Body Language (3/4)
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amberfocusTitle: Body Language
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amberfocus
Betas:amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Series: Bodies in Motion
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose, Jack
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Smut in this chapter
Rating: Adult, NC-17 this chapter
Summary: An idyllic summer day on the planet Janesta is shattered when the Doctor is injured in an explosion.
A/N: Written for the second round of the![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
storm_and_wolf ficathon. The picture prompt will be posted in the relevant chapter. This is the fourth entry to my Bodies in Motion series, but stands alone fine without having read those. Dedicated to lostwolfchats as a belated birthday gift. Again, sorry for the delay in posting. I took a week off writing to move. This chapter is not appropriate for work or school.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/304213.h
Ch. 2: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/307467.html
Chapter Three
Jack tried sweet talking the TARDIS to the point where Rose was actually blushing at some of the things he said to the sentient time ship. It wasn’t so much the words he used as the way he said them. She wouldn’t have thought, “Polishing all your roundels until they glow for a week,” was a dirty turn of phrase until it was heard tripping off Jack’s tongue in a slightly seductive tone of voice. The TARDIS hadn’t started, but Rose absolutely swore there was a change in the pitch of her hum and her lights had certainly flickered on and off a few times.
Rose even gave it a go a few times, trying to follow the increasingly faded instructions on the psychic paper. Finally she pictured the injured Doctor in her head as vividly as she could while holding her forehead and hands against one of the support struts, trying to get the ship to understand the Doctor’s predicament. She’d never know if that did the trick or not, but the next time Jack input the coordinates the engines roared to life and stayed that way. They felt the rush of dematerialization.
A brief moment later they were materializing again and with a glance to the view screen to make sure they had landed in the right place, they’d rushed out the doors and into the Doctor’s hospital room. Rose hurried to his side, her voice calling his name. She’d seen him in a healing trance before and she knew better than to touch him without first making him aware that she was there.
“Doctor?” He opened his eyes but of course they didn’t focus on her face. He reached out in her direction and she grabbed up his hand, holding it tight against her chest. “We got the TARDIS to move. She’s here.”
“And it wasn’t easy,” Jack said. “Stubborn old girl didn’t want to budge for the longest time. If it wasn’t for Rose, I don’t think she ever would have done.”
“Good girl,” the Doctor said softly, his smile beaming from his face. He climbed out of bed. “Which way is she?”
Rose turned his body. “Straight ahead. Jack, open the doors.”
Jack did after grabbing up the Doctor's leather jacket, boots, and clothing. “Just follow the sound of my voice, Doc,” Jack said. Rose followed along behind the Doctor as he walked slowly forward, her eyes drawn to the nicely gaping back of his hospital gown and the lovely curve of his backside. It was just as well that Jack was walking in front of the Doctor. Rose didn’t want to share the view with anyone.
He walked to the console without his usual confidence but his hands found the controls easily enough and he sent the ship into the Vortex. He didn’t need coordinates for that, just a few, quick, memorized strokes across the keyboard. “All right, let’s get me to the infirmary,” he said. “I want my vision back.”
“We still have the problem of reading the symbols,” Rose protested.
“You still got the psychic paper, Jack?” the Doctor asked.
“Yeah.” The other man fished it out of his trousers.
“We’ll figure it out,” the Doctor said, this time turning his head in Rose’s direction as Rose made a small sound of disbelief. “We will, Rose.”
The Doctor had used the equipment in the infirmary far less than was necessary to memorize what to do to fix something as complicated as vision. He could have done a dermal repair in his sleep or knitted bones back together easily, but the finicky precision equipment necessary to fix his eyesight was beyond him. The Doctor grew more frustrated and sullen with each attempt until finally he ended up shoving Rose away from him and storming off into the middle of his ship, only to get lost there. He slumped to the floor against one wall, sent out a silent plea, and reluctantly waited for the TARDIS to send Rose to him.
