towel.
“Chicken noodle soup and chamomile tea. Figured I’d warm you up from the inside before I…” He trailed off. For once he didn’t make a smart remark. Rose, however, couldn’t resist.
“Before you warm me up from the inside?”
“Rose!” Even though he managed to sound scandalized, he couldn’t help grinning at her. That was what they were in his bed for after all. He handed her a mug of soup and one of tea that she set on her bedside table before walking around to the far side of the bed and depositing the tray on the table there. He slipped under the covers with Rose and then pulled out the damp towel while Rose stared. A moment later she started on her soup.
Once they’d finished both tea and soup and had set their mugs back down he turned to look at her. Rose raised an eyebrow. “Time to snuggle?” he asked sweetly.
“Only if by snuggle you mean having sex,” she said boldly.
“Oh, yes!”
He had wanted this, needed this for so long that when she opened her arms to him he responded a bit like an overeager puppy, practically leaping on her. She was awfully fast to make a space for him, her body cradling him as he settled between her thighs. His mouth found hers and he sucked at her lips, eagerly meeting the tip of her tongue in little strokes before she grabbed the back of his head and held him steady so she could thrust into his mouth and explore what he was pretty sure were his tonsils. Not that he minded. He had lovely tonsils, him. Lovely sensitive tonsils that seemed to translate sensations straight back to his groin.
He groaned as he hardened violently against her. He pushed back into her mouth, seeking out the feel and the taste of her, chicken soup and weak tea, too much sugar and Rose. His tongue raced over the tiny little points of her teeth, swept across the roof of her mouth and then back down to play with her tongue before breaking the kiss and dragging his lips along her jaw and down to her neck.
Rose arched her head back, exposing her throat to him and he couldn’t help the soft growl that emerged from him at this gesture of submission. It activated something on his most primal, base level but he reined it in tightly. Instead of the bite that instinct said he should take, he sucked hard, marking her with teeth and tongue but without pain. He kissed the mottled red and purple bruise that welled up under his suction. She might smack him later for leaving such a blatant mark but he didn’t care. Small price to pay for telling the universe that this woman had been in his bed, under his hands and tongue and body.
He stilled for a moment, wondering where that sort of prideful need came from. A small noise of complaint came from Rose at the lack of movement and her hips thrust up against him, urging him to continue his explorations of her body. Her fingers scraped against his scalp, threading through his hair and urging his head down to her breast. He eased backwards.
“Oh, those beautiful breasts.” At Rose’s smirk he realized he had said the words aloud and decided to continue as he began. He trailed his lips along her sternum and up onto one of the soft mounds. “You cannot,” he kissed her, “imagine just how much,” he licked gently across the rising flesh, “I’ve wanted to touch, to kiss, to lick these breasts.” His tongue glanced across her nipple and she shuddered, shifting against him again, fingers tightening on his head. “How much I’ve wanted to suck your nipple into my mouth,” he paused and did just that, trying not to grin as it rose up and pebbled hard, “and make you scream for mercy.” He resumed the sucking and Rose sighed and ground against him.
He pulled away a few moments later, his thumb and index finger finding the neglected nipple. “How much I’ve wanted to twist and turn this little nub and bring you pleasure, knead the soft, pale flesh. How these breasts have taunted me, Rose, under those tight little t-shirts and form fitting hoodies. And those…those things you sleep in at night, they’re practically see through and every time the TARDIS was cool, and I kept it cool on purpose at night, you’d rise up like you were so eager to see me.” His mouth fell back down onto the free nipple and he took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, his tongue still tight around the bud as his mouth worked the outside flesh.
He paused, released her, and said, “I think you wear those clothes on purpose, to taunt me.”
“Maybe I do,” she said in a husky voice. “Maybe I wanted to know how long it took to break you, Doctor.”
His seduction halted in consternation, but he got his stride back a few seconds later. “Oh, yes?” he murmured seductively.
