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amberfocus) wrote2009-09-05 05:20 pm
amberfocus) wrote2009-09-05 05:20 pm
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In All the Ways that Matter Most (2/2)
Title: In All the Ways that Matter Most
Author: ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten2/Rose, Jackie
Genre: Romance, Smut, Humor, Smidgeon of Hurt/Comfort and Angst but primarily happy
Rating: Adult, NC-17 this chapter
Beta: amyo67
Warning: Explicit Sex
Summary: Rose comes to the conclusion that the human Doctor is the Doctor in all the ways that are important, and even more importantly he's also different in all the ways that matter most. Post Journey's End fic.
Author's Notes: This fic is the last of my support Stacie incentive for bidding fics. It's for chissel who has waited very patiently for my muses to get off their sorry butts and do their jobs. Hence it's quite a bit longer than the others to make up for the wait.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/286830.html
Chapter Two
“I mean have sex. The horizontal mambo. Knocking boots. The bedroom rodeo. Bumping uglies. Getting busy. Rolling in the hay. Taking a tumble. The beast with two backs. Making sweet whoopee. Bouncing the pogo stick. The old in and out. Doing the dirty. Shagging. Boinking. Chasing the monkey around the—.”
“I get it, Doctor,” she said holding up her hand to stop him. Her fingers pressed to his lips and they stilled. She dropped her hand back down to her side.
“Making love?” he asked just a bit plaintively.
Rose smiled. “What I want right now, Doctor, is to sleep. I think I can manage to keep my eyes open for all of five more minutes. I need to get in some solid Z’s. That all right?” she asked.
“Of course it is, but…I can sleep in the same bed? I don’t want to be that far away from you,” he said motioning to the second bedroom of their suite.
“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “I’d like that.” She went in to use the loo first and wash the travel dust from her face. She stripped off her shoes, socks, and trousers then took off her bra. She glanced around for a dressing gown. The hotel was posh enough it might provide one. She wasn’t quite brave enough to walk out there without one. She found it hanging on the back of the bathroom door and slipped it on, then folded up her clothing.
Rose returned to the main room and the Doctor paused to hug her tightly to him, his hands trailing down her back to gently caress her bum before letting her go, and going into the bathroom himself. She slipped into bed, leaving the robe on the floor. She was nervous. She hadn’t actually answered the Doctor’s question. She knew that she wanted to make love to him. She’d wanted to do that for a very long time, even when he still had big ears and that lovely, long, aquiline nose, and his manic darkness was all wrapped up in a leather and denim package. That hadn’t changed when he’d switched to well-tailored brown pinstripes, and the attraction to him still held true now, even if those pinstripes were suddenly burgundy on blue.
She did want him. She’d wanted him then and she wanted him now. Even if it was too soon. She knew it probably was. Especially as they had just spent the last few years apart. It just didn’t matter. He mattered. What her heart felt mattered. Even if…maybe, he wasn’t quite what she’d been expecting, he seemed to be exactly what she wanted. A Doctor who was able to express his feelings and love her completely and tell her that he did. And yeah, maybe before all of this had happened he’d felt the same way, but he’d never been willing or maybe able to let it out. She couldn’t pretend that didn’t hurt. She couldn’t pretend that not hearing the right words from him hadn’t torn her soul to shreds. Not once, but twice.
Rose hoped one day she’d be able to forgive him, the other one, the original, the one this man sprang from. She was getting as bad as him, her thoughts running on just like his sentences. She didn’t want to be mad, to hurt forever. She wanted to be happy. She wanted him to be happy. Both of him, but she wanted this him, the one with her, to be happiest. He’d stayed. He wanted her. He’d said so. He loved her. How could she not want that? How could she not want him to be happy, and to be happy herself again after so many years of being anything but? Was it betrayal? Or was it an even more fierce form of loyalty? Did it really matter? She could go crazy thinking about things like this.
Life with the Doctor, any Doctor, had always been a bit mental. So really it was business as usual then, except…except there’d be shagging. She grinned as she replayed his list of euphemisms through her head again. She’d have to ask him about that last one. Chasing the monkey around the what? And in that particular scenario which one of them was the monkey and which one was whatever it was being chased around?
She settled back into the bed, the soft pillows supporting her head and she pulled the thick, warm duvet up over her body. Her eyes closed and she sighed as she waited for the Doctor. At last the bathroom door clicked open and a moment later she felt the bed sink down on her right side. “You asleep?” he asked very softly.
“Yes,” she said just as softly and heard a low, throaty chuckle emerge from his throat. He edged under the blankets and she felt his hands on her as he tugged on her body. She rolled toward him and settled with her face resting against his bare chest, his arm cradling the back of her head. She slid her hand over his chest and let it rest above his single, human heart, her fingers threading through his chest hair.
He sighed. “This is nice.”
