Wolf Moon: Chapter Seven
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amberfocus Chapter Seven: Run
“Oh,” said Rose. “Fancy a shag then, do you?” She asked point blank.
“Rose.” His voice had dipped deep and the warning tone in it was unmistakable. “That’s not funny.”
“Funny? Oh, Doctor, I rather think it is,” she said with a smirk.
“There’s a reason, Rose Tyler, why my people did their best to engineer the sex drive out of our species,” he said tightly. His hand crept down and he tried to discretely adjust the fit of his jeans.
“Really?” She said. “Not just because they looked down on fun and games, then?” It was like poking at a caged tiger. She knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Rose.” She did something then that she had trained herself out of in the early days of working at Torchwood. Something she knew had driven her last Doctor close to going over the edge. She did it deliberately and with full knowledge that she was provoking him and of what it might mean. She smiled at him and stuck her tongue out the left side of her teeth.
He growled and the tray of supplies next to the exam table went flying. Rose found herself being backed up against the wall of the infirmary. He didn’t touch her, didn’t lay one single hand on her, just stood there mere inches from her radiating sexual energy. “Do you want to know what happens when a Time Lord’s sex drive is triggered?” He asked.
His eyes were dark and she was pretty sure she should be frightened, but she wasn’t. “Yes,” she said clearly and confidently. “I do.”
“Most of my people couldn’t control it.”
“Ah, so constant shagging back in the glory days?” She teased.
“Stop. It. Now.” He took in a deep breath and regained control of his voice. “Not constant shagging, no. But once the act was started it couldn’t be stopped.”
“What? It would kill you not to…” Her teasing words trailed off at the look he gave her.
“What it would do, Rose, you don’t even want to know. If the act is left unfinished, incomplete it turns us, the males anyway…barbaric. So if you tease me, if you start this right now, if you touch me while I’m in this state and then you try to stop things…” He paused. “I will hurt you. Not because I want to, but because in the madness that comes with the breaking off of…relations, I won’t know what I’m doing. I won’t stop. And I won’t do that. Not to you.”
“What happens,” she asked breathlessly, unable to stop the words from coming out, and she did try, “If the act is not interrupted?”
“Are you deliberately trying--?”
“I want to know. You’re the one who said I was meant to mate with you,” she said forcefully. “What would happen?”
“It wouldn’t be sweet and it wouldn’t be loving and it wouldn’t be careful. It’d be possessive and forceful and it would mark you forever. It would make you mine. Mine, Rose Tyler. You would belong to me,” he said. “I wouldn’t let you go. I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”
His eyes had fallen down to her heaving chest. When he raised them again to meet with hers she said, “And would you be mine?” Golden sparks flared all over her arms and jumped from her body towards his.
His nostrils flared as he scented the sudden dumping of Rose’s pheromones. He groaned. “Damn it, Rose.”
“What?”
“You just…if you want to stop this before it starts… If I were you I’d start running.”
“Running?”
“Away from me,” he said sharply. “Go lock yourself in my room. Do it now. Better yet, ask the TARDIS to take the door away. Because I think I’d just break it down. Quickly. Go!” She moved away from him and to the door of the infirmary. “And stop thinking about sex,” he roared.
“How do you know what I’m thinking about?” She demanded.
“You just dumped more pheromones into this room in the last minute than I’ve done in the last fifteen. And I. Want. You.” He moved towards her and the wild look in his eyes finally convinced her that if she wasn’t ready to end up pressed against the wall again, possibly slightly above him and quite a bit harder against it, she should really take his advice. She ran.
It took everything he had in him not to follow.
Rose lay on the Doctor’s bed, a pillow held tightly against her stomach. It had been two hours and she still wanted him. She knew better, knew she was under the influence of whatever those damn golden sparks were doing to the two of them. She had figured it out, figured out that the sparks were the trigger.
It was only after they’d shaken hands in the kitchen and the sparks had run up his arm that he started acting funny. And again in the infirmary when she’d touched his arm, he had gotten distinctly…uncomfortable. But when the sparks had jumped between them without either one initiating contact the irrational desire to have him right now had nearly overwhelmed her. It had nearly overwhelmed him, too.
What he had said had frightened her and yet she’d been unable to stop pushing him. Rose did not like not being fully in charge of herself. She’d been lucky in her years with her first Doctor to not come into contact with bizarre aphrodisiacs or alien sex pollen, though the way she was acting today she might as well have been.
