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Three Hour Tour: Chapter Ten
Title: Three Hour Tour (10/?)
Author:![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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. Plot happens, too. In my quest to make their island experience as realistic as possible there may be a bit of TMI girly stuff mentioned in this 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
Ch. 9: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/416463.html
The fifth time the Doctor saw a ship on the horizon line he almost didn’t mention it to Rose. They had been on the island for over two weeks, she’d lost track of the exact number of days, and in all honesty he didn’t think there was a chance that anyone would ever see their fire.
“What is it?” Rose asked as his body stilled. She was busy making a skirt out of a hairy brown grass that grew near the freshwater stream. Her cargo pants were completely shredded and the Doctor had shown her that morning how to weave the grass iinto a loosely knit panel of material. She wasn’t quite sure how it would be made into wearable clothing but the Doctor’s knowledge so far of island living had never failed her and she had faith that somehow it’d work out.
“It’s a ship,” he finally said.
“Another one?” she asked, her interest quite low as she focused on the work of her fingers.
“Yeah.” He stood up and went to retrieve the boar hide he’d been working on the day before. He cut long, thin strips from one edge, making cord. He sat down beside Rose as he cut a large, slightly triangular piece from the hide and then a matching one from the remnants.
“You’re not going to light the bonfire?” she asked.
“We never rebuilt it after the last time. Besides…they’re just too far away, Rose.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I’m sorry.”
Rose looked up and gave him a sharp look. “None of that now.”
He sighed and nodded. They’d agreed that the Doctor was not to accept blame for them having been stranded. Rose didn’t fault him for it and she wouldn’t let him fault himself, either.
“What are you making?” she asked him a little while later.
“Loin cloth,” he said.
“Not that I mind that at all or anything, but your jeans are holding up fine,” she said.
“I know they are, but I can make better use of the denim than wearing it. I can make it into carrying sacks. We need something that’s easy to tote along. Those big pots we made are awkward and if we drop one we risk it breaking. And thus it’s a loin cloth or a little grass skirt and somehow I don’t think I’ll be able to pull off the latter as well as you will.”
“Ah.” She paused in her weaving, stretching her fingers and watching him as he punched holes into the leather at the long side opposite the point on the triangle. He repeated the process on the other piece and then threaded the long strips of leather through the holes. He tied them together on one side and then slipped off his jeans, put the leather around him and tied it in a large double knot on the other hip.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Take the shirt off, too, and I’ll tell you,” Rose said with a smile.
“You’re insatiable,” he said.
“You’re eye candy,” she threw back at him. “Can I help it if I think you going all Greystoke on me is sexy?”
“Me, Doctor, you Rose,” he said. “Want to come swing on my vine?”
“Is that a euphemism? Because if you want to have sex, Doctor, all you have to do now is ask,” Rose said dryly. She laughed when he blushed. “Although…”
“What?”
“How many days have we been on this island?”
“Seventeen.”
“That’s about what I thought. Have you run across anything resembling cotton?” she asked.
“We won’t be able to spin cotton. I can’t make a spinning jenny out of palm fronds and hope.”
“No, I know that, but…” She looked away from him, suddenly uncomfortable for the first time since they’d been stranded on the island.
“Rose, what is it?” he asked with concern.
“This is embarrassing,” she said crossing her hands over her stomach and refusing to look him in the eye.
“As intimately as we know each other, I can’t believe there’s anything you’re ashamed to tell me.”
“I’m not ashamed,” Rose said. “I’m embarrassed. It’s stupid, I know, because we’re both grown ups, but it’s just that…I’m gonna need…something…soon. My…my monthly’s due any day now.” Her words came out in a rush and she couldn’t stop the surge of heat to her face that was turning it bright red.
“Oh.” He thought for a minute, not at all nonplussed. “Do you know how to knit?” the Doctor asked her.
“What?” Rose asked looking confused.
“Knitting? Can you do it? Or crochet?”
“I never learned. I can sew, but that’s about it. And my stitches are awful.”
“I’ll teach you. It’s not hard.”
“You knit?” she asked.
