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amberfocus) wrote2011-01-07 07:39 pm
Three Hour Tour (9/?)
Title: Three Hour Tour (9/?)
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amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance, smut, fluff, action/adventure
Rating: Adult, very, very Adult
Betas: amyo67
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked on a sandbar and left behind by their shipmates after taking a three hour tour. Forced to swim to an uninhabited tropical island they must figure out how to survive until rescued while romance changes the face of their relationship.
A/N: Not a work safe, school safe, or child friendly chapter.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.h
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/379912.h
Ch. 5: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/383709.h
Ch. 7: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/394378.h
Chapter Nine: Growing Closer
The Doctor had lit the bonfire and come back to their makeshift kitchen area. Even if the ship saw the smoke it would take it hours to arrive. The Doctor wasn’t terribly hopeful. The ship had been so far away and if it hadn’t been for the noise he wouldn’t have even known what direction to look in. As it was, it had been on the very edge of his frankly superior vision.
“You don’t need to stay with the fire?” Rose asked. “We could take our food up there if you want.”
“Nah, it’s too hot up there and besides, we dug a fire break and pulled out all the grass anywhere near it. It’ll be fine,” he said.
“If you’re sure. Wouldn’t want to burn down our island.”
“I’m sure. I’ve gotten quite fond of her, so I have no intention of letting a fire get out of control. We can hike up there this evening and double check, if you like.” He shifted his attention to the fire pit. “That looks done now.”
He removed the pork roast from the fire and set it on one of the lopsided serving platters. Taking the big stone knife he brushed off the herbs that had been wrapped around it and carved it into pieces. The rice was done cooking and Rose portioned it out onto plates. She went to the small patch of growing greens the Doctor had identified as safe to eat and harvested several small leaves. She washed it in water and then tossed it with a tiny amount of their precious coconut oil. By the time she’d finished that the Doctor had moved on to slicing chunks from a mango.
When their plates were full they took them and moved further away from the heat of the fire, sitting on an old log side by side. The food was sinfully good, simple as it was, and Rose was so hungry she was beyond fretting over the creature’s death and more on the side of gratitude for what they were given.
“I can’t remember a better meal,” she said.
“Or better company to eat it with,” the Doctor replied. Rose leaned over and gave him a kiss for that sweet comment.
“So,” the Doctor ventured a long moment later, “does that mean you’re willing to branch out and try—.”
“No bunnies!” Rose said firmly, but she smiled. “Unless they die of natural causes, like the boar.”
After supper they washed up the dishes and then the Doctor checked on the meat smoking in the hollow log while Rose gathered small, green branches and chips of wood from the jungle floor. She brought them back and poured water over them and then the Doctor added them to the smoker. They caught slowly, adding to the smolder that had started to die down.
“How many days will it take to smoke that?” Rose asked.
“A couple of days. And it’ll be pretty salty when it’s done since I soaked it in salt water before putting it in there,” he said.
“Why?”
“Salt helps in the preserving process.” He closed up the opening and put the makeshift roof back on. “We can always soak it in water if we have to to get some of the saltiness back out and the moisture back in.”
“Oh.”
“We should sleep on the beach tonight. I don’t want to leave that alone for too long. It needs to maintain an even temperature, and there’s always the risk of the log catching fire.”
Rose nodded. “Then we ought to make a bed here, too,” she said. “As soft as the sand is, it does get into everything.”
The Doctor cut fresh palm fronds while Rose hauled them under a fairly protective overhang of vegetation. It offered something in the way of privacy. The Doctor was pretty sure if the ship had seen the fire and sent a rescue party it wouldn’t arrive until morning. Rose wanted to be out of direct sight, especially since she had every intention of making love to the Doctor and chances were good she would fall asleep naked afterwards. He always wore her out.
She snorted at herself. Always, like it was something common. It had only been…what, a week? Then again they’d made love every night since they’d become lovers. Often more than once a night. For a man who had spent so much of the last year holding back his emotions, it was still a little strange for her to see him being so open with them. But she wouldn’t change a thing.
By the next evening it was no longer possible to have hope that the ship had seen their signal fire. “I’m sorry, Rose,” the Doctor said as they settled into their temporary shelter by the smoking log for the night. “Seems like I’ve really stranded you here.”
Rose shrugged. “There are worse places I could be. I’ve got you. I’m happy.”
The Doctor smiled at her. “I’m happy, too,” he said. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time, Rose…” He trailed off and stared off into space.
“But?”
“I miss the TARDIS.” The words came out reluctantly.
“Can’t you…can’t you still feel her? In your head?” Rose asked.