He heard her soft footfalls in the corridor behind him about a half an hour later; long enough for him to feel guilty about his overreaction. There was a slight intake of breath as she hesitated before speaking. She slid down the wall beside him, thigh and hip coming to rest firmly against his sprawled legs. Her fingers wove their way through his. “What do we do now, Doctor?” Rose finally asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I’m not going home,” she said firmly.
“What?”
“I know you, Doctor. If I give you enough time to think about it, you’ll decide to use the emergency recall and try to make me go home. Well, I’m telling you right now, I’m not leaving you, so don’t even try it.” Her voice was extremely stern and if he could look at her he was sure she’d be giving him a Tyler glare that rivaled her mum’s.
“It would be—.”
“Don’t you dare say for the best!” she snapped, her hand tightening convulsively around his.
“Wasn’t going to,” he replied mildly, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “It would be too hard to send you away, Rose. It’s not fair to saddle you with a blind old man, but I find myself too selfish to even contemplate a life without you. If you wanted to leave me, yeah, I’d have to let you go, but I’m not capable of sending you away. Not since I took you into my bed.”
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed.” The Doctor frowned.
“No, no, I’m not,” Rose said quickly. “I was just gearing up for a bit of a knockdown, drag out fight over this and,” he felt her make some sweeping gesture with her free arm, “you’re not doing what I expected.”
“I’m not as predictable as you might think, Rose Tyler.” Rose leant her head against the Doctor’s shoulder and sighed.
“Good. Because I would have fought you tooth and nail.”
“I know,” he said dropping a soft kiss onto the top of her hair.
“Come on, Doctor. Let’s get you back to the main corridor.”
She stood up and waited for him to scramble to his feet, then tucked her hand into his and led him back towards the console room. She paused and he recognized the scent of her bedroom, the sweet smell of the honeysuckle vine that twined about her canopy bed. “Will you come to bed with me tonight?” she asked tentatively.
He tensed. “I don’t need your pity, Rose.” He sensed it only a second before he felt the sharp punch into his shoulder. “Ouch!”
“Damn it, Doctor. Did you ever stop to think that I’m not asking for your sake? That this is what I need? I nearly lost you today! A building fell down on you. I need the comfort of making love with you. I need to know not just with my head and my heart but with my body that you are still right here with me!” she snapped.
“Rose, I—.”
“I don’t care if you never get better. I mean, I care. I want you to get better, but even if you are blind for the rest of your life, I still want to be with you!” Her breath came frantically.
“Rose.”
“You’re not the only one who is selfish. I want you, Doctor. Time and space and adventure and travel are all well enough, but they are not the reason I’m here. I’m here because of you. I always have been!” she insisted.
She took his hand and held it to her face. “I know you can’t see me, but I need for you to know. Read the language of my body. Understand that what I’m telling you is true. Doctor, I love you.”
He gasped at her words. It was like all the breath in his lungs had been knocked out of him. He had known, known how she felt about him, had been so afraid of letting her ever say that to him, especially now, but he hadn’t expected that hearing them would almost make him come undone. The impact of the words on his hearts and his body was instantaneous.
His fingers slid across her face. He could feel the earnestness of her words; feel the truth of them in her expression. Of their own accord his hands slipped down her body, feeling the pliancy of it, the way it pushed into his hands and yielded against his search. A soft groan issued from her as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs pebbling her nipples. Her hips thrust into him, grinding against his pelvis. There was no mistaking her response to him. His nostrils flared at the flood of arousal that had just hit her.
Reaching out with one hand to find the opening to her room, he backed her into it, kicking the door firmly shut behind him. He didn’t need to see to find her bed. This was a pathway he’d taken all too often to ever forget the way. He felt Rose squirm away from him, heard the whisper of fabric as she pulled off her clothes. He quickly stripped himself naked and settled onto the bed.