She still remembered how abashed Mickey, Jake and Suzie from Archives had been when they’d all gotten walloped with both in a single day working out in the field for Torchwood, although if they hadn’t Mickey might never have recognized the fact that he was interested in playing on both teams and settled down into a fairly conventional version of an unconventional five year affair with Jake and Suzie. Just last week she’d bought the trio a housewarming gift for their new home.
She sighed. Her brain was starting to ramble again, which meant that the worst of her desire was starting to ebb. She sat up on the bed. “I don’t suppose you had anything to do with this,” she said, laying one hand against the wall.
The TARDIS gave her a displeased grinding noise, sending a very clear image of the doorless wall in front of Rose into her mind. “Well, you did trap us in the kitchen together this morning, so don’t be all offended with me.” She sighed. “Is it safe to let me out yet?” The TARDIS gave a negative hum. “What, he’s still all hot and bothered?” The sound the ship made now almost made Rose think it was laughing at her. “Is he any better yet?”
The image of the Doctor completely submerged in an ice cold tank of water flooded through Rose’s mind. Unfortunately the TARDIS did not censor the image at all and Rose could tell that no, he really wasn’t any better than he had been and as her eyes ran admiringly over his form, that maybe, just maybe being made his wouldn’t be all that bad an idea. Her eyes widened as the image in her mind opened his eyes underwater and looked up at her.
Oh, no. He couldn’t actually see her spying on him through the TARDIS, could he? She quickly pushed the TARDIS back out of her head. “Did he know I saw him?” She asked. An affirmative flash of lights met her question.
She pulled the pillow back up against her, burying her face in it in embarrassment. All that did was bring the scent of him back into her nostrils and suddenly she was wanting him all over again. She bit her lip hard to distract herself. She was not the type of woman to turn turtle over a guy she’d just met, even if he did look like someone she’d once loved and seemed remarkably similar. And even if myths and legends said that this man was supposed to be her mate. And even if she really would rather be lying on her back right now underneath him and to hell with everything else.
What would her Doctor think if he could see her now? She wondered if the same rules of Time Lord biology applied with him as with this man? Were things different between the two universes? Would having a sexual relationship with her old Doctor have driven him the same way? Or could they have had a sexual relationship without his turning on the Time Lord sex drive?
And none of this was helping because now she was thinking about having sex with both versions of the Doctor, her original in his second version and this one. Which led her mind down a wildly torturous path of imagining both of them in the room with her at the same time doing completely inappropriate and wonderful things. Totally not like her to be thinking that way!
“Help us!” She begged the TARDIS.
“You only had to ask,” a soft melodic voice filled every corner of her mind like the bells of deeply toned wind chimes. Suddenly the bed chamber filled with a thick pink fog and Rose came to her senses. In her mind’s eye she saw the Doctor, who had emerged from his tank and wrapped a towel around himself. He was pacing and staring longingly at the wall of the room he was in where there ought to be a door. The room around him filled with the fog and she saw the tension leave his shoulders and clarity return to his face.
“Can you counteract what the sparks do?” She asked. The TARDIS didn’t answer her but she was filled with an overwhelming sense that if she told the Doctor her suspicions, he could find a way to counter it. The TARDIS returned the door to the wall and she hesitantly stepped out into the corridor.
Rose didn’t seek out the Doctor, instead heading to the kitchen. She was hungry and she knew that there must still be a sink full of dirty dishes left over from when she’d made breakfast that morning. Had it only been this morning? Why did she feel like a battle had been fought and an entire lifetime had been lived in the past few hours?
She was surprised to find the kitchen spotless when she arrived. She thought back a moment and couldn’t remember there being any dirty dishes when she’d come back before to apologize. Had the Doctor actually done domestic while she’d been hiding for an hour? But then, he’d been on his own for the last ten years, he’d said. If he hadn’t wanted to grow something potentially lethal and name it Fred, he’d have had to be cleaning up after himself. Unless this was a self-cleaning TARDIS.
A sour raspberry noise filled her head at that thought. “No self-cleaning, hmm?” She asked with a light tone. She reached into the refrigerator and began assembling the ingredients for making sandwiches. She put together everything expertly and loaded up a tray, adding a couple of drinks.
“Where is he?” She asked the TARDIS.
An image of the now dressed Doctor appeared in her head. He was in the same room she’d gone to earlier, the one with stars on the ceiling, only now it was lit by a brilliant fiery sky and she could see what looked like red grass beneath him.