“Don’t sound so surprised. I got stuck on Earth for several years once in my third incarnation. It passed the time. You should have seen the scarf I knitted. It was eighteen feet long and very colorful. Wore it all the time in my fourth body. I was very proud of it.” Rose smiled. “I started out with potholders. They should be about the right size, folded over once,” he said.
“I can’t believe we’re talking about this,” Rose said.
The Doctor rolled his eyes at her before standing up and going over to find his jumper. “It’s a perfectly natural bodily function,” he said. “There is absolutely no need for you to be embarrassed about it.
“Can’t help it,” Rose said.
He took the cooking knife and made a small rip in the bottom of the jumper and then began carefully to pull out the stitches. Once it was completely unraveled he handed it to Rose. “Cut this in half and then roll it into two balls. I’m going to go see if I can find some reeds thin enough to make into knitting needles or a crochet hook. If not we can always use the chopsticks I made.”
Rose set aside her weaving and picked up the end of the yarn while the Doctor went towards the fresh water stream. She watched him go thoughtfully, his body barely covered by the loin cloth. He was deeply tanned and his muscles rippled beautifully. His muscles had been finely contoured when they first arrived on the island, and though he was by no means a body builder now, he definitely had bulked up since they’d got there. She thought he was even more gorgeous than ever.
The daily labor had definitely made her stronger and given her more defined muscles herself. Without a mirror she couldn’t be sure what she looked like, but she felt like she’d lost the last of her teenage baby fat. The parts that she could see were trimmer and her chin felt far more pointy than it had ever been before in her life. She had never had issues with her body before, and the Doctor certainly had liked it as it was, but she did like how much stronger she felt, and how much more capable.
She finished rolling the yarn into balls and the Doctor re-emerged from the jungle, some narrow reeds in his hands. He came and sat down beside her again and used the knife to start sharpening the ends into points. Rose picked up her weaving again and they worked in companionable silence. When the Doctor had finished his sharpening he had four knitting needles. Slowly he taught her how to knit and they had a small pile of the little pads after a couple hours work. Certainly enough for Rose’s needs.
“I think that’ll do,” said the Doctor. “We should check on dinner.”
Dinner was shellfish and tubers buried in the pit. “I’m heartily sick of this,” Rose said. “I mean it’s good, but,” she paused to smash a crab leg, “but I seriously could do with a chicken leg.”
“Rabbit tastes like chicken,” the Doctor said hesitantly. Rose sighed. “We could use the hides,” he added. “I don’t know how long we’re going to be here, and I don’t even know what season it is. Sooner or later it’ll rain every day and we’ll need something to keep us warm.”
“All right,” she acquiesced.
“Really?”
“I don’t like it,” she said, “but...yeah, go ahead and set your snares.”
“Okay.”
After they’d finished dinner the Doctor began cutting more cording out of the remaining boar’s hide. He also cut a long triangle and attached four cords to it. “Here,” he said handing it to Rose.
“What’s this?”
“A halter top. Tie it at your back and at your neck.”
She smiled and shucked off her top and bra. She tied it into place. It didn’t quite cover her completely, the soft outside swells of her breasts still showed, but from the way the Doctor was grinning at her she was pretty sure he’d done that on purpose. It definitely beat the idea of a coconut bra hands down.
“Thank you,” she said, giggling. “No one’s ever made me a leather bra before.”
He chuckled and picked up his cords, tying them together. “I’m going to go set the snares now,” he told her. “There are some pretty obvious trails. We should have fresh game by morning.” He stood up and moved towards her, pulling her into his arms. “I know this is hard on you, but it’ll help vary our diet of fish and pork,” he said.
“I know.” She sighed against his chest then raised her face for a kiss. As he kissed her, his hands played at the sides of her breasts, stroking the exposed bits and she smiled against his lips, knowing she’d been right. “Let’s knock off early tonight,” she said in a throaty voice.
“Whatever for?” he teased.
Rose lifted his loin cloth and stroked him softly and he groaned under her touch. “I’m sure we can think of something,” she said huskily.
“Minx,” he said.
“You love it,” she said.
