Of the Vortex Born: Chapter Twenty-three

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A/N:  Chapter ends in smut.  Hard R.

Chapter Twenty-three:  Making Time

The Doctor didn’t question Rose on what she meant by home. He didn’t know if she meant her quarters in the habitat ring or back to the other universe and he wasn‘t going to ask. Instead he took her to the one place he thought of as home. He took her to the TARDIS, gently steering her inside.

Rose let out a sigh as she entered the ship, the pleased hum a balm to her tired mind. Holding her hand the Doctor led her into the interior and towards a room she barely remembered. “You kept it?” she asked. “For eighty-seven years?”

“Eighty-seven years, five months, thirteen days, sixteen hours and thirty-two seconds. Well, I guess that’s really twenty days, twelve hours, seven minutes and fifty-two seconds now,” he added with a sheepish grin.

“But eighty-seven years and you didn’t get rid of it? Or change it?” She stepped into the room and fingered some of her old possessions.

“I would have kept it like this for 187 years, Rose. I couldn’t bear to part with anything. Except I did throw out your old makeup and the sandwich you left under your bed,” he admitted. “But other than that, nothing has been touched. Well, nothing’s been changed. I slept in your bed every time that I needed to sleep until it stopped smelling like you, so things have been touched.”

“All I had left of you were the pictures in my phone,” Rose said. “Nothing real. What I wouldn’t have given for one of your ties or your coat. I had dreams of wrapping myself up in your coat.” Tears had come to her eyes as she remembered how hard those first few months had been without him.

“I want to make love to you, Rose.”

“But…we should really get back to Jamie.” Rose’s voice was extremely reluctant at the idea of leaving.

“Jamie’s fine. She’s with Luke and he’ll call us if anything goes wrong. You have your phone, don’t you?” She nodded. “We’ll have privacy here. No one to interrupt us.” When Rose continued to look reluctant he said, “Unless you don’t want to.”

She turned to him at the sudden hurt in his voice. “It’s not that,” she said biting her lip. “It’s just…here? In my youthful…shrine? Why not your room?”

“Because if you choose to stay behind Rose, I’ll have to live with the memories of it being in my bed every single time I go to sleep. I know that’s not often, but it’s enough. And I don’t want to deal with that kind of pain.” His voice was dark and had hardened. He took in a deep breath and softened. “But we can go to one of the spare rooms. I don’t care. I just want to be with you.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Okay.” He led her down the corridor keeping her hand clasped tightly in his until they found a pretty room done in white and dark blue. “I feel a bit nervous,” she admitted.

“It’s me, Rose,” he said.

“I know. But this isn’t like the other night. We were snuggled and sleeping and then we woke up and started kissing and things were just naturally going that way. And it isn't even like earlier, when we were waiting for Jamie to wake up.  Now we’re just…premeditating,” she said.

“Just coming to bed to have sex, you mean?”

“Yeah. And you know, it’s not like I have in…years.” Her eyes got wide. “Am I virgin now?” she asked him.

“What?” he coughed.

“Well, my body just regenerated something like nine or ten days ago. Does that mean I’m a virgin again? I mean obviously I’m not in my head or my experience, but is my body?” Rose asked.

“You’re not human anymore, so no, you won’t have regrown anything. There shouldn’t be any discomfort if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“And…well, you are normal, aren’t you?” she asked with a bit of trepidation.

“Normal?” he asked.

“Down there,” she said waving her hand towards his trousers.

The Doctor snorted. “We’re both Gallifreyan now, Rose. We’re compatible.”

“Not what I asked,” Rose said.

“There’s very little difference, Rose. Most of it’s textural. Surprisingly, male anatomy is pretty similar the universe over. When nature find’s a pattern it likes it tends to repeat itself over and over again.” He paused. “Although…” he trailed off and gave her a look that made her start to wonder if there wasn’t some awful thing in store for her.

“Although what, Doctor?” she asked.

“Well, Time Lords do have a bit in common with our ships,” he said in hushed tones.

“And what’s that?” she asked nervously.

“We’re bigger on the inside.” Rose narrowed her eyes and the Doctor couldn’t hold back his smirk as she realized he’d been teasing her. She picked up a pillow from off the bed and whacked him with it.

“Be serious,” she said.

“Who’s to say I’m not?” he asked. His eyes twinkled at her. “But you’re certainly not going to find out,” and he moved abruptly towards her, taking the pillow away and pulling her into his body, “Until I’m inside you.”