“Is it safe for me to be around him now?” She asked. She was given a positive hum. Slowly she made her way down the hallway and entered the room he was sitting in.
“Doctor,” she said timidly now that her hormonal forwardness had worn off. “I thought you might be hungry. You know. For food.”
He looked at her blankly for a long moment as she set the tray down on the ground next to him. She turned to go, unsure of her welcome now that she was here.
“Stay,” he said softly and when she looked back at him again his eyes were focused on her and his lips were turned up in a gentle, unthreatening smile. She sat down not too near to him and reached for one of the sandwiches.
“That was clever, you know.” She looked up at him, startled. “Asking the TARDIS for help. I don’t think she would have given it if I’d asked. I don’t think I would have asked.”
“What did she do?” Rose wanted to know.
“She used a…well, in powdered form effectively it’s a form of birth control for four hundred thirteen humanoid species with iron based blood. She suspended it in water vapor and added a counter stimulant, not exactly a depressant but similar, and flooded the air with it. It effectively shut down our pheromones,” he explained.
“Oh,” she said. She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. “I think I know what triggered them in the first place. It’s the golden sparks that jump between us when we touch bare skin. And that last time, even when we weren’t touching at all. It triggered it all, including my teasing you. Well, I might have still teased you, but not the way I did,” she admitted. “The TARDIS seems to think you can figure out how to shut them down. The sparks between us.”
“Rose, I don’t think there’s going to be any shutting down of the sparks between us,” he told her seriously.
“I mean the gold ones,” she said, a grin coming slowly to the surface. “I think,” and she turned her eyes away from him and stared off into the distance, “That I’d like to be able to hold your hand one day without initiating the Oncoming Storm.” Her eyes danced as she finally turned and met his eyes and he groaned at her pun. She smirked.
“Rose Tyler, you’re completely incorrigible.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Maybe there’s still a bit of the pheromones kicking around.”
“There’s not,” he said dryly. “That was all you. But I’m sure of it now. We’re meant to mate. So just you wait. I’ll show you Oncoming Storm.” She grinned at him cheekily, tongue between her teeth. Rose was sure of it, too.
“Promise?” She whispered.
Ch. 8: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/6796.html
Run
“Oh,” said Rose. “Fancy a shag then, do you?” She asked point blank.
“Rose.” His voice had dipped deep and the warning tone in it was unmistakable. “That’s not funny.”
“Funny? Oh, Doctor, I rather think it is,” she said with a smirk.
“There’s a reason, Rose Tyler, why my people did their best to engineer the sex drive out of our species,” he said tightly. His hand crept down and he tried to discretely adjust the fit of his jeans.
“Really?” She said. “Not just because they looked down on fun and games, then?” It was like poking at a caged tiger. She knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Rose.” She did something then that she had trained herself out of in the early days of working at Torchwood. Something she knew had driven her last Doctor close to going over the edge. She did it deliberately and with full knowledge that she was provoking him and of what it might mean. She smiled at him and stuck her tongue out the left side of her teeth.
He growled and the tray of supplies next to the exam table went flying. Rose found herself being backed up against the wall of the infirmary. He didn’t touch her, didn’t lay one single hand on her, just stood there mere inches from her radiating sexual energy. “Do you want to know what happens when a Time Lord’s sex drive is triggered?” He asked.
His eyes were dark and she was pretty sure she should be frightened, but she wasn’t. “Yes,” she said clearly and confidently. “I do.”
“Most of my people couldn’t control it.”
“Ah, so constant shagging back in the glory days?” She teased.
“Stop. It. Now.” He took in a deep breath and regained control of his voice. “Not constant shagging, no. But once the act was started it couldn’t be stopped.”
“What? It would kill you not to…” Her teasing words trailed off at the look he gave her.
“What it would do, Rose, you don’t even want to know. If the act is left unfinished, incomplete it turns us, the males anyway…barbaric. So if you tease me, if you start this right now, if you touch me while I’m in this state and then you try to stop things…” He paused. “I will hurt you. Not because I want to, but because in the madness that comes with the breaking off of…relations, I won’t know what I’m doing. I won’t stop. And I won’t do that. Not to you.”
“What happens,” she asked breathlessly, unable to stop the words from coming out, and she did try, “If the act is not interrupted?”
“Are you deliberately trying--?”