“Yeeeessss,” she managed as he nipped down on her nipple, her pelvis thrusting wildly up against him. He stroked his hands down the side of her body and then squirmed a hand between them, searching for her sex. His fingers found it easily enough, and as they plunged through the curls they were immediately soaked with her arousal. He glided across her clitoris and she hissed at him and when he easily slid two fingers inside her she swore.
Her own hand reached down and grasped him. There was no gentleness in her touch, she gripped him for dear life and he grunted in a very undignified manner at the strength of her fingers, already aching for the tightness of her body. “No more playing,” Rose said raggedly. With her other hand she batted his fingers from her body and then she was guiding him to her entrance. He gloved himself inside her in a rough push, burying himself deep. She shifted underneath him, raising her hips and he slid in an inch further.
Then she was pulling away and he almost felt hurt by her withdrawal until he realized that she was starting without him as her hips nudge back up into his. He was rusty at this; he should have known when things were progressing. But he’s always been quick to catch up and so he met her next thrust with his own and Rose mewled, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she bit down hard on her lip. Only a few minutes more had sweat breaking out on her brow above the fierce expression of concentration plastering her beautiful face.
He loved her tightness, her heat, the slick way he slid in and out of her body, the small helpless sounds of pleasure that issued from her throat and from his own. Her walls clutched at him, trying to prevent withdrawal, trying to pull him deeper inside with each movement. She was so strong as she used her muscles against him, as she arched her back and encouraged him to move harder and impossibly deeper.
He supported himself with one arm so that he could run his hand down the length of her body from shoulder, to breast, to waist, to hip, to thigh as far down as he could reach. She squirmed under the ghosting touch of his fingers, somewhat ticklish, so he used a much firmer touch on the way back up. She arched up into him and scraped her nails down his back, then squeezed his arse with her hands. His muscles clenched beneath her hands and he drove forward hard, eliciting a moan from Rose.
“Please, Doctor, please. I’m so close,” she gasped out.
He forced his hand between them, searched out her clit again and rubbed against her with his thumb, his fingers brushing where he joined her body. It was enough to trigger her orgasm and she convulsed around him, her tightness suddenly so intense that his eyes closed and his arms failed to support him, his body crushing hers a bit as she shuddered and clenched beneath him. When she finally stilled and opened her eyes there was so much tenderness, so much joy there that he had to shut his eyes against it.
She reached up, touched his face lovingly, and stroked his jaw and throat, then down to his shoulder. His eyes opened and she raised her lips to his and he kissed her gently before gathering her tightly to him, his arms around her back and his hands wrapping around her shoulders from behind. He began to move in her again, this time driving for nothing but his own pleasure.
Rose splayed her legs wider so that he has no hindrance to his movement and he plunged desperately into her seeking his own release. It was quick to come, just a few long, deep strokes and then he was shooting deep inside her as she cried out her encouragement. It took a bit longer than he expected to finish, the sensation soaring through all of his veins as it surged through his shaft and into Rose.
He relaxed all of his weight onto Rose and found himself panting despite his respiratory bypass which he had completely forgotten to engage. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and held him tight and he realized that he was as sweaty as she was. When he caught his breath and tried to pull away she refused to let him. “Going to let me go?” he murmured in her ear.
“Nope. Not gonna,” she muttered mutinously. He laughed and gently rolled them over, his softening penis falling out of her body. She held onto him a long time until her grip relaxed in her exhaustion.
“Warm now?” he whispered.
“Mmm hmm. Don’t think I’ll ever be cold again.”
“If you are, I promise to warm you up any time you want.”
“And if I’m not cold?” she asked.
“Then, too. I’ll make love to you no matter what’s at stake.”
Rose groaned and rolled off him. “That was unnecessary.” But she grinned at him with her tongue between her teeth and he smiled back, kissing her and pulling her close again.
“I think all of this was very necessary, Rose Tyler,” he said.