“Yeah, of course, but it’s like a distant connection. It’s like the difference between you being in your mother’s flat and me calling you from the TARDIS, or you being next to me and holding my hand.”
“Yeah, but you’d still be able to talk to me,” Rose said.
“Maybe it wasn’t the best analogy. The TARDIS is…well, she’s difficult to understand at the best of times. She’s so different from any telepathic humanoid species and I always found physical contact with her was usually necessary for me to get through to her,” he said.
“Is that why you can’t call her to us?” Rose asked.
“Pretty much. I did manage to summon her once, but it was when a companion of mine was gravely injured and he would have died without immediate medical intervention. The intensity of my thoughts was strong enough to breach the barrier and she came. I’ve tried calling to her, but she senses that we’re in no danger so she isn’t really willing to stir herself without proper input into the shipboard computer,” he said.
“Could Jack fly her? If he found her?” Rose asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe if he found the manual and last time I remember having it, I used it to make the coffee table in the library stop wobbling. I’m not sure Jack even knows where the library is. Even then he’d have to get her to trust him and that takes time. He’s not been with us long enough for a real bond of any sort to develop. Certainly not like how it has with you,” he said.
“Maybe she doesn’t trust him because you don’t,” Rose ventured.
“I trust him to a degree,” the Doctor said, “but he’s still proving himself. It’s going to take some time to forget what happened in the Blitz. Not to mention I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
“Are you jealous?” she asked incredulously.
“Well, you do flirt with him a lot.”
“I love you,” she said firmly. “If you’d have made your feelings known sooner I wouldn’t have been looking in any direction but yours. Never thought I stood a chance.”
“You’re the only human who ever has,” he said.
“Seriously? The only?” she asked in surprise. “You’ve been kicking around Earth for how many of your nine hundred years and I’m the only girl you ever…?”
He nodded. “The only human,” he repeated. “I had a…a Gallifreyan family…before the—the war…” He looked out to sea. “And even before then it wouldn’t have been…the Time Lords never would have allowed it. Stuffy, inbred, hopelessly ritualistic old fuddy duddies that they were. If they thought my offense grave enough, they interfered. Forced a regeneration on me once and disabled the TARDIS so she couldn’t leave Earth. I was…very careful after that. They didn’t like humans, much. Never understood my fascination with your lot.”
“What is your fascination with my lot?” Rose asked with a smile.
“Human beings are fantastic. What imaginations you have, what creativity, what sheer bravery in what would make other species turn tail and run. And I’ve never met a people with such a strong desire to learn anything and everything.”
“So not just stupid apes?” she asked teasingly. He’d long ago apologized for that remark, but she still liked to tease him about it occasionally.
“No,” he agreed quietly. “And then there’s your great capacity for love. Do you know my species didn’t even have a word in their modern version of my language for love? The oldest texts had an archaic form that meant something like the emotion that goes with bonding, but they did their best to stamp it out. Make it mechanical, scientific. Bonding was more or less abandoned in my youth and when it happened it was looked down upon with so much disdain that those who dared to do it hid it.”
“That’s horrible.” Rose reached over and took his hand. He squeezed hers softly.
“My…my parents were bonded,” he said. “It was part of why the other Time Lords watched me so carefully. They saw it as a flaw. My first eight years of life I knew what love was, if not the word for it. But then they took me away, made me go to the Academy, a sort of boarding school, because despite the emotional flaws of my parents I had the right genetic patterning to be a Time Lord. There were some that thought it was the greatest error of judgment that I was allowed to be one, because despite their best efforts to drill it completely out of me, they couldn’t.”
“I’m glad they couldn’t,” Rose said fiercely. “Even if it made your life hard, it made you what you are, who you are. You wouldn’t be the man that you are if they hadn’t. You’d be someone else. Harder, colder…maybe someone who wouldn’t have bothered when they saw a life form in that basement at Henrick’s, who wouldn’t have grabbed my hand and got me to safety and changed my life forever. You wouldn’t be the man that I love!”
“Come here, you,” he said, great emotion in his voice as he pulled her into his arms. She came willingly, her mouth finding his easily in the dark. He kissed her intently as his hands stroked firmly up and down the length of her body. She wiggled against him, feeling his erection starting to rise. She slipped a hand down between them, firmly cupping him before working his zipper down and freeing him from his prison.
She broke the kiss, taking a deep breath. “Don’t know why we even bother with leaving our clothes on when we go to bed,” she muttered. “They never stay on.”
The Doctor chuckled warmly in the dark, his hand sliding up under her shirt and finding the clasp of her bra. “Wouldn’t want to assume you want to do this every night.” His hand slipped around to the front and softly caressed her breast.