“Mmm,” she said. She felt his hand moving in her hair, stroking through the golden strands. It was very restful.
“Almost as nice as making love to you is going to feel,” he said even more softly, a hopeful tinge to his voice.
“Mmm,” she murmured again tilting her head into his caress for a moment before plopping it back down in her exhaustion. “Nice.”
“I missed you,” he said. “So, so much.”
“Missed you,” she said groggily. She yawned mightily and tilted her head just enough to kiss the edge of his pectoral muscle. “Every day of my life,” she added and then her body relaxed bonelessly into sleep. The Doctor stroked her hair for a moment longer before joining her.
When Rose woke the clock told her she had more than slept it around. Fourteen hours had passed. The Doctor was not in the bed beside her and she listened for a moment for the sound of the shower running. There wasn’t any noise at all in the suite and for a frightful moment she thought it had all been a dream until she saw his blue suit coat hanging over the back of one of the armchairs. With a sigh of relief she slid out of bed and hurried to the loo. Fourteen hours was a long time to sleep and she was bursting.
That done she washed her face and then slipped out to make sure the Doctor wasn’t in the other bedroom. It was empty, too. She frowned and was just about to pull on the rest of her clothes and go in search of him when she heard a key in the lock. She dived for the bed, getting the blankets over her body just as the door opened.
The Doctor bustled into the room with some packages and set them down on the table and then turned to the bed. “Oh, good, you’re awake. Was starting to think you were down for the full 24.”
Rose yawned. “I was tired,” she said.
“I noticed.”
“It’s 26 here,” she said.
“What?”
“We weren’t here long enough to notice before. The earth takes 26 hours to rotate. Clocks have 13 numbers on them instead of 12. 13 is considered the ultimate lucky number, like 7 back home.”
“Oh,” he said. He focused outwards, using his time sense to find the slight variation. “Don’t know why I never noticed. Probably wasn’t paying attention.”
“We had other things on our minds,” Rose said. “Cybermen. Mickey leaving. My not real mother and—and Dad.”
“Yep,” he said. He glanced away for a moment trying to hide his solemn expression, then put on a cheerful face. “I brought food back with me.”
“Is there coffee?” she asked.
“Yep. Coffee, cereal, muffins, toast. Stuff that’ll keep if you want to…if we…” He swallowed hard and his eyes drifted to her thigh sticking out from under the bed. “If there’s something you might want to do…first.”
Rose climbed out of the bed. She thought she would be nervous in front of him dressed only in her t-shirt and knickers. She had been earlier. This was more than he’d seen before, but somehow if felt completely natural. “There is.” She walked over to him and pulled his head down for a soft kiss. It did not stay soft. He came at her with the hunger of being away from her for too many long years and a suddenly very human, very male body. He pressed into her and she could feel every ounce of his desire barely contained in his wiry muscles. She could also feel his erection hard and long against her thigh.
She thought longingly of the coffee for just a few seconds until his hand started moving on her back up underneath her top and then she forgot that food and beverages even existed. When he released her from his hold she sighed and took his hand, edging back towards the bed with him. “Do you know where the condoms got to?” she asked him.
“On the night stand,” he said. She lay down and he settled on the mattress beside her, shucking his jumper as he did so. He pulled her back into his arms, his hands busy beneath her shirt as he pushed it up out of his way. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then a bit more firmly as it rose up under the magic of his tongue. He circled it, then brushed across the tip, then took more of her breast into his mouth. Back and forth he varied the motions until Rose was arching wantonly up against his body.
He pulled off suddenly and looked deeply into her eyes and said, “It’s just occurred to me that you haven’t actually said yes to this.”
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes. To this. To me. To sex. To making love. To—.”
“Doctor, I swear if you start that whole long list again I’m going to smack you one,” she told him.
“But I need to know that this is all right,” he said.
She was extremely tempted to ask him if it needed saying but those particular words were going to hurt for a long time. Longer than quite right, too, ever had. “Doctor, this is more than all right. This is what I want. You are who I want. I spent five years trying to get back to you.”
“But I’m not what you were expecting.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you. That I don’t want this. It doesn’t mean I can’t love you just because you went and changed again,” she said. She reached up and cradled the side of his face with her hand. “I dreamt about this face, or the one you had before it, every night for a year. And it hurt. But it didn’t hurt nearly as much as when I stopped dreaming about it every night. And now I get to see it again, to touch it, to kiss it.” She pulled him up so she could layer kisses over his forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his cheeks and finally his lips before breaking away again. “There are no doubts,” she said. “I want this with you no matter what’s changed. I always have.”
Still he hesitated. “Unless…unless you don’t?” she asked.
“How can you ask that?” he nudged into her thigh. “Can’t you tell how much I want you?”
“Human hormones,” she said dismissively. She sat up and pulled her shirt down. He stared in disappointment, his mouth falling open in surprise.
