amberfocus | The Boundaries of Temptation (6/6)--Complete

Title: The Boundaries of Temptation
Series: Crossing Boundaries (#3)
Author:

amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten, Donna, Jackie
Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut (of the needy, possessive, dominant!Nine sort)
Rating: Adult
Betas:

amyo67,

corusca
Summary: Rose has a wedding to attend and the Doctor doesn't want to go, nor is he ready to come out to Rose's mother about their relationship as lovers. The Tenth Doctor, still reeling from the loss of Rose and desperately wanting to see her again after one brief hour meddling in his own past, decides that the wedding will be a perfect place to steal time with her again, but Donna isn't so sure.
A/N: Rose discovers just how alien the Doctor is, and doesn't care. Full bonding is achieved. Not work appropriate or child friendly chapter. I believe this completes all of my Support Stacie obligations. If I've somehow forgotten one, be sure to let me know.

Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/293332.html
Ch. 2: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/296147.html
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/296463.html
Ch. 4: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/297036.html
Ch. 5: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/298847.html

Chapter Six: Revelation and Reward

Rose's eyes flew open in surprise. “You mean you’re going to let me see you?” she asked in surprise. In the six months that they had been together the Doctor had always kept the room dim when they’d made love or Rose had kept her eyes covered at his request. The Doctor hadn’t wanted her to see how alien his sexual organ was and though she pretty much understood by feel what it must look like, he’d continued to hold back. Recognizing it as one of his quirks, she'd simply gone along with him.

“Rose, I…this is hard for me.”

“It’s not like a human penis is a thing of beauty, you know. It’s not what it looks like, it’s what it can do, and yours can do rather a lot to make me happy,” she told him.

“I’ve always been so afraid I’d scare you off me,” he admitted.

“If the crazy, prettified, future version of you couldn’t do that, what makes you think a weird, alien penis is going to freak me out?” she said. “I’ve touched you, had you inside me, taken you in my mouth. Why did you think I’d turn away if I saw you?” she wanted to know. “You just asked me to be your mate. I hope that means you can trust me to keep my head together. I don’t care if it looks strange. I love you as you are. Trust me.”

“I do, Rose. No more turning down the lights or hiding behind those opaque condoms,” he said. “I can still wear them if you want, but you know I can’t get you pregnant. The reason for the condoms…it’s been about more than my fears. It’s the way I ejaculate, Rose. It’s not just from the tip; it’s from all the little bumps.”

“I know that. I’ve had you in my mouth enough to know that,” she said.

“It’s not the same as in your mouth, though. If I do that inside your body itself without a condom to protect you, it’ll make this mating permanent for you, Rose. It’ll alter your body chemistry when I release certain hormones there because it’s the proper environment for it. The condoms stop that from happening. Without them it’ll latch on and inject them into you and stay latched on for about an hour. It’ll hurt a little bit at first, but there’s an anesthetic quality, followed by euphoria shortly after the initial prick.” Rose smirked at his choice of words and he rolled his eyes at her.

“…And if I do that you won’t be able to make love to another man for the rest of your life. Not if I’m still alive somewhere. He said we’d be separated…”

“I said I wanted to be your mate. I want it in every sense of the word, Doctor. I can’t imagine loving someone else enough to let them touch me,” she said. “Not after you. And I can always take care of myself. Besides, I don’t believe that there’s no way for crazy Doctor to get his Rose back. You can do the impossible. I’ve seen it. There’s got to be a way.”

“When there were more Time Lords it was easy enough to do it without causing damage, but now…well, there’s only me,” he said.

“How many Time Lords do you need to have?” Rose asked him.

“At least three and three TARDISes,” he said. “More would be better.”

“So you and loony tunes aren’t enough to do it?” she asked.

“No, we’re not. There needs to be one to open a gate between parallel worlds, one to go inside and stop in the middle to hold it open, monitor things, and continually repair all damage being caused as it happens, and a third to go through to the other side and retrieve the lost version of you. If it could have been done with the two of us, I’d have suggested it. Or he would have if he was thinking straight enough.”

“What about this Master bloke?” Rose asked. “He sounds crazy, but he is a Time Lord.”

“No,” said the Doctor. “He’s dead. His wife shot him.”

“And he didn’t regenerate?”

“No. And the other me burned his body. Even if he hadn’t, there’s no way I’d risk exposing you to that man. He was evil. He’d take you from me just to destroy me,” the Doctor told her.

