Fic: The best way to cure (Adult, 1/1)
Title: The best way to cure
Author: carly21
Betareader: naughtybunny23
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult
Summary: "Her Doctor is trapped inside his own body, a worst case scenario surely for a man who never stops, but he is also at her mercy..."
Disclaimer: Not owning anything.
Author's Notes: Written for the sistersofguh End of Summer Doctor/Rose Smut-a-thon. This one has never seen the bin, promise! ;)
The story doesn't really follow a prompt, but my Nine!muse (who scared TenToo!muse away until this was finished...) jumped me when I read the quotes, so maybe a bit of all XD
Thanks goes to naughtybunny23 for betaing this despite her tight schedule and always putting up with me!
The hospital room is sticky with thick, heavy air, the cooling fan on the ceiling providing only small comfort in this heat. Rose Tyler sits at the Doctor's bed, looking down at his motionless form. If only they had never visited this planet...
“Don't look like that, Rose. I've had worse,” the Doctor says, grinning up at her. Seeing her like this is breaking his hearts and makes the wish to be able to move only stronger.
“They'll make this right, yeah?” Rose says, taking his motionless hand in hers, never wishing more he would squeeze it.
He doesn't answer, doesn't know what to say and Rose bit back her tears as she cups his cheek with her free hand, her thumb running over his soft skin. His eyes close in contentment at her touch.
“Miss Tyler?” a nurse asks, standing in the doorway, holding a clipboard tightly in her hands. “A word?”
Rose nods and with a last weak smile at him, she follows the nurse out of the room.
Once she has closed the door, the nurse begins to speak. “We've managed to analyse his blood and found out what sort of poison is causing the partial paralyses,” she says. “He has been bitten by a poisonous spider, called the 'Black Nosh.' The antidote is rather simple, but...”
“But?”
“Miss Tyler, what sort of relationship do you have with Mr Smith?”
Rose hesitates. That's a question she would love to have an answer to as well... “Why?” she says instead. ”What does that have to do with everything?”
“The only known antidote is a distinctive composition of water, minerals, lactate and urea together with human pheromones, also known as sweat.”
“Sweat?”
“Miss Tyler, the fastest way to heal your friend would be for a human to lay skin to skin to him.”
Blushing, Rose looks wide-eyed at the woman. “B- But I... I can't.” Whatever they are, they aren't like that and the very suggestion is... just too damn tempting.
The nurse nods. “We've a few humans on the staff. If you aren't comfortable with the thought, one of them could-”
“No!” Rose cries out, blushing as the nurse raises an eyebrow at her outcry. “No, that's not... I...” Rose sighs deeply and says, “Let me talk to the Doctor first, yeah?”
Her face still red, she returns to the room. Sitting down next to him, Rose takes his hand in hers again, her mind working rapidly on finding a way to break the news to him.
“They know what bit you...” she says after a bit, believing it best to just get it out. ”It was a 'Black Nosh'.”
“Oh...” the Doctor exclaims quietly, evading her eyes.
Rose frowned. “You know it? And the antidote?”
The Doctor tries to nod but groans in frustration when he can't move his head. “Yeah, it's sweat. Human sweat. Rose, you don't have to... I'm sure they can find other ways to cure me.”
Swallowing, she says, “The nurse says they've got humans here... one of them would... you know.”
“Oh...” the Doctor says, then grins at her. “See? All good... you don't have to-”
“You'd rather let one of them...?” Rose whispers quietly.
The Doctor's eyes widen when he sees her crestfallen expression. “No! No, of course not! I just thought you wouldn't want to...”
Rose smiles. “So you wouldn't mind if I...?”
“No, but...” Her smile falters at his 'but'. There always was a 'but'... “Rose, I'm not completely paralysed. If you were to lay beside me-” His voice trembles. “-above me... I... I would...”
“You... would?”
He groans. Does he have to spell it out?! The mere thought of her naked skin touching his anywhere, is enough to make him hard... how is he supposed to control that part of his anatomy when the poison dampers his control on hormonal adjustment? It's a difficult thing to do when he has full control!
“I... Rose, I might have an ulterior motive for all that hugging and hand-holding and... snuggling,” he says, trying to break it gently to her. “You... You're beautiful. And I... I like...”
“You... like?”
He feels himself flushing, a bright red spreading from his cheeks to his ears. “Touching... touching you. I like touching you, which means... I'm sorry, Rose. I understand if you want to go home after this. Just tell the nurse to get someone to heal me and... and we'll be off.”
Rose grins now, a full-fledged toothy grin and he feels more dejected than he ever has in his life. He watches her walk to the door, exchanging a few words with the nurse who smiles in exchange and Rose closes the door... from the inside? “Rose, what-?”
“You like me. You like... touching me?” she asks. “If that's the case then... then I might've some ideas how to heal you faster than any of the other humans here can and...”
