Proof Positive (3/3)

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                                                     banner by lady_mage

Title:  Proof Positive
Author:  amberfocus
Characters/Pairings:  Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Genre:  Romance, Smut
Rating:  Adult, NC-17 this part
Betas:  amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Summary:  When the crown prince of Ranabella seeks to marry Rose against her will, the Doctor has to find a way out for his companion.

Ch. 1:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/311825.html
Ch. 2:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/313976.html

Chapter Three

Rose sighed and though his attention was focused on the guards outside, he heard every scrape of fabric against skin as she leaned down to take off her shoes and stockings. Likewise he knew exactly what she was doing as she undid the garter belt and let it fall on top of the stockings. Next she untied the sash at her waist and then reached around to try to undo the back of her dress. He counted to ten silently, trying to erase the picture of what was going on behind him from the center stage of his mind.

“Doctor, I’m gonna need help with these buttons,” she said.

Oh, hell. “All right,” he said, keeping the stammer, just barely, out of his voice. She approached him and turned away so he could get to the buttons and he quickly fumbled them open down the length of her back, telling himself that he didn’t need to touch the expanse of exposed skin he’d just revealed. He pulled himself together. “There you go. Now go get changed.” He returned his eyes firmly to the view out the window.

She was slow to change her clothes, knowing that he’d want to watch the guards for at least an hour before he’d work out their escape route. Did she even realize what torture it was for him, knowing she was half naked behind him and was in no hurry to slide back into her well-fitting jeans and form hugging hoody? He swallowed hard, waiting for the sound of shoes being tied. At least she had her trusty trainers with her. It’d make shimmying down the wall of the castle quite a bit easier.

He hazarded a peek behind him. Fully dressed once again she was stretched out on the bed. She might as well get in a bit of sleep. It had been a long couple of days and she was nearly running on empty. She yawned mightily and closed her eyes. Rose had learned, in their life together, that grabbing sleep when she could was a very good idea. He gave her a soft smile then turned back to the window.

When he’d finally determined that the guards left a ten minute window for escape every twenty minutes or so, the Doctor strode quickly to the bed. He sat down beside Rose, viciously pushing down the desire to wake her with a kiss, and gently stroked the hair off her face. “Wake up, Rose, it’s time to go.”



Rose became aware of the Doctor’s hand on her face and his voice chiding her to awaken. “Come on, Rose, rise and shine.” She barely opened one eye.

“Don’t want to. Wanna sleep.” She promptly closed her eye again. The Doctor shook her shoulder. “Go ‘way.”

“You humans, always with the sleeping.”

“I’m tired,” she said the second word coming out on an enormous yawn.

“We need to go,” he said impatiently.

“Bed’s comfy,” she muttered. She really didn’t want to get up. She was so exhausted, keeping her eyes open was nearly impossible.

“And you’ve got a nice, comfy bed back on the TARDIS. We just have to get there and you can sleep as much as you need to,” he cajoled.

“Promise?” she asked.

“I promise. Come on, now.” Rose tried to sit up but she couldn’t get her limbs under control. “Come on,” the Doctor repeated in annoyance.

“I’m trying,” she said. Fear raced through her as she tried again to move. “The room’s spinning. I feel wrong. Woozy.” She shook her head, trying to clear it. “This is more than being tired.”

The Doctor was back at her side in an instant, his sonic screwdriver scanning her biometric data. “You’ve been drugged,” he said grimly. “Can you stand?” he asked.

Rose managed to sort herself out. She stood up and swayed. She took a step and tilted to the left. He caught her before she could fall. ““All right, I’m gonna get you out of here.” He moved over to the bed and pulled at the sheets, tearing them into strips and braiding them. He tested their strength hoping they’d be strong enough.

“I’m going to tie this around you and lower you out the window, Rose.”

“What?”

“We can’t go out any other way and you’re not stable enough to try to climb under your own power. Hence the rope,” he said.

“You’re completely mad.”

“It’s our only option.” He tied the rope around her under her arms and then through her legs. “This won’t be comfortable,” he said. “Sorry.”

He guided her to the window in a line that was decidedly crooked. It took some doing to get her through, her limbs not particularly wanting to cooperate, but he managed to do so, timing it right to get her to the ground before anyone saw. He pulled the sheets back up and tossed them behind him before going over the ledge and feeling for hand and footholds. He made it to the ground a few minutes later and pulled Rose into some bushes. He waited as the guards made their rounds and were once more out of sight.

