Take Me Spelunking

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Title: Take Me Spelunking
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut
Rating: R
Warning: Graphic Vanilla Sex in an established relationship 
Summary: The Doctor takes Rose to visit a frozen planet and they explore an ice cave. Set in the Take Me Universe, but as with all stories there it also stands alone. Oneshot.
A/N: From a prompt by trickstergirl, who is suffering through a cold Australian winter.  The prompt was the Doctor takes Rose somewhere very cold and then has to warm her up.  Smut ensues.  Links to the previous stories are at the end of the story.

 

Take Me Spelunking

 

“Rose, Rose, Rose! Wake up! We’re going spelunking,” the Doctor announced barging into Rose’s room without knocking. He whipped off her heavy duvet leaving her with only the thin sheet covering her. He plopped down on her bed, making it bounce up and down. Or quite possibly it was he who was doing the bouncing. It generally was. This was not, however, the type of bouncing she preferred to be woken up with.

 

Rose yawned and gave him a distinctly unimpressed look. “Spelunking?” she asked the Doctor with mild suspicion in her voice. “Is that even a word?”

 

“Of course it’s a word. From the Latin spelunca, meaning cave,” the Doctor said with the slightly superior tone in his voice he sometimes got. She considered whacking him over the head with a pillow but decided it took too much effort. She yawned again instead then tried to clear the sleep from her eyes.

 

“So…something to do with caves then?” she asked eventually when it was clear that the Doctor wasn’t going to go away and wasn’t going to crawl under the sheet with her and make her warm again, either.

 

“Yep,” he said popping the p almost violently. “Spelunkers are people who explore caves and today we’re going to be spelunkers! It’ll require a bit of specialized equipment, of course, but nothing we can’t handle,” he said too enthusiastically for – she glanced at the clock – five a.m. in her personal morning.

 

“You woke me up early to tell me that you wanted to go poke around some grungy old cave?” she asked, going from being bored with his suggestion to slightly annoyed that he couldn’t have waited a few more hours to make it.

 

“Of course not! Why would I do that? Although you do sleep too much, but—.” At an irritated arch of her eyebrows he cut himself off and came back to the point. “This isn’t any old cave. This is one of the polar ice caves of Arctonia Nine!”

 

“Sounds cold,” she grumbled. “Like me.” She tugged her blanket out of his grasp and snuggled determinedly back under it. He reached for the duvet again and she said, “If you even touch it I’m going to hide the chocolate biscuits for a week.”

 

“You wouldn’t,” he gasped in horror.

 

“Try me. Three more hours, Doctor, and then I will face whatever challenge you have for me. Now go away and let me sleep.”

 

“But Rose—.”

 

“And I won’t bake any more banana bread for a month,” she added.

 

“Yes, Rose,” he acquiesced meekly. She was pretty sure she managed to keep the smile off her face until after he’d left the room.

 

 

 

Feeling much more agreeable and well-rested, Rose joined the Doctor in the console room at eight o’clock. He was a bit impatient for her to break her fast, but he covered it well and even listened to her nattering on as she ate with more than half his attention. She noticed that both the fairly large loaf of banana bread that she’d baked the day before and the biscuit tin had mysteriously vanished from the TARDIS kitchen, but wisely did not comment on the Doctor’s precautionary measures. Not that she’d have been able to hold out more than a day or two on her threats against his puppy dog eyes, but he didn’t need to know that. 

 

Once finished with breakfast, he led her out of the ship and onto the surface of the ice planet. She was wrapped up well in heavy duty snow gear and even he had put on snow boots with ice spikes and a parka against the severity of the cold. He had safety gear in a backpack and Rose eyed him warily.

 

“You sure about this?” she shouted over the whipping wind. Her hair filled her mouth and she spat it out then pulled up her hood, securing it snuggly around her head.

 

“It’s worth it. I promise.” He shifted the pack onto his back and then reached out for one hugely gloved hand. It was more symbolic than anything as he couldn’t possibly feel her hand through their puffy coverings. “Come on. The cave entrance is this way.” He tugged on her hand and she trekked along beside him without further comment.

 

It was only a short walk. For once he’d gotten the coordinates spot on and three minutes later the opening into the massive cavern was visible. She was shivering by the time they entered the cave and it was a relief to be out of the sharp bite of the winter wind. They walked inside for a half a mile before the Doctor set down his pack and started rummaging around inside it.