“Too bad it took getting tied up before this could happen.”
“Mmm,” he said. “Speaking of tied up, what exactly did you mean earlier when you said you were getting rope burn and not in the fun way?”
There was no doubt in his mind that she was completely recovered when she grinned at him and said, “Find me some rope and I’ll show you!”
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17 for graphic consensual sex
Beta:
amyo67Summary: Rose and the Doctor find themselves tied to a stake with a planned dawn execution.
A/N: Happy Birthday
shengirl. Sorry I'm a bit late. This fic is the result of too much Nyquil, Vick's vaporub and a fever of 101 degrees F. Crack. Pure crack. Followed by smut.So Much at Stake
“This is your fault, you know,” Rose said conversationally. Her tone was remarkably bland considering that she and the Doctor were tied up together in their knickers in below freezing temperatures around a rather large stake that happened to be sitting on top of an unlit, mostly green, wood bonfire in the middle of a frozen lake. When the fire was lit it would be a race to see what killed them first: smoke inhalation, the slow-burning fire, or the heat melting the ice and allowing them to fall through and drown. Of course, there was every possibility that they’d die of exposure first as the aliens weren’t due to come back and light the fire until dawn. On the bright side, at least they’d left them with their shoes.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he told her. That was not a note of desperation in his voice. Or guilt.
“Oh, I’ve no doubt of that. I just wanted to make it perfectly clear where the blame lies. And that’s directly at your pretty, little, red Converse clad feet.” There was no accusation in her voice. If he didn’t know any better he’d think she was enjoying herself. “Well, rather large feet, actually. With which you wandered off and got into trouble. Not me.”
“Rose, this is a serious situation.”
“I know,” she said. She managed by the dint of much squirming to grab hold of his hands and squeeze them reassuringly. He should be doing the reassuring, but honestly, he had no idea how they were going to get out of this one. It was time to admit it. Rose needed to prepare herself.
“I don’t have my sonic screwdriver,” he said. “They confiscated it. I don’t have any way of getting us out of this and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll regenerate, that’s the curse of the Time Lords, to live on, but you…”
“You are such a drama queen,” Rose said cutting him off in full stream.
“Oi, I am not.”
“And you give up too easily. Anyway, we’re perfectly safe.”
“And how do you figure that?” he asked. He’d been well into his martyr speech and truthfully didn’t like being stopped when he was about to tell her…well, he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to get the words out, but he was planning to try to tell her what she actually meant to him. Maybe. Possibly. A bit.
“Because while you were being interrogated by the Grand Questioner I managed to distract my guard,” she told him.
“How?” he asked trying not to let a slightly jealous and very petulant tone come into his voice. Rose’s methods of distraction had a way of making him feel slightly…unreasonable.
“Never you mind. The important thing is I nicked the sonic back for us.”
“And you’ve still got it?” he asked coming onto full alert.
“Yep. Hid it in my bra. The hard part is going to be getting it out. I can’t reach it.” The Doctor swallowed so loudly he was sure Rose could hear him. The implication rang very clearly in the air between them that Rose thought he might be able to. “Least they tied us up face to face. All we have to do is slide our hands up a bit and you can get in there and pull it out.”
“Rose, I can’t go inside your bra like that—.”
“Sure, you can. It beats the alternative. Or are you saying that you’d rather choke or burn or drown or freeze to death than get a bit intimate with me?” she asked.
“Of course not!”
“Look, I won’t hold it against you. I either had to put it in my bra or my knickers. There wasn’t a lot of choice. At least it’s the lesser of two evils,” she said impatiently. “Figured you’d really freak out if you had to feel around in my knickers, even with an invitation.”
“I have been inside a pair of women’s knickers before, I’ll have you know.”
He could almost hear Rose smirking. “Putting them on your head and dancing around at that bar because Jack dared you to when you let yourself get drunk on Fluvian brandy does not count as being inside a woman’s knickers. Hence the current freak out.”
