amberfocus | This Alien of London--Part Four

Title: This Alien of London (pt. 4)
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose, Jackie Tyler, Mickey Smith
Genre: Romance
Betas:

amyo67
Rating: Adult, this part R for semi-graphic sex
Summary: Rose and Nine return to London after their first few adventures and get caught up in the Slitheen invasion.
A/N: This fic was written for the Time in Flux ficathon over at

doctor_rose_fic. The goal was to take your assigned episode and rewrite it, or part of it, having the Doctor and Rose get together in it without totally skewing canon so much that the next episode couldn't happen. I got Aliens of London. Recognizable dialogue is from that episode.

Previous chapters:
1. http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/283238.html 2. http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/284081.html
3. http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/284716.html

Chapter Four

He took off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair and then removed his boots and socks before sitting on the bed beside Rose, who had kicked off her trainers and socks while he’d been busy. As he reached for her pink t-shirt she said, “Do we have time for this?”

“Time machine, Rose,” the Doctor said as his hands slid onto the skin of her stomach. “There will always be time for this. I will make time for this.” He grinned at her then focused on her stomach again, slowly sliding her shirt up to just beneath her breasts and leaning down to kiss the smooth expanse he’d just bared.

His lips had almost reached her when she spoke again. “I thought once we landed we became part of events?” Rose said. The Doctor sighed and sat back up.

“Not really part of events yet,” he said. “I mean, sure, I had a peek, but we haven’t actually interacted with any of the aliens yet.”

She gave him a hard look. “Are you trying to justify this just so you can shag me?” she asked him.

The Doctor sat back on the bed, withdrawing his hands completely. “Are you looking for an excuse to stop it?” he asked sulkily.

“No!” she said in exasperation. “It’s just…world saving. It’s what we do. Isn’t it supposed to come first?”

He let the obvious pun he could have made go with great difficulty. She was clearly serious. “I had to recalibrate one of the TARDIS’ systems to track the flight of that space ship in the past. It’s going to take at least an hour to run the program. We’d just be out there twiddling our thumbs or trying to make peace with your mother. I’d much rather be in here with you.”

“Me, too,” she said. “And making peace with mum, that’ll take time.”

“I’ll make peace with you mother, Rose,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Later.” He’d try anyway, for Rose. Didn’t know if anyone could actually succeed at making peace with Jackie Tyler. Bit of a harpy, that one. Although he did have to admit she had cause.

“Thank you, Doctor. That means so much to me.”

“But right now, I just want to make love with you. That all right?”

She nodded. He smiled at her and slid his hand up her jeans-clad leg until it came to rest at her zipper then unfastened the button and pulled the tab down, the zipper extraordinarily loud against the quiet sound of their breathing.

“Only…” And he stopped and looked at her steadily until she continued. “I’m nervous.”

“You’ve had sex before, haven’t you?” he asked. He didn’t think she was a virgin, but stranger things had happened.

“Well, yeah, but…not a lot. Mickey liked…” She stopped, blushed, and then forced herself to continue. “He liked blow jobs and then after that he couldn’t again…usually…so we didn’t…you know. Much. He fell asleep a lot and by the time he woke up I just didn’t really care anymore. Sorry, you probably don’t want to know…” She trailed off then forced herself to meet his eyes. There was both amusement and jealousy warring in their depths, and deep sympathy. She looked away.

“He didn’t take care of you?” the Doctor asked carefully.

Rose shrugged and wouldn’t look up. “Sometimes,” she mumbled. It was obvious she didn’t want to talk down about Mickey in that particular arena. It was also obvious he’d left her high and dry more times than were forgivable. That wouldn’t be happening with him. “Don’t think much of him then. Mickey the only one you’ve been with?” he asked gently.

“So you do know his name!”

“I know his name,” the Doctor admitted. “Is he?”

“No, but…Jimmy got drunk so much that he couldn’t get it up often and we didn’t very much either. It just…wasn’t…and sometimes he would…he wasn’t very nice to me and well, some of the things he did to me…it made me not want to. I wasn’t with him long,” she said playing with the necklace she wore. His key, he noted.

“He hurt you?” He was horrified at the idea of anyone hurting Rose.