He felt Rose’s hands on his ankles, spreading his legs apart and making a space for herself and then her warm, wet mouth encased him, her tongue curling against the underside of his shaft, her fingers wrapping around the base. Ever so slowly she closed her lips around him and began to bob her head up and down. Her free hand crept up the inside of his thigh teasing gently against the taut skin of his perineum before tickling across his balls.
He hissed as she scraped her fingernails lightly over the sensitive sack and he could feel her grinning around him the way she always did at his response to that. She swirled her tongue around him, then pulled back, circling just the head before plunging him back into her mouth. He felt himself hit the back of her throat, felt her trying to relax it to take him deeper. He moaned at the sensation, but held himself still, letting her control her motion upon him.
She moved achingly slowly. His desire to grasp her head and simply take her mouth was nearly overwhelming, but he fought it down, letting Rose play things out at her own teasing pace. She pulled back nearly losing him completely as her tongue delved into the tip before devouring him whole again. She sucked hard suddenly, vacuuming him with such suction that he thought for a moment he was going to come right then. He whimpered as the pressure suddenly eased and Rose sucked in a mouthful of the colder outside air. The temperature change did make him buck hard into her mouth, unable to control his pelvis.
Rose took it in stride, simply easing back a bit and slowing her movements around him even more. He thought for a moment he was going to die and with what she was now doing with her tongue, it might even be worth losing a regeneration so soon. She pulled back again, keeping only the head in her mouth and scraped her fingernail up the side of his penis. “Rose!” he cried out. “I need you now.”
With a very loud pop, she let him go and scrambled up onto his hips. He put his legs back together as Rose’s hand wrapped around him and positioned him at her entrance. She slid him easily within her with absolutely no hesitation, her slickness so copious he was sheathed in less than a second. He sighed in relief at being where he most wanted to be just then.
She rocked gently against him as he raised his hands to caress her thighs. One hand sought out her curls, his thumb slipping between her folds to locate her clitoris. The other he ghosted up her body until he reached the gentle swelling of her breast. He kneaded the soft flesh, catching the nipple in the webbing between two fingers.
Rose made a sound of pleasure deep in her throat. He needed to make her come quickly or he’d come first and he wasn’t about to have that. He prided himself on always waiting for her, but she’d really worked him up this time. Between her actions and her words all his body really wanted was to drive into her until he could claim his release. Yet, even more he wanted her to know that her needs were just as important to him as his own.
The sounds of impending orgasm began to issue from above him and he increased the tempo of his thumb against her clit. Rose began to raise and lower herself in earnest. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who had gotten worked up by that blow job because it only took another moment before Rose was coming hard around him.
Her body jerked against his hips as her inner muscles grabbed him, trying to milk him violently of his own release. Rose shuddered and cried out his name and other indecipherable sounds. It lasted longer than it had in a while. She usually only came that hard after she’d had a near death experience, not when he had. He rode out her orgasm and when he was sure she was finished he tilted his body, unseating her.
Rose fell to the bed with an oomph and he was pushing her flat and entering her body once again. He plunged hard, the quick driving rhythm he established the only focus for him in the darkness that surrounded him. In and out, over and over, he thrust inside her. Rose gripped tightly to his upper arms and made impact sounds with each inward movement, but urged him on with each withdrawal.
He could feel his orgasm coiling tightly in his balls and he strove harder and harder to get there. Finally, finally he felt the rise let loose and with a powerful shout, he came. Again and again he shot his seed into her and when at last he’d finished, he collapsed, not even trying to keep his weight off of her. Rose held him tightly, not the least bit interested in pushing him off.
“I love you,” she told him softly for the second time that day.
His arms tightened convulsively around her. He nodded his head into her shoulder and his lips at her ear replied in a deep, rough voice, “I love you, Rose Tyler. Never leave me.”
“Not ever, Doctor,” she said. She made no comment about the tears that fell from his sightless eyes at her response, only clung to him as he did to her. “Not ever.”