“I love you,” he said. Rose went stock still. It was the first time he’d said it. She knew that he did, she’d felt it when their emotions had tangled during lovemaking, but to hear the words spoken aloud… She swallowed hard and hugged him tightly, tears coming into her eyes.
“I love you, too,” she finally said. He kissed the top of her head.
“I better get going,” he said. “The sooner I go, the sooner I can come back.”
“Yeah.” She let go of him.
Rose went back to her weaving while the Doctor went on his excursion. It was almost dark before he came back. He came bearing gifts.
“Look,” he said, holding a coconut shell out to her. Nestled inside it were six speckled green eggs, slightly larger than chicken eggs. “I accidentally broke one when I stumbled over the nest. They’re very freshly laid.”
“What laid those?” Rose asked.
“I’m thinking it was that large white peacock type bird,” he said. “At least I saw those types of feathers in the nest.” He put the eggs into one of their pots and used a plate to cover it.
“I wish we had something we could use to scramble it on,” Rose said. “But even with the coconut oil they stick so badly to the clay pots we lose half of it.”
“Yeah. We’ll have to make do with boiled or poached. I’ve searched all the wreckage I’ve found, but there’s nothing metal,” he said. “Maybe the next storm will bring something.” He reached out his hand and Rose set her weaving aside and let him pull her up. Together they walked to the stream to get fresh water for the night, did other necessary nighttime tasks, and then they went back to their shelter.
The Doctor lit their candle. He had stolen a bit of beeswax from the hive where he got their honey and wrapped it around a makeshift wick made out of twine the Doctor had found on one of his searches through shipwreck debris. It gave them a soft glow of light to see each other by and was an improvement over his first attempt which had been made out of lard, had burned too fast and left the shelter smelling of bacon.
Rose had almost as much fun untying the Doctor’s loin cloth as he did untying her new halter top. “My little jungle queen,” he said. Rose grinned at his silly comment and the two of them quickly stripped out of the remainder of their clothes. They lay down on the palm fronds and reached for each other.
Rose pressed her body into his, one hand stroking him from waist to upper thigh and back again. Her mouth fastened on his and opened under just the slightest push from his tongue. Already he was hard against her and aching to be inside her. He didn’t know how he’d lived the past several months since he met her without doing this with her every single day.
He made little circles with his fingertips on the small of her back before tracing his way up her spine. She pushed into him, grinding against his erection. Her kiss was lazy and slow, and full of long, languid strokes. It was hard for him to let her take the lead when he was desperate to race for completion.
To distract himself he pulled the elastic off the bottom of Rose’s plait and unbraided it with his fingers, gently untangling it as he went. He was halfway done carving her a wide-toothed wooden comb as a surprise. It was taking a lot more time than he’d expected and he didn’t work on it when she was awake, because he didn’t want her to see it. He loved running his fingers through the golden locks and always took the plait out when he could.
He felt Rose squirm back from him and then her small hand wrapped around his penis and most of his ability to think fled his brain. Gently she moved her hand up and down his length and he let out the soft groaning sound he made whenever she touched him so intimately. Damn, but he loved her hand on him. Almost as much as he loved her mouth.
As if she could read his thoughts, and she shouldn’t be able to as he hadn’t dropped his shields yet, she pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him, leaning down and taking the top half of him into her mouth. One of her hands played with his balls, tracing across his perineum and back again, then circling around his root, while her generous tongue swirled about him.
His desire to be inside her faded as a new urge rose to the surface. “I want to come in your mouth tonight,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl.
Her warm amber eyes jumped up to his face and she popped him out of her mouth to answer. “Please do,” she said, her voice deliberately hitting the tones she knew stirred his passions higher. She pushed his penis forward so she could give a long lick up the underside, then proceeded to kiss every inch of his shaft. When she’d completed that mission she swept her tongue across the tiny opening, before encompassing him as deeply as she could.
She worked her mouth up and down, the deep velvet heat of her almost more than he could stand. Just when he thought he’d lose it she pulled back to just his tip, wiggling her tongue to work his foreskin before stopping to rub his penis between her breasts, holding them tightly around him. He groaned deeply as she let go and then rubbed a nipple from root to tip.
