You're What?: Chapter Thirty-Seven

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                                                        Chapter Thirty-seven:  Honey to the Bee

Rose was not best pleased. When the Doctor had mentioned fetching some extra honey and the extracurricular activities they might use it for, she had in no way imagined this. They were hiding in a cave, the sonic screwdriver setting up a resonance frequency that disabled the natural navigation systems of the bees outside and repelled them away from their refuge.

She was pretty much covered in the sweet, sticky substance they’d come for while he on the other hand remained almost entirely free of the mess as per usual. And that was after running full-pelt with an open bucket of the stuff in the hand that hadn’t been holding hers. Life was decidedly unfair she thought as she gave him a harsh look.

“I’m sorry,” he said to her for the fourth time in as many minutes. This time he went a bit further than an apology when she crossed her arms and glared even harder at him. “How was I to know?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Rose said. “You could have done a bit of research maybe. Or I know, you could have bothered to check the date before landing us smack in the middle of the Great Honey Riots of 0057649!”

“I got you out of the swarm, didn’t I?” he said sulkily.

“Not before I got stung!” Rose snapped.

“You were stung? Rose, why didn’t you say?” he asked suddenly all gentle nature and solicitous attitude. “Where?”

“A couple places,” she said slightly mollified by his genuine concern. “Two in my arms. One in my hand.” She tried to uncross her arms but they were sticking to her chest as the honey began acting like some kind of glue.

“Let me see,” he said.

“I’m trying. I’m sticking to myself now.” He reached out and pulled one hand free from her chest and turned it so he could examine the large red rash swelling from the center where a stinger was imbedded in her skin near the inside bend of her elbow.

“I’m going to have to take this out by hand, Rose. Normally I’d use the sonic, but if I switch the setting for the amount of time it would take to remove all three stingers the bees will get in here and from the sound of the swarm out there they’re still ready to attack,” the Doctor said. “And it’s going to hurt. There’s no help for it.”

Rose nodded up at him. Honestly, she didn’t think it could hurt any worse than the pain of being stung in the first place. She was wrong. The stingers had a barb on them that made it difficult for them to be removed straight out. The Doctor had to wiggle it about against the tender, irritated flesh and she was crying by the time he got the first one out.

“I’ve got to get the poison out,” he told her. He brought his lips to the flesh and began to suck, pulling some of the venom out of the wound. He spat it out to the side and repeated the process. He then returned to her arm laving the site of the injury with his tongue. “My saliva’s got antiseptic properties. Hopefully that’ll sterilize the wound until we can wash it properly.”

By the time he was done licking the site of the sting she had almost forgotten her name. It was the Doctor pulling her other arm away from the sticky mess of her clothing and searching out the remaining two stingers that brought her crashing back down to painful reality. Finally the wounds were treated and Rose settled grumpily to the ground. Even the Doctor’s tongue had not made her forget the pain this time around.

“How long are they going to stay at it?” she groused.

“Likely until dark. Then they’ll return to their hives and we can slip off to the TARDIS.”

“I don’t suppose you have any food on you?” she asked without much hope. She was starving. He’d left his leather jacket, with its transdimensional pockets, back in the ship. Despite still being dressed in the t-shirt he’d worn on Sori, he still had managed to escape a sting of his own. He dug in the pocket of his jeans and produced a protein bar which he handed over to Rose. “Thanks,” she mumbled tearing open the wrapper and biting into the bar with relish.

“Oh, bacon and eggs,” she said happily. The Doctor’s rather bizarre little food machine, the one they seldom used because Rose had taken over a lot of the cooking when she first came on board and then had taken it upon herself to teach the Doctor, who had been rather unwilling at first until they’d become lovers and she’d introduced a reward system he was quite fond of, how to cook properly, too, was capable of making bars of food that tasted like just about anything you could ask for, though with a much better nutritional content.

She finished the bar with gusto and then looked hopefully at him for more. With a sigh he dug in his pocket again and pulled out another one and tossed it to her. This one tasted like Christmas turkey and stuffing. “Water?” she asked when she had finished this one, too.

“Sorry. Should have grabbed my jacket.”

“How many more hours until nightfall?” she asked him.

“Two,” he said.