Ch. 4: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/311752.html
Author:
amberfocusBetas:
amyo67, jeprdyfrndlySeries: Bodies in Motion
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose, Jack
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Smut in this chapter
Rating: Adult, NC-17 this chapter
Summary: An idyllic summer day on the planet Janesta is shattered when the Doctor is injured in an explosion.
A/N: Written for the second round of the
storm_and_wolf ficathon. The picture prompt will be posted in the relevant chapter. This is the fourth entry to my Bodies in Motion series, but stands alone fine without having read those. Dedicated to lostwolfchats as a belated birthday gift. Again, sorry for the delay in posting. I took a week off writing to move. This chapter is not appropriate for work or school.Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/304213.h
Ch. 2: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/307467.html
Chapter Three
Jack tried sweet talking the TARDIS to the point where Rose was actually blushing at some of the things he said to the sentient time ship. It wasn’t so much the words he used as the way he said them. She wouldn’t have thought, “Polishing all your roundels until they glow for a week,” was a dirty turn of phrase until it was heard tripping off Jack’s tongue in a slightly seductive tone of voice. The TARDIS hadn’t started, but Rose absolutely swore there was a change in the pitch of her hum and her lights had certainly flickered on and off a few times.
Rose even gave it a go a few times, trying to follow the increasingly faded instructions on the psychic paper. Finally she pictured the injured Doctor in her head as vividly as she could while holding her forehead and hands against one of the support struts, trying to get the ship to understand the Doctor’s predicament. She’d never know if that did the trick or not, but the next time Jack input the coordinates the engines roared to life and stayed that way. They felt the rush of dematerialization.
A brief moment later they were materializing again and with a glance to the view screen to make sure they had landed in the right place, they’d rushed out the doors and into the Doctor’s hospital room. Rose hurried to his side, her voice calling his name. She’d seen him in a healing trance before and she knew better than to touch him without first making him aware that she was there.
“Doctor?” He opened his eyes but of course they didn’t focus on her face. He reached out in her direction and she grabbed up his hand, holding it tight against her chest. “We got the TARDIS to move. She’s here.”
“And it wasn’t easy,” Jack said. “Stubborn old girl didn’t want to budge for the longest time. If it wasn’t for Rose, I don’t think she ever would have done.”
“Good girl,” the Doctor said softly, his smile beaming from his face. He climbed out of bed. “Which way is she?”
Rose turned his body. “Straight ahead. Jack, open the doors.”
Jack did after grabbing up the Doctor's leather jacket, boots, and clothing. “Just follow the sound of my voice, Doc,” Jack said. Rose followed along behind the Doctor as he walked slowly forward, her eyes drawn to the nicely gaping back of his hospital gown and the lovely curve of his backside. It was just as well that Jack was walking in front of the Doctor. Rose didn’t want to share the view with anyone.
He walked to the console without his usual confidence but his hands found the controls easily enough and he sent the ship into the Vortex. He didn’t need coordinates for that, just a few, quick, memorized strokes across the keyboard. “All right, let’s get me to the infirmary,” he said. “I want my vision back.”
“We still have the problem of reading the symbols,” Rose protested.
“You still got the psychic paper, Jack?” the Doctor asked.
“Yeah.” The other man fished it out of his trousers.
“We’ll figure it out,” the Doctor said, this time turning his head in Rose’s direction as Rose made a small sound of disbelief. “We will, Rose.”
The Doctor had used the equipment in the infirmary far less than was necessary to memorize what to do to fix something as complicated as vision. He could have done a dermal repair in his sleep or knitted bones back together easily, but the finicky precision equipment necessary to fix his eyesight was beyond him. The Doctor grew more frustrated and sullen with each attempt until finally he ended up shoving Rose away from him and storming off into the middle of his ship, only to get lost there. He slumped to the floor against one wall, sent out a silent plea, and reluctantly waited for the TARDIS to send Rose to him.
