FICLET: Sleepless
Title: Sleepless
Author: Amy-chan /
aspiringfiction
Pairing: Rose/Nine
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: None that I am conscious of.
Notes: For
rin_sakaguchi, in playful revenge for leaving me hanging two nights running.
It's gotten to the point where she's afraid to be alone with him, not because she thinks he'd try anything but because every month about this time she gets the completely irrational urge to throw caution to the wind and jump his bones.
And he knows it. That's why he procrastinates on all the low-priority, time-intensive repair projects -- so he'll have something to do that involves being stuck in a maintenance shaft for hours on end while she's pacing the TARDIS in quiet sexual frustration eight days after her period.
Actually, it's become a rather domestic ritual. He says nothing. She does nothing. He keeps out of her way. She heads to her bedroom. He doesn't bother her. She pretends not to have been thinking about him the entire time. He remains focused on the necessary maintenance to keep them flying. She remains focused on not interrupting the necessary maintenance.
If she doesn't do something about this soon, it's going to kill her.
~*~*~*~*~
He's had years of practice at this. Within a few months, he's got the particulars of a companion's hormonal cycle down almost to the hour. Most of the time, he knows what's going on before they do. And most of the time, it doesn't bother him all that much. But there's just something about Rose's particular blend of pheromones that makes it very difficult for him to keep in mind the inevitable complications of throwing her over the console and giving her what they both want.
There is absolutely no scientific reason for the cumulative effect of Rose's presence on his willpower, because he knows for a fact that the chemical aspect of this attraction does not increase over time.
Every month that passes, he tells himself that he'll take her up on it if she makes the first move. Every month that passes, she doesn't. Every month that passes, he sleeps less and fantasizes about her more. Even the TARDIS is starting to sympathize with their predicament. She's been breaking down in more creative ways just so he'll have an excuse to stick to the outlying maintenance tunnels.
He's decided that it isn't actually possible to die of unresolved sexual tension, but it'll sure make you wish you could.
~*~*~*~*~
The dream leaves her wet and aching in the dark, and she can't resist the temptation to relive it. She knows just how it'll feel. Cool skin against her flushed body. Pinned between his torso and the mattress. Muscular thighs between hers. Rough hands sliding down her back. The sort of thrusts that make her beg for more. In the dream she knows just what to say to make him give in, but in reality she wouldn't know where to start. All she knows for certain is that she's tired of fighting it, and it's a heady feeling as she rolls out of bed and makes her way to the door.
She rationalizes her frankly irrational behavior by reminding herself that he's perfectly capable of defending his virtue if he feels the need.
~*~*~*~*~
It happens so suddenly that he has to wonder for a moment if he's still dreaming. But no, that Rose was naked, this Rose is in a t-shirt. The kiss is just as passionate, though, and she doesn't think twice as she slides under the covers with him, although he feels her hesitate when she realizes that he was sleeping in the nude.
"Have you finally lost your mind?" he asks, though the words have absolutely no sting to them and more yearning than he's immediately comfortable with.
The kisses don't stop. Her only response to his question comes in the form of one small hand gliding down his abdomen to curl around the part of him whose undivided attention had already been captured and held for ransom by a dream Rose who even now is turning out to be a pale reflection of the real one.
"Bloody took you long enough," he growls lowly. The t-shirt comes off. There wasn't anything beneath it.
Author: Amy-chan /
aspiringfiction
Pairing: Rose/Nine
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: None that I am conscious of.
Notes: For
rin_sakaguchi, in playful revenge for leaving me hanging two nights running.
It's gotten to the point where she's afraid to be alone with him, not because she thinks he'd try anything but because every month about this time she gets the completely irrational urge to throw caution to the wind and jump his bones.
And he knows it. That's why he procrastinates on all the low-priority, time-intensive repair projects -- so he'll have something to do that involves being stuck in a maintenance shaft for hours on end while she's pacing the TARDIS in quiet sexual frustration eight days after her period.
Actually, it's become a rather domestic ritual. He says nothing. She does nothing. He keeps out of her way. She heads to her bedroom. He doesn't bother her. She pretends not to have been thinking about him the entire time. He remains focused on the necessary maintenance to keep them flying. She remains focused on not interrupting the necessary maintenance.
If she doesn't do something about this soon, it's going to kill her.
~*~*~*~*~
He's had years of practice at this. Within a few months, he's got the particulars of a companion's hormonal cycle down almost to the hour. Most of the time, he knows what's going on before they do. And most of the time, it doesn't bother him all that much. But there's just something about Rose's particular blend of pheromones that makes it very difficult for him to keep in mind the inevitable complications of throwing her over the console and giving her what they both want.
There is absolutely no scientific reason for the cumulative effect of Rose's presence on his willpower, because he knows for a fact that the chemical aspect of this attraction does not increase over time.
Every month that passes, he tells himself that he'll take her up on it if she makes the first move. Every month that passes, she doesn't. Every month that passes, he sleeps less and fantasizes about her more. Even the TARDIS is starting to sympathize with their predicament. She's been breaking down in more creative ways just so he'll have an excuse to stick to the outlying maintenance tunnels.
He's decided that it isn't actually possible to die of unresolved sexual tension, but it'll sure make you wish you could.
~*~*~*~*~
The dream leaves her wet and aching in the dark, and she can't resist the temptation to relive it. She knows just how it'll feel. Cool skin against her flushed body. Pinned between his torso and the mattress. Muscular thighs between hers. Rough hands sliding down her back. The sort of thrusts that make her beg for more. In the dream she knows just what to say to make him give in, but in reality she wouldn't know where to start. All she knows for certain is that she's tired of fighting it, and it's a heady feeling as she rolls out of bed and makes her way to the door.
She rationalizes her frankly irrational behavior by reminding herself that he's perfectly capable of defending his virtue if he feels the need.
~*~*~*~*~
It happens so suddenly that he has to wonder for a moment if he's still dreaming. But no, that Rose was naked, this Rose is in a t-shirt. The kiss is just as passionate, though, and she doesn't think twice as she slides under the covers with him, although he feels her hesitate when she realizes that he was sleeping in the nude.
"Have you finally lost your mind?" he asks, though the words have absolutely no sting to them and more yearning than he's immediately comfortable with.
The kisses don't stop. Her only response to his question comes in the form of one small hand gliding down his abdomen to curl around the part of him whose undivided attention had already been captured and held for ransom by a dream Rose who even now is turning out to be a pale reflection of the real one.
"Bloody took you long enough," he growls lowly. The t-shirt comes off. There wasn't anything beneath it.