He picked Rose up and tossed her over one shoulder. “Hey!” she said.

“Quickest way for us to cover ground. Now hush,” he said giving her a light whack on her bum. Then they were moving and there was no time for complaints, though she did find time to admire his backside hanging as she was just above it. They had almost made it the TARDIS when they were seen. A cry went up and the guards began rushing toward them. The Doctor had to drop Rose hastily and get his key out to open the door. Once he had, he dragged her inside.

“Ouch!” she said as the Doctor dropped her yet again to secure the door. He left her on the floor while he raced up the ramp and sent them safely into the Time Vortex. Then he came back for her, heaved her up and carried her, this time in his arms, to the infirmary. He took a blood sample and quickly determined what antidote to give her.

Once she had recovered she asked, “Why did they drug me? And why didn’t they drug you?”

The Doctor frowned. He turned the sonic on himself and did a quick scan. “They did, but my system neutralized it without me knowing it. It was probably in that wine they gave us at the contract signing. I imagine the prince thought we’d both pass out and the marriage wouldn’t be consummated. Then he could have you.”

Rose felt sick inside. “Why wouldn’t he just give up? I couldn’t stand the kid,” she said.

“He felt he was entitled to take what he wanted. He wanted you,” the Doctor said shortly. Rose shuddered at the very thought of being tied to that boy in any way. “He refused to believe that you might want a different kind of life, a different kind of man.”

“Which I do. I want our life. I want…” She sighed and stopped what she’d been about to say. “He just couldn’t believe that I didn’t want to leave you. He couldn’t even see how I felt about you.”

“How do you feel about me?” the Doctor asked softly.

Rose bit her lip and looked away. How could she even begin to tell him what she was thinking; what she was feeling? She wasn’t even sure she could put it into words what he meant to her. “I…I feel…” She stopped, huffed air upwards to make her fringe dance. “When I thought that you weren’t going to be able to get me out of a marriage to Arnon, I was terrified. Not of him, or even of marrying him, that just disgusted me. But I was terrified I’d lose you, that I’d never see you again. And that...Doctor, I don’t ever want to be away from you. I…I think it would be something I might never get over. You are someone I could never get over.” She brought her eyes up to meet his at last.

“Got a bit of that about you yourself, Rose.”

She bit her lip, looked at his mouth then back up at his eyes. Taking a deep breath she blurted, “I adore you, Doctor.”

He beamed at her words and then made his own small confession. “When we kissed I didn’t want to ever stop,” he admitted. “I didn’t care that we were in public. I just wanted to keep on.”

“Me, too,” she said. “Everything else, everyone else, went away. You and me, we’ve spent so much time being best mates and I thought, I always thought it would ruin what we have if I…if I ever acted on what I felt, so I…I just kept telling myself it was impossible, that we could only ever be friends, that you wouldn’t want me—.”

“Rose, I’ve wanted you for a very long time, but I never felt I had the right to even ask. Today changed everything. I thought I might lose you and no way was I ever going to let that happen.”

She reached for him then and pulled him close. “You have every right to ask,” she said. One hand reached up to stroke along his jaw line. “And I’m offering, if it helps.” She lifted her face to him and hoped the invitation was clear in both word and deed.

He studied her for a long time, as if he were weighing and calculating all the risks involved in taking the next step, of pushing this from longing and desire, to fulfillment and completion. She held her breath, not even daring to breathe as she read a million reasons why not flash by in his eyes, hoping against all hope that he’d discard them all and dare to take this chance with her.

He did. His mouth descended on hers with such tenderness it robbed the very breath from her lungs. His hands settled on her hips and he pulled her forward and flush up against him. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and let his hands wander up and down her arms and back. Rose felt sparks shooting through her body wherever he touched bare skin as her nerve endings suddenly ignited.

The kiss turned playful as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, just barely touching the tip and backing away, coming forward again, and pulling back, teasing with tiny flicks. Rose made a small grumbling sound and grabbed the back of his head, holding him firmly in place and plunging her tongue into his mouth. She might want to play another day, but today she simply wanted; wanted and so she took. There was ownership in that kiss. She was marking him as hers.