“You don’t want to.”
“Damn it, yes, I do. You’re the one who’s hesitating and talking. I forgot how much you talked! What a thing to forget, I know, but I did. There are times, Doctor, when a girl just wants you to shut up and kiss her. I want you to make love to me. I’m saying yes. But all you’re doing is talking! I could do with a bit of reticence with a Northern accent right about now!” she snapped.
“Would you have?” he asked sounding surprised.
“Would I have what?”
“Made love to me then? With that daft, homely old face?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?” she demanded. “You were beautiful!” She bit her lip and looked away, then glanced shyly up at him. He had a look approaching awed amazement on his face at her words. “Still are in a different way."
“You thought…even then?”
“Loved you for a long time, Doctor,” she told him, finding her confidence in the truth. “Appearance never mattered, though I thought you gorgeous in both bodies. I fell in love with the man. That’s why I can handle this. Maybe other women couldn’t, but I’m not other women. I’m Rose Tyler and Rose Tyler loves the Doctor, no matter what body he’s wearing.”
He dove on her then, bearing her down to the bed and she giggled. “Enough talking,” he said. “Rose Tyler, you talk entirely too much.”
“I talk too much?”
“See, even you think so.” He muffled her protest with his lips and she could feel him smiling against her mouth. She gave up trying to defend herself as his tongue snaked past her defenses and she buried her hands in his lovely chestnut hair.
All thoughts of talking gave way to kissing and more kissing and tongues and lips that navigated the secrets contained within each other’s mouths. Rose felt like she could spend a lifetime just kissing the man but a slow ache growing between her thighs began to infringe on her senses. His hand had made it back down to her breast and had started lightly alternating between stroking and squeezing the flesh and gently teasing at her ready nipple.
When he pulled away from her she nearly cried out in protest, but he was simply moving back to divest her of her shirt. He stared at her a moment, his eyes tracing from the line of her neck, over the soft curves of her breasts, across the slightly rounded stomach to the line of her knickers and down her thighs, to her legs and feet. He started blinking hard and she knew it was to hold back tears.
“I—I never…” He stopped, cleared his throat. “I never thought I’d get this chance, Rose. I never thought I’d have you back.”
“You have me back. I promised you, didn’t I? Tyler women always keep their promises,” she said. There was a suspicious amount of throatiness in her voice that was not in any way related to holding back her own tears.
“Tyler women are brilliant.”
“Yes, we are,” she said.
“And you,” he kissed her on the nose, “are the most,” he kissed one eyelid, “brilliant,” he kissed the other, “beautiful,” he found her lips again and paused for a long time as he took his pleasure there, slowly gliding his tongue over hers and gently swirling until she made a little moaning sound, “special,” he trailed his lips to her throat, “Tyler woman,” he settled on the curve between her neck and shoulder, “of all.”
She sighed. “Some smooth talker you are, Doctor,” she said happily. He sucked gently at the spot and she held his head fast in encouragement. He gradually increased the suction until she felt the bruise rising up under his teeth and tongue. He pulled away slightly then licked at the mark he’d left. “Gorgeous.”
“You certainly are,” she said with a dazed smile.
He gave a throaty chuckle. “Think we can get rid of these now?” he asked hooking his fingers in the elastic of her waistband.
“Make it kind of hard to do what we’re planning if we don’t,” she told him with a grin.
He wiggled down her body and kissed her just beneath her belly button. Slowly he inched the scrap of satin and lace down, his lips tracing the route from just above her soft curls to make a path between them. She squirmed as he just barely grazed her sex and followed his fingers down one thigh.
She hummed lightly as he unhooked the knickers from her ankles and tossed them across the room and stood at the end of the bed. For a long moment he drank her in. All of her nervousness was gone and she opened her legs for him. He made a sound that was half growl and half whimper.
Rose could see his erection straining against his boxer briefs, the little patch of wetness near the tip of his penis darkening the red fabric. “And you, Doctor? You going to take those off?” she asked him.
“Oh, yes!” he said enthusiastically and snapped them down and off so promptly that his penis bobbed and danced in response to the swift movements. Her eyes widened a bit as she took him in. He was definitely substantial, but not so big as to send her running to her mother in the next room to hide. She was no blushing virgin, but she hadn’t had a lover since she’d broken up with Mickey all those years ago and she knew this was going to be a bit like her first time all over again. Only hopefully without the awkward fumbling.
The Doctor crawled back onto the bed, settling between her thighs, his face just inches from her sex. His fingers gently parted the folds, his thumb rubbing lightly at her clit. She let out a small cry at the sudden sensation rocking through her core. He smiled and stroked her again and again, making her squirm under his touch. With his other hand he slid across her opening. She was almost embarrassed at how wet she was as he played with her.