“Please, I’m close, Rose. Suck me.”
She smiled and returned her mouth to him, sinking as far down on his shaft as she could. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper for a few powerful seconds before easing back and sucking in a mouthful of the cooler outside air. He bucked upwards and her laughter hummed around him.
He felt his balls begin to tighten and knew that his orgasm was about to arrive. “Rose, gonna—.” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence but it had been enough warning for Rose, who sealed her mouth around him and sucked as hard as she could. His come boiled up out of him hitting her throat in burst after burst. Her sucking eased up, but she kept herself around him as he started to soften.
Instead of letting him out she began to work him again, her tongue going in the same lazy strokes she’d used to kiss him earlier. “What are you doing?” he asked.
She pulled off. “Gotta get you hard again. I want you to ride me until I beg for mercy,” she told him.
He closed his eyes and she resumed what she’d been doing, her mouth sliding up and down as he came back to life beneath her ministrations. When he could stand it no longer, he pushed her away, almost shoving her onto her back. His fingers went between her thighs and came away slick with moisture. He licked his fingers off and crawled between her legs, his tongue the compass point to her clit’s magnetic north.
His erection was almost painful as he lay on it, but he didn’t care. His desire to bring her to orgasm was too strong for him to pay attention to such trivialities. His tongue became a strong point, his only target that sensitive bud of flesh. Rose squirmed beneath him, as he added his fingers to the mix. Pushing into her again and again before pulling out to lick the length of her and dart his tongue up inside.
Nonsense words were coming out of her mouth in whimpers and her hands held his head. He could feel her emotions mixing with his, knew that the telepathic connection had been made. He sucked her labia into his mouth before refocusing on her clit and curling his fingers inside her to find the sweet spot on her upper wall.
Rose flew apart, her orgasm crushing down around his fingers, her voice crying out her pleasure to the tropical night. As soon as she had finished he was on her, his penis driving into her in one strong thrust. He gave no quarter as he took her, his tenuous link to her mind telling him she was enjoying herself immensely, before she found her voice and urged him on.
He thrust and plunged and pushed into her over and over again, his mind almost lost in the bliss of flesh against flesh, skin against skin. His need to possess, to own, to take her drove him forward. He looped his arm under one knee, pushing it back so he could get deeper still. Again and again he sheathed himself within her.
She came suddenly and without warning, and the light bursting in his head as she did so was a brilliant, passionate orange. He drove on, his mind focused only on his own pleasure now, pulling her other knee up and going deeper still. Rose was crying out his name as his rhythm became frantic, begging him to come for her.
Finally he did. It was more intense than anything he’d previously experienced with her, anything he’d ever experienced at all when it came to deep, body rolling pleasure. He blasted inside her again and again and again until finally he dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her. Her arms immediately went around him, holding him tightly to her.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she told him in soft, panted whispers.
“Rose Tyler,” he said softly into her ear. “You are my everything.”
Ch. 11:
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance, smut, fluff, action/adventure
Rating: Adult, very, very Adult
Betas:
amyo67Summary: 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. Plot happens, too. In my quest to make their island experience as realistic as possible there may be a bit of TMI girly stuff mentioned in this 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
Ch. 9: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/416463.html
Chapter Ten: A Necessary Embarrassment
The fifth time the Doctor saw a ship on the horizon line he almost didn’t mention it to Rose. They had been on the island for over two weeks, she’d lost track of the exact number of days, and in all honesty he didn’t think there was a chance that anyone would ever see their fire.
“What is it?” Rose asked as his body stilled. She was busy making a skirt out of a hairy brown grass that grew near the freshwater stream. Her cargo pants were completely shredded and the Doctor had shown her that morning how to weave the grass iinto a loosely knit panel of material. She wasn’t quite sure how it would be made into wearable clothing but the Doctor’s knowledge so far of island living had never failed her and she had faith that somehow it’d work out.
“It’s a ship,” he finally said.
“Another one?” she asked, her interest quite low as she focused on the work of her fingers.
