Staking His Claim (2/2)--Belated Birthday Fic

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Title:  Staking His Claim (2/2)
Author: amberfocus
Characters/Pairings:  Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
Genre:  Smut of the possessive sort
Betas:  amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Rating:  Adult for graphic sex
Warning:  This chapter not work safe or child friendly.
Summary:  The alien moves his head closer again and then his lips find the side of Rose’s neck and something inside the Doctor snaps. Jealousy, and something else, possession, floods him in a way he hasn’t experienced since his last incarnation.
A/N:  crimedoc1, this is for you.  Happy belated birthday.

Chapter Two

The Doctor’s focus is fastened intently on Rose and Timbral. He is not even minimally aware of anyone else on the dance floor; doesn’t notice people scurrying out of his way, parting like the Red Sea, reacting to the danger that he clearly is, held so tightly in check. All he can feel is anger at the man who dares to touch Rose. He doesn’t care if the man has been granted permission or if he hasn’t. Either way it will end right now. No man has the right to touch her like that. No man but him. Even if he has, until now, held that right in check.

He reaches out and grasps the swarthy green alien by the shoulders. “Get your hands off her!” With a yank that unbalances and unwraps Timbral from Rose’s hold, he is propelled backwards, stumbling into other dancers who grumble and complain until they see the look in the Doctor’s eyes. Timbral protests vehemently at the intrusion and the Doctor can see the quills along the man’s neck and forearms rising into defensive position. One wrong move will launch over a thousand hallucinogenic darts in every direction, spraying every creature in the room.

Then Jack is there, stepping between the Doctor and Timbral, his voice soft, low, and coaxing. The two men continue to stare at each other with hostility, but between Jack’s words and the comforting touches he is brushing across Timbral’s back and shoulder, the quills slowly begin to quiver and then settle. “You best take him out of here,” the Doctor says in a voice that brooks no argument. “I don’t want to see him anywhere near Rose again.”

“You’ll have to take that up with Rose,” Jack replies. “And I wouldn’t wait too long to go after her.”

“Go after her?” the Doctor asks, confused. Jack gestures over the Doctor’s shoulder and he spins around only to see that Rose has left the scene and is exiting the building. Forgetting everything else, he darts after her, pushing his way rudely through the undulating bodies that are not fast enough to step aside.

It takes him a good minute to catch up to her. She is ignoring his calls for her to stop, her hands jammed into her pockets, her shoulders held tightly. He can tell from her body language that she is angry. “Rose, stop!” he shouts.

She winces at the volume, but continues to walk. He reaches out and grabs her arm. “Don’t touch me,” she tells him. “You had no right. No bloody right at all to do that to me.”

His hand falls from her arm. “No right?” he asks in astonishment. “You came back for me and I have no right? You were all over that man. You might as well have been shagging him right on the dance floor!”

“You’re a bastard.”

“What?”

“You heard me. A right sodding bastard. What right have you got to complain about what I do or who I do it with?” she demanded. “Doesn’t matter to you how I feel about any of it, does it? No, the minute you stop flirting with your little bar tart and I’m not there to pay you any attention you have to go and cause a scene.” The passersby are beginning to give them apprehensive looks as the volume of their conversation gets louder and louder.

“I was defending our relationship—.”

“Our what, Doctor? Because as far as I can see we don’t have anything more than we ever had before!”

“How the hell can you think that?”

“How the hell can I not?” He grabs a hold of her wrist and drags her into a nearby alley between buildings. “What are you doing?”

“Getting us away from prying eyes and ears,” he says hustling her to the far end. “Now explain yourself.” He backs her into the wall.

“Do I get a ‘young lady’ after that?” she snarls. “You’re not my mother and I’m not the same hapless teenager you first met.” He eyes her steadily. “If you can carry on with some cheap tramp, why can’t I have a single dance with—?”

“With this planet’s version of Casanova? I think not.”

“Who says it’s up to you? Why do you even care? Why is it okay for you to slobber all over that woman and I—.”

“I wasn’t slobbering. I wasn’t even touching. She had information I needed.”

“I don’t care much for your method of acquiring information,” she snaps.

