amberfocus | The Other Side of the Door

Title: The Other Side of the Door (1/1)
Author:

amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smutty McSmut Smut without a plot
Rating: Adult
Warning: Graphic Sex
Beta:

amyo67
Summary: The Doctor and Rose hide in a cupboard with very little space to manuever. They still manage to manuever enough.
A/N: This is a very, very, very late birthday fic for

doctorsdiva. Amy was amazingly fast on the beta so you get this now and not later.

“Doctor? Doctor!” Rose cries out in a panic. He can hear her running down the corridor, fear and who knows what else chasing after her. His own hiding spot is tiny, with barely enough room for him, but he doesn’t think twice about opening the small cupboard door and reaching out to snag her arm as she passes in the too dark hallway.

She lets out a tiny scream as he clamps his hand over her mouth and hauls her into the cramped little space meant for office supplies and cleaning equipment, for even a tyrannical despot needs to attend to the background minutia of running an evil empire. She is struggling desperately against him and her teeth bite into his finger before he has the chance to say a word.

“Rose,” he hisses, “it’s me.” Immediately she stills and he latches the cupboard door, careful of his throbbing finger. He only hopes it was in time. All fight has gone out of her body as she leans against the wall, panting, trying to regain her breath. Loud, steel-toed boots stomp past them, oblivious to their hiding place. The soldiers are brutal and dim, but deadly. He’s never been more grateful for stupidity in a royal guard. They pass right by.

He puts his finger in his mouth to ease the sting of the bite, discovering that Rose drew blood with her defensive tactics. The antibodies in his saliva should prevent it from becoming infected. The human mouth is teeming with bacteria, but the Gallifreyan one can counteract just about anything her species can throw at him. Feisty girl, his Rose, willing to fight dirty when necessary.

When Rose’s breathing calms she asks, “Do you think they’re gone?”

He’s about to say yes when the return of footsteps echoes past their position. They are shouting and angry and he says a soft no directly into her ear. Rose shivers and a tiny little jolt shakes her body. “You all right?” he asks with concern.

“Fine,” she says but she doesn’t sound it. Her voice is high and breathy and gasping. “Do you think you can give me a bit more space?” she asks wiggling against him. She’s pressed into the wall with her back firmly up against his chest. “I can barely breathe.”

“I can try, but there’s not really any space to give you.” He shifts a bit, but knocks into something metallic and it clangs to the floor as he loses his balance and grabs her hips to steady himself. His eyes close and he swallows hard, hoping against hope that the noise wasn’t heard outside, and at the development of a sudden tightening in his jeans.

“Never mind,” she whispers, her voice practically a whimper. She shifts her hips and her bum brushes across his groin and all of a sudden he’s very aware of how close he is to Rose Tyler. He tries desperately to pull his hips away without knocking anything else over, but something sharp pokes him hard in the small of his back and hastily he springs forward away from the pain.

Rose lets out a small oof as she’s plastered even more firmly against the wall and he’s got a problem that is suddenly getting quite a bit larger. His jeans do not leave much room for this sort of problem and normally he can control his physical reactions, but not when he’s this close to Rose. He’s such a perverted old man, even thinking thoughts like this about Rose. He’s wanted her from nearly the day he met her but has been determined not to do anything about it.

It’s a bad idea to even think about getting involved with a companion and he’s never seriously entertained the idea of it before Rose. It’s easy enough to keep her at a safe distance most of the time. He can tell himself that she’s just a kid when she’s safely standing across the room from him. But when she’s this close, there’s no lying to himself about what he feels for her. His body knows that young as she is, Rose is a woman and not a child. His body is pretty damn insistent about it.

He makes one more attempt to pull his hips away from Rose, but as he does he feels her soft bum suddenly pushing back into him. A stifled groan emerges from her and he suddenly smells the very strong scent of feminine arousal. His body takes over, pushing forward again, pushing Rose back into the wall.

“Doctor,” she says breathlessly and her hand is suddenly reaching back for one of his and she is placing it on her thigh just at the hem of her short denim skirt. She didn’t wear tights today, her last pair had been run horribly through, just socks in her boots and that has left a bare expanse of leg for his hand to touch. Against his better judgment he does just that.

Rose sighs as his hand strokes up and down then slowly begins bunching the fabric up as it moves higher. He tells himself to stop it, that just because she seems to be offering doesn’t make it right. He’s going to regret this when she leaves him in a fit of domestics that’ll be his undoing. Right now she’s aroused, in close quarters, but later she’ll realize how much of an alien he is when he can’t give her everything she wants. He can’t give her a stable life, a family, a happily ever after. All he has is himself and that can never be enough for her.

He should stop this before it goes too far. He really needs to just move his hand. No, not that direction! Away from her. But his rebellious hand is not listening to his half-hearted thoughts. It is continuing to bunch up her skirt until it hits the soft curve of her bum and the lace and satin of her knickers. Rose pushes against him again, much more firmly. “Doctor,” she says again and it sounds like a prayer, it’s whispered with such reverence.