“Rose! I am a Time Lord. Time Lords do not freak out.”
“Riiiiight. You know for a 900 something year old Time Lord with centuries of life experience, you sure get embarrassed over the silliest things. As close as we’ve been, you’d think a bit of emergency hand wandering wouldn’t have you blushing like a schoolboy.”
“I’m not blushing,” he lied.
“You so are!”
“Rose, you can’t even see me. You can’t possibly know if I’m blushing,” he argued. How did he always manage to end up on the undignified end of these conversations?
“I know you. You’re blushing. I bet even the tips of your ears are pink. I bet,” and her voice dropped to a husky timber, “that you are blushing all over.” He squirmed. The conversation was getting distinctly uncomfortable for him. How on Earth had Rose ever gotten to know him so well? This – this was why he didn’t do domestic. Or his companions. Damn. Had he really just thought that? Her voice popped back up into her normal range. “I don’t see what the big deal is, Doctor. After all, you’ve seen me naked,” she continued.
Now he really was blushing all over. “That was for medical reasons!” he defended. “Had to get those frozen clothes off you and warm you up.”
“Oh, yeah? By stripping off yourself and huddling with me under all those blankets?”
“It’s a well known scouting fact--.”
“You were never a scout,” Rose interrupted.
He continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “That sharing body heat is the best way to warm up after severe heat loss.”
“Maybe if you normally have a temperature above that of a dead fish,” Rose threw back.
“I am warmer than a dead fish, thank you very much,” he said sternly. “And I was a hell of a lot warmer than you were at the time. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining. You were downright snuggling, Rose Tyler.”
“I’m complaining now!” Rose said sharply. “I’m cold, I’ve got rope burn – and not the fun way – and I really don’t want to die. So stick your hand in my bra and pull out your sonic and let’s get this done!”
The Doctor choked. This was certainly not the way he’d ever imagined doing this. Not that he’d imagined doing it. Not more than a dozen…hundred times. Possibly dozen hundred. Oh, he was a dirty old man and he was going to hell. Not that he really thought hell existed, but he was sure there was some planet in the universe that could be substituted and he was going to be sent there for his thoughts about Rose right this minute and all the minutes previous to this one.
“You know I have never in my life had a man so reluctant to touch my chest. A girl could get a complex, think she’s unattractive,” Rose said.
“No, Rose, you’re beautiful. I just—.” Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Rose was silent. Finally. “Beautiful?” she said a little bit later into the heavy silence.
“Erm…”
“Then what are you so afraid of? Or…or is this something that you want?” Her voice was gentle and coaxing and…yielding. Just like her body when he held her so tightly to him. Was it possible she wanted him like he wanted her? No, no, no, think of something else, anything else. Equations for--. “It’s okay, Doctor. Really it is.”
He swallowed as he felt a tug on his hands. “I never wanted to put you in a situation again where you didn’t have a choice, Rose,” he said gruffly.
“I know.” He was still reluctant, despite Rose’s permission. He’d been so careful to keep that boundary drawn between them. “You’re right, Doctor,” she said after a while.
“Of course I am.” He paused for a beat. “About what?”
“I was snuggling,” she admitted. “Before. When you thought I didn’t have a choice to stay warm and you did your scout thing. I was snuggling with you when I could have…when I could have taken the blankets to my room and got warm on my own or taken a hot shower. I’d rather of stayed with you. So I did.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. But in my defense, I needed the comfort of being with you. And I didn’t want to get out from under those covers because I was freezing. Like now,” she reminded him gently. “Let’s get out of this and get back to the TARDIS and then…maybe see about warming each other up?” Her voice was tentative but hopeful.
“Oh.” Suddenly his hands didn’t feel quite like dead weight anymore as they worked together to raise them up the big stake. His fingers grazed her waist.