 

“You can take off your parka now,” he said shucking out of his.

 

“Are you kidding me? I’m still cold from being out there,” she told him.

 

“You’ll warm up soon enough with all the physical activity. We’re going to rappel down the chasm to the frozen river below,” he told her. “Believe me, you’ll be sweating plenty hard once we get going.”

 

“Why is it I always end up stinking and you always end up—.”

 

“Smelling like a rose?” he interrupted. She smacked his arm and he grinned. “I don’t sweat like you, Rose. Thought you’d figured that out by now. Since I can regulate my body temperature internally, it’s only in the most extreme heat that I’ll even perspire a little bit.”

 

“Well, it’s not fair.”

 

“I like how you smell when you’re hot and sweating,” he said and she shivered slightly at the tone of sensuality that was suddenly in his voice. Then it was gone. “Shall we get started?”

 

Rose stripped out of her warm clothes and put on the safety gear he had for her then stepped into the harness. There were pins in the ice already and it was just a question of connecting their harnesses to them and lowering them down, unattaching, reattaching and repeating as they made their way down the massive ice face, small lights inset into the ice guiding their way. The Doctor had been right about her being able to stay warm and even when parts of her body touched the ice it wasn’t as cold as she expected it to be.

 

It took them a half an hour to reach the river bed beneath them and unhook from the safety gear. They walked along the bank hand in hand. The river itself was frozen solid; not a smooth sheet of ice, but with large peaks, the rapids having frozen solid in mid swell. “What happened here? Is it like with Woman Wept?” she asked.


 

 

“No. That was a cataclysmic event. This is simply part of the natural cycle of this planet. It moves rather abruptly into winter and everything freezes solid in a matter of seconds.”

 

“I thought this was an ice planet?”

 

“Weeeellll, its winter lasts two thousand and seven of its years and then spring, summer and fall last twelve, so for all intents and purposes it is an ice planet. It’s got a very erratic, oblong orbit. Sort of like a stretched out rubber band,” he explained. “And just as it’s pulling away from the sun another planet swings through its orbital path causing a total planetary eclipse. No light, no warmth and then it’s too far out to thaw even a little as it plunges into the winter season.”

 

“What’s it like in summer?” she asked swinging their hands a bit. He smiled at her whimsy.

 

“Oh, it’s beautiful. Everything grows very fast and very large. There are flowers the size of beach balls in every color you can imagine. The grass is lavender and smells like honey and it’s so soft and never itchy. Perfect for walking barefoot. The oceans warm to the perfect temperature and there is an abundance of life in all its glory. If you want, we can visit it in the full bloom of spring. Summer would be a bit too warm for you.”

 

“I’d like that,” she said with a smile.

 

“We’re almost there,” he told her. “Just another minute.”

 

“Almost where? I didn’t realize we were going anywhere,” she said mildly surprised.

 

“This is nice enough, Rose, but it’s not what I wanted you to see. What we came here for is just around this bend.” He sped up, pulling her eagerly along behind him.

 

As they rounded the curve Rose came to a dead stop, her mouth falling open as she looked up and up and up. The cavern before her was immense, stretching up further than her eyes could comfortably make her comprehend. It was a waterfall that had been frozen perfectly in place in the middle of its raging fall. At the base of the cliff it shot up in huge ice sprays that fell like crystal and thinned to points so fragile and narrow they gave the illusion of being suspended in mid-air. Although blue was the predominant color, dozens of other shades seemed to leap at her, like a gigantic prism reflecting beneath the ice.


 

 

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed out.

 

“I did well?” he asked.

 

“You did amazing.” She turned to him and gave a quick brush of her lips over his before turning back to look at the dazzling ice again. “What makes it look like that? All the colors?”

 

“Minerals in the water. This entire river is like a hot spring, believe it or not, during the warm season.” His arm snugged around her shoulders and she leaned back into him. “Worth getting up for?” he asked.

 

“I suppose it would have been worth dragging myself out of bed early, but I’d never have been able to navigate the cliff we came down if I’d been as tired as I was when you woke me,” she pointed out.

 

“Fair point. Guess I was a little overeager.”

 

“Mmm hmm,” she said. “Still, worth it.” She turned into him and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. His moved to her waist and he pulled her into him and kissed her gently. After a slow and thorough perusal of her mouth he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers.

