You're What?: Chapter Twenty-two

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Newlyweds

 

Rose woke eight hours later, feeling fully rested. The side of the bed next to her was still a little warm, indicating the Doctor had only left a little while ago. If he’d left more than ten minutes ago it would have already been at room temperature. Not that he ever warmed it as much as she did. She loved it that he’d spent the entire night with her even if she hadn’t gotten to wake up in his arms. 

 

It had been very rare for him to do more than stay with her a few hours before slipping out while she slept before she’d become pregnant. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure he ever had and quite possibly had simply slipped back into bed with her before she woke up so he could caress her into morning sex. It would have been like him. But she’d woken up twice during the night to use the loo and he’d been there with her, once asleep, the other time watching her face in the pale glimmer of the night light.

 

Her legs and feet ached a bit from all of the dancing. She turned her head and saw the beautiful cord on her dresser. She sat up, stretching her body across the small space and retrieving the woven silk. It draped across her hand and she stared at it for several minutes caressing the fabric, lost in memories of the previous night’s activities. 

 

A tiny tendril of thought whispered around the edges of her mind, asking her if being married to the Doctor would really be such an awful thing. Not if he stayed the man he’d been last night. That much she was sure of. But if he ever, ever turned on her again, it would make it hurt that much more. She frowned. The point was moot. The Doctor wanted out of this hand-fasting thing as much as she’d thought she had.

 

With a sigh she laid the brilliant little rope down on her pillow and slipped to the loo and then to the shower. She’d been too tired after the night’s exertions to do much more than change and sleep, cuddled up in the Doctor’s arms. What she wouldn’t give for that to be an every night occurrence, her husband by her side, her--. ‘Wait, what?’ she asked herself. ‘No, no, no. You can’t think this way. You can’t even feel this way. He doesn’t. And anyway, none of it’s real. Last night was just a fairy tale. And…and…you don’t want to be married. You don’t want…do you?’

 

A wave of emotion filled her and was frightened by its intensity. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden racing of her heart. When she had got herself back together and she stepped back out into her bedroom, the Doctor was standing there dressed in nothing but his jeans and a broad smile, and holding a large tray of food that smelled absolutely divine. “Thought we might have breakfast in bed,” he said.

 

“What brought this on?” she asked, her lips twitching upwards at the corners.

 

“It’s not every night we get married. I know we’re not staying married, Rose, but I thought it’d still be nice to eat in bed the morning after our so-called wedding and then I thought there couldn’t possibly be any harm in maybe, you know, consummating things? I mean, I know it’s not for real, but why not get into the spirit of the moment?” he asked with a lusty look that made her blush. “If you don’t object.”

 

She glanced down at her hands. “I…I don’t mind,” she said a little shakily.

 

He had made her buckwheat/oatmeal pancakes and topped them high with slices of bananas and strawberries, and she saw with a bit of surprise that he’d given her something not so nutritious, a dollop of real heavy whipping cream. She gave him a delighted grin as he settled the tray on the foot of the bed and then came around to join her sitting on it. 

 

She glanced over the rest of the food on the tray, her eyes lingering on the plate of quail eggs, her particular favorite since he’d introduced them to her, and turkey bacon which in no way was like the real thing but the cream made up for that, then at the slices of English cucumbers, the kind without seeds so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortably belching them up for the rest of the day making both her and the baby miserable. She’d complained about the last cucumbers and he’d obviously listened. Her heart felt so light at that one silly, considerate little thing. She could get used to this.

 

“It looks wonderful,” she told him. “Thank you.” She leaned over and gently kissed his cheek. He leaned into her lips, but she quickly pulled away.

 

He grinned. “You’re welcome.”

 

“Can you hand me my medication?” Rose asked him breaking the moment. “It’s in the nightstand on your side of the bed." The Doctor reached out and snagged the bottle of little green pills and handed them to her. She shook one out, swallowed it with some milk and handed them back to the Doctor.

 

“They’re still keeping the nausea under control?” he queried. “I can adjust them if things get bad again.”

 

“Yeah. Most of the time. I still get little waves from time to time, but it’s much closer to what I imagine a normal bout of morning sickness would feel like.” She leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you for making that better. I wouldn’t have been able to manage this without them, I don’t think.”

 

“You wouldn’t have had to if I--.”

 

“Shh,” Rose told him laying a finger on his lips. “It’s past. We’re starting over, remember? Fresh slate,” she said.

 

“Rose…”

 

She glanced down at her lap and then met his eyes firmly. “I forgive you,” she said simply. He stared at her and when he finally blinked, a single tear fell down his face. She reached up and brushed it away with her thumb, letting it linger for a moment against his skin.

 

“Thank you,” he told her. 

 

She smiled at him and then looked down at her food. She dug in and with the first bite she moaned in a way she’d never done outside the bedroom. Although technically she actually was in the bedroom, but damn. These pancakes were nearly better than sex. Definitely better than sex with anyone other than the Doctor. “These are fantastic, Doctor,” she told him.

 

He grinned at her when she met his eyes, but she didn’t miss the effect her moan had had on him when he tried discretely to adjust his jeans. She blushed and looked away. She felt more and more nervous as breakfast wound down and when the Doctor took the last of their dishes away to the kitchen she started to tremble. What was wrong with her? She felt just like a newlywed virgin, not a girl who’d been shagging the Doctor off and on for months and was in fact visibly pregnant.