“And?” he asks curiously.
“How to make everything... more pleasurable,” Rose says. It's her time to blush now, a determined and confident expression still on her face as she walks back to him.
The nurses took off his clothes earlier to have easier access for medical examinations. Only a thin duvet separated Rose from the body of the man she loves, a tiny barrier keeping her from the sight of many sleepless nights and vivid fantasies.
“Rose, you don't have to,” he repeats and she smiles in return.
“No, I don't have to... but I want to, Doctor. I want you!”
His mouth opens in silent astonishment. How often did he dream about her saying these words? How much did he wish those rosy pink lips to utter them, to voice a want, a need equal to his?
“How can you?” he mutters out, his voice soaked with disbelief. “I'm old and broken! You're still so young and innocent... beautiful! You deserve better!”
“You're a man who has saved the world, the universe, a thousand times. You've saved millions, Doctor, and don't give me that look!” Rose returns, making his words die inside his throat. “There were lives lost, I know, but without you there wouldn't be anything left to lose!”
“Rose...”
She touches his cheek with her oh so warm and human hand, tracing his features gentler than he deserves.
“And now... may I...?” she asks, motioning to his covered body.
He stays silent for a while, still unable to understand. “You want me...”
“I want you.”
“Like I... want you?”
“I hope so.”
A big, goofy grin spread on his face. “Fantastic!”
Rose smiles and turns to remove the sheet covering her body, but the Doctor's voice stops her.
“No,” the Doctor says lowly, surprising her. “You first.”
Rose feels her whole body flush, a familiar warmth pooling in her stomach at his intense gaze and low voice.
He likes to see her like that. Loves to see a blush spreading over her heated skin, intensifying his want for her by a thousand.
“Rose, strip!” he commands, making her jump. Oh, he sure likes that reaction.
She nearly squeaks as he says her name followed by that one command. He is paralysed, reduced to small movements of eyes and mouth and still, he manages to make her squirm, her stomach flutter with one dark gaze at his utterance of a single word so powerful, Rose feels unable to resist.
Shaking hands go to her blouse, opening it button by button, revealing her soft pink bra to him.
“Rose,” he says, drawing out her name, rolling the 'r' so deliciously that she thinks she could come just by hearing it uttered by his lips. “Come here. Want to see you better.”
She does as she is told (how could she not?) and steps over the top of his bed, feeling her face grow even hotter when she looks at his dilated pupils, seeing his eyes wander over her bra, down to her flat stomach.
“Go on,” he simply says.
Rose takes off the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. She opens the single button on her jeans skirt and wriggles out of the tight denim, letting it pool around her feet. Stepping out of both the skirt and her flip-flops (which she won't wear ever again on a planet the Doctor declares as 'safe'... they are terrible for running), she kicks them aside.
Gasping as she notices the Doctor's primal even lusting look, Rose fumbles with the waistband of her knickers, feeling suddenly shy and overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.
His eyes fixate on her fingers then, making her stop the rapid movements. “Off,” he says. “Everything. Off.”
Rose closes her eyes at his tone. Her knickers have to be soaked by now, his voice, his gaze doing things to her insides, she didn't think a man capable of. He isn't a man though... No, the Doctor is so much more!
Trembling hands reach behind her, opening the clasp of her bra as if in a trance. She lets the straps slip down her arms, the lacy undergarment too, falling to the floor, revealing pert breasts and hard nipples to him.
He licks his lips, his fingertips twitching with the slightest of movements. She knows, he wants to touch her, squeezing her breasts, rolling the erect nipples between his fingertips.
“G-Go on,” he says, his voice finally wavering, shaking.
She feels more confident now and smirks as she reaches down to her knickers. Now knowing how much she can affect him, Rose decides to do his bidding no longer... not without teasing.
She slips one finger under the waistband, stretching the material, revealing only an inch, not more to his hungry gaze. Then she lets it slap back, laughing as he growls at her.
“Rose.” His commanding, threatening tone again, makes her wetter and wetter and she has to resist now to give in to it. Her Doctor is trapped inside his own body, the worst case scenario surely for a man who never stops, but he is also at her mercy, her’s and the reactions of his own body... his excitement now clearly showing through the thin duvet.
She decides to take a step further, climbs onto the bed, one knee on each side of his body, just over the clear bulge. Sinking down a bit, touching his erect cock just barely through the thin material, Rose grins as he hisses at the contact.
She begins to draw small circles with her hips, enjoying the light sparks the short contact sends all over her body and even more so the Doctor's gasps as she rubs against him. He grows even harder under her ministrations.
“You're playing a dangerous game, Rose Tyler,” he says between gritted teeth, his eyes completely dark as they glower at her.
“Doesn't look very dangerous to me,” Rose says, stopping her movements and riding up to sit on his stomach, just in front of his cock. “You can't escape, can't move, can't stop me... do you want to stop me?”