“Almost there,” she said and there was a slight quaver to her voice. The wood scraped the sensitive flesh of his wrists but he barely felt the abrasions as his hands came to rest on the silk of Rose’s bra. He gently cupped her breasts and his thumbs moved, searching out her nipples, and she made a soft mewling noise in the back of her throat when he found them.
He made a soft sigh as his fingers gently explored new territory and then a thought occurred to him. “Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?” she said huskily.
“Where exactly is the sonic screwdriver? All I feel is, well, you. Delightful as that is, it’s not going to get us back to the ship and snuggling.”
“Ah,” she said. “It’s underneath.”
He moved his hands down to the bottom of her bra and felt along the line of elastic under the curve of her breasts where the hard, thin cylinder resided. Carefully he managed to remove it, his fingers just grazing the smooth flesh and causing Rose to shiver. Or maybe it was the temperature. Once he’d prized it free of its home he managed to flick it onto the proper setting, five as it happened, and then awkwardly aimed it at the ropes. One by one he severed them and at last he felt the loosening of their bonds.
By the time they were free Rose was shaking dramatically. “Come on you, let’s go home,” he said. Rose nodded, her breath coming out in shallow gasps against the cold. In the bright moonlight her skin seemed tinged with blue, but that could have been the spectrum of the light. She was slow and sluggish, her muscle coordination off by the time they were halfway back, but he encouraged her across the ice and soon the TARDIS came into view. It was unguarded and he was grateful for the carelessness of their former captors.
He quickly sent them into the Vortex and then hustled Rose, who definitely had a bluish tinge to her lips, to the infirmary. There was a large tub inside the infirmary’s bathroom that was quickly filling with a warm, restorative gel. “Guess the ship doesn’t think snuggling under blankets is going to be enough to recover this time.” He scanned her quickly with one of the devices near the exam table. She was just barely in the first stage of hypothermia with a body temperature of 36.2° Celsius, something that was still reversible easily enough.
He helped her into the tub, not even bothering to take off her underthings and then climbed in with her, holding her close to his body, her back to his chest, his arms across her middle. She leaned back into him, her body shivering violently as it tried to warm itself up. Eventually the shudders eased off and Rose’s breathing evened out.
“You okay?” he asked, his hand reaching for her wrist to find her pulse had returned to its normal, steady thrum.
“Umm,” she said non-committally. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder and he pressed a kiss into her temple. “This is nice.”
“Very nice,” he said in a gravelly voice.
“I feel warm now. We should probably get all this goo off and…” Rose trailed off suddenly shy where before she’d been so bold.
“And go to bed?” he filled in the blanks, trying hard not to make it sound like the question it was.
“Yeah,” she said.
The Doctor reached forward and drained the tub of its gel and helped Rose to her feet. He turned on the overhead shower and let the thick spray warm up before directing it onto Rose’s body. The water easily washed the goo from her skin and the meager clothing she still wore. She stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel as he began to scrub the residue from his own body.
“Should I just wait for you here or,” Rose bit her lip, “in my bed?” She looked unaccountably nervous.
“Wait for me in bed,” he said, “so you can stay warm in the meanwhile.” She stepped out and dried off a bit then turned to look at him. “My bed,” he added. “It’s bigger.” Her breath hitched at the sudden darkness in his tone.
As soon as she was gone he cleaned himself vigorously and then stepped out, wrapping a towel loosely round his narrow hips. He stopped off in the galley to make some tea and soup and put everything in mugs on a tray to take to his room. She lay in the midst of a pool of dark green bedding, her drying blonde hair and pink skin the only interruption of the rich coloring.
“What’s this then?” she asked, sitting up. She kept the sheet firmly across her chest but judging from her bare shoulders she was as naked beneath it as he was under his towel.
“Chicken noodle soup and chamomile tea. Figured I’d warm you up from the inside before I…” He trailed off. For once he didn’t make a smart remark. Rose, however, couldn’t resist.
“Before you warm me up from the inside?”
