To Call Our Own (10/36)

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Chapter Twelve:  This Love Between Us

Rose paused in the doorway to the library, a secret smile stealing over her face. The little three dimensional hologram of the baby was revolving above the sofa. Her husband was sprawled out underneath it, his eyes mesmerized by the sight. Watching the Doctor watching the baby gave her so much pleasure. How she loved this man!

She must have sighed or made some small noise because the Doctor looked up and saw her standing there. “Hello, love,” he said reaching a hand out in her direction. She came to him, taking the proffered hand and bringing it to her lips to kiss the knuckles.

He pulled her down to him and she snuggled into him. “He’s going to be so beautiful, Rose.”

“Already is.” She smiled again as she looked up at the baby. “Doctor?” she asked.

“What, love?”

“How come the baby only has one heart? Does the second one grow in later in the pregnancy?” she wanted to know.

“My people were born with one heart. We don’t have two until we regenerate for the first time,” he explained.

“But I’ve two now. Shouldn’t that have made some difference?”

“I don’t know. The nanogenes the TARDIS used to alter your body to make it compatible with mine weren’t programmed by me. And she’s not talking.” He reached out idly and stroked her hair.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter, so long as he’s healthy.” Rose tilted her head back towards the Doctor and was rewarded with a light brush against her lips. She deepened the kiss, turning into him and pulling his body closer. Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and began working them open. “I’ve missed you,” she said softly after the kiss ended. She eased the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.

He smiled at her delighted in her mood. “You sure you’re feeling up for this?”

“Yeah. I feel good. Better than I have in weeks.” Her voice was almost a growl as her hands reached out to touch the smooth skin of his chest.

“Hold that thought,” he said and then fumbled for the hologram reader, pushing it into the off position. The image of the baby disappeared. “That’s better,” he said. “Can’t have junior watching.”

Rose laughed, her hands returning to his body, running up over his shoulders and down his back. She leaned forward and kissed him in the little hollow of his sternum, then trailed kisses up to his neck, settling on the double pulse point there. She allowed her hands to continue to roam over his taut muscles, her fingers hungry for the feel of him.

He was still under her hands, just letting her have full control. She left his neck, bringing her kisses up along his jaw line, over to his earlobe where she nipped and sucked, causing his eyes to close for a long moment. Then she was trailing up his face, kissing every inch, as if trying to memorize what he looked like with her lips and tongue. He had thought she saw with her eyes, but he was becoming firmly convinced that she saw with that excellent mouth of hers.

His eyes fluttered wildly when she landed kisses on his eyelids and then she was off again to the other side to play with his other ear, and back down to the pulse point on the opposite side of his neck. He began to squirm under her ministrations and she paused, smiling against his skin, before continuing her deliberate torture.

Finally, finally she made her way to his mouth, her lips gently sucking at the corner of his lower lip, sliding along to the center and then over to the far side, before reversing the order across his top lip. With tiny little darts he felt her tongue move against his lips, never quite enough to breach his mouth, just enough to tempt and tease.

Her hands had not been idle and she’d managed to divest him of his clothing with only minimal help on his part. Every touch beneath her hands radiated heat. And he wondered momentarily if it were possible to die from being stroked to death. How he loved her hands, those small precious fingers that could evoke such feeling in him with a simple slide across his skin.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth at last and his self-control broke and it was no longer Rose who was in charge as he paid her back for every sweet torment she had inflicted upon him, adding a hundred others he had invented on his own. Her clothing fell away and he delighted in making her whimper as he scraped his teeth lightly across her skin, saw her lose all semblance of normalcy when he ran his tongue across the inner bend of her elbow. How had he not discovered that spot, that reaction before?

He went after it with intense concentration, proud of himself when her body shivered against his. “Doctor…” Her moan came from deep within her and she thrashed about. He’d really, really have to remember that spot. She whimpered when he left it, but settled as his mouth moved up her arm across her collarbone, settling for a long moment on the bullet wound scar above her right breast, before trailing back down her other arm and settling against the inside of her other elbow.

“Doctor!” She screamed his name out, want and need coloring her words. She grabbed his head, trying to urge him upwards but he took his own sweet time, driving her to the brink of insanity.

“Rose…” And his voice was low and gravelly as he pulled away from her arm, moving back up to reclaim her mouth at last, to memorize every detail of her tongue, her teeth, her soul in that kiss. His hands tangled in her hair, his control fled, and the only thing left was the thought ‘Now!’

And as the last of her rational thoughts fell away the mind pairing they’d achieved at their bonding ceremony slapped into place and he felt her in his mind, felt himself in hers in that desperate and urgent immediacy that meant that the time for playing was over. It was time to possess. He groaned her name again, pulling away just a bit to do so. Her mouth sought his, her fingers digging into his shoulders to close the gap between them.

He entered her body at last, their minds singing at the intensity of their love and desire for each other, every nerve-ending firing, every touch almost painful against the rawness of their emotional need. Together they rose to heights of ecstasy that shattered them both into a million little pieces.

Time stopped.

Ch. 11:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/68435.html