 

Rose shivered. “I’m starting to get cold again. I hate to leave here but if we don’t get moving, I’m going to start freezing.”’

 

“I can warm you up,” he said. “I know a sure fire way of generating some body heat.”

 

“Nine hundred some years of time and space and you can’t come up with a better line than that?” she teased.

 

“Oi, there’s nothing wrong with my lines,” he said in mock offense.

 

Rose rolled her eyes. “I don’t fancy freezing my bum off,” she told him. “I can’t imagine hypothermia there can be comfortable.”

 

“Ah, but…” And he pulled her a little further along to an unobtrusive opening in the ice wall. “This place is a bit of a tourist trap. It hasn’t opened for business quite yet. It will in another month when the ice turns even darker colors. But…” He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at a small panel. Something shimmered in front of her and disappeared.

 

“What was that?”

 

“I disabled the force field. It keeps the entryway from icing over. Come on.” He pulled her inside the cave and turned the force field back on. Lights in the ceiling came on as they walked. “Automatic system.” Further in they came to a door and the Doctor sonicked the electrical locking mechanism. The doors slid open. “It’s a hotel. Lift’s this way.”

 

He took them up to the penthouse suite which had one glass wall that looked out over the waterfall. They removed their boots before tracking melting snow across the lovely carpet and headed over to look out. A huge bed sat before the window. “It’s one way glass, so even if the planet wasn’t deserted at this time of year, no one would be able to see in.”

 

“It’s lovely,” she said staring out at the view. Looking down made her a little bit dizzy, much like looking up had from the base of the falls. “But I’m still quite cold.”

 

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “Like I said before, I know a good way of warming you up.” Rose turned in his arms.

 

“Oh, yeah? What might that be?” she asked.

 

“It involves far less clothing than you currently have on, Miss Tyler,” he said into her ear before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking on it.

 

“Really?” Rose said, smirking at him. “Not sure how removing my clothing is supposed to get me warmer.”

 

“Well, then I shall just have to educate you on the ways in which that might actually be possible,” he said and his lips moved down the side of her neck. He turned them about and backed her away from the window and across the room to the bathroom. He reached blindly with one hand and found the faucet, reluctantly letting Rose go long enough to set the temperature appropriately.

 

With gentle hands he helped her remove her top, letting it slip to the floor with a casual fall from his fingers. Her jeans came next and he knelt by her feet and slowly removed each sock. When the second one was gone he kissed the top of her left foot, working his way up her leg in a series of soft, brief kisses. Rose shivered under his lips but it was no longer from the cold. The steaming shower was doing a fine job on its own of warming the little room.

 

The Doctor hooked his fingers into her knickers and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and he began kissing his way up the right side. When he reached the top of her thigh he slid one hand in between them, making her widen her stance. His lips moved across the soft curls, his long, flexible tongue snaking out to slip between the folds of her sex and pinpoint the tiny little bundle of nerves between them.

 

Rose swayed and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself as he moved lower, licking his way down to her entrance and back up again to settle on her clitoris. It wasn’t long before she could no longer stay on her feet and had to lay down on the soft carpet of the bathroom floor, thighs spreading eagerly for the Doctor to continue “educating” her on how to warm up the human body with less clothing. She almost giggled until his tongue plunged inside her and she lost all track of anything resembling a thought process.

 

His thumb moved to work against her clit as he continued to probe her depths with his tongue, the little circles taking her higher and higher as her bum lifted from the floor. Sensation coiled tightly within her and then it released with a suddenness that took her breath from her body. Her inner muscles clenched and convulsed as the orgasm ripped from her body, spasm after spasm of intense pleasure shooting through her, and for a moment she saw a haze of bright orange light behind her tightly clenched eyes.

 

She relaxed limply back to the floor and the Doctor moved up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He kissed his way up her stomach then leaned up and reached forward and under her back, releasing the clasps of her bra quickly, and with the ease of much practice, he slid the garment from her body. He worshiped her breasts with tongue and teeth and lips before moving on top of her to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth as if trying to conquer another country. He tasted of her.

 

Her hands went into his hair, ruffling and pulling slightly in the way that she knew he liked. She met his tongue with her own, battling fiercely back against the forcefulness of his movements. She shifted her body beneath him, squirming with the need to take him inside her. Rose raised her hips and he lined himself up, never breaking the kiss as he slid deeply inside her. Rose made a contented, garbled sigh into his mouth and gave up fighting for dominance.