“Yeah.” He stood up and went to retrieve the boar hide he’d been working on the day before. He cut long, thin strips from one edge, making cord. He sat down beside Rose as he cut a large, slightly triangular piece from the hide and then a matching one from the remnants.
“You’re not going to light the bonfire?” she asked.
“We never rebuilt it after the last time. Besides…they’re just too far away, Rose.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I’m sorry.”
Rose looked up and gave him a sharp look. “None of that now.”
He sighed and nodded. They’d agreed that the Doctor was not to accept blame for them having been stranded. Rose didn’t fault him for it and she wouldn’t let him fault himself, either.
“What are you making?” she asked him a little while later.
“Loin cloth,” he said.
“Not that I mind that at all or anything, but your jeans are holding up fine,” she said.
“I know they are, but I can make better use of the denim than wearing it. I can make it into carrying sacks. We need something that’s easy to tote along. Those big pots we made are awkward and if we drop one we risk it breaking. And thus it’s a loin cloth or a little grass skirt and somehow I don’t think I’ll be able to pull off the latter as well as you will.”
“Ah.” She paused in her weaving, stretching her fingers and watching him as he punched holes into the leather at the long side opposite the point on the triangle. He repeated the process on the other piece and then threaded the long strips of leather through the holes. He tied them together on one side and then slipped off his jeans, put the leather around him and tied it in a large double knot on the other hip.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Take the shirt off, too, and I’ll tell you,” Rose said with a smile.
“You’re insatiable,” he said.
“You’re eye candy,” she threw back at him. “Can I help it if I think you going all Greystoke on me is sexy?”
“Me, Doctor, you Rose,” he said. “Want to come swing on my vine?”
“Is that a euphemism? Because if you want to have sex, Doctor, all you have to do now is ask,” Rose said dryly. She laughed when he blushed. “Although…”
“What?”
“How many days have we been on this island?”
“Seventeen.”
“That’s about what I thought. Have you run across anything resembling cotton?” she asked.
“We won’t be able to spin cotton. I can’t make a spinning jenny out of palm fronds and hope.”
“No, I know that, but…” She looked away from him, suddenly uncomfortable for the first time since they’d been stranded on the island.
“Rose, what is it?” he asked with concern.
“This is embarrassing,” she said crossing her hands over her stomach and refusing to look him in the eye.
“As intimately as we know each other, I can’t believe there’s anything you’re ashamed to tell me.”
“I’m not ashamed,” Rose said. “I’m embarrassed. It’s stupid, I know, because we’re both grown ups, but it’s just that…I’m gonna need…something…soon. My…my monthly’s due any day now.” Her words came out in a rush and she couldn’t stop the surge of heat to her face that was turning it bright red.
“Oh.” He thought for a minute, not at all nonplussed. “Do you know how to knit?” the Doctor asked her.
“What?” Rose asked looking confused.
“Knitting? Can you do it? Or crochet?”
“I never learned. I can sew, but that’s about it. And my stitches are awful.”
“I’ll teach you. It’s not hard.”
“You knit?” she asked.
“Don’t sound so surprised. I got stuck on Earth for several years once in my third incarnation. It passed the time. You should have seen the scarf I knitted. It was eighteen feet long and very colorful. Wore it all the time in my fourth body. I was very proud of it.” Rose smiled. “I started out with potholders. They should be about the right size, folded over once,” he said.
“I can’t believe we’re talking about this,” Rose said.
The Doctor rolled his eyes at her before standing up and going over to find his jumper. “It’s a perfectly natural bodily function,” he said. “There is absolutely no need for you to be embarrassed about it.
“Can’t help it,” Rose said.
He took the cooking knife and made a small rip in the bottom of the jumper and then began carefully to pull out the stitches. Once it was completely unraveled he handed it to Rose. “Cut this in half and then roll it into two balls. I’m going to go see if I can find some reeds thin enough to make into knitting needles or a crochet hook. If not we can always use the chopsticks I made.”