“Rose!” Even though he managed to sound scandalized, he couldn’t help grinning at her. That was what they were in his bed for after all. He handed her a mug of soup and one of tea that she set on her bedside table before walking around to the far side of the bed and depositing the tray on the table there. He slipped under the covers with Rose and then pulled out the damp towel while Rose stared. A moment later she started on her soup.
Once they’d finished both tea and soup and had set their mugs back down he turned to look at her. Rose raised an eyebrow. “Time to snuggle?” he asked sweetly.
“Only if by snuggle you mean having sex,” she said boldly.
“Oh, yes!”
He had wanted this, needed this for so long that when she opened her arms to him he responded a bit like an overeager puppy, practically leaping on her. She was awfully fast to make a space for him, her body cradling him as he settled between her thighs. His mouth found hers and he sucked at her lips, eagerly meeting the tip of her tongue in little strokes before she grabbed the back of his head and held him steady so she could thrust into his mouth and explore what he was pretty sure were his tonsils. Not that he minded. He had lovely tonsils, him. Lovely sensitive tonsils that seemed to translate sensations straight back to his groin.
He groaned as he hardened violently against her. He pushed back into her mouth, seeking out the feel and the taste of her, chicken soup and weak tea, too much sugar and Rose. His tongue raced over the tiny little points of her teeth, swept across the roof of her mouth and then back down to play with her tongue before breaking the kiss and dragging his lips along her jaw and down to her neck.
Rose arched her head back, exposing her throat to him and he couldn’t help the soft growl that emerged from him at this gesture of submission. It activated something on his most primal, base level but he reined it in tightly. Instead of the bite that instinct said he should take, he sucked hard, marking her with teeth and tongue but without pain. He kissed the mottled red and purple bruise that welled up under his suction. She might smack him later for leaving such a blatant mark but he didn’t care. Small price to pay for telling the universe that this woman had been in his bed, under his hands and tongue and body.
He stilled for a moment, wondering where that sort of prideful need came from. A small noise of complaint came from Rose at the lack of movement and her hips thrust up against him, urging him to continue his explorations of her body. Her fingers scraped against his scalp, threading through his hair and urging his head down to her breast. He eased backwards.
“Oh, those beautiful breasts.” At Rose’s smirk he realized he had said the words aloud and decided to continue as he began. He trailed his lips along her sternum and up onto one of the soft mounds. “You cannot,” he kissed her, “imagine just how much,” he licked gently across the rising flesh, “I’ve wanted to touch, to kiss, to lick these breasts.” His tongue glanced across her nipple and she shuddered, shifting against him again, fingers tightening on his head. “How much I’ve wanted to suck your nipple into my mouth,” he paused and did just that, trying not to grin as it rose up and pebbled hard, “and make you scream for mercy.” He resumed the sucking and Rose sighed and ground against him.
He pulled away a few moments later, his thumb and index finger finding the neglected nipple. “How much I’ve wanted to twist and turn this little nub and bring you pleasure, knead the soft, pale flesh. How these breasts have taunted me, Rose, under those tight little t-shirts and form fitting hoodies. And those…those things you sleep in at night, they’re practically see through and every time the TARDIS was cool, and I kept it cool on purpose at night, you’d rise up like you were so eager to see me.” His mouth fell back down onto the free nipple and he took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, his tongue still tight around the bud as his mouth worked the outside flesh.
He paused, released her, and said, “I think you wear those clothes on purpose, to taunt me.”
“Maybe I do,” she said in a husky voice. “Maybe I wanted to know how long it took to break you, Doctor.”
His seduction halted in consternation, but he got his stride back a few seconds later. “Oh, yes?” he murmured seductively.
“Yeeeessss,” she managed as he nipped down on her nipple, her pelvis thrusting wildly up against him. He stroked his hands down the side of her body and then squirmed a hand between them, searching for her sex. His fingers found it easily enough, and as they plunged through the curls they were immediately soaked with her arousal. He glided across her clitoris and she hissed at him and when he easily slid two fingers inside her she swore.