His index finger slips beneath the elastic and lace and edges forward around her hip and into the softness of her curls. She pushes hard against him to give his hand enough room to maneuver. He finds her warm and wet as his finger slips between the folds of her sex and he locates her clitoris. Her soft groan encourages his actions and he begins a slow, easy circling of the sensitive little nubbin.

Rose grinds back against him and he circles more tightly, focusing intently on the source of her pleasure. His other hand has settled on her waist and is steadily pulling the fabric of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. He finds bare flesh beneath it and his hand slips up and cradles her breast over the soft satin of her bra. He wishes it weren’t so dark, that he could see her, see the color of the things that cover her before he takes them off and sees every part of her.

He pushes her bra up out of the way and his fingers find her nipple, tweaking gently until it rises, hard and begging beneath his ministrations. Her body rocks against him now and his erection is almost painful at the wonderful rubbing sensation. He needs to free it from its prison soon, but neither hand wants to relinquish its prize.

The Doctor slides his finger down a bit more and enters her body. She cries out in surprise at the unexpected movement before she quickly adapts, sliding up a bit and back down again on the inserted digit. “Want you,” she whispers. “Want you so badly, Doctor. Every day lately, it’s all I can think about.”

He growls softly at her words and reluctantly relinquishes her breast so he can push his hand between them and free himself from the confines of his jeans and boxer briefs. Rose wiggles her knickers down out of the way. It only takes them a few seconds and the relief he feels at just being free is nothing compared to what he feels when he lifts Rose by the waist and manages to hold her in place and slide into her. Her feet don’t quite touch the floor but he’s holding her tight to the wall in the confined space.

Slowly he thrusts all the way in and Rose stifles her cry of pleasure. He’s beyond caring that he’s too old for her, too alien, too wrong. He wants her and now that’s the only focus of his world. He wants Rose Tyler and he’s having Rose Tyler and damn it, if he can, he’ll find a way to manage that happily ever after if she tells him she wants it with him.

He bends his knees and pulls out then pushes back in, lodging himself even more firmly within her. He begins a slow, deliberate rhythm. Anything faster will have the supply shelves coming down on them and bringing the enemy to their location. It doesn’t matter. He wants to take his time. He will take his time.

The Doctor wants to kiss her and hates that he can’t. This first time he should be able to kiss her. He’ll make damn sure that every time from now on he’ll kiss her first. Slowly and languorously just like he’s making love to her now. And then later, fast and hard, just as he intends to take her when they have more room, a bed to stretch out on. He doesn’t even consider that this is a one off. Not with the noises Rose Tyler is making as he plunges upwards into her body.

Rose manages to get one hand in front of her and strokes herself in time to his rhythm. She is whispering words of encouragement to him, words that sound filthy in the dark, words he never expected to hear falling from her lips and words that sound perfect there, directed at him and only him. He’s close to coming and he tells her so and she redoubles her efforts determined to meet him in that moment. He knows he could hold off for longer if he wanted to, but he finds he’s become damn selfish in this body. He wants nothing more than to finish himself within her body, to strive for that blissful, blinding orgasm as her tight walls clench around him.

His own words join hers in the dark, a litany in Gallifreyan that she doesn’t understand and yet he knows that she will recognize the tone, the meaning conveyed in that manner. She’s whimpering again and he asks her to come for him because he’s so ready and then she’s clenching down hard around him and he doesn’t have to wait anymore. He comes violently within her, her tight walls contracting around him and milking him of every last drop of his seed as he spends himself inside her.

His knees are weak as he finishes and if the shelving behind weren’t holding him up, he’d be stumbling to the ground, carrying Rose with him. Regretfully he withdraws from her body and allows her feet to touch the ground. Rose squirms back into her knickers and smoothes her skirt into place. It takes him a bit longer to put himself away and catch his breath. He’d totally forgotten about his respiratory bypass system and had been breathing heavily the whole time. Rose does that to him.

“I want to kiss you,” Rose says.

“There’s not enough room for you to turn around,” he says. But even as he does she shifts towards the door and manages to make enough space for herself to turn. She buries herself inside his leather jacket for a moment hugging him tight. Her fingers seek the cool skin beneath his jumper and then she raises her head to his and kisses his mouth.

There is no hesitation, no doubt in her kiss. This is a woman with no regrets, a woman happy with the choice made here, a woman willing to go on as they’ve begun. The kiss is everything he’s longed for. Intimate and needy and perfectly right. When it ends it is with deep regret on both sides.

“We need to see if we can get back to the TARDIS,” he says.

“And then you can shag me senseless,” she tells him.

“First thing on the list,” he says.

“There’s a list?”

“There’s a list,” he says. “Everything I’ve been thinking about for far too long.”

“Ah,” she says. “I have one of those, too.” He can almost hear her smiling in the dark.

“Shall we?” he says rattling the doorknob.

“No time like the present,” she answers. They open the door and slip out into the unoccupied corridor. There is no sign of the guards and they make their way out of the castle with no one being the wiser. Once on the grounds they run for the TARDIS as if the devil himself were chasing them. There’s no one there, of course. There doesn’t need to be. Not when they both know what pleasures await them on the other side of the door.