“I was not flirting. I would not do that to you. I was simply being friendly.” His hands tighten on her shoulders, his body moving closer.

“Oh, please. Even Jack thought you were flirting and Jack knows flirting,” Rose said. “It’s what you were doing. It’s what you always do. Except with me. Not since I came back,” she says. He can hear a slight quaver through the anger in her voice. “Why the hell did I ever think being with you this time would be any different? There’s always going to be a Jabe, or a Lynda with a Y, or a Reinette.” He winces.

“And what were Adam and Jack to you, then?” he accuses. “What is Timbral?”

“Nothing!” She takes in a deep gasping breath. “It was always you. All those years apart, I never once thought that being back with you would hurt more than being away from you. I forgot. And I don’t know if it’s worth the pain.” Her voice is shaking now, and he can see the tears glistening in her eyes as she struggles not to shed them.

He takes a step back and drops his arms. “Well, it’s too late to change your mind. I told you when you made your choice that this is permanent.”

“Damn it, I know that! I know I can’t go back to the other universe. I know I can’t see my mother or Tony or Pete again. I thought it was worth it. I thought you and I were…how many times can I get it wrong?” she asks.

“You don’t have it wrong. You should know by now how I feel about you.”

“How? You won’t tell me!” she explodes.

“Yes, I will. I did,” he says. “I said it that night that this was permanent.” He gestures between himself and Rose.

“What?” she asks, confused.

“Your first night back, after we’d taken your mum back home and came back to this universe and dropped everyone off, we had that long talk.”

“The one where I said I loved you and you didn’t say it back?” she snaps. “Again. Yeah, I remember it.” He winces at the anger still in her tone.

“Do you? Because I said it that night, Rose. I said this is permanent. You and me. I said I’d give you whatever time you needed to settle back in and when you were ready to come to me. You haven’t.”

“You meant…us?” she asks hesitantly. Hope was flickering faintly in her voice.

“Of course us. We are permanent.”

“I thought you meant the universe closing was permanent.”

“No. This. Us. We are permanent. You and me, Rose. Forever, just like we promised before I ever lost you,” he says. “But you never came to me. I didn’t think you were ready.”

“Why didn’t you just say that?”

“I did.”

“In words normal people can understand,” she says exasperated. “All we’ve been doing for weeks is living our old life. I thought you didn’t want more. I thought you didn’t want me. Not like that.”

“Oh, I want more, with you, like that,” he says. He pushes up against her, his hard lines sinking into her soft curves. His body responds to their proximity and he hardens against her stomach. Her eyes widen as she looks up at him. He’s crushing her into the hard brick wall, but she’s not complaining as his mouth finds hers and the tension she’s been holding in her lips melts away.

It is a kiss that claims possession. It says, ‘I am yours and you are mine.’ He knows that he is bruising her lips, but now that he’s breached the final wall between them he simply can’t stop. He explores her mouth aggressively, battles her tongue for dominance in this new dance. He wants to taste every corner, find every secret that she holds.

It’s like he’s pushed a button on her and all hesitation, all restraint has fled. Rose yanks his shirt up out of his trousers and her hand finds bare skin beneath it. Her other hand holds the back of his head, fingers laced through his hair. She pulls him closer, though he wouldn’t have thought it possible until she does so. Her tongue strokes wildly against his and he lets her win the battle. The kiss moves into his mouth and even though he’s no longer fighting for control she remains frantic. Her tongue darts to and fro and when it brushes across the roof of his mouth his startled groan of pleasure fills the night around them.

He pushes into her again and then she’s pushing back. Confused he breaks their kiss to see why. She’s unbuttoning his shirt and he’s never been gladder that he skipped the undershirt and tie today on this too hot planet than he is as her hands run firmly over the lithe, firm muscles of his torso. Thinking turnabout is fair play he quickly flicks open the buttons on her blouse and unhooks her bra, shoving it out of his way. He breathes in deeply in appreciation at the beautiful sight and then falls to his knees before her, one hand kneading and caressing her left breast while his mouth begins feasting on her right. Her hands move back into his hair and as her fingers play in the silky mass he feels himself hardening further. He is more than ready to be inside her, but he’s not yet ready to give up the tempting bud he’s sucked into his mouth.