“Why did he hate you so much?”

The Doctor shrugged. “It was who he was.” It was clear he wasn’t going to talk about it further.

“What do you suppose he’s gone to do now?” she asked softly. “The other Doctor, I mean.”

“It’s not our problem. He’s never getting near you again. I’m not letting you out of my sight, Rose.”

“So you said,” she told him, “but a girl needs some privacy.”

“You can have privacy on the TARDIS, but when we go off the ship you need to stay with me. I don’t want there to ever be another chance for him to try to take you. I know with your penchant for wandering off and being all jeopardy friendly that that’ll be difficult for you, but I need you to try,” he said.

Rose looked rebellious and sat up. She crossed her arms over her naked breasts and glared at him. “I like wandering off. I like being independent. I have no intention of being a prisoner in here just because you’re freaked out about him.”

“I know,” he said.

“I can’t guarantee that I won’t do it again.”

“All I ask is that you try,” he said. “I know it goes against your nature not to get in trouble on a daily basis—.”

“Oi!”

“But I don’t want to lose you any sooner than I’m supposed to. Rose, I’m also going to need to erase this incident from your mind,” he told her.

“No!” she said vehemently.

“I know you don’t like me inside your head—.”

“Except during sex,” she interrupted.

“Except during sex,” he amended. “But you really can’t remember this.”

“And if I don’t, then how am I going to know to watch out for him trying to take me again?” she asked logically. “How am I going to even try not to wander off if I don’t know the consequences for doing it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you could just obey me for a change?” he asked hopefully. “I could implant the suggestion.”

“Riiiiight,” she said. “Like that’s ever going to happen. And don’t you go sneaking in there when I’m asleep or too exhausted to fight it.”

“I’d never!”

“You did it to Mum.”

“That’s different. Your mother having knowledge of this could be dangerous to our future,” he explained. “She’s careless and likely to interfere.”

“That’s my mother you’re talking about,” Rose growled at him.

“I know.” He eyed her steadily.

Rose relented, her annoyance dissipating. “Oh, I suppose it had to be done. But I need to remember.” She sighed wearily and rubbed at her forehead. “It’s been an awfully long day. Can we just make love now?” she asked him. “We can sort the rest of it out later.”

He nodded and then with a deep breath he lowered his boxer briefs. Rose gazed at him curiously then moved closer to the edge of the bed. Although the Doctor was quite obviously ready for sex, his member engorged, it did not point up like a human male’s. It hung low instead, his hairless balls up snug and tight behind it. Rose reached out her hand, then pulled it back and looked up to meet his gaze.

“Go on,” he said. “It’s not like you’ve never touched me before.”

“Just never seen what I’ve been touching,” she replied. His eyes still showed his worry. As Rose reached for him the Doctor’s penis suddenly moved towards her, meeting her hand. It curled into her grip and she almost dropped it in surprise, but she stopped herself. This was a huge step forward for them and she didn’t want to make him think she wasn’t accepting him exactly the way he was. Ridges ran down the length of his penis, banding it in rings every 1/4 of an inch or so. As she stroked firmly from root to tip he felt smooth like velvet, but as she moved her hand back up the little bumps emerged from between the ridges.

Precum oozed from the bumps as well as the tip of his shaft and made her gentle up and down motion much easier. Something soft and feathery came into her hand a moment later and she realized that some kind of thing was emerging from each little bump as she stroked. “They’re called ambulatory urthia. They behave a bit like barnacles feeding,” the Doctor explained. “They come out searching for something to grab on to at high tide, in this case the flow of your arousal. You wouldn’t have felt it with the condom on. When…when I come inside you they’ll hook into you.”

“But they seem so soft,” she protested.

“Wrong environment for them out here. Those are just exploratory feelers. Once I come and they find the right kind of female secretions mixing with my sperm, they’ll send out hard little barbs on the ends that will shoot the chemicals into your body and we’ll stay joined for an hour and then the mating bond will be complete. If…if you still want to do it,” he said.

“I want to do it.”

“It will hurt.”

“I don’t care. Why do they do it though? Hook in? Doesn’t seem like it would be very comfortable for the female.”