“I want to know. You’re the one who said I was meant to mate with you,” she said forcefully. “What would happen?”
“It wouldn’t be sweet and it wouldn’t be loving and it wouldn’t be careful. It’d be possessive and forceful and it would mark you forever. It would make you mine. Mine, Rose Tyler. You would belong to me,” he said. “I wouldn’t let you go. I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”
His eyes had fallen down to her heaving chest. When he raised them again to meet with hers she said, “And would you be mine?” Golden sparks flared all over her arms and jumped from her body towards his.
His nostrils flared as he scented the sudden dumping of Rose’s pheromones. He groaned. “Damn it, Rose.”
“What?”
“You just…if you want to stop this before it starts… If I were you I’d start running.”
“Running?”
“Away from me,” he said sharply. “Go lock yourself in my room. Do it now. Better yet, ask the TARDIS to take the door away. Because I think I’d just break it down. Quickly. Go!” She moved away from him and to the door of the infirmary. “And stop thinking about sex,” he roared.
“How do you know what I’m thinking about?” She demanded.
“You just dumped more pheromones into this room in the last minute than I’ve done in the last fifteen. And I. Want. You.” He moved towards her and the wild look in his eyes finally convinced her that if she wasn’t ready to end up pressed against the wall again, possibly slightly above him and quite a bit harder against it, she should really take his advice. She ran.
It took everything he had in him not to follow.
Rose lay on the Doctor’s bed, a pillow held tightly against her stomach. It had been two hours and she still wanted him. She knew better, knew she was under the influence of whatever those damn golden sparks were doing to the two of them. She had figured it out, figured out that the sparks were the trigger.
It was only after they’d shaken hands in the kitchen and the sparks had run up his arm that he started acting funny. And again in the infirmary when she’d touched his arm, he had gotten distinctly…uncomfortable. But when the sparks had jumped between them without either one initiating contact the irrational desire to have him right now had nearly overwhelmed her. It had nearly overwhelmed him, too.
What he had said had frightened her and yet she’d been unable to stop pushing him. Rose did not like not being fully in charge of herself. She’d been lucky in her years with her first Doctor to not come into contact with bizarre aphrodisiacs or alien sex pollen, though the way she was acting today she might as well have been.
She still remembered how abashed Mickey, Jake and Suzie from Archives had been when they’d all gotten walloped with both in a single day working out in the field for Torchwood, although if they hadn’t Mickey might never have recognized the fact that he was interested in playing on both teams and settled down into a fairly conventional version of an unconventional five year affair with Jake and Suzie. Just last week she’d bought the trio a housewarming gift for their new home.
She sighed. Her brain was starting to ramble again, which meant that the worst of her desire was starting to ebb. She sat up on the bed. “I don’t suppose you had anything to do with this,” she said, laying one hand against the wall.
The TARDIS gave her a displeased grinding noise, sending a very clear image of the doorless wall in front of Rose into her mind. “Well, you did trap us in the kitchen together this morning, so don’t be all offended with me.” She sighed. “Is it safe to let me out yet?” The TARDIS gave a negative hum. “What, he’s still all hot and bothered?” The sound the ship made now almost made Rose think it was laughing at her. “Is he any better yet?”
The image of the Doctor completely submerged in an ice cold tank of water flooded through Rose’s mind. Unfortunately the TARDIS did not censor the image at all and Rose could tell that no, he really wasn’t any better than he had been and as her eyes ran admiringly over his form, that maybe, just maybe being made his wouldn’t be all that bad an idea. Her eyes widened as the image in her mind opened his eyes underwater and looked up at her.
Oh, no. He couldn’t actually see her spying on him through the TARDIS, could he? She quickly pushed the TARDIS back out of her head. “Did he know I saw him?” She asked. An affirmative flash of lights met her question.
She pulled the pillow back up against her, burying her face in it in embarrassment. All that did was bring the scent of him back into her nostrils and suddenly she was wanting him all over again. She bit her lip hard to distract herself. She was not the type of woman to turn turtle over a guy she’d just met, even if he did look like someone she’d once loved and seemed remarkably similar. And even if myths and legends said that this man was supposed to be her mate. And even if she really would rather be lying on her back right now underneath him and to hell with everything else.
What would her Doctor think if he could see her now? She wondered if the same rules of Time Lord biology applied with him as with this man? Were things different between the two universes? Would having a sexual relationship with her old Doctor have driven him the same way? Or could they have had a sexual relationship without his turning on the Time Lord sex drive?