She reaches behind her, her hand gently stroking up and down his covered shaft. His eyes roll back inside his head. Reduced to growls and groans, he bites his bottom lip to keep from shouting out.
“Do you...” She gives his cock a sharp tuck, making him suck in a breath. “...want to...” She strokes it again, fingers gently sending waves of pleasure through his body until they reach the tip. “...stop me?” Her hand vanishes from his covered member (he nearly phrased his dismay) and slips under the duvet from the side, grabbing it now skin to skin. This time he does shout out, his cock twitching between hot fingers on cool skin.
“Rose, please!”
He's begging now, making her feel decidedly smug. “All you'd to do is ask nicely...” she says, turning around and leaning down, breasts sliding against his chest as she presses a short kiss to his mouth. It was supposed to be short at least, but like many things in their life, it doesn't go as planned as his tongue reaches out to touch her lips. She grants him entrance, unable to resist temptation to taste him fully, tongues slide against each other, teeth graze against lips. She touches his face, fingers line his defined cheekbones, wander to his ears, scratch behind them and caress his head through short-cropped hair.
“Rose...” he whispers her name again as she comes up for air, his voice rasp, drunken with desire and as she sees his swollen lips, dark gaze full of desire, want, need and that tiny spark of love and admiration he's always unable to hide from her, Rose decides it is enough.
Enough waiting, wanting, repressing.
She climbs down from him, smiling reassuringly when seeing his questioning, worried gaze. Taking off the last piece of clothing hiding her from him, her knickers more than soaked by now, she looks at him from under her eyelashes, letting the undergarment drop on the pile on the floor.
“Like what you see?” she asks, before turning her head to look at his still covered cock. Precum has built a tiny, wet spot on the duvet. “Suppose you do...” She worries her bottom lip, looking back to meet his heated gaze. “What do you want me to do, Doctor?”
He stays silent, his lack of words saying more than he ever could.
Rose flushes. “Tell me, Doctor,” she demands, her voice soft.
“Taste you,” he says and as she touches her lips, he adds, “Not there.”
Rose swallows as understanding dawned. Looking back at the erect cock showing through its coverage, she asks, “But you... aren't you... close?”
He smirks, a full-fledged smug grin and she curses inwardly as she realises the loss of control on her part. “Time Lord, me. While the poison does a fine job of keeping me from moving and dampers my control, I'm still able to level certain kinds of hormones. So, don't fret. I'll last.”
Arching an eyebrow as she recognises the challenging undertone inside his voice, she has the sudden urge to prove him wrong. “Wanna bet on that, Doctor?”
His eyes darken. “What's the stake?”
“If you win, you can do everything, and I mean everything to me you want for a week... If I win-” She lets two fingers wander down his chest, stopping just where the duvet begins to hide him. “-you'll be my Time Lord slave for one week as well... Earth week, not some two hours long one on Tallagapity or something.”
“Tanneganity,” the Doctor corrects her, making Rose roll her eyes. Here she is, being all naked and seductive and he still thinks he ought to correct her.
“Whatever. Are you in?”
He grins and no more words are necessary.
She climbs back on the bed, knees still resting next to the Doctor, scrutinising him with a thoughtful look. If she wants to win this bet, there are several ways to go for it... doing exactly what he wants, being the least fun of them.
Rose grins sheepishly at him. Once again kneeing over him, she looks down at the frowning Doctor.
“You want to taste me, yeah?” She doesn't wait for an answer, letting one of her hands wander down her body, across her flat stomach, over her mons pubis and between her wet folds. Closing her eyes, she imagines her fingers to be his, drawing small circles around her centre and dipping in two fingers, her wetness making access easy and coating her digits.
She sees the Doctor staring at her with open mouth as she pleasures herself, feeling excitement enhancing at being watched by the man she loves.
Removing her fingers, holding them up for him to see them glistering with her juices, Rose smirks at him. “So, taste me,” she says, placing her fingers on his lips.
Opening his mouth, he sucks them in, licking every last drop of her fingers. Heat rises once again in Rose's body, the enthusiasm with which the Doctor tastes her enough to light her up like a flame. She withdraws her fingers, smirking as he glares at her for taking away his sweet and turns around on the bed, now sitting with her back to his head.
“Rose, what are-”
He doesn't come any further as Rose removes the duvet of his upper body and slowly exposes his erection. She looks at him curiously, like a cat watching its prey before pouncing. He is just the right size, neither too long nor too thick and certainly not lacking either way. Closing her fist around him, she moves her hand up and down, her fingers sliding over his cool flesh. She wonders how it will feel to have him inside her, him thrusting in and out until he loses control and spills his seed inside of her. Oh, she wants to see him like that... abandoning rational thought, his whole body striving for release until he comes. And not only that... no, she wants to be the one making him feel like that! Not some alien woman who is pretty for her species, but ordinary plain Rose Tyler, former shopgirl from London.