The Doctor held her even tighter, groaning at her aggression. He pushed his hips forward and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing into her belly. He left no doubt that he wanted this just as much as she did. She eased her grip on the back of his head, brought her hand down his neck and across his shoulder. She let her fingers trail down his body to the hem of his jumper and then slipped underneath it, warm digits sliding against cool skin.

He took back control of the kiss, exploring her mouth with enthusiasm, dancing around her tongue, slipping up to slide across the roof of her mouth and eliciting a soft whine of pleasure from her throat. He searched out every hidden place, discovered the feel of her teeth, learned exactly which strokes had her jerking her pelvis forward against him, and what made her whimper and what made her sigh.

He tangled a hand in her hair and the other slid hesitantly onto her breast, holding it still for several heartbeats, waiting to see what she might do. She pushed into his hand and with this encouragement he slowly slid his thumb back and forth over her nipple. The bud rose up, eager and wanting, against the soft strokes.

He broke the kiss finally and Rose tried desperately to catch her breath. His eyes were nearly black as he looked at her, desire dripping from him like a rain forest after a deluge. He took a step back from her and held out his hand. She placed hers firmly in his and looked back into his eyes, waiting, hoping that there was to be more than this.

“I want to take you into my bed, Rose Tyler,” he said his voice so low and guttural that he barely sounded like himself. “I want to make love to you until you forget your own name, until you forget that everything in this universe exists, except pleasure. I want you to scream out my name and forget that there has ever been anyone before me and believe that there will never be anyone after. I want,” he paused and smiled, “you.”

Unable to form words and barely able to make her body function after the puddle he’d just reduced her to, she nodded her head in agreement. The Doctor swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the infirmary, down the corridor, and to the big oak doorway across from her own room. She reached for the knob and turned it, then pushed it the rest of the way open with her foot.

The Doctor strode across the room and slid her down the length of his body until she landed on her feet. They both struggled a bit with their shoes and socks and then turned back to face each other. He unzipped her hoody and pushed it down her arms, letting it fall to the ground at her feet. His hands trailed up the bare skin of her arms and back down again, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt. She raised her arms in the air and he pulled it from her body. With a soft smile he stood staring at her in her plain white sports bra. If she’d known something like this was ahead of her at the start of this adventure she’d have worn something far more spectacular. Not that it mattered. The Doctor was much more interested in getting the bra off than in what it looked like.

Once the garment was discarded he took a step back and looked at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said on a rush of air. She grinned at him and then tugged his jumper up over his head. She took her own turn staring at him and with a shy smile she reached out and ran her hands up and down the lean, muscled torso, and the strong arms that had so often sheltered her from danger. She tweaked her thumbs across his nipples and was delighted at the responsiveness as they rose to meet her touch.

Rose pressed her lips to his sternum, then kissed her way down his stomach and back up again, making her way across first one pectoral, than the other, and finally up to his neck where she licked and sucked and finally left a dark purple bruise, her mark for him to wear proudly. She grinned at the thought.

He felt her smiling against his skin and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Just like putting my mark on you, is all,” she said.

“You’ve already branded my hearts, Rose Tyler,” he said quite seriously. Her breath hitched at the look of devotion and love that flashed through his eyes.

She wanted nothing more than to melt into this but one last little piece of reality infringed on her fairytale. “Can I get pregnant from this?” she asked him.

“Not from this, no,” he said. “It’d take genetic engineering of your egg and my sperm to make a baby. Our DNA’s just different enough not to be able to combine naturally.”

“What about sexual diseases and stuff?”

“The TARDIS would alert me if anyone on board carried any disease,” he reassured.

“Okay, then.”

She reached out for his belt then, unhooking the buckle and sliding it free of his jeans. Unfastening the buttons, she slipped the heavy denim off his hips and they slid to the floor, where he stepped out of them. Glancing at his erection, she was riveted for a moment. She’d never thought to see the Doctor naked and now that she was she wanted to memorize every detail. He was large, large enough that she bit her lip wondering how much he was going to stretch her, but not so large as to make her run screaming from the room. With a glance at him for permission she reached out and stroked him. At the first touch of her fingers he groaned her name.

She smiled at him as she caressed up and down his length, as she felt him harden even further at this most exquisite attention. He closed his eyes, soaking up the deep pleasure her actions caused. Eventually his eyes opened again. “As much as I wouldn’t mind standing like this for hours,” he said, “I want to be inside you.”