He bent to her lips and gently pulled the bottom one into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking at it before sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth to dance against hers. She let out a small sigh before her arms crept up around him. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “’Kay,” she managed not even able to do two syllables.

He backed her towards the bed, his hands reaching for her top and undoing the buttons. It fell quickly to the floor and he took a step back and unfastened her trousers. She stepped out of her shoes and then the trousers, leaning down to pull off her socks. When she stood up the Doctor was staring at her with glittering eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he said looking at her body encased in only a very flimsy set of bra and knickers. The bra was just a little too small for her, obviously there hadn’t been time to go shopping since her regeneration, but he wasn’t complaining. He rather liked the effect. He raised his hand to caress the soft skin that spilled over the top of the bra and she gasped, stepping forward into his touch involuntarily.

“You still have far too many clothes on,” she said as she tried to maintain some semblance of dignity with him still being fully dressed.

"I do believe you know how to work buttons and zippers,” he said cheekily.

She reached forward and dragged the suit jacket right off his body, her hands immediately going to work on his tie next. From there she made rapid work of his dress shirt and tossed it away and then came the t-shirt and she was almost worried there’d be some kind of undershirt under that one as she stripped him of his layers.

Rose had forgotten her own state of undress in her determination to rid him of his clothes, her hands going immediately to his belt and dragging it free of his trousers, which quickly came off next with his shoes and socks. When he was standing there in nothing but boxer briefs, she stopped.

A wave of shyness overtook her but one look into his eyes washed it away. His desire for her was so strong his eyes were glittering. And the rest of him was standing up and taking notice, too. “Now you seem to have more clothes on than I do,” he said. “And that simply isn’t fair.”

“Guess you’ll have to do something about that, won’t you then?” she asked.

“Guess I will,” he said throatily. He reached around behind her, his fingers finding the little clasps and working them open with a bit of effort. Rose laughed at his struggle. “What? Girl clothes, not boy clothes. And it’s not like I go around doing this all the time. I’m not an intergalactic playboy.”

“No, you’re certainly not.” He smiled in triumph as the last clasp came free and the garment slid down her arms and off her body, leaving her breasts gloriously exposed.

Rose sat down and scooted back across the bed then reached her arms out for him. “Come here?” she asked. The Doctor dove onto the bed in his eagerness to be beside her and she laughed again. Her laughter came to an abrupt end when his tongue started swirling around the nipple of one breast and his fingers made their way to the other one. He was gentle and careful with her, not wanting to let his unbridled desire get out of control this first time, no matter how badly he simply wanted to tear the remaining barrier from her body and just slide himself into her.

Instead he made her cry out with the attentions he lavished upon her breasts and then slowly he began to kiss his way down her stomach to the edge of her knickers. His fingers edged just inside the waistband, running back and forth, back and forth while he worked his tongue into her navel. She arched upwards against him and it was his turn to laugh. His fingers continued to tease at the knickers until finally she growled at him. “Take them off!”

“You only had to ask,” he told her impudently, his hands eagerly ridding her of the garment. Then he came back up, running his hands from her ankles, all the way up her legs, thighs, hips, sides, breasts and then back down again, stopping halfway.

“No,” she said. “Take your pants off.”

Reluctantly he squirmed away from her and stood up, stripping himself of his last small piece of clothing and standing before her. She stared at him considering. “Bring that here,” she ordered him.

“That’s just a bit domineering, don’t you think?” he asked, but nonetheless he crawled back on the bed and up next to her. Her hand came down and grabbed hold of his member, very gently running her fingers up and down his length. All thought fled from his head as her fingers began to work their way exploringly about him.

“That’s…that’s…really not…fair, Rose,” he said, trying to bring a coherent thought to his mind. “I was…I had…plans…and I…oh!”

“Don’t care,” she growled as her fingers twisted softly just under the head and his textural differences came into play. “Later. I want you now.”

“Um…okay?” he managed. He pulled back from her and pushed his way between her thighs, his finger seeking her folds, making sure that she was ready for him despite her words. Her entrance was slick and without further thought he raised himself up on his hands and gently nudged his way inside her.

Rose let out a long breath as if she had been waiting a lifetime for this moment. For a moment he was still, a look of concentration on his face. Rose’s eyes began to widen and for a moment he thought they might pop out of her head.

“I thought you were joking,” she said.

He gave her a cocky grin. “Told you I was bigger on the inside.”

Rose tilted her head and deliberately burst his bubble. “It’s not the size that counts. Show me what you can do with it, Time Lord. Impress me.”

He did.

Ch. 24: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/132599.html