 

When he returned he slipped out of his jeans and boxer briefs and she stared at him openly. He crossed over to her and helped her to stand, lifting the hem of her nightgown and raising it over her head before kneeling in front of her and gently sliding her knickers down her legs. He ran his hands up her calves, the backs of her thighs, and onto her bum, cradling her buttocks in his hands as he leaned forward and laid a loving kiss on her belly.

 

He stood up and gathered her into his arms. “You’re shaking,” he said into her ear.

 

“It’s silly,” said Rose. “I’m nervous.”

 

“It’s only me,” he said quietly.

 

“I know,” she said swallowing hard. He nudged her back onto the bed, laying her down and then joining her. “It…it’s like…this time is different,” she said. “Like…I don’t know.” She let out a big gust of air.

 

“Like it suddenly means more?” he asked softly. She bit her lip and nodded, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “Maybe it does,” he told her.

 

“Doctor, I…” She broke off. She wanted to tell him so badly that maybe getting this marriage annulled was the wrong decision. That maybe it could work if they just tried to make it do so. Maybe they could be different, that one couple that defied the odds, the ones who everyone held up as the one example of a good marriage. Maybe they could. She wanted to think so.

 

“What is it, Rose?” he asked.

 

“I…I want you,” she said unable to get her courage up enough to say what she really wanted to say. “Make love to me.”

 

“Oh, I intend to,” he said. His hands began to move across her body, stroking from breast to hip and back up with little trailing movements that caused her to wiggle. She sighed under his touch as he brought his mouth down to lick gently at her left nipple, one hand going up to tangle in her hair and the other continuing to stroke from breast to hip.

 

She reached out to touch him, rubbing the palm of one hand over one of his own nipples, feeling it harden under her touch and his body jerk as she continued to play with it. When she tweaked a little too hard he responded with the tiniest of bites that caused pleasure to rip through her body from her nipple to her clitoris.

 

Her free hand reached down and found his penis and she scraped her fingernail lightly against the soft velvet head in retaliation, causing him to shudder against her fingers. She enclosed his shaft within her hand and gently began to work him up and down. A moment later she felt his finger sliding between the folds of her sex. Her curls were already damp and when his finger slid easily against her clit she moaned and arched into him.

 

A soft chuckle hummed against her breast and then he let it go, sliding up her body until he could kiss her. Her mouth was open before his lips even met hers, her tongue flitting out to meet his before his mouth fastened upon her. The tips of their tongues fluttered against each other before the hand that had been playing with his nipple reached up for his head and pulled him down harder into her and Rose deepened the kiss.

 

As he stroked his tongue deeply into her mouth his index finger slid into her body, the slickness at her entrance offering no resistance to his gentle intrusion. Rose fought him for dominance of the kiss, driving it back into his own mouth and he let her have her way. She found her way to every corner, dancing with little dashes and weaves until he was sure she’d left nothing untouched within.

 

He pushed a second finger up into her and she groaned and her hand tightened spasmodically against his length. He took over the kiss as she gave up control and danced back into her mouth, brushing the roof with the tip of his own before sliding about her, circling slowly, eliciting a loud moan.

 

He broke the kiss, raising his body above her and pushing one knee between her thighs and she let her legs fall open so he could bring the second to join the first. Her eyes opened and she met his gaze as he brought his penis to her entrance, nestling the head snugly against her center. “I love you, Rose,” he told her.

 

She nodded up at him. “I love you, Doctor.” He slid into her, an involuntary grunt issuing from his mouth as he did so. He moved slowly, taking his time with each thrust, as if trying to imbue each in and out glide and slide with as much love and affection and longing as he could. Rose raised her body to meet each thrust, her heart aching with how very much she loved him, how very much she wanted him, and how very much she wished to stay married to him.

 

Every doubt she had fell away in the rise and fall of their bodies, at the gentle beat of their lovemaking. She wanted everything with this man, more than she’d ever wanted before. She wanted.

 

“Doctor,” she moaned against him. “Oh, Doctor.” She felt her orgasm building and her body tensed slightly against him. He slipped his hand between them and began to tease at her clitoris, bringing it to full attention and within a moment she had risen on a glorious flight only to burst into a million little pieces as the most fantastic release he had ever given her rocked through her body, lingering long past the usual amount of time with electric aftershocks that tingled through her groin.

 

When she had finished he pulled his hand away and put it back down on the bed to support himself and then he began to drive into her, not as forcefully as the other night, but definitely harder than she was expecting after his previous tenderness. She didn’t mind, though, loved seeing him lose all semblance of self-control as he plunged deeply into her body again and again.

 

Her eyes stayed glued to his face as he began to whimper and she watched the orgasm build. He let out a guttural moan unlike any she’d ever heard from him before and then with a gush of fluid he emptied his seed into her body. “Oh, Rose, my Rose,” he said as he collapsed on top of her still shuddering.

 

He lay there panting for a moment before withdrawing from her body and rolling off her. He pulled her into him tightly and held onto her as if his life depended on it. “How could I ever have thought I could let you go?” he whispered in her ear. “You’re my life, Rose. Please don’t ever leave me.”

 

She nodded against his chest. “I won’t.” She kissed his pectoral muscle. “I never could.”

Ch. 23:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/100628.html