Rose didn’t meet his eyes and wouldn’t answer his question. “Anyway, this is different. This is…this is you. And I’m human and you’re not.”

“The parts will fit, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he told her.

“That hadn’t even occurred to me,” she said rolling her eyes at him. “I didn’t think you’d bring me here if they didn’t. But you are 900 and you’ve lived a long time and you’ve, I’m sure you’ve…done this.”

“You can rest assured I have, in fact, done this,” he said wryly. The corners of his mouth twitched but he kept his expression neutral. He didn’t want her thinking he was laughing at her worries.

“A lot.”

“Enough.”

“I’m…I’m afraid I’m not very good at it.” She bit her lip. “If I had been, maybe Mickey would have wanted to more.”

“Rose.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about him when we’re gonna…” Her eyes met his again. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Never.”

“But I—.”

“I want you, Rose,” he said. “I don’t care if you know what you’re doing or not. I’ll teach you what you need to know. My body responds differently in some ways than a human anyway. Different erogenous zones.” Rose looked up at that then glanced at his groin. “That one’s the same,” he said following her line of sight and she gave him a small smile.

“It’s all happening so fast,” she said.

“I won’t put pressure on you. If you think it’s too soon, if you’re not comfortable with taking me as a lover yet, that’s all right. I can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait,” she said pounding the bed with one fist. “I’m just…” She huffed, blowing her fringe up out of her eyes, but it just fell back down again. He reached out and smoothed it away from her face so that it stayed back.

“Scared?” She nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

“My heart can’t take another man who doesn’t…who isn’t…who’s only in this for himself.”

“Rose Tyler, I will never leave you wanting. I can promise you that right now. I’m very good in bed,” he said.

Rose smirked at his self-confidence, some of her fear evaporating. “So, you’re Mr. Impressive, then?”

“I’m always Mr. Impressive.”

She giggled and then took his hand. “I have to ask. How compatible are we?” she asked then.

“I already told you we were,” he said, confused.

“No, I mean…” She flitted her gaze up to meet his eyes then looked away. “I’m too young to be a mum.”

“Oh,” he said. “That. It’s genetically possible, but highly improbable,” he said, “but you’re not ovulating right now so there’s no risk of a pregnancy.”

“What? How can you know that?” she asked.

“You put out certain hormones when you are. I can smell them,” he said.

“You can smell hormones?” she asked.

“Alien,” he reminded her. “And not everyone’s. Not unless I’m really trying. Just yours. I’m attuned to you because we live together.”

“Oh.”

“Any other questions?” he asked her.

“Why do you wear a watch when you’re a Time Lord?” she asked.

“I meant about us and sex,” he said in exasperation, removing the item in question from his wrist and placing it on the night stand.

“I’m just curious,” she said.

“It’s just…decoration. Like the rings on your fingers.”

“That all?” she pressed.

“Reminds me of home,” he said. She backed quickly away from the subject as he knew she would.

“So if I was ovulating, is the pill something that would work against your sperm?” she asked.

“No, but I can release seminal fluid without any sperm in it when you are. There’d be no risk of pregnancy,” he said.

“How do you do that then?”

“Release the right hormones into my bloodstream,” he said with a shrug. “Just requires a bit of meditation beforehand.”

“Meditate your way to birth control?” She sounded dubious.

“Something like that,” he replied. “Or I could wear a condom.”

She nodded. “That’d be best.”

“You want I should wear one today?” he asked.

She bit her lip again. If she wasn’t careful she was going to cut herself. “Would you mind?”

“Of course not. It’s up to you. It’s always up to you,” he said.

She nodded again, looking relieved. “Okay, then, I’d like you to.” He fished around in his bedside drawer and pulled out a box. He pulled one out and held it up to the light, checking for the expiration date. It’d been years but these were from Vega Thesperon and they were guaranteed for decades. They were still good.

“So, we can start now?” he asked a trifle petulantly. He wasn’t too keen on beginning again if she was just going to stop him with more questions.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile.

He grinned at her, pulled off his jumper, and then laid himself back down on the bed beside her and took her face in his hands. Gently he brushed his lips across hers and slid one hand under her top. His tongue slid into her mouth as his fingers found her nipple. With just the tip of one finger he rubbed lightly across the top of the little bud before lightly kneading the entire breast in his hand.