Rose set aside her weaving and picked up the end of the yarn while the Doctor went towards the fresh water stream. She watched him go thoughtfully, his body barely covered by the loin cloth. He was deeply tanned and his muscles rippled beautifully. His muscles had been finely contoured when they first arrived on the island, and though he was by no means a body builder now, he definitely had bulked up since they’d got there. She thought he was even more gorgeous than ever.
The daily labor had definitely made her stronger and given her more defined muscles herself. Without a mirror she couldn’t be sure what she looked like, but she felt like she’d lost the last of her teenage baby fat. The parts that she could see were trimmer and her chin felt far more pointy than it had ever been before in her life. She had never had issues with her body before, and the Doctor certainly had liked it as it was, but she did like how much stronger she felt, and how much more capable.
She finished rolling the yarn into balls and the Doctor re-emerged from the jungle, some narrow reeds in his hands. He came and sat down beside her again and used the knife to start sharpening the ends into points. Rose picked up her weaving again and they worked in companionable silence. When the Doctor had finished his sharpening he had four knitting needles. Slowly he taught her how to knit and they had a small pile of the little pads after a couple hours work. Certainly enough for Rose’s needs.
“I think that’ll do,” said the Doctor. “We should check on dinner.”
Dinner was shellfish and tubers buried in the pit. “I’m heartily sick of this,” Rose said. “I mean it’s good, but,” she paused to smash a crab leg, “but I seriously could do with a chicken leg.”
“Rabbit tastes like chicken,” the Doctor said hesitantly. Rose sighed. “We could use the hides,” he added. “I don’t know how long we’re going to be here, and I don’t even know what season it is. Sooner or later it’ll rain every day and we’ll need something to keep us warm.”
“All right,” she acquiesced.
“Really?”
“I don’t like it,” she said, “but...yeah, go ahead and set your snares.”
“Okay.”
After they’d finished dinner the Doctor began cutting more cording out of the remaining boar’s hide. He also cut a long triangle and attached four cords to it. “Here,” he said handing it to Rose.
“What’s this?”
“A halter top. Tie it at your back and at your neck.”
She smiled and shucked off her top and bra. She tied it into place. It didn’t quite cover her completely, the soft outside swells of her breasts still showed, but from the way the Doctor was grinning at her she was pretty sure he’d done that on purpose. It definitely beat the idea of a coconut bra hands down.
“Thank you,” she said, giggling. “No one’s ever made me a leather bra before.”
He chuckled and picked up his cords, tying them together. “I’m going to go set the snares now,” he told her. “There are some pretty obvious trails. We should have fresh game by morning.” He stood up and moved towards her, pulling her into his arms. “I know this is hard on you, but it’ll help vary our diet of fish and pork,” he said.
“I know.” She sighed against his chest then raised her face for a kiss. As he kissed her, his hands played at the sides of her breasts, stroking the exposed bits and she smiled against his lips, knowing she’d been right. “Let’s knock off early tonight,” she said in a throaty voice.
“Whatever for?” he teased.
Rose lifted his loin cloth and stroked him softly and he groaned under her touch. “I’m sure we can think of something,” she said huskily.
“Minx,” he said.
“You love it,” she said.
“I love you,” he said. Rose went stock still. It was the first time he’d said it. She knew that he did, she’d felt it when their emotions had tangled during lovemaking, but to hear the words spoken aloud… She swallowed hard and hugged him tightly, tears coming into her eyes.
“I love you, too,” she finally said. He kissed the top of her head.
“I better get going,” he said. “The sooner I go, the sooner I can come back.”
“Yeah.” She let go of him.
Rose went back to her weaving while the Doctor went on his excursion. It was almost dark before he came back. He came bearing gifts.
“Look,” he said, holding a coconut shell out to her. Nestled inside it were six speckled green eggs, slightly larger than chicken eggs. “I accidentally broke one when I stumbled over the nest. They’re very freshly laid.”
“What laid those?” Rose asked.
“I’m thinking it was that large white peacock type bird,” he said. “At least I saw those types of feathers in the nest.” He put the eggs into one of their pots and used a plate to cover it.
“I wish we had something we could use to scramble it on,” Rose said. “But even with the coconut oil they stick so badly to the clay pots we lose half of it.”