“The muscles of Gallifreyan women are tougher, stronger, and it wasn’t particularly painful for them. It was an adaptation by the males to prevent getting separated before conception took place. Since men outnumbered females ten to one on our planet for many, many years, the likelihood of any male conceiving with a woman was quite small, especially considering a pregnancy took nearly two years. If the lovers were locked into place, it gave the sperm time to find the egg without interference.”

“Interference?”

“Another male coming along and trying to dislodge the mating process before conception could be successful, so that he could mate with her instead, pass on his progeny. With the barbs in place they couldn’t be knocked apart without it damaging the female and preventing conception for several months afterwards,” the Doctor explained.

“What, your men went around bonking each other on the head during sex if they wanted someone else’s female?” Rose asked.

“Pretty much. Those were more barbaric times. Eventually we evolved and turned to genetic engineering, although the equipment all still works. I could procreate with a Gallifreyan woman if any still existed,” he said.

“But not with me, right? You said there was no chance I can get knocked up by you,” Rose replied. “I’m only twenty. I’m not ready to be a mother.”

“That’s right. Your DNA is double stranded and mine is triple stranded. It would require genetic engineering for us to have a child,” he said. “And even then the chances are only 50/50.”

“This is no life for a child, anyway,” she said.

“No,” he said getting a distant look in his eye. “It’s not.” He focused again on Rose. “You probably won’t have an orgasm this time. That’s why I took care of you first. I won’t be able to control our lovemaking like I normally do. Once inside you without protection, this first time I’ll be driven to make the mating complete. It’ll be fast and hard and probably too quick to bring you any real pleasure. I’m sorry about that. You know how important it is to me that it be good for you when we make love.” He looked both embarrassed and apologetic.

“It’s all right, Doctor,” she said. “I know what I’m in for. I’ll be okay.”

He nodded in acceptance. “Once I start I won’t be able to stop. I will in the future, but not this time. You might ask me to when the pain hits, but I will physically be incapable of withdrawing. You need to know that going in. There will be no changing your mind. I’ll need to stay in your head the whole hour, too. Not just at the point of climax. It might help to mitigate the pain from the injections a bit. I don’t know. It’s been a long time since any of my people have done something like this. We’ve bonded mentally…but physically, not so much. What I know I’ve read in dusty old books from the past,” he said. “History and anatomy lessons at the Academy.”

“Then it’ll be new for both of us,” Rose said.

“So you consent to this?” he asked.

“I do, Doctor.” She gently let go of him and reached for his hand. “I’m not afraid of it. I can survive a little pain to become bonded like this. Make love to me, Doctor. I want this. I want you. I want to be your mate in every sense of the word.”

He studied her for a long moment before taking her hand. She lay back on the bed and he eased himself down next to her and pulled her into his arms. He sought out her mouth and she gladly offered it up to him, her lips falling open with the briefest of swipes of his tongue. His invasion was slow and thorough as he sought to discover places he might have missed in previous perusals of teeth and tongue.

Her hands sought out his body, seeking now the touches that he’d denied her earlier. Fingers and palms slid over smooth skin. His cool body began to radiate the heat of intense sexual arousal and she could feel his penis moving against her leg, twitching and ready. He pulled back from the kiss, sucking the corner of her lower lip into his mouth before dragging his lips down her throat. He trailed kisses down her sternum, then up and over her right breast. He sought out the little peak, circling it rapidly with his tongue, sucking and scraping lightly with his teeth.

Rose felt her body jerk upwards at the sensation as his hand joined his mouth, imitating movements against her other breast. Desire built within her groin, a slow, burning need for him to be inside her. He seemed to feel it, too, abandoning both breasts and moving back up to recapture her mouth. His tongue was insistent as it resumed control and she groaned softly into this new kiss, her hands resting against his closely shorn hair, offering him no escape until she was ready to break it.

“I need you,” she whispered finally against his lips, releasing him.

He pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. “You’re sure? There’s no going back once we do this.”

“Good,” she said. “I want you. Forever.”

“For as long as we have,” he corrected her.

“Forever,” she repeated stubbornly.

He sighed then nodded. “Maybe your faith will be enough to one day bring us back together. I have to trust that the possibility exists. Otherwise I’m a fool to be doing this. But if I must label myself a fool, then so I must. I want this; want it more than is right and sane. Maybe this is why he lost his sanity, but I can’t care.” He lined himself up with her body. “Rose Tyler, I love you.” He pushed himself inside her in one long, smooth stroke.