One of Rose’s hands reached up to cradle the back of his head while the other moved across his back. Her hand was warm against cool skin and her fingers were very soft as they settled in the small of his back. He felt himself jerk towards her as her fingers danced there. She’d instinctively found one of the places that pleased him most to be touched. He sighed into her mouth as her tongue circled against his and she sought to explore him.

He let her into his mouth, let her search out what pleased him as she swept across the roof of his mouth, then over the tiny peaks and valleys of his teeth. He let go of rational thought when her hand steadily made its way down his back and came to rest on his bum. Her hesitation seemed to disappear and when he was sure she was ready, he pulled back from her and slipped her t-shirt up over her head. Rose clutched at the sheet, trying to cover herself, but he caught the hand and stilled it.

“I want to see you,” he said.

“But I—.”

“Please.” Her hand fell back to her side and she bit her lip. “Just like I imagined,” he said gruffly. “Beautiful.”

“You imagined this?” she said.

“Been thinking about them since you wore that low cut dress in Cardiff,” he admitted. He took her into his arms again and kissed her, marveling at the sensation of her breasts pressing into his chest. Slowly he kissed his way down her body, his mouth pausing at first one nipple just long enough to raise it to a hard, high peak, then focusing more firmly on the other while his hand played with the first. Rose sighed and rubbed her hand over his hair, the other gliding up and down the muscles of his upper arm. He’d shifted too low for her to reach his bum anymore, he thought with some reluctance.

He didn’t think he would ever tire of touching her this way, but he knew that if they really were going to save the world he couldn’t take nearly the time that he wanted to. He could spend hours learning her body, but right now they only had one. He promised himself that as soon as this was over he’d take her to the edge of a plasma storm and let the TARDIS surf the waves while they made love all night under that view.

When Rose was squirming in a ridiculously high state of arousal he backed off and rid himself of the last of his clothing then pulled off her jeans and knickers. He debated asking her whether or not she was sure one more time, but he was too selfish to actually say the words out loud. She raised her arms to him and opened her legs and that was all the answer he needed.

It had all happened so fast. Not the sex itself, but the decision to have it, the decision to make love with the Doctor. The act itself had been deliciously long. He was a considerate and tender lover and she’d been made love to more thoroughly than she’d known it was possible to be made love to. It was the first time she’d ever seen him sweat as he’d collapsed atop her, naked and sated and leaving her content in ways she couldn’t even have begun to imagine beforehand, and she was quite pleased with herself. This was something she was going to want to do with him again. A lot.

She smiled as she pushed at him and he rolled away, coming free of her body. As he settled onto his back she curled into his side, arm flinging about his waist and leg wrapping around his calf. His arm curved up onto her back, holding her close as his other hand stroked her arm and played with her hair.

“That was…”

“Yes, it was,” the Doctor agreed. She decided not to try to qualify it further.

“No going back, huh?” she murmured.

His hand stilled in her hair. “Do you want to?”

“No. Hell, no. I made my choice. It’s always gonna be you, Doctor.” His hand began its gentle stroking again.

“Good.” He kissed the top of her head and she felt his arm tighten, pulling her closer to him if that were humanly possible. Or alienishly possible. Was that even a word? She was having to make up words now to describe how they were together. Mental, she thought. All of this was completely mental. And she loved it.

A soft beeping sound infringed on their awareness. The Doctor groaned. “What is it?” she asked.

“Program’s finished running.” There was so much reluctance in his voice that she smiled softly against his skin.

“Time to save the world?” she asked.

“Yeah, but after we’re done, I’m going to take you—.”

“Sounds good to me,” she interrupted cheekily and he laughed.

“We’re going to spend an entire night doing nothing but this,” he said.

“Mmm,” Rose said. “That’s an idea I can support one hundred percent,” she said. With a sigh she sat up and started searching around for her clothes. “Best get on with it,” she said as she located her undergarments and pulled them on. They dressed with extreme reluctance and made their way out to the console room, hands firmly entwined.

Ch. 5: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/285893.html