Wolf Moon: Chapter Forty-Four

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More than Lovers

 

It amazed Rose that just a few days ago she was shy and hesitant to be naked under the Doctor’s piercing blue gaze, but today it had felt completely natural to her.  It had also amazed her that just two hours after showering and sharing a meal with the man she’d made love with three times already in a span of four hours, she was yet again feeling lust rising to overwhelming proportions within her body and a desperate need to shag the Doctor until he screamed for mercy.  Or she did.  She wasn’t all that particular at the moment which one of them did the screaming.  She’d be just as happy if it were him.

 

Of course, that might very well have something to do with the fact that he’d been laid out between her thighs for the past twenty minutes repeatedly using his tongue to spell out the name of the planet Guinyoc’altinish’morclinia-morashnatil against her clitoris until she thought she was going to go mad.  Mad mostly because he was refusing to use quite enough pressure to do anything more than leave her on the brink without allowing her to come.

 

The man was beyond talented with his tongue, which considering his lack of experience, was quite the feat.  It was appearing that this version of her first Doctor had an oral fixation that surpassed the second version she’d known and in a much more useful fashion.  She’d questioned him earlier on where he’d picked up his knowledge in this particular venue and he’d said he’d read a lot.  And maybe that was why Jack’s sex book was in his library after all, despite the man’s opinion of the author.

 

She put her hands in his hair and she pulled sharply.  She was very, very glad his hair had grown out long enough to pull him up by.  His face popped up into view, glistening with her juices and he said, “Yes, Rose?”

 

She sighed at the respite and he leant down again and took a swipe up the length of her sex.  She yelped.  “Doctor!”

 

“Hmm?”  And the vibration of the words against her made her twitch.

 

“Please make love to me now,” she said softly.

 

His face reappeared and then he slowly crawled his way up her body, reminding Rose very much of a predatory jungle cat.  He settled himself at the juncture of her thighs and she spread her legs still further for him, breathing out deeply in contentment as he slid home.  He propped himself above her, but she reached for him, pulling him so that he was flush to her skin and he wrapped his arms around her back so his hands rested against her shoulders from behind.

 

He pressed his lips to hers and she opened for him as he began to move within her.  She could taste herself on him and taste the sweetness of his seed mingled with it, despite their earlier shower.  It tasted much as the room smelt, like feminine arousal and pineapples, honey, and sage.  It was not at all an unpleasant combination.

 

He took his time, making slow love to both her mouth and her body and causing wave after wave of tingles to race tantalizingly from her breasts to her groin.  She reached her hands down to his rock hard bum, deciding that might very well be her favorite resting spot for them now as she let them ride on the gentle rhythm of his motions.

 

She rose and fell in time to his tender movements, meeting each careful thrust with one of her own, pulling back only to rejoin him again and again.  She loved him, this man.  Loved him with an intensity she was only beginning to understand.  Making love to him, with him, having him inside her was more than she had ever imagined possible and if she did nothing else but make love with him for the rest of her life it would be enough.

 

Her husband.  It was the first time she’d really allowed herself to think the words.  Maybe not by human customs or laws or mores, but she recognized it now, in more than the bonding link that held them together, this man was indeed her husband.  Yes, there would still be a human wedding, if for no other reason than to placate her mother, but she understood it now, utterly and completely.  They were already married.

 

As his mouth pulled away from hers she took in a gasping breath and smiled at him, her eyes drinking in the rugged beauty of his face.  He answered her smile with a blissful, loving grin of his own.  His thrusts remained steady and slow and their eyes locked upon each other. She recognized that he intended to make this last for as long as he could and despite the ache growing within her to come, she let him play it his way.  He wanted it like this and she would give it to him.

 

He made love to her like that for an hour and she thought her grip on sanity would leave her, but she was determined to wait him out, do as he wished and let it go.  Finally her body began to shake and shiver around him and she was floating so slowly upwards that for a moment she didn’t realize she was riding the upward swell of an orgasm until it became so intense that it burned her with a heat almost like that at the center of the sun.  She remembered vaguely burning like this once and it had been all consuming.

 

As her muscles constricted around him she had one moment’s thought that she might crush him under the power of it all and then she came completely undone.  She felt tears dripping from her eyes and she knew she was weeping from the intensity of it.  She cried out mindlessly at the sensations coursing through her at the wild constrictions that rocketed through her core.  Then she felt him swelling inside of her, felt him spasm and shoot his icy come deeply within her, quenching the worst of the fire’s power.  Slowly, gently she drifted back down on the aftershocks in a near blinding haze of gold and silver flares.

 

Her eyes met his again and she saw such a deep, passionate love for her reflected there.  She moved her hand from his bum, stroked his face and said proudly and with great strength, “Husband.”

 

He smiled at her with such delight and joy at her acknowledgement of this fact that it almost made her cry.  “Wife,” he whispered fiercely.

 

“Love you,” she said her eyes boring into his.

 

“Love you,” he repeated intensely.  “Always.”

 

She nodded her head.  “Always,” she agreed fiercely.  Around them the last possible negative outcome of their joined timeline shimmered out of existence.

 

Somewhere in the dark places, the greatest threat reality would ever know felt a sudden twinge of uncertainty, before shaking it off and continuing along the path of destruction that had been carefully set into motion so very long ago.

 

 

 

Rose groaned as she got out of bed the next morning, muscles she hadn’t even been aware of possessing before this point in time protesting the previous day’s abuses.  The Doctor’s eyes followed her progress across the room and he chuckled.  She shot a slight glare over her shoulder at him.

 

“This is all your fault, you know,” she told him.

 

“I know,” he said in a smug, proud tone.  She stumbled into the bathroom, emerging several minutes later and crawling back into bed.

 

“I could really have used a dip in one of Guinyoc’s mineral springs after that,” she muttered.