She met his eyes. His gaze was steady and strong and searching. “I love you, Doctor,” she told him. His hands moved up to touch her temples and he established a link between them. She felt his presence sliding into her mind like a restrained fire waiting to roar out of control, her own mind wrapping around him like soothing water flowing at the edges of his flame. He pulled back then and placed his arms behind her knees, holding her legs up to allow for deeper penetration.

He slid out and then back into her. It was obvious from his expression that he was trying to go slow at first, trying not to risk hurting her. She loved the way he felt inside her, the absence of the condom making each sensation new and different and intensely pleasurable as the bumps and ridges moved within her. He was able to maintain control for a few minutes but when sweat broke out on his brow she knew he was trying too hard.

She raised a hand to his face. “Please don’t worry about hurting me. I’m tough. I’ll be all right. It’s okay. Lose control.”

He nodded at her and closed his eyes, beginning to seek out his own orgasm at last. His movements began to get faster and faster and she felt him drive deeply inside her body. Lust flared within their mind link, his desire to own and possess her in all ways possible radiating clearly at the forefront of his thoughts. Each glide within her body became more and more powerful. She could feel him against her g-spot, their pelvises perfectly aligned to put pressure on her clitoris.

The Doctor seemed to have been wrong about her ability to achieve orgasm again because as he began to pound into her, taking her harder and harder she felt the intense burn of desire flooding through her womb. Her muscles began to flutter with the beginning hints that she would come in just a few more moments.

He dropped her legs down to the bed, pulling her body up and wrapping his arms around her back until there was no space between them as he laid her back on the bed. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist but he was moving too quickly for that now and she let them splay wide on the bed instead. She contented herself with stroking his back and whispering words of encouragement.

The Doctor was grunting in exertion with each thrust into her body and the sweat was dripping from him. He was still brushing her clit with each plunge and she felt the stuttering start of her muscles beginning to contract around his penis. He felt so different, so strong, the bumps and ridges within her adding to the flame of her orgasm. She soared, rose to the very height of her climax and as she did he cried out. She could feel his slightly cool sperm as he came, as it hit her powerfully from many sides.

Contractions shook her and then suddenly as she was coming down again, what felt like hundreds of little needles hooked into her. She let out a scream, more in shock than in pain, her eyes wide, her mouth open. She panted as the barbs bore into her, as the sharp and stinging pain made all thoughts of pleasure flee from her. Tears came into her eyes and then just as suddenly as it had come, it was gone and she was floating, back in a high so intense she thought surely she would die of pleasure.

As the euphoria washed over her, her body completely relaxed, going limp in the Doctor’s arms. He rolled them over so that Rose was on top and she lay there bonelessly. “Are you all right?” he murmured in her ear. She couldn’t speak as she floated in the waves of pleasure, orange and red and yellow behind her closed eyes. She nodded weakly against his chest. His arms surrounded her, holding her tightly to him and his penis twitched inside her, rippling and pulsing, sending delightful sensations through her entire body.

She could feel the Doctor poking around the edges of her consciousness, trying to reassure himself that she really was okay. She opened her mind fully to him and showed him just exactly how she felt, about this and about him. She’d never been so unguarded with him before, only letting him in just enough to satisfy his need for a mental connection during sex. This time she let him go wherever he wanted, invited him in. And after a moment’s hesitation she was able to wander through his own feelings for her.

Rose felt herself buffeted about by a sensation so strong, so overwhelming that it nearly subsumed her. The intensity of the Doctor’s feelings for her and his fear that he might one day lose her bordered on madness. It should have scared her but it didn’t. It explained so much about him, about who he would become. All she could do now was try to soothe those fears.

Rose forced herself to move her head and she found his mouth, pushing past slack lips to stroke passionately against his tongue with her own. She took full possession of his mouth, discovering him all over again, as if she were kissing him the first time they had made love. She explored every bit of him, then came back and did it all again. She could feel him hardening inside her, but knew there was nothing either of them could to about it until the barbs released.

So instead she made love to his mouth, making sure no bit of it went untouched. She ground against him as best she could with the limited range of motion the barbs allowed. It was enough to scrape her clit against the root of his shaft and she pulled back from his mouth. Sitting up she rocked against him, focusing on trying for yet another orgasm. She circled her hips just that tiny fraction that she could and had him crying out her name.