Rose smiles as she continues her ministrations, the Doctor's grunts spurting her on. He doesn't think of her as plain or ordinary, though... and if a nine-hundred-year-old magnificent man takes her across time and space, keeps enjoying her company despite her breaking the most important rule... how could she be?
Feeling him twitch inside her hands, she braces herself up on her knees and leans down, kissing the tip of his cock.
“Rose!” the Doctor cries out, the sudden heat of her breath combined with her soft lips touching him nearly enough to make him come undone. He breathes in deeply, willing that particular body part of him back under control. He has an ace up his sleeve and doesn't want to reveal it too soon...
Spurred on by the Doctor's previous reaction, Rose takes the head of him into her mouth while continuing to pleasure the rest of him with her hands. Slowly, she moves her tongue over his head, tasting the bit of precum that moisturised the duvet before and licking around his tip.
She hears the Doctor's breathing speeding up and knows he won't last. Thinking the bet is as good as won, Rose takes him deeper into her mouth, now moving her head up and down while stroking what she can't take in with her hands.
“Rose...” she hears him, uttering her name quietly, like a prayer even. Releasing him with a 'plop', she sits up and turns her head to him.
Smiling, her lips still glistering with her saliva, she says, “Ready to admit defeat?”
He breathes deeply, pupils diluted, his eyes the darkest shade of blue, she has ever seen them in. “Make me.”
Two simple words and still their effect was enormous. Rose flushes, a deep red beginning on her cheeks and ending between her breasts. He must feel her wetness on his stomach by now, feel her heat, her want for him to enter, fuck her senseless. Oh, how she would love for him to move...
What he would give to move... he would show Rose Tyler his moves, his abilities, what sets him apart from all her pretty boys. He would make her scream as he maps her body with his hands, his tongue. He would make her come again and again and again, until she begs for mercy, for some time to rest, so her human body can calm down.
He would hold her... kiss her then, keeping her close and basking in her heat.
He wants to move.
Rose's smile freezes as she suddenly sees desperation, sadness combined with the want he showed before.
“Doctor?” she asks, placing a hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes at her touch.
“I want to move, Rose. I want to touch you so, so badly! I...”
Her lips are suddenly on his, moving desperately over his own. He returns the kiss eagerly, glad of being able to leave his passive role and do something. He sucks on her bottom lip, teeth biting gently as her lips move against him, her tongue plunging into his mouth.
They stop after a while, Rose gasping for air and the Doctor being a little short for breath as well.
“Love you,” Rose says, her chest heaving heavily. “I love you, Doctor.”
Grinning broadly, he says, “Fantastic!” and she returns the grin, knowing his feelings without telling.
After pecking him quickly on the lips, she says, “We'll do this properly later, yeah? I want you to touch me as well...” She grasps behind her, making him gasp as her hand closes once again around him. “But first, we'll take care of this little problem, yeah?”
“That you... even ask,” he says, his breathing quickening with her hands' movement. “Always... always want... you. Rose!”
She giggles as he cried out her name. Letting go, Rose goes backwards on her knees, positioning herself over him.
“Ready?” she asks as she grabs his cock, guiding it to her entrance.
“Yes!” the Doctor says, groaning when she sinks onto him, taking him inside of her in one quick move.
He feels... wonderful inside of her. There is just no better way to describe it. He fills her up, fitting her body like he was made to be. Rose begins to move above him, sliding up and down his length, squeezing her walls around him in time with her moving.
He gasps and groans and moans. His eyes closed, he tries to hold back, tries to control his body enough to make this sensation last. Oh, he knows it won't be the only time. They'll never be able to go back from this, to return to friendship and suppressed feelings. He doesn't want to... doesn't want to lose her, her love for him. Then and there, he feels better than he has in his whole life. He forgets the past when he is with her, inside of her, is happy and content to live in the 'now'.
“Doctor...” she moans, her hands roaming over his upper body as she moves on him, her tight walls sliding his shaft up and down. “Waited... too long... oh, god!”
He grits his teeth as she cries out, her desire and passion nearly enough to drive him over the edge. Rose begins to move faster, apparently nearing her release and determined to make him come with her. Not one to decline an invitation like that, the Doctor lets go of the little control he has left. He comes just as her walls tighten around him, clenching around his hard, pulsing shaft until he spills his cool seed inside of her, milking him of every drop.
Rose sinks down, her upper body coming to rest atop of his, her blonde locks tickling his chin as she breaths heavily.
“Amazing. Utterly... amazing,” she mutters, her eyes closed as her thundering heart slowed down.
“Love you... so much.”
He grins, noticing a tingling sensation inside his body that has nothing to do with the fantastic sex, they just had.
In one swift motion, his arms close around her, making her squeak in surprise as he spins them around to lay on top of her.