“You have my permission to assume,” Rose said dryly. His fingers arrowed in on her nipple and she let out a soft sound of passion, her hand tightening firmly around his shaft before starting a gentle up and down motion.
The Doctor’s mouth found her neck and he began to suck at the pulse point there as his thumb continued to circle her nipple. He trailed his lips up to her ear, his teeth gently taking the lobe into his mouth. Rose bucked towards him as desire flooded her body. His tongue curled up around the shell of her ear before he kissed his way down, dipping into her clavicle before finally moving his hand up to unbutton her top and shove her bra out of his way.
He licked his way down to her breast, tracing the outside edges with his tongue before pushing the soft mound up and nibbling on the sensitive underside. Rose squirmed frantically, her free hand coming to rest on his denim clad bum. She squeezed appreciatively before sliding her hand under his jumper and up the smooth muscles of his back.
He abandoned the underside of her breast to lap at the risen bud in the center, circling it in tight whirls. She let go of his penis, grabbing his hand and bringing it to rest against her sex. She could feel him smile around her before he rubbed gently. His hand slid up to her waistband and then slipped inside both her Capris and her knickers. He found her warm and wet as he slipped between her folds.
He teased gently at her clit, his mouth crossing to her other breast and beginning to inflict the same sweet bliss on it that he had done on its twin. She returned her hand to his manhood, running her thumb with feather soft intent around the head. He slipped his fingers from her clit down to her opening, pushing two into her welcoming depths. Rose groaned.
“Too many damn clothes,” she said. He laughed again.
“Maybe we should do something about that then.”
Fingers, hands and lips returned to their own bodies as they hurriedly wiggled out of their disheveled clothing. “Not sure you should even be allowed to wear clothes anymore,” Rose told him as she reached for his now naked body.
“Or you,” he agreed with a hum as his mouth found her flesh again. He kissed his way down to her stomach, his soft lips making her writhe with anticipation. The Doctor moved his hands with slow and deliberate care to the inside of Rose’s knees. They fell open in wanton invitation and he settled between them.
He nosed his way through her soft curls, his fingers parting her folds and his mouth settling against the hard button of her pleasure. She brought her hands to his head as he began to suckle in earnest, stroking against the close shorn hair and gently caressing his ears. He hummed again in deep pleasure and slid his fingers back inside her, curling them up intently to slip across the special spot that drove her insane with lust.
If it hadn’t felt so amazing she would have been embarrassed at just how quickly the Doctor could undo her, but she found she couldn’t care when he played her body so perfectly that she quickly shattered into orgasm. She came hard around his fingers, every muscle she had contracting wildly, her arms flailing against the soft palm fronds and her throat going raw from her cries of pleasure. She was panting hard and sweating by the time it ended and she lay there limp, but not quite sated.
The Doctor crawled up her body, his penis finding her opening without guidance and sliding into her like a tight-fitting glove. He kissed her, his tongue stroking against hers in slow, lazy circles as his body began to move. He took his time, making love to her languidly, as if he had all the time in the world. His hips rocked into her again and again and she lost all conscious thought, her mind narrowed down to the pinpoint focus of his movements inside her.
Her body rose and fell with his, meeting him over and over. Her erect nipples rubbed against his chest and an almost electric tingle raced through her breasts, chasing down through her stomach and directly into her sex. The wave intensified and she could feel the colors of the Doctor’s mind as it sought hers out. She rose on the emotions emanating from him as well as the pure, physical enjoyment of his patient, calculated thrusting.
This orgasm was softer, but no less wonderful as it slowly echoed its way through her being. She could feel the Doctor rising and his sudden release as he emptied his seed into her body, his hoarse cries joining hers as they rode the knife edge together and plunged heedlessly over the cliff in a blinding explosion of need, love, and completion.
Ch. 10: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/456605.html
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Your description of the food made me really hungry. The sex was hot and sweet. And I'm glad that they aren't rescued yet.
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Perfect way to start the day.
Well worth the wait sweetie. I can't wait to see what happens next.
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Now. I know this is mad, but what I like even more than the sexiness of this (which I adore), is the authenticity of the life stuck on an island. It's practically a given in romance stories that everything is exquisite and wonderful, and that desert islands come equipped with uninhabited five star resort hotels. This one doesn't. It's real and alive and lovely.
They're both going to lose every ounce of fat on them, but give everything I think the experience has got to be worth it for them, worth everything in the world for them.
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I think Rose is trying to become a victim in a zombie movie. But that's probably because I watched Quarantine before bed.
It's good to see them cuddly again. :)
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