It was so seldom that she had him at her mercy like this and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. She reached for his hands and brought them up, splaying them wide over her breasts. “Touch me,” she said and his hands began to knead the soft mounds of flesh, cupping and caressing before rolling her nipples in his hands. A flash of want raced through her womb and she contracted heavily, just once. The Doctor responded by arching up violently into her.

A sharp wave of pain rippled through her, followed by another contraction of such intense pleasure she thought she might go mad. Again the Doctor arched into her, and again pain was followed by pleasure. She knew what they were doing was probably not the best thing, but she couldn’t help herself. The lust she had always felt for him had tripled from the moment their minds had linked and the euphoria from the injections had only made that more intense.

“Can you come while the barbs are out?” she asked him.

“No,” he said. “But it feels amazing, what you’re doing.” So Rose continued on teasing him the entire hour until the barbs finally released their hold on her and the Doctor was able to withdraw. She had come twice during that time.

“Over,” he said with a slight growl in his voice.

Rose flipped onto her hands and knees, pulling pillows into place to prop herself up properly for him. “Hold onto the head board. You’ll need to brace yourself,” he said. Rose curled her hands around the wrought iron bars of the headboard and looked back at him. His eyes were very dark. She turned back, putting her head down on the pillow. She felt his hands stroking her bum, kneading and fondling the soft globes and then she felt him hard and ready at her entrance. His push inside her was so rough she nearly hit her head on the headboard.

The Doctor pulled her back and away and then he began his thrusts, hard, fast, but contained. She regripped the bars, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her within an inch of her life. He felt amazing. She could sense from his mind that this was his reaction to John’s behavior; that he was staking his claim, marking her as his in no uncertain terms, even past what the bonding had done. His words began to spill out as he told her over and over again that she belonged to him, that he belonged to her, that they were and always would be each other’s soul mate, bond mate, life mate.

When at last he exploded inside her Rose felt herself going off again, clamping him hard and milking every last drop from his penis. She shuddered and shook and finally collapsed on the pillow. The Doctor collapsed on top of her, his shaft finally falling from her body. His arms covered hers, his hands holding her wrists again. His chest was tight against her back and his breath was cool on the back of her neck and shoulder. She felt his teeth bite down, gently, felt his tongue sucking hard as he placed his mark upon her.

When at last he released her she managed to push him off and over onto his back. She curled into him and held him tightly. “I love you, Doctor,” she said, her voice low and still drenched with desire for him.

“I love you, too,” he told her. His arms wrapped her securely and he gave a shuddering sigh. “I am yours,” he added a moment later. “Now and forever.”

“And I’m yours,” she said. “Until the end of time.”

“Well,” said a voice from out in the hallway. “Isn’t that special? But now that the two of you have bonded, do you think we can get on with saving the universe?”

A man in a brown pinstriped suit stood in the doorway eyeing them with interest. Rose screeched and grabbed for a blanket, hastily pulling it over her body. “It’s not something I haven’t seen before,” he said.

“That’s me again,” the Doctor said, “but without the perception filter.”

“Get out!” Rose said throwing a pillow at his head, but it fell short of the man. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“That wasn’t me,” he said smoothly. “No, that was future me. I still have a Rose. Unfortunately that lunatic has taken her. I need your help to try and get her back.”

“How the hell did you get on my ship?” demanded the Doctor.

“I’m not really here,” he said. “I’m just a hologram. I’m on a space ship in the 51^st century and I need your help. I’m stuck here with Mickey Smith. Future me disabled my TARDIS. I can call out, but I can’t go anywhere. Here are the coordinates. I’m transmitting them to your TARDIS. I suggest you get here as soon as possible.” He turned his head slightly and his eyes seemed to bore directly into Rose’s. “You’re my only hope.”

The man in brown slowly faded from sight. “Guess we can’t avoid this after all,” Rose said.

“Guess not.” They washed up quickly and dressed, heading for the console room. The Doctor made a detour to Chiswick and five minutes after they’d left her appeared on Donna’s front lawn. Donna opened her mouth to yell at him, but he forestalled it with an abrupt, “I was wrong. You were right. Coming?”

Donna’s jaw popped shut and she shoved past him onto the TARDIS. “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” she said. “Now let’s go and rescue the crazy one from himself and hope it’s not too late.”

Rose sighed. Why did she feel like it already was?

~To Be Continued in The Boundaries of Desire~