“Yeah. We’ll have to make do with boiled or poached. I’ve searched all the wreckage I’ve found, but there’s nothing metal,” he said. “Maybe the next storm will bring something.” He reached out his hand and Rose set her weaving aside and let him pull her up. Together they walked to the stream to get fresh water for the night, did other necessary nighttime tasks, and then they went back to their shelter.
The Doctor lit their candle. He had stolen a bit of beeswax from the hive where he got their honey and wrapped it around a makeshift wick made out of twine the Doctor had found on one of his searches through shipwreck debris. It gave them a soft glow of light to see each other by and was an improvement over his first attempt which had been made out of lard, had burned too fast and left the shelter smelling of bacon.
Rose had almost as much fun untying the Doctor’s loin cloth as he did untying her new halter top. “My little jungle queen,” he said. Rose grinned at his silly comment and the two of them quickly stripped out of the remainder of their clothes. They lay down on the palm fronds and reached for each other.
Rose pressed her body into his, one hand stroking him from waist to upper thigh and back again. Her mouth fastened on his and opened under just the slightest push from his tongue. Already he was hard against her and aching to be inside her. He didn’t know how he’d lived the past several months since he met her without doing this with her every single day.
He made little circles with his fingertips on the small of her back before tracing his way up her spine. She pushed into him, grinding against his erection. Her kiss was lazy and slow, and full of long, languid strokes. It was hard for him to let her take the lead when he was desperate to race for completion.
To distract himself he pulled the elastic off the bottom of Rose’s plait and unbraided it with his fingers, gently untangling it as he went. He was halfway done carving her a wide-toothed wooden comb as a surprise. It was taking a lot more time than he’d expected and he didn’t work on it when she was awake, because he didn’t want her to see it. He loved running his fingers through the golden locks and always took the plait out when he could.
He felt Rose squirm back from him and then her small hand wrapped around his penis and most of his ability to think fled his brain. Gently she moved her hand up and down his length and he let out the soft groaning sound he made whenever she touched him so intimately. Damn, but he loved her hand on him. Almost as much as he loved her mouth.
As if she could read his thoughts, and she shouldn’t be able to as he hadn’t dropped his shields yet, she pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him, leaning down and taking the top half of him into her mouth. One of her hands played with his balls, tracing across his perineum and back again, then circling around his root, while her generous tongue swirled about him.
His desire to be inside her faded as a new urge rose to the surface. “I want to come in your mouth tonight,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl.
Her warm amber eyes jumped up to his face and she popped him out of her mouth to answer. “Please do,” she said, her voice deliberately hitting the tones she knew stirred his passions higher. She pushed his penis forward so she could give a long lick up the underside, then proceeded to kiss every inch of his shaft. When she’d completed that mission she swept her tongue across the tiny opening, before encompassing him as deeply as she could.
She worked her mouth up and down, the deep velvet heat of her almost more than he could stand. Just when he thought he’d lose it she pulled back to just his tip, wiggling her tongue to work his foreskin before stopping to rub his penis between her breasts, holding them tightly around him. He groaned deeply as she let go and then rubbed a nipple from root to tip.
“Please, I’m close, Rose. Suck me.”
She smiled and returned her mouth to him, sinking as far down on his shaft as she could. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper for a few powerful seconds before easing back and sucking in a mouthful of the cooler outside air. He bucked upwards and her laughter hummed around him.
He felt his balls begin to tighten and knew that his orgasm was about to arrive. “Rose, gonna—.” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence but it had been enough warning for Rose, who sealed her mouth around him and sucked as hard as she could. His come boiled up out of him hitting her throat in burst after burst. Her sucking eased up, but she kept herself around him as he started to soften.
Instead of letting him out she began to work him again, her tongue going in the same lazy strokes she’d used to kiss him earlier. “What are you doing?” he asked.
She pulled off. “Gotta get you hard again. I want you to ride me until I beg for mercy,” she told him.