He circles it narrowly with his tongue bringing it to a high, harsh point. His thumb does duplicate duty on the other side as each nipple seeks to be the one that can grow tallest under his deliberate onslaught. Rose lets out a little cry of pleasure, leaning heavily against the wall now. He reaches up under her skirt with his free hand and she widens her stance as his fingers brush against her femininity. He runs them softly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, before sliding one finger under the elastic to trace the outermost edge of her labia. Her knickers are damp with desire.

Rose shudders and he redoubles his efforts on her breasts. He brushes his finger down the entirety of her sex then inveigles it between her soft folds. He strokes firmly against her clitoris and she cries out with a soft little mewling sound of encouragement. He plays with her clit, slipping more fingers beneath the silken cloth and her nipples are not ignored as he sucks harder, tweaks harder. He keeps his thumb firmly on her clit and seeks out her entrance, his fingers now soaked with her arousal. He plunges two fingers inside her and works them swiftly. It doesn’t take her long to come and she floods his hand with her juices.

She goes limp and he holds her in place for a moment before she steadies. He releases her nipple with a resounding pop, licks his fingers clean, and then uses both hands to tug off her knickers. He places them in his pocket and stands up then undoes his fly. Rose reaches inside and he hisses as her fingers close around him. She gently strokes his length and slowly pulls him free of his boxer briefs. She tugs her miniskirt up higher and then he lifts her up, her back against the wall, her bum cradled in his hands.

Rose reaches between them grabbing a hold of him again and guiding him neatly to her entrance. With a determined shove he’s inside her. He growls slightly at the sudden fit, the tightness of her inner walls as she flexes her muscles around him. She grabs onto his shoulders and tells him in a passion-roughened voice, “Go,” she says. “Hard.” He does, lifting her higher and then pushing deeply back inside of her. It’s as fast and as hard as he can make it. Each thrust is made with intent, telling her in no uncertain terms that she belongs to him.

She meets him as best she can in her precarious position. She’s lost any sense of propriety and he never cared about it in the first place as he shags her roughly against the wall. She lets out a howl of pleasure and his head falls back, his own animalistic sounds of pleasure allowed to escape into the sultry night. He plunges deep and fast and hard and feels the advent of his orgasm glimmering on the horizon. “You belong to me,” Rose says in a throaty growl.

“As much as you belong to me,” he responds in a voice so thick with passion he barely recognizes it as his own. “We,” he thrusts, “are,” he withdraws again, “permanent.” His final thrust finds his balls tightening and releasing and he is spilling his seed deeply inside her. She shudders at the force of his final thrusts and a second orgasm overcomes her, milking the last of his from his body.

He stumbles a bit and lets Rose back down. She leans against the wall heavily and he leans against her, panting to recover. He gives her a minute and then kisses her again, this time with all the sweet tenderness he’d been unable to show the first time. Slowly they break apart and he hands her back her knickers from his pocket. He puts himself away while she slips the knickers back on and fixes her bra and blouse.

He buttons his shirt and when they are both presentable he offers her his hand. “Back to the TARDIS?” he asks. She nods and steps forward, taking his hand. They are halfway down the alley when he says, “I will say it. I can’t say it now, not until we formalize this union, but after…I will say it. I do feel it,” he tells her. “You know that, don’t you?”

“I do now,” she whispers. He hugs her tightly to him.

“Don’t ever think that I don’t.”

“I never will again.”

They walk back to the TARDIS his arm around her shoulders, hers wrapped about his waist. The Doctor knows there is still a long way to go. Rose hasn’t commented on his words about formalizing their union. He doesn’t know if she’s just too full of other thoughts or if the importance of it passed her by unnoticed. Still, there will be time enough later to talk of bonding. At least now she’s sure of him. They reach the ship and he lets them in.

He fingers the small, golden brown, velvet box in his pocket. It contains the ring he bought for Rose at the bazaar on Salgis, the same day she’d bought a weather predictor made of bazoolium for her mother. It feels like a hundred years ago, but the feelings are still there. They’ve never changed. They never will. Even if he can’t say it yet, he loves her. He loves her with all that he is, all that he was, and all that he ever will be. He won’t ever let her doubt it again.