He heard her soft footfalls in the corridor behind him about a half an hour later; long enough for him to feel guilty about his overreaction. There was a slight intake of breath as she hesitated before speaking. She slid down the wall beside him, thigh and hip coming to rest firmly against his sprawled legs. Her fingers wove their way through his. “What do we do now, Doctor?” Rose finally asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I’m not going home,” she said firmly.
“What?”
“I know you, Doctor. If I give you enough time to think about it, you’ll decide to use the emergency recall and try to make me go home. Well, I’m telling you right now, I’m not leaving you, so don’t even try it.” Her voice was extremely stern and if he could look at her he was sure she’d be giving him a Tyler glare that rivaled her mum’s.
“It would be—.”
“Don’t you dare say for the best!” she snapped, her hand tightening convulsively around his.
“Wasn’t going to,” he replied mildly, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “It would be too hard to send you away, Rose. It’s not fair to saddle you with a blind old man, but I find myself too selfish to even contemplate a life without you. If you wanted to leave me, yeah, I’d have to let you go, but I’m not capable of sending you away. Not since I took you into my bed.”
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed.” The Doctor frowned.
“No, no, I’m not,” Rose said quickly. “I was just gearing up for a bit of a knockdown, drag out fight over this and,” he felt her make some sweeping gesture with her free arm, “you’re not doing what I expected.”
“I’m not as predictable as you might think, Rose Tyler.” Rose leant her head against the Doctor’s shoulder and sighed.
“Good. Because I would have fought you tooth and nail.”
“I know,” he said dropping a soft kiss onto the top of her hair.
“Come on, Doctor. Let’s get you back to the main corridor.”
She stood up and waited for him to scramble to his feet, then tucked her hand into his and led him back towards the console room. She paused and he recognized the scent of her bedroom, the sweet smell of the honeysuckle vine that twined about her canopy bed. “Will you come to bed with me tonight?” she asked tentatively.
He tensed. “I don’t need your pity, Rose.” He sensed it only a second before he felt the sharp punch into his shoulder. “Ouch!”
“Damn it, Doctor. Did you ever stop to think that I’m not asking for your sake? That this is what I need? I nearly lost you today! A building fell down on you. I need the comfort of making love with you. I need to know not just with my head and my heart but with my body that you are still right here with me!” she snapped.
“Rose, I—.”
“I don’t care if you never get better. I mean, I care. I want you to get better, but even if you are blind for the rest of your life, I still want to be with you!” Her breath came frantically.
“Rose.”
“You’re not the only one who is selfish. I want you, Doctor. Time and space and adventure and travel are all well enough, but they are not the reason I’m here. I’m here because of you. I always have been!” she insisted.
She took his hand and held it to her face. “I know you can’t see me, but I need for you to know. Read the language of my body. Understand that what I’m telling you is true. Doctor, I love you.”
He gasped at her words. It was like all the breath in his lungs had been knocked out of him. He had known, known how she felt about him, had been so afraid of letting her ever say that to him, especially now, but he hadn’t expected that hearing them would almost make him come undone. The impact of the words on his hearts and his body was instantaneous.
His fingers slid across her face. He could feel the earnestness of her words; feel the truth of them in her expression. Of their own accord his hands slipped down her body, feeling the pliancy of it, the way it pushed into his hands and yielded against his search. A soft groan issued from her as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs pebbling her nipples. Her hips thrust into him, grinding against his pelvis. There was no mistaking her response to him. His nostrils flared at the flood of arousal that had just hit her.
Reaching out with one hand to find the opening to her room, he backed her into it, kicking the door firmly shut behind him. He didn’t need to see to find her bed. This was a pathway he’d taken all too often to ever forget the way. He felt Rose squirm away from him, heard the whisper of fabric as she pulled off her clothes. He quickly stripped himself naked and settled onto the bed.