Her own hand reached down and grasped him. There was no gentleness in her touch, she gripped him for dear life and he grunted in a very undignified manner at the strength of her fingers, already aching for the tightness of her body. “No more playing,” Rose said raggedly. With her other hand she batted his fingers from her body and then she was guiding him to her entrance. He gloved himself inside her in a rough push, burying himself deep. She shifted underneath him, raising her hips and he slid in an inch further.
Then she was pulling away and he almost felt hurt by her withdrawal until he realized that she was starting without him as her hips nudge back up into his. He was rusty at this; he should have known when things were progressing. But he’s always been quick to catch up and so he met her next thrust with his own and Rose mewled, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she bit down hard on her lip. Only a few minutes more had sweat breaking out on her brow above the fierce expression of concentration plastering her beautiful face.
He loved her tightness, her heat, the slick way he slid in and out of her body, the small helpless sounds of pleasure that issued from her throat and from his own. Her walls clutched at him, trying to prevent withdrawal, trying to pull him deeper inside with each movement. She was so strong as she used her muscles against him, as she arched her back and encouraged him to move harder and impossibly deeper.
He supported himself with one arm so that he could run his hand down the length of her body from shoulder, to breast, to waist, to hip, to thigh as far down as he could reach. She squirmed under the ghosting touch of his fingers, somewhat ticklish, so he used a much firmer touch on the way back up. She arched up into him and scraped her nails down his back, then squeezed his arse with her hands. His muscles clenched beneath her hands and he drove forward hard, eliciting a moan from Rose.
“Please, Doctor, please. I’m so close,” she gasped out.
He forced his hand between them, searched out her clit again and rubbed against her with his thumb, his fingers brushing where he joined her body. It was enough to trigger her orgasm and she convulsed around him, her tightness suddenly so intense that his eyes closed and his arms failed to support him, his body crushing hers a bit as she shuddered and clenched beneath him. When she finally stilled and opened her eyes there was so much tenderness, so much joy there that he had to shut his eyes against it.
She reached up, touched his face lovingly, and stroked his jaw and throat, then down to his shoulder. His eyes opened and she raised her lips to his and he kissed her gently before gathering her tightly to him, his arms around her back and his hands wrapping around her shoulders from behind. He began to move in her again, this time driving for nothing but his own pleasure.
Rose splayed her legs wider so that he has no hindrance to his movement and he plunged desperately into her seeking his own release. It was quick to come, just a few long, deep strokes and then he was shooting deep inside her as she cried out her encouragement. It took a bit longer than he expected to finish, the sensation soaring through all of his veins as it surged through his shaft and into Rose.
He relaxed all of his weight onto Rose and found himself panting despite his respiratory bypass which he had completely forgotten to engage. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and held him tight and he realized that he was as sweaty as she was. When he caught his breath and tried to pull away she refused to let him. “Going to let me go?” he murmured in her ear.
“Nope. Not gonna,” she muttered mutinously. He laughed and gently rolled them over, his softening penis falling out of her body. She held onto him a long time until her grip relaxed in her exhaustion.
“Warm now?” he whispered.
“Mmm hmm. Don’t think I’ll ever be cold again.”
“If you are, I promise to warm you up any time you want.”
“And if I’m not cold?” she asked.
“Then, too. I’ll make love to you no matter what’s at stake.”
Rose groaned and rolled off him. “That was unnecessary.” But she grinned at him with her tongue between her teeth and he smiled back, kissing her and pulling her close again.
“I think all of this was very necessary, Rose Tyler,” he said.
“Too bad it took getting tied up before this could happen.”
“Mmm,” he said. “Speaking of tied up, what exactly did you mean earlier when you said you were getting rope burn and not in the fun way?”
There was no doubt in his mind that she was completely recovered when she grinned at him and said, “Find me some rope and I’ll show you!”
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