Gently he pushed her hands away and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling the zip down with such infinite slowness that she thought civilizations could have died and been reborn in the amount of time he took, he finally pulled the cloth down her body, falling to his knees as he did so. He leaned towards her, taking the right nipple into his mouth as he caressed her left breast with his hand, gently kneading the soft mound of flesh. His tongue circled tightly against the button, his mouth sucking hard and making Rose cry out. A flood of desire soaked her knickers.

He reached for them next, pulling the plain pink fabric down to her ankles, releasing her breast so she could step out of them. He leaned backwards, his eyes taking the long way down the length of her body. He dipped his head, his tongue darting in between her curls and seeking out her clitoris with unerring accuracy. Rose cried out at the sudden surge of sensation, her hand coming to rest on his head, steadying herself. His long tongue snaked its way down to her entrance before slipping back up to circle decisively against the little bundle of nerves.

Her legs started shaking at the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling and the Doctor nudged her towards the bed until she fell against it. She scrambled backwards, laying herself out, her head resting on the dark green pillows at the head of his bed. Again the Doctor paused just to look at her and then with a look on his face that was almost predatory, he knelt between her legs and eased his body on top of hers. He trailed kisses from her neck, across her breasts and over her stomach. He licked long lines under the swell of each breast, making her squirm and make fervent sounds of approval.

He reached his hand between her thighs and stroked across her opening, searching out her wetness. First with one finger, then with two, he entered her, readying her for himself. Satisfied with her slickness, he slowly settled his body into the cradle of her own. Rose pushed a hand between them, encircling his penis and guiding it into position. With the head snuggled into place, she pulled her hand back out.

“You ready?” he asked softly. Rose nodded and the Doctor pushed himself inside her in one long, smooth stroke. Rose gasped at the sensation of fullness as the Doctor rested in place, waiting for her to become accustomed to his thickness. “Ready?” he asked again and she nodded, unable to access the speech center of her brain, everything focused as it was down into the place where their bodies joined.

The Doctor slowly began to move, his eyes focused on her face, searching out any trace of discomfort, any need for him to stop. Rose adjusted readily enough and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. He kept his gaze locked to hers and she held it for as long as she could before she had to shut her eyes and simply revel in the sensation of him moving within her, each stroke pulsing pleasure through her system. Each glide, each withdrawal, each plunge into her body left her wanting another, wanting more.

Rose slid her hands down the Doctor’s body and onto his bum, then back to his hips. She pulled him more forcefully against her and he took the hint, increasing both speed and strength, pushing even deeper inside her than he had been doing. She moaned in approval, whispered his name with joy. She had never felt so alive during sex, never felt so lost in the moment. A slow fire began within her womb, the deep coiling of impending orgasm. Her thoughts focused to a pinpoint, striving for that final pleasure as it built. She felt herself rising and rising and at the moment she knew it was coming she opened her eyes and caught the Doctor’s gaze.

The look of love on his face was more than she could handle and she flashed up into orgasm, coming so hard her entire body jerked and spasmed. Her walls clutched tightly at him and he cried out her name in an animalistic wail as he released inside of her. Rose felt like her orgasm would never end, as wave after wave of it wracked through her body. When at last she lay spent beneath him, she could do little more than look at him with a dopey expression on her face.

He eased himself gently from her body and rolled onto his back, his arm reaching out to snag her and cuddle her into his side. She slipped her arm onto his chest, her fingers resting over the double thud thump of his rapidly beating hearts. For a long time they lay in silence, waiting for their heart rates and breathing to return to normal. The Doctor’s hand slid on top of hers, his fingers playing with the silver ring around her finger.

“That was…” Rose couldn’t think of what to say to describe the amazing experience it had been for her.

“Fantastic?” he asked on a sigh.

“Yeah. Fantastic,” she agreed. “Nothing will ever top that.”

“Is that a challenge, Rose?” he asked. She tilted her head up and saw the smirk on his face.

She grinned. “Only if you think you can rise to the occasion.”

“Oh, I know I can,” he said.

“Good, because I’ll spend the rest of my life challenging you, Doctor.”

“We’ll never leave the bedroom.”

“That’s all right by me,” she admitted.

“Me, too,” he said with a grin, pushing her back flat onto the bed and climbing on top of her. “Look, I’ve risen to the challenge already.”

And as he pushed inside her a second time, Rose had no words except the ones that flashed through her mind, the ones that ended every fairytale:

And they lived happily ever after.