“All right. I can survive two hours without water,” she said resignedly.

“I think I hear water trickling,” he said. “I’ll go and have a look. Stay here.”

“No,” Rose said. “I’m coming with you. I don’t want us getting separated. Not with that angry swarm out there. Not on a strange planet.”

The Doctor gave her an odd look but helped her to her feet when she held out her hands to him. “Where’d your independent streak go?” he asked her as he retrieved the pail of honey.

“It got pregnant with the rest of me. I want to stay with you,” she said. “Unless you don’t want me to come,” she added sadly. She felt herself on the verge of tears at being left behind. She knew it was the stupid pregnancy hormones making her overreact along with the lingering pain, but even knowing it didn’t make the idea any easier to cope with.

“Of course I want you with me,” he said hastily. “I just thought maybe you needed to rest. We had to run pretty hard to get in here and you’re not in the best of shape anymore with the baby.”

“I kept up with you! What’s wrong with my shape?” Rose’s hands covered her belly, a move she regretted as the sticky honey clung to her hands. “It’s ’cause I’m getting fat now, isn’t it? You don’t like the changes, do you?”

“What? Rose, no. You’re fit and pregnant and beautiful and I love the changes my son has made to your body. I just meant it was harder for you to run when your center of gravity has shifted.”

“Yeah, and I’m waddling like a penguin. A fat, dumpy penguin!” she retorted.

“You’re not fat!” he told her. “Most people can’t even tell that you’re pregnant. Your breasts are bigger, and you’ve got a little baby bump, and your face is a little fuller, but that’s all.” The Doctor realized his mistake the minute he said the last part and Rose’s eyes brimmed with tears.

“My face is fat?” she wailed.

“Your face is as beautiful as can be,” he told her. “I love you, Rose, and I love the way you look swollen with my child.”

“Swollen?”

The Doctor bit his tongue and shook his head. Would he ever get this right? “Rose, it doesn’t matter to me what you look like. You could be big as a whale and I wouldn’t care.” She took a breath and he hastily cut her off. “And no, you are not big as a whale so get that thought right out of your head. You are a gorgeous, sexy woman and I adore you. I want you constantly.”

“Then how come you didn’t want to make love before we left the TARDIS?”

“We did make love before we left the TARDIS!” he protested.

“A few hours before we left. Not right before we left,” she corrected him. “Used to be you’d want to shag me three, four, five times a day. Now…”

“Now you’re pregnant and you tire out a lot more easily. And…I worry about hurting the baby if I get too aggressive with the sex,” he said. “So I’ve been holding back a bit.” He hesitated and looked down at his feet. When he spoke again it was barely above a whisper. “And I haven’t wanted to come on too strong, not after I…almost left you.”

“Not because you don’t want me the way you used to?”

“I thought we fixed your fear of me leaving you.”

“I’m not afraid you’ll leave me. I’m afraid you’ll stop thinking I’m attractive,” she admitted.

“Rose, every time you’ve wanted to make love I’ve made love to you. Except for this last time. Because we were in a hurry. That’s the only reason I turned you down. I love you. I want you all the time. I will never stop wanting you. There is nothing you can do, no way you could change that would ever stop me from wanting you or loving your or needing you. You’re my Rose. You’re my everything. That’s why I want us to do this bonding so badly. So you’ll know it in here,” he touched her forehead with his first two fingers, “and in here.” His big hand settled over her heart. “No matter what your hormones are doing to scramble your emotions right now, you’re my girl. Always.”

“I guess the pregnancy hormones are making me a little crazy,” she admitted.

“Only a little?” he teased.

“Okay, maybe a lot.” Rose frowned as a sudden thought occurred to her. “Hey, does this mean my medication has stopped working right? I thought it was regulating the overabundance of hormones in my system, but now I’m not so sure. First the uncontrollable lusting and then this.”

“It’s possible. When we get back to the ship I’ll do a blood test and run a new scan on you.”

“Not when we get right back, I hope,” she said flirtatiously her emotions turning on a dime.

“No, first we’ll get cleaned up and then we’ll make love.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. I think, if you’ll recall, I promised you senseless,” he reminded her.

“I think you’re quite right.” She smiled and slipped her hand into his. “Let’s go find that water and see if it’s potable.”