“You... you can move,” Rose says, her eyes wide as his face is suddenly mere inches away from her own, his cool breath tickling her skin.
“I can move,” he says smugly, one of his hands wandering up and down her side, making her shiver in its wake. “I can touch...” His hand comes to her face, cupping her cheek and tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. “I can make love to you.”
He suddenly enters her again, his cock already rock hard even after the earth-crushing orgasm he has had before.
Rose moans, her eyes widening as he fills her again. “But... but how? How can you move already? How...” She gasps as he thrusts into her, his mouth finding her nipple in time to his thrust. “How can you... already...?”
“Told you I'll last,” he answers after releasing her nipple with a gentle bite that made Rose buck her hips. “Superior Time Lord physiology... I can come as many time as I want.”
“That's... that's cheating,” Rose mumbles, her breathing speeding up in time with his gentle thrusts. She is already so close again... “Couldn't win the bet in the first place.”
“Not cheating...” he says, grunting. “Just withheld some information. Impressed?”
Rose cried out as he thrusts hardly into her, making him grin. “Thought so,” he says, drawing up her leg and laying it on his shoulder to speed up his pace.
Her arms come around his neck, drawing his head down for a deep kiss, the touch of their lips and tongues only interrupted by her soft moans and gasps.
His hand touches her centre, eliciting sparks of pleasure inside her body as he rubs it. “This is what healed me, Rose Tyler,” he says, his hand wandering to the place where they are joined, coating his fingers with the wetness he finds there. “Your want, your need for me. Your delicious-” He sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, never once slowing down his thrusts. “-wetness. Your sweat helped as well, but ultimately-” He grunts as he hit her in just the right spot, already feeling another orgasm forming deep inside of him. “-it was your strong pheromones, doing the healing. All those hormones... Humans... fantastic!”
Rose screams as wave after wave of pleasure crushes down on her, her body shuddering, trembling as stars explode before her eyes. Once again she clenches around the Doctor's hard cock, feeling him pulsing as he too finds his second release, filling her up with his seed, his body shaking against her, inside her until he is completely spend.
They stop, grinning broadly at each other in their haze. The Doctor lays down her leg, kissing the top of her naked foot while slipping out of her body, his cock finally softening.
He comes down beside her, pulling her into his embrace, her hard nipples sliding against his firm chest. The feeling is... unbelievable. Too good to be true and still it is just that. Not even his fantasies are as vivid as this.
“Best sex in the universe or not... you still didn't win the bet,” Rose mumbles in the crook of his neck, making him laugh at her words as well as her tickling breath.
“Don't have to, Rose Tyler,” he says with a lop-sided grin. “The things I'm planning to do to you... Oh, I promise you, you won't complain.”
Rose blushes, hiding her face in his neck, knowing one thing for sure:
He has never been more right.
Author: carly21
Betareader: naughtybunny23
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult
Summary: "Her Doctor is trapped inside his own body, a worst case scenario surely for a man who never stops, but he is also at her mercy..."
Disclaimer: Not owning anything.
Author's Notes: Written for the sistersofguh End of Summer Doctor/Rose Smut-a-thon. This one has never seen the bin, promise! ;)
The story doesn't really follow a prompt, but my Nine!muse (who scared TenToo!muse away until this was finished...) jumped me when I read the quotes, so maybe a bit of all XD
Thanks goes to naughtybunny23 for betaing this despite her tight schedule and always putting up with me!
The hospital room is sticky with thick, heavy air, the cooling fan on the ceiling providing only small comfort in this heat. Rose Tyler sits at the Doctor's bed, looking down at his motionless form. If only they had never visited this planet...
“Don't look like that, Rose. I've had worse,” the Doctor says, grinning up at her. Seeing her like this is breaking his hearts and makes the wish to be able to move only stronger.
“They'll make this right, yeah?” Rose says, taking his motionless hand in hers, never wishing more he would squeeze it.
He doesn't answer, doesn't know what to say and Rose bit back her tears as she cups his cheek with her free hand, her thumb running over his soft skin. His eyes close in contentment at her touch.
“Miss Tyler?” a nurse asks, standing in the doorway, holding a clipboard tightly in her hands. “A word?”
Rose nods and with a last weak smile at him, she follows the nurse out of the room.
Once she has closed the door, the nurse begins to speak. “We've managed to analyse his blood and found out what sort of poison is causing the partial paralyses,” she says. “He has been bitten by a poisonous spider, called the 'Black Nosh.' The antidote is rather simple, but...”
“But?”
“Miss Tyler, what sort of relationship do you have with Mr Smith?”
Rose hesitates. That's a question she would love to have an answer to as well... “Why?” she says instead. ”What does that have to do with everything?”
“The only known antidote is a distinctive composition of water, minerals, lactate and urea together with human pheromones, also known as sweat.”
“Sweat?”