He caught her eyes and slowly and deliberately began pushing one finger inside her. She held his gaze and tried to show him just how much she loved him with the expression on her face alone. He began a steady rhythm with his finger and when he finally broke their stare it was to nudge forward with his tongue and carefully lick at her clitoris.
Rose arched off the bed. It had been too long since a man had touched her like this, but the magic he induced with his mouth was definitely worth the wait. He sucked gently at her clit and then the swollen outer lips before removing his finger and deftly pushing his tongue inside her, then circling back up and around the tender bundle of nerves. He repeated the series of motions, never steadily so she didn’t know what to expect next at any one time. It was slowly driving her crazy and she knew something had to give soon.
The tight coil of orgasm began beneath her belly and as if he could sense it he focused his tongue tightly on her clit, his fingers coming back into play as he pushed first one and then two back inside her body. He worked her slowly but steadily until she was rising off the bed to meet each of his thrusts. Small involuntary noises emerged from deep within her and at last she completely shattered, her inner walls tensing and contracting tightly around her as she gave herself over and came hard around his fingers.
Her head fell back on the pillow and the Doctor slowly withdrew. He pulled back and sat up, then while he watched her he slowly sucked off his fingers one by one. The way he did it was mind-bendingly erotic and all she wanted was him sheathed inside her. “Please,” she said. “Please, Doctor. Make love to me now.”
Never one to deny Rose Tyler anything the Doctor crawled forward, retrieved a condom, rolled it on, positioned himself at her entrance and eased himself inside her. It was a tight fit, but she was well prepared and he took it slow and easy. She wasn’t sure if that was for her benefit or for his. His face was screwed up tightly in concentration and she wondered if the human hormones circulating wildly through his system were more than he was prepared for.
She should have known better as he fell into a rhythm as old as time itself. His slow pattern of thrusts and withdrawals felt deliciously good. He slid easily in her slickness and as she became accustomed to his presence he grasped her thighs, changing the angle so that he could seat himself more deeply inside her. His pelvis rubbed against her over-sensitized clitoris, but his pace was too slow and measured to give her anything but a gradually building need to come.
Rose trailed her fingers up and down his back, tracing over his ribcage and spinal column and up to his shoulders. She scraped her nails lightly down his sides, making him jerk and lose his concentration. That delighted her and every so often she did it again just to throw him off track. “You’re a minx, Rose Tyler,” he said catching her hands the last time she did it and holding them down to either side of her head, his fingers lacing through hers.
This shifted his body much closer to hers, his chest flattening her breasts as he pressed her firmly into the bed. She wrapped her legs around him, resting her heels at the crease where bum met thigh. At this angle he rubbed delightfully across her clit.
“I want to come,” she told him.
“You’re a very greedy girl, Rose. I let you come already.”
She pouted. “I want to come again.”
He leaned down and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. “All in good time, love.” He took his time, drawing out their pleasure until she was sweating and aching desperately with need. She found herself promising all sort of interesting ways of torturing him before he finally relented and gave in to her desire. He increased his pace and the roughness of his thrusts and Rose exploded around him, clenching down on him, spasming so tightly that he had no chance to hang on. He let go, crying out her name as he came and collapsing on her as he finished.
He lay there spent for a long minute before rolling off her and taking care of the results of their lovemaking. Once clean he crawled back into bed, pulling her to snuggle into him. She did so happily. “A girl could get used to this.”
“Whenever you want it, Rose, just give the word,” he said, his voice slightly smug. His tone became more serious. “Are you going to be okay with all of this?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I am. We’re going to be brilliant. But you know what?”
“What?”
“Mum’s going to be disappointed.”
“That we’re together like this?”
“Nah. That we didn’t disturb her rest at all.”
The Doctor glanced at the clock. “It’s seven a.m. I bet she’s still sleeping.”
“You think?”
“I think.” With a devilish grin he pulled away from her and sat up, turning to face the wall. “Come on.” With a delightful feeling of mischief, Rose sat up too and put her hands against the headboard next to the Doctor. Together they began to bang it into the wall. “Oh, Rose. Oh, oh, Rose.”
“Oh, Doctor! My Doctor. So big,” Rose groaned loudly.
“So tight, oh, Rose, so good,” the Doctor moaned back. They kept it up for a few minutes, calling on God and using language that would have made a sailor blush, and then when their point had been made they desisted.
It only took a minute after that before Jackie was pounding on their door. They scrambled hastily into their dressing gowns and Rose went to answer the door. “Hello, love,” Jackie said as she glanced at her daughter. “The management called up to say that the man in the next room has complained about the noise,” she said with a smirk. “Since I was the one who rented the rooms they called me.” She pointed to the wall opposite the bed. “You did know I was in that room, right?” And with a happy grin at the quiet and blushing pair she ambled over to the table. “What’s for breakfast?”
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