And none of this was helping because now she was thinking about having sex with both versions of the Doctor, her original in his second version and this one. Which led her mind down a wildly torturous path of imagining both of them in the room with her at the same time doing completely inappropriate and wonderful things. Totally not like her to be thinking that way!
“Help us!” She begged the TARDIS.
“You only had to ask,” a soft melodic voice filled every corner of her mind like the bells of deeply toned wind chimes. Suddenly the bed chamber filled with a thick pink fog and Rose came to her senses. In her mind’s eye she saw the Doctor, who had emerged from his tank and wrapped a towel around himself. He was pacing and staring longingly at the wall of the room he was in where there ought to be a door. The room around him filled with the fog and she saw the tension leave his shoulders and clarity return to his face.
“Can you counteract what the sparks do?” She asked. The TARDIS didn’t answer her but she was filled with an overwhelming sense that if she told the Doctor her suspicions, he could find a way to counter it. The TARDIS returned the door to the wall and she hesitantly stepped out into the corridor.
Rose didn’t seek out the Doctor, instead heading to the kitchen. She was hungry and she knew that there must still be a sink full of dirty dishes left over from when she’d made breakfast that morning. Had it only been this morning? Why did she feel like a battle had been fought and an entire lifetime had been lived in the past few hours?
She was surprised to find the kitchen spotless when she arrived. She thought back a moment and couldn’t remember there being any dirty dishes when she’d come back before to apologize. Had the Doctor actually done domestic while she’d been hiding for an hour? But then, he’d been on his own for the last ten years, he’d said. If he hadn’t wanted to grow something potentially lethal and name it Fred, he’d have had to be cleaning up after himself. Unless this was a self-cleaning TARDIS.
A sour raspberry noise filled her head at that thought. “No self-cleaning, hmm?” She asked with a light tone. She reached into the refrigerator and began assembling the ingredients for making sandwiches. She put together everything expertly and loaded up a tray, adding a couple of drinks.
“Where is he?” She asked the TARDIS.
An image of the now dressed Doctor appeared in her head. He was in the same room she’d gone to earlier, the one with stars on the ceiling, only now it was lit by a brilliant fiery sky and she could see what looked like red grass beneath him.
“Is it safe for me to be around him now?” She asked. She was given a positive hum. Slowly she made her way down the hallway and entered the room he was sitting in.
“Doctor,” she said timidly now that her hormonal forwardness had worn off. “I thought you might be hungry. You know. For food.”
He looked at her blankly for a long moment as she set the tray down on the ground next to him. She turned to go, unsure of her welcome now that she was here.
“Stay,” he said softly and when she looked back at him again his eyes were focused on her and his lips were turned up in a gentle, unthreatening smile. She sat down not too near to him and reached for one of the sandwiches.
“That was clever, you know.” She looked up at him, startled. “Asking the TARDIS for help. I don’t think she would have given it if I’d asked. I don’t think I would have asked.”
“What did she do?” Rose wanted to know.
“She used a…well, in powdered form effectively it’s a form of birth control for four hundred thirteen humanoid species with iron based blood. She suspended it in water vapor and added a counter stimulant, not exactly a depressant but similar, and flooded the air with it. It effectively shut down our pheromones,” he explained.
“Oh,” she said. She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. “I think I know what triggered them in the first place. It’s the golden sparks that jump between us when we touch bare skin. And that last time, even when we weren’t touching at all. It triggered it all, including my teasing you. Well, I might have still teased you, but not the way I did,” she admitted. “The TARDIS seems to think you can figure out how to shut them down. The sparks between us.”
“Rose, I don’t think there’s going to be any shutting down of the sparks between us,” he told her seriously.
“I mean the gold ones,” she said, a grin coming slowly to the surface. “I think,” and she turned her eyes away from him and stared off into the distance, “That I’d like to be able to hold your hand one day without initiating the Oncoming Storm.” Her eyes danced as she finally turned and met his eyes and he groaned at her pun. She smirked.
“Rose Tyler, you’re completely incorrigible.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Maybe there’s still a bit of the pheromones kicking around.”
“There’s not,” he said dryly. “That was all you. But I’m sure of it now. We’re meant to mate. So just you wait. I’ll show you Oncoming Storm.” She grinned at him cheekily, tongue between her teeth. Rose was sure of it, too.
“Promise?” She whispered.
Ch. 8: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/6796.html
