Life Viewed Through an Amber Focus

Deciding to Wait

“Maybe I should start working on that serum tonight.  I’ll need some more blood, though,” the Doctor said as he scraped the last of the food from his plate with a piece of bread.  He took a deep drink of milk.  “You can really cook.  You know that?”

“Thanks.  It was a survival method growing up with my mum.  Might not be a bad idea, the serum,” agreed Rose.  “I was awfully close to saying screw this, let’s shag.”  The Doctor choked and milk spewed across the table.

Talking and Wanting

“Doctor, are you in my head?”  She demanded suddenly pulling away from him and rolling towards the wall until she was out of his reach.  He whimpered and put his arms out for her.  “No!” she said sharply.  “I don’t like people going into my head without asking.”

“I didn’t,” he said.  “I wouldn’t.”

Temple of Hidden Means

When Rose woke up the next morning she had burrowed her way inside the Doctor’s leather jacket and was resting atop his body.  His t-shirt had been shoved up out of the way and her cheek and arms rested against bare skin.  He could feel his very hard erection trying to escape through his jeans, lined up a little too well with her own body.  For all of her tough talk the night before, she was the one who seemed to be molesting him in her sleep this time around.

Search and Rescue

Late afternoon turned into evening and Rose was starting to get a little bit worried about the Doctor.  When he’d left her to scout ahead he hadn’t given her the impression that he would be terribly long.  Her old tendency to wander off had gotten firmly under control with her Torchwood training but she had a feeling she was going to have to follow after the Doctor.  He’d been gone far longer than she was comfortable with.  Her skin felt prickly and she felt a faint buzz starting in her head.