He felt Rose’s hands on his ankles, spreading his legs apart and making a space for herself and then her warm, wet mouth encased him, her tongue curling against the underside of his shaft, her fingers wrapping around the base. Ever so slowly she closed her lips around him and began to bob her head up and down. Her free hand crept up the inside of his thigh teasing gently against the taut skin of his perineum before tickling across his balls.
He hissed as she scraped her fingernails lightly over the sensitive sack and he could feel her grinning around him the way she always did at his response to that. She swirled her tongue around him, then pulled back, circling just the head before plunging him back into her mouth. He felt himself hit the back of her throat, felt her trying to relax it to take him deeper. He moaned at the sensation, but held himself still, letting her control her motion upon him.
She moved achingly slowly. His desire to grasp her head and simply take her mouth was nearly overwhelming, but he fought it down, letting Rose play things out at her own teasing pace. She pulled back nearly losing him completely as her tongue delved into the tip before devouring him whole again. She sucked hard suddenly, vacuuming him with such suction that he thought for a moment he was going to come right then. He whimpered as the pressure suddenly eased and Rose sucked in a mouthful of the colder outside air. The temperature change did make him buck hard into her mouth, unable to control his pelvis.
Rose took it in stride, simply easing back a bit and slowing her movements around him even more. He thought for a moment he was going to die and with what she was now doing with her tongue, it might even be worth losing a regeneration so soon. She pulled back again, keeping only the head in her mouth and scraped her fingernail up the side of his penis. “Rose!” he cried out. “I need you now.”
With a very loud pop, she let him go and scrambled up onto his hips. He put his legs back together as Rose’s hand wrapped around him and positioned him at her entrance. She slid him easily within her with absolutely no hesitation, her slickness so copious he was sheathed in less than a second. He sighed in relief at being where he most wanted to be just then.
She rocked gently against him as he raised his hands to caress her thighs. One hand sought out her curls, his thumb slipping between her folds to locate her clitoris. The other he ghosted up her body until he reached the gentle swelling of her breast. He kneaded the soft flesh, catching the nipple in the webbing between two fingers.
Rose made a sound of pleasure deep in her throat. He needed to make her come quickly or he’d come first and he wasn’t about to have that. He prided himself on always waiting for her, but she’d really worked him up this time. Between her actions and her words all his body really wanted was to drive into her until he could claim his release. Yet, even more he wanted her to know that her needs were just as important to him as his own.
The sounds of impending orgasm began to issue from above him and he increased the tempo of his thumb against her clit. Rose began to raise and lower herself in earnest. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who had gotten worked up by that blow job because it only took another moment before Rose was coming hard around him.
Her body jerked against his hips as her inner muscles grabbed him, trying to milk him violently of his own release. Rose shuddered and cried out his name and other indecipherable sounds. It lasted longer than it had in a while. She usually only came that hard after she’d had a near death experience, not when he had. He rode out her orgasm and when he was sure she was finished he tilted his body, unseating her.
Rose fell to the bed with an oomph and he was pushing her flat and entering her body once again. He plunged hard, the quick driving rhythm he established the only focus for him in the darkness that surrounded him. In and out, over and over, he thrust inside her. Rose gripped tightly to his upper arms and made impact sounds with each inward movement, but urged him on with each withdrawal.
He could feel his orgasm coiling tightly in his balls and he strove harder and harder to get there. Finally, finally he felt the rise let loose and with a powerful shout, he came. Again and again he shot his seed into her and when at last he’d finished, he collapsed, not even trying to keep his weight off of her. Rose held him tightly, not the least bit interested in pushing him off.
“I love you,” she told him softly for the second time that day.
His arms tightened convulsively around her. He nodded his head into her shoulder and his lips at her ear replied in a deep, rough voice, “I love you, Rose Tyler. Never leave me.”
“Not ever, Doctor,” she said. She made no comment about the tears that fell from his sightless eyes at her response, only clung to him as he did to her. “Not ever.”
Ch. 4: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/311752.html