 

The Doctor reached for her body and pulled her up against him, his shaft already pressing against her.  “Has it been twelve hours from the first time already?” Rose asked in a slightly petulant tone.

 

“What’s the matter?  You don’t want to?” he asked her.

 

“Want has nothing to do with it, Doctor,” she said stroking his arm.  “I’m not sure I even can.  I ache everywhere.  Some of it is a decidedly most pleasing ache, but some of it just twinges.”

 

“Shall I take you to the med bay?” he asked.  “We can fix you right up.”

 

“Or we could just give me some time to recover naturally,” Rose said dryly.  “I’m not going to be able to do that all the time.”

 

“Have sex?”

 

“Have sex four times a day or night or whatever.  I think we’ll need to suffer a fair bit of self-control.  Ration ourselves,” Rose told him.

 

The Doctor’s lower lip came out in a pout.  For the briefest moment she flashed on her second Doctor.  Her first one had never pouted, but the second one often had.  It was weird seeing a pout on this face.  She leaned forward and sucked the lip into her mouth and encouraged, the Doctor pressed his erection up against her body.  She pulled back.

 

“Tonight,” Rose said.  “You can wait until bedtime.”

 

“Please?” he asked.

 

“Nope,” she told him.  But her hand reached down between them and took hold of him.  “But I’m willing to help with your problem.  Once.”  She ducked under the sheets and her attentions helped him very much indeed.

 

 

 

As the TARDIS piloted them back to the planet with the Temple of Hidden Means, the Doctor and Rose fell into a pattern of lovemaking of some sort upon her waking in the morning, or at bedtime, and with a little help from the medical bay on the days Rose wanted to, often both.  They learned the hidden secrets of each other’s bodies in ways neither had thought possible and even had mind sex quite often in the middle of the day without physical sex to go with it.

 

It was a heady experience and opened so many doors between them, laid bare so many emotions and large chunks of their past histories.  The Doctor also spent some time healing the last of the organic damage in Rose’s brain that had been inflicted by the Teroc’manu.  His loving attentions finished healing the psychic damage as well.  Though he felt that Rose still might panic if she were ever confronted with that alien species again, he didn’t think other telepathic species attempting to make contact would frighten her now.

 

They talked constantly.  She told him about growing up on the Powell Estate with Jackie and Mickey, her bitter past with ex-boyfriend Jimmy Stone, how she’d dropped out of school and racked up a mountain of debt on Jimmy’s behalf and how she’d finally realized he was a leech and gotten the courage up to leave him.  Her Mum had welcomed her back when she’d feared she might not and how she’d settled down into a comfortable if somewhat neglected relationship with her best mate Mickey.

 

She talked more of the first Doctor’s appearance in her life, her reasons for going with him, the things she’d seen and how hard it had been at first when he’d changed.  And then suddenly how easy it had been to be with the new man he’d become.  Rose told him of how badly the man had hurt her when he’d invited her then ex-boyfriend Mickey to travel with them.  How he’d promised to never abandon her the way he had Sarah Jane, but almost in the next breath how he’d run off to save Madame de Pompadour and done precisely that.

 

How he’d pushed her away so hard there for a while and then how he’d nearly lost her to an evil entity called the Wire.  How after he’d saved her something in that Doctor had seemed to shift and he’d become openly more affectionate and loving with her, but never in a sexual way, though she had thought they were heading in that direction.  When she’d faced down the devil himself against the backdrop of a black hole, she’d been sure he was going to take that next step with her.

 

How everything was taking them in that direction until the attack of the Cybermen and the return of the Daleks.  How he’d given up on them and sent her away, though she could tell it was killing him inside.  How she’d used the transporter to come back to him and his anger and shock and then finally joy that she’d chosen him.  Like she hadn’t always chosen him when he didn’t take her choice away.  How she’d thought for just one moment he was going to finally kiss her, but they’d run out of time.  They were always running out of time.

 

She told him of those final moments, of falling towards the Void, of hearing her other Doctor shrieking her name in horror and a fear and loss so deep in his voice that it nearly killed her just hearing it.  How her father’s doppelganger had appeared in the nick of time to catch her and spirit her away to the parallel world and how the wall closed behind them forever leaving her and the Doctor forever trapped apart.

 

In a shaking halting voice, she told him of the dream, of the journey to Norway, to Bad Wolf Beach and the final good-bye with only an image, no touch and how it had destroyed them both.  “We were so dependant on touching each other and then suddenly we couldn’t.  I think now he might have had a touch of the skin hunger you and I shared.  We had two minutes to say good-bye and I managed to tell him how I felt.  But he wasted his time being clever or maybe being unable to get the words out.  Oh, I knew, but…it was the most painful thing for me.  Worse than loosing him because I didn’t have that last little piece of closure before the last gap slammed shut between us.  But then it was over and…life went on as is its wont.”

 

Her words ended abruptly and he realized that she’d been talking for three solid hours with only the occasional sip of water to moisten her throat.  There were tears in his own eyes at what she’d gone through, what he might have been the one to go through with her if the disjunction had gone the other way and he’d been the one in his original universe after the Time War.  He gathered her tightly against him and told her how sorry he was for the pain she had gone through.

 

“I’m okay, Doctor,” she said against his shoulder.  “For a long time I wasn’t, but I’m okay now.  Because I understand.  I understand it all had to happen the way it did, because if it hadn’t I wouldn’t be here with you.  I told you before, this, all of it, its better with you.  There are no half ways between us.  We’ve a full relationship.  We’re complete together.  And despite everything I went through with him, I wouldn’t have changed a thing if it meant I didn’t end up with this, with us.  I love you.  I love us.  I want this.  I want you.”

 

She kissed him desperately and they made love again and then he began to tell her about the Time War.

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