“Miss Tyler, the fastest way to heal your friend would be for a human to lay skin to skin to him.”
Blushing, Rose looks wide-eyed at the woman. “B- But I... I can't.” Whatever they are, they aren't like that and the very suggestion is... just too damn tempting.
The nurse nods. “We've a few humans on the staff. If you aren't comfortable with the thought, one of them could-”
“No!” Rose cries out, blushing as the nurse raises an eyebrow at her outcry. “No, that's not... I...” Rose sighs deeply and says, “Let me talk to the Doctor first, yeah?”
Her face still red, she returns to the room. Sitting down next to him, Rose takes his hand in hers again, her mind working rapidly on finding a way to break the news to him.
“They know what bit you...” she says after a bit, believing it best to just get it out. ”It was a 'Black Nosh'.”
“Oh...” the Doctor exclaims quietly, evading her eyes.
Rose frowned. “You know it? And the antidote?”
The Doctor tries to nod but groans in frustration when he can't move his head. “Yeah, it's sweat. Human sweat. Rose, you don't have to... I'm sure they can find other ways to cure me.”
Swallowing, she says, “The nurse says they've got humans here... one of them would... you know.”
“Oh...” the Doctor says, then grins at her. “See? All good... you don't have to-”
“You'd rather let one of them...?” Rose whispers quietly.
The Doctor's eyes widen when he sees her crestfallen expression. “No! No, of course not! I just thought you wouldn't want to...”
Rose smiles. “So you wouldn't mind if I...?”
“No, but...” Her smile falters at his 'but'. There always was a 'but'... “Rose, I'm not completely paralysed. If you were to lay beside me-” His voice trembles. “-above me... I... I would...”
“You... would?”
He groans. Does he have to spell it out?! The mere thought of her naked skin touching his anywhere, is enough to make him hard... how is he supposed to control that part of his anatomy when the poison dampers his control on hormonal adjustment? It's a difficult thing to do when he has full control!
“I... Rose, I might have an ulterior motive for all that hugging and hand-holding and... snuggling,” he says, trying to break it gently to her. “You... You're beautiful. And I... I like...”
“You... like?”
He feels himself flushing, a bright red spreading from his cheeks to his ears. “Touching... touching you. I like touching you, which means... I'm sorry, Rose. I understand if you want to go home after this. Just tell the nurse to get someone to heal me and... and we'll be off.”
Rose grins now, a full-fledged toothy grin and he feels more dejected than he ever has in his life. He watches her walk to the door, exchanging a few words with the nurse who smiles in exchange and Rose closes the door... from the inside? “Rose, what-?”
“You like me. You like... touching me?” she asks. “If that's the case then... then I might've some ideas how to heal you faster than any of the other humans here can and...”
“And?” he asks curiously.
“How to make everything... more pleasurable,” Rose says. It's her time to blush now, a determined and confident expression still on her face as she walks back to him.
The nurses took off his clothes earlier to have easier access for medical examinations. Only a thin duvet separated Rose from the body of the man she loves, a tiny barrier keeping her from the sight of many sleepless nights and vivid fantasies.
“Rose, you don't have to,” he repeats and she smiles in return.
“No, I don't have to... but I want to, Doctor. I want you!”
His mouth opens in silent astonishment. How often did he dream about her saying these words? How much did he wish those rosy pink lips to utter them, to voice a want, a need equal to his?
“How can you?” he mutters out, his voice soaked with disbelief. “I'm old and broken! You're still so young and innocent... beautiful! You deserve better!”
“You're a man who has saved the world, the universe, a thousand times. You've saved millions, Doctor, and don't give me that look!” Rose returns, making his words die inside his throat. “There were lives lost, I know, but without you there wouldn't be anything left to lose!”
“Rose...”
She touches his cheek with her oh so warm and human hand, tracing his features gentler than he deserves.
“And now... may I...?” she asks, motioning to his covered body.
He stays silent for a while, still unable to understand. “You want me...”
“I want you.”
“Like I... want you?”
“I hope so.”
A big, goofy grin spread on his face. “Fantastic!”
Rose smiles and turns to remove the sheet covering her body, but the Doctor's voice stops her.
“No,” the Doctor says lowly, surprising her. “You first.”
Rose feels her whole body flush, a familiar warmth pooling in her stomach at his intense gaze and low voice.
He likes to see her like that. Loves to see a blush spreading over her heated skin, intensifying his want for her by a thousand.
“Rose, strip!” he commands, making her jump. Oh, he sure likes that reaction.
She nearly squeaks as he says her name followed by that one command. He is paralysed, reduced to small movements of eyes and mouth and still, he manages to make her squirm, her stomach flutter with one dark gaze at his utterance of a single word so powerful, Rose feels unable to resist.
Shaking hands go to her blouse, opening it button by button, revealing her soft pink bra to him.