The water was indeed potable. It was running quite rapidly and the Doctor risked a brief scan with the sonic to check it had no organisms in it that would prove detrimental to Rose or Charlie’s health if she drank it, before quickly switching it back to the previous setting before the angry bees took advantage of the brief lapse in the signal. The bioluminescence of the plant life on the walls gave off a soft glow. It was enough for them to see each other by.

Rose knelt at the spot where the artesian spring welled up from the ground and drank her fill from the water and then the Doctor took his turn. “I’d really like to get out of these sticky clothes,” Rose muttered. “When we leave here, can I have your t-shirt to wear? It’s long enough to keep me decently covered on the walk back to the TARDIS.”

“Yeah, of course,” he told her quickly peeling it off and dropping it to one side so it didn’t get sticky. The very prospect of Rose wearing nothing but his t-shirt was causing him to harden almost painfully.

“Thanks. Can you help me peel this mess off me?” she asked him.

He moved quickly to her side, his fingers making short work of the gooey mess that was her shirt and loose fitting pants. She moved into his arms and held him tightly to her for a long moment and when she pulled back the honey in her hair stuck to his chest hair.

“Sorry,” she said as he yelped when she pulled her hair back with a determined yank and it pulled some of his with it.

"Ow!"

“Baby.”

“It hurt.”

“I got stung. You got a few hairs pulled out.”

“Chest hairs!” he complained sulking at her lack of sympathy. “The least you could do is kiss it and make it better.”

Rose laughed and leaned forward, licking the residue of honey off his skin instead. “You taste good,” she told him. She continued her ministrations until his chest was clean, then she slid her arms around him.

“You’re getting me all sticky again,” he told her. It wasn’t really a complaint so much as a comment. Stuck with Rose was never a bad thing.

“It’s only fair,” she said. “I’ve noticed this thing about our little adventures, Doctor. Seems like it’s always me that ends up gooey or sticky or slimed or wet or dirty and you come away smelling like…a rose.”

He groaned. “Yeah, sorry, saw the door and had to walk right through it anyway,” she told him. “Anyway, today is no different. You’re perfectly mess free and here I am still with honey all over my arms and legs and belly. And it got in my hair. I just don’t think that’s entirely fair.”

“I can’t help it if you’re a trouble magnet, Rose,” he said with a smirk. “And anyway, bees like roses.” Rose bent and retrieved the pail of honey that he’d somehow managed to hold onto in their mad dash to the safety of the cavern. “What are you doing?” he asked. “We need that for the bonding.”

Rose held up a small vial of honey with a neatly capped lid. “No, we need this for the bonding. I believe that this,” and she wiggled the pail at him, “was for extracurricular activities.”

The Doctor took a step away from her. “But I--.”

“You thought you were going to be in charge of the honey distribution, didn’t you?” she said in a dangerous voice.

“Sort of, yeah,” he admitted a little worried about where she might be going with all of this. With her hormones out of check the way they were she was likely to just fling it at him and be done with it.

“Well, I think there’s enough on me to last a lifetime. But there’s not nearly enough on you. And I think I’ve got a rather desperate need to even that score.”

“But Rose--.”

“Take off your clothes,” she whispered in a voice that shot straight to his groin. He didn’t think there’d be any flinging then.

“Rose.”

“Now.” It was not quite an order, not quite a demand, but a quiet and firm statement that combined with the look in her eyes told him she wanted to do this her way more than he wanted to do it his. And there were so many reasons to give her what she wanted.

He sighed. And then he removed his clothes. The strength of his reaction left no doubt in either of their minds that he wasn’t adverse to the activity. Rose knelt before him in her bra and knickers and then dipped one hand into the pail of warm golden liquid, emerging with a handful. She allowed it to slowly dribble from her hand all over his proud shaft and then with aching slowness she began to lick it back off. He shuddered at the first warm brush of her tongue against the underside.

Her hands came around and clutched at the backs of his thighs to counterbalance her against the gentle bobbing motion she began a moment later when she engulfed him in her warm, wet, willing mouth. “Rose,” he breathed out, one hand falling to the top of her head to steady himself.