 

He rested inside her for a long moment, finally breaking the kiss and gazing into her eyes for a moment. She met his stare with her own, silently accepting without words everything that she meant to him. He rarely ever said the words, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel his love. It was in every look, every touch, every heartsbeat.

 

Her hands slid up onto his chest, thumbs slipping across his nipples as she found her way up to his shoulders then down his upper arms. She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips, raising herself to take him in more fully. “Make love to me,” she told him and he finally began. His movements were shallow and slow. There was no sense of urgency, no huge adrenaline rush fueling their systems after danger. This was careful, deliberate, the taking of time that they so seldom had.

 

Rose reached behind him and stroked her fingers down his back. He pulled her closer to him, and her breasts brushed against the wiry hardness of his chest for a moment before even that small amount of space between them disappeared and he was holding her against him tightly as he languidly glided in and out of her body, the shallow thrusts gradually lengthening as her legs loosened and fell to the sides, no longer hampering his motion. He pulled out until just the very tip of his penis was still inside her then languidly pushed back in, burying himself to the hilt.

 

She loved this most of all, when he was seated as fully as possible within her body, stretching her in the most intimate of ways. Another slow withdrawal was followed by a rapid plunge that made Rose let out a little gasp. “Like that?” he murmured.

 

“I like everything you do to me,” she told him, voice heavy with passion. There was no more time for speaking, no more inclination for conversation, as the Doctor set up a steady, ancient rhythm; a rhythm she met readily with each thrust inside her. She felt the heat then as it built up inside her, the friction of their lovemaking spreading throughout her body, warming her with the glowing flush that always overcame her during sex with him.

 

He pulled her even closer and she knew he was about to lose his steady control. She could sense the change; felt the alteration in his respiration and the differences in the way his muscles were tensing. Sure enough the pace picked up, the Doctor’s grip on the ability to go slow melting away as the pistoning action of much more rapid movements took over. Rose gripped his shoulders tightly as gentle gave way to hard, fast, quick.

 

She watched his face as the change overtook him. Intense concentration, stronger than when he was trying to figure out the most difficult of problems, washed over him and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. Rose shifted her hips just that fraction of an inch that brought her clitoris in line with his movements and felt her body’s rapid response to the increased stimulation. She felt the heat winding through her pelvis and the pressure of need as it began to build in her body.

 

Rose felt the Doctor’s fingers clench hard at the muscles of her back, his fingernails digging into her skin. She arched upwards into his body and she felt him lose that last little grasp on reality, his pace picking up still further in the last rush towards his orgasm. Tingles flashed through her entire body and as the Doctor cried out and spilled himself inside her she tipped over the edge into another orgasm of her own.

 

He collapsed then and it took him a moment to regain his coherence enough to roll off of her. When he could speak he turned his head and gave her a cheeky grin. “Warm now?” he asked.

 

“Definitely.”

 

He scrambled to his feet and pulled her to hers then helped her into the still running shower with a grin of masculine pride at her wobbling legs. They washed the evidence of their lovemaking from their bodies then stood beneath the soothing water, wrapped tightly together. “Thank you,” Rose told him.

 

“For the amazing sex?”

 

“That, too,” she said with a grin against the skin of his chest. “But I meant for all of it. For taking me to all these amazing places to see all of these incredible things. It’s beautiful and I love it. This life. Our life. I love it.”

 

He kissed the top of her head and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “You’re very welcome, Rose Tyler. And if you’re sure you’re warm enough now, I’ve got somewhere else I’d like to show you.”

 

“Maybe tomorrow,” she said reaching around him and turning off the water. “I think I feel a bit of a chill coming on. I think you’re going to have to spend the rest of today keeping me warm.”

 

“But I wanted to—.” He broke off at the seductive look Rose threw at him. A slow grin broke over the Doctor’s face and he smiled. “Oh, yes. It most definitely can wait.” And without another word of protest he followed her from the bathroom to the nice, fluffy bed with the spectacular view and spent the rest of the day happily adjusting her comfort levels to her appropriate need for warmth.

 

 

Previous Take Me Stories:
Take Me Dancing:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/27075.html
Take Me Fishing:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/27802.html
Take Me Soaring:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/28582.html
Take Me Swimming:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/217933.html