He closed his eyes and she resumed what she’d been doing, her mouth sliding up and down as he came back to life beneath her ministrations. When he could stand it no longer, he pushed her away, almost shoving her onto her back. His fingers went between her thighs and came away slick with moisture. He licked his fingers off and crawled between her legs, his tongue the compass point to her clit’s magnetic north.
His erection was almost painful as he lay on it, but he didn’t care. His desire to bring her to orgasm was too strong for him to pay attention to such trivialities. His tongue became a strong point, his only target that sensitive bud of flesh. Rose squirmed beneath him, as he added his fingers to the mix. Pushing into her again and again before pulling out to lick the length of her and dart his tongue up inside.
Nonsense words were coming out of her mouth in whimpers and her hands held his head. He could feel her emotions mixing with his, knew that the telepathic connection had been made. He sucked her labia into his mouth before refocusing on her clit and curling his fingers inside her to find the sweet spot on her upper wall.
Rose flew apart, her orgasm crushing down around his fingers, her voice crying out her pleasure to the tropical night. As soon as she had finished he was on her, his penis driving into her in one strong thrust. He gave no quarter as he took her, his tenuous link to her mind telling him she was enjoying herself immensely, before she found her voice and urged him on.
He thrust and plunged and pushed into her over and over again, his mind almost lost in the bliss of flesh against flesh, skin against skin. His need to possess, to own, to take her drove him forward. He looped his arm under one knee, pushing it back so he could get deeper still. Again and again he sheathed himself within her.
She came suddenly and without warning, and the light bursting in his head as she did so was a brilliant, passionate orange. He drove on, his mind focused only on his own pleasure now, pulling her other knee up and going deeper still. Rose was crying out his name as his rhythm became frantic, begging him to come for her.
Finally he did. It was more intense than anything he’d previously experienced with her, anything he’d ever experienced at all when it came to deep, body rolling pleasure. He blasted inside her again and again and again until finally he dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her. Her arms immediately went around him, holding him tightly to her.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she told him in soft, panted whispers.
“Rose Tyler,” he said softly into her ear. “You are my everything.”
Ch. 11:
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Wow! See? Imperative to the whole of fandom... *nods*
Well done!
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Totally, totally worth the wait. And now that I have read this chapter, I am going to go back and reread them all because I really rather adore this fic.
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I read the first half, and I was going to say that was completely fantastic, their work on necessities. Also, I was going to say that you're having WAY too much fun getting them down to loin cloths and leather bras.
Then I read the last bit. My brain melted. It is brilliant, completely brilliant, beautiful and intimate and hot and sexy, all at the same time.
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WOW!!! It is 90 deg outside, but my laptop reached over 120 deg when reading this chapter!
*takes a deep breath...or seven*
I have to give a shout out to this part:
Three knitting Four's scarf, that started out as a potholder! I love it!
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*ahem*
Excuse me....need to go find hubby....
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(edited because it fried my brain that much I lost the ability to type)
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*thud*
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Spinning is ancient tech, if there are plants there than makes puffs, or you can also use some kinds of animal furs. The jinny isn't going to be the problem, it's the comb to get the seeds out that'll be problematic on the island. I dunno, have you ever done felting? It's the same principle, only you'd pick the seeds out (and get cut up by them occasionally until your hands were used to it), collect everything in a pile or wind it loosely on a spool, or better yet a distaff, and then rub the fibers through your fingers to roll them into thread, winding them onto a simple dowel skein as you went. It's not really an easy job, which was why they invented the spinning wheel. But the combing and carding would be the part he couldn't manage there.
The Doctor could make Rose a distaff out of any tree, really, but I think he may not actually know how himself - this is WAY low tech, and also was so considered to be women's work that the tool of the trade became another word for womankind. I'm certain it isn't ooc or anything like that for him to have no knowledge here. I just can't help but wonder if Rose might've ever visited some sort of living history museum as a kid. :-) Might be an interesting thing...
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Going to lay down for a mo.
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From "I'm no sex god" to "you are my everything", and of course the matter of fact "I love you", this story has been exquisite and completely true to the Doctor and Rose. Thank you.
btw: The scarf! Who would've thunk?
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