She hummed against him and it was all he could do not to force himself further into her mouth. Rose was very specific about what she did and did not enjoy about this particular activity and having him thrust too far into her throat tended to end up with no blow jobs for him for about two weeks at a time before she regained her trust in him. He’d been particularly careful about it since they’d resumed being lovers after his hideous lapse in judgment to send her away.

Nope, he wasn’t going to do a single thing to hinder Rose’s desire to do this her way. Not a single… He completely lost his train of thought as she sucked in a mouthful of the cool outside air, instantly chilling him before she again closed her mouth fully around him and warmed him back up again. He’d forgotten that little trick of hers and he swayed dangerously on his feet. He could hear her laughing around him, feel the vibrations of her mirth.

“Rose,” he managed to say. “Rose.” She pulled back until only the head of his penis remained in her mouth and she began a rapid circling of it there with her tongue until he thought he’d go out of his mind. “Rose,” he moaned again. She switched tempo suddenly, her tongue moving into a slow and languid pace, the flat of it teasing the very tip of him for one long minute before she released him with a loud pop. He whimpered at the loss of her around him and made a small sound of discontent.

But Rose wasn’t done. She moved down towards the base of his shaft and began licking at the honey she’d been unable to reach when he’d been encased in her mouth. She laved him completely clean and then taking advantage of his unsteadiness with a tiny little push, she sent him falling onto his arse. He lay back in the sand and smiled at her a little goofily, wondering what she had planned next and thoroughly content to find out.

Rose very slowly and deliberately stripped out of her undergarments then straddled his thighs, sitting just above his knees and she reached for the bucket of honey. Very slowly she tipped it until a thin stream of the gold spread across his stomach and abdominal muscles. When it pooled across him enough, but not so much that it spilled over his sides, she put the pail to the side, pulled her hair back with one hand and supported herself with the other as she leaned forward and began to lap the honey off his stomach.

Her tongue dipped down into his navel and cleaned out the bit of sweetness that had collected there before slowly making her way upwards. When she reached his upper chest she raised herself up and slowly sank down upon him, his length and width stretching her fully as she let herself grow accustomed to him.

She dipped one finger back into the pail again and dotted each of his nipples with the sweet and then smeared what was left onto his lips. He captured her finger with his lips and slowly sucked it free of honey before releasing it. Rose began to move upon him. With each glide forward she licked one of his nipples until they were clean and then with him just barely still inside her she found his mouth and licked it clean before searching out a different kind of sweetness inside.

Rose lost herself in the exploration of his mouth for several long minutes before she released his lips and sat up again. Slowly she resumed her movements and he reached forward, his fingers seeking out her pleasure center, stroking the tiny button at the top of her folds. Rose groaned as she slid up and down his penis. His other hand reached for her breast, capturing a nipple between thumb and forefinger.

She quickly found her pleasure, tightening around him in crushing, clamping spasms that shot him into his own orgasm. He exploded upwards inside her and she continued to ride him until her body had milked every last drop from his body. Rose sighed and collapsed on top of him. She lay there in a sweaty heap as he slowly softened and fell out of her body.

Eventually she rolled off of him and made her way over to the stream to try to clean herself up a bit. The Doctor joined her and stepped across the stream to the other side. Rose giggled. “What?” he asked.

“You have a handprint where your thigh meets your bum,” she said grinning at him. “Where I grabbed you earlier with honey on my hand. It’s all covered with sand. Looks like you’ve been branded, Doctor.”

He smiled down at her. “Looks like,” he told her as he knelt down across from her. He reached over the stream and took her hand and pulled it to his chest. “But I think the brand is right here,” he said softly. “Right on my hearts. And it claims to all the world that I belong to Rose Tyler.”

His comment brought tears to her eyes. “You think those bees have gone off for the night yet?” she asked him as she tried her best to wash the sticky, sandy mess from her body in the cold water. “Because I’d really like to get back to the TARDIS for the shagging me senseless part of the evening.”

“Oi, what about what we just did?”

“That was me shagging you, Doctor.” She stood up and walked over to his discarded t-shirt and slipped it on over her slight frame. “And we still have half a bucket of honey. I believe you had plans?”

His erection roared back into life and Rose smirked at him. “Oh, yes, Rose Tyler. I most definitely have plans.”

Ch. 37:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/165824.html