“Rose,” he says, drawing out her name, rolling the 'r' so deliciously that she thinks she could come just by hearing it uttered by his lips. “Come here. Want to see you better.”
She does as she is told (how could she not?) and steps over the top of his bed, feeling her face grow even hotter when she looks at his dilated pupils, seeing his eyes wander over her bra, down to her flat stomach.
“Go on,” he simply says.
Rose takes off the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. She opens the single button on her jeans skirt and wriggles out of the tight denim, letting it pool around her feet. Stepping out of both the skirt and her flip-flops (which she won't wear ever again on a planet the Doctor declares as 'safe'... they are terrible for running), she kicks them aside.
Gasping as she notices the Doctor's primal even lusting look, Rose fumbles with the waistband of her knickers, feeling suddenly shy and overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.
His eyes fixate on her fingers then, making her stop the rapid movements. “Off,” he says. “Everything. Off.”
Rose closes her eyes at his tone. Her knickers have to be soaked by now, his voice, his gaze doing things to her insides, she didn't think a man capable of. He isn't a man though... No, the Doctor is so much more!
Trembling hands reach behind her, opening the clasp of her bra as if in a trance. She lets the straps slip down her arms, the lacy undergarment too, falling to the floor, revealing pert breasts and hard nipples to him.
He licks his lips, his fingertips twitching with the slightest of movements. She knows, he wants to touch her, squeezing her breasts, rolling the erect nipples between his fingertips.
“G-Go on,” he says, his voice finally wavering, shaking.
She feels more confident now and smirks as she reaches down to her knickers. Now knowing how much she can affect him, Rose decides to do his bidding no longer... not without teasing.
She slips one finger under the waistband, stretching the material, revealing only an inch, not more to his hungry gaze. Then she lets it slap back, laughing as he growls at her.
“Rose.” His commanding, threatening tone again, makes her wetter and wetter and she has to resist now to give in to it. Her Doctor is trapped inside his own body, the worst case scenario surely for a man who never stops, but he is also at her mercy, her’s and the reactions of his own body... his excitement now clearly showing through the thin duvet.
She decides to take a step further, climbs onto the bed, one knee on each side of his body, just over the clear bulge. Sinking down a bit, touching his erect cock just barely through the thin material, Rose grins as he hisses at the contact.
She begins to draw small circles with her hips, enjoying the light sparks the short contact sends all over her body and even more so the Doctor's gasps as she rubs against him. He grows even harder under her ministrations.
“You're playing a dangerous game, Rose Tyler,” he says between gritted teeth, his eyes completely dark as they glower at her.
“Doesn't look very dangerous to me,” Rose says, stopping her movements and riding up to sit on his stomach, just in front of his cock. “You can't escape, can't move, can't stop me... do you want to stop me?”
She reaches behind her, her hand gently stroking up and down his covered shaft. His eyes roll back inside his head. Reduced to growls and groans, he bites his bottom lip to keep from shouting out.
“Do you...” She gives his cock a sharp tuck, making him suck in a breath. “...want to...” She strokes it again, fingers gently sending waves of pleasure through his body until they reach the tip. “...stop me?” Her hand vanishes from his covered member (he nearly phrased his dismay) and slips under the duvet from the side, grabbing it now skin to skin. This time he does shout out, his cock twitching between hot fingers on cool skin.
“Rose, please!”
He's begging now, making her feel decidedly smug. “All you'd to do is ask nicely...” she says, turning around and leaning down, breasts sliding against his chest as she presses a short kiss to his mouth. It was supposed to be short at least, but like many things in their life, it doesn't go as planned as his tongue reaches out to touch her lips. She grants him entrance, unable to resist temptation to taste him fully, tongues slide against each other, teeth graze against lips. She touches his face, fingers line his defined cheekbones, wander to his ears, scratch behind them and caress his head through short-cropped hair.
“Rose...” he whispers her name again as she comes up for air, his voice rasp, drunken with desire and as she sees his swollen lips, dark gaze full of desire, want, need and that tiny spark of love and admiration he's always unable to hide from her, Rose decides it is enough.
Enough waiting, wanting, repressing.
She climbs down from him, smiling reassuringly when seeing his questioning, worried gaze. Taking off the last piece of clothing hiding her from him, her knickers more than soaked by now, she looks at him from under her eyelashes, letting the undergarment drop on the pile on the floor.
“Like what you see?” she asks, before turning her head to look at his still covered cock. Precum has built a tiny, wet spot on the duvet. “Suppose you do...” She worries her bottom lip, looking back to meet his heated gaze. “What do you want me to do, Doctor?”
He stays silent, his lack of words saying more than he ever could.
Rose flushes. “Tell me, Doctor,” she demands, her voice soft.
“Taste you,” he says and as she touches her lips, he adds, “Not there.”
Rose swallows as understanding dawned. Looking back at the erect cock showing through its coverage, she asks, “But you... aren't you... close?”
He smirks, a full-fledged smug grin and she curses inwardly as she realises the loss of control on her part. “Time Lord, me. While the poison does a fine job of keeping me from moving and dampers my control, I'm still able to level certain kinds of hormones. So, don't fret. I'll last.”
Arching an eyebrow as she recognises the challenging undertone inside his voice, she has the sudden urge to prove him wrong. “Wanna bet on that, Doctor?”
His eyes darken. “What's the stake?”
“If you win, you can do everything, and I mean everything to me you want for a week... If I win-” She lets two fingers wander down his chest, stopping just where the duvet begins to hide him. “-you'll be my Time Lord slave for one week as well... Earth week, not some two hours long one on Tallagapity or something.”
“Tanneganity,” the Doctor corrects her, making Rose roll her eyes. Here she is, being all naked and seductive and he still thinks he ought to correct her.
“Whatever. Are you in?”
He grins and no more words are necessary.
She climbs back on the bed, knees still resting next to the Doctor, scrutinising him with a thoughtful look. If she wants to win this bet, there are several ways to go for it... doing exactly what he wants, being the least fun of them.
Rose grins sheepishly at him. Once again kneeing over him, she looks down at the frowning Doctor.
“You want to taste me, yeah?” She doesn't wait for an answer, letting one of her hands wander down her body, across her flat stomach, over her mons pubis and between her wet folds. Closing her eyes, she imagines her fingers to be his, drawing small circles around her centre and dipping in two fingers, her wetness making access easy and coating her digits.
She sees the Doctor staring at her with open mouth as she pleasures herself, feeling excitement enhancing at being watched by the man she loves.
Removing her fingers, holding them up for him to see them glistering with her juices, Rose smirks at him. “So, taste me,” she says, placing her fingers on his lips.
Opening his mouth, he sucks them in, licking every last drop of her fingers. Heat rises once again in Rose's body, the enthusiasm with which the Doctor tastes her enough to light her up like a flame. She withdraws her fingers, smirking as he glares at her for taking away his sweet and turns around on the bed, now sitting with her back to his head.
“Rose, what are-”
He doesn't come any further as Rose removes the duvet of his upper body and slowly exposes his erection. She looks at him curiously, like a cat watching its prey before pouncing. He is just the right size, neither too long nor too thick and certainly not lacking either way. Closing her fist around him, she moves her hand up and down, her fingers sliding over his cool flesh. She wonders how it will feel to have him inside her, him thrusting in and out until he loses control and spills his seed inside of her. Oh, she wants to see him like that... abandoning rational thought, his whole body striving for release until he comes. And not only that... no, she wants to be the one making him feel like that! Not some alien woman who is pretty for her species, but ordinary plain Rose Tyler, former shopgirl from London.
Rose smiles as she continues her ministrations, the Doctor's grunts spurting her on. He doesn't think of her as plain or ordinary, though... and if a nine-hundred-year-old magnificent man takes her across time and space, keeps enjoying her company despite her breaking the most important rule... how could she be?
Feeling him twitch inside her hands, she braces herself up on her knees and leans down, kissing the tip of his cock.
“Rose!” the Doctor cries out, the sudden heat of her breath combined with her soft lips touching him nearly enough to make him come undone. He breathes in deeply, willing that particular body part of him back under control. He has an ace up his sleeve and doesn't want to reveal it too soon...
Spurred on by the Doctor's previous reaction, Rose takes the head of him into her mouth while continuing to pleasure the rest of him with her hands. Slowly, she moves her tongue over his head, tasting the bit of precum that moisturised the duvet before and licking around his tip.
She hears the Doctor's breathing speeding up and knows he won't last. Thinking the bet is as good as won, Rose takes him deeper into her mouth, now moving her head up and down while stroking what she can't take in with her hands.
“Rose...” she hears him, uttering her name quietly, like a prayer even. Releasing him with a 'plop', she sits up and turns her head to him.
Smiling, her lips still glistering with her saliva, she says, “Ready to admit defeat?”
He breathes deeply, pupils diluted, his eyes the darkest shade of blue, she has ever seen them in. “Make me.”
Two simple words and still their effect was enormous. Rose flushes, a deep red beginning on her cheeks and ending between her breasts. He must feel her wetness on his stomach by now, feel her heat, her want for him to enter, fuck her senseless. Oh, how she would love for him to move...
What he would give to move... he would show Rose Tyler his moves, his abilities, what sets him apart from all her pretty boys. He would make her scream as he maps her body with his hands, his tongue. He would make her come again and again and again, until she begs for mercy, for some time to rest, so her human body can calm down.
He would hold her... kiss her then, keeping her close and basking in her heat.
He wants to move.
Rose's smile freezes as she suddenly sees desperation, sadness combined with the want he showed before.
“Doctor?” she asks, placing a hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes at her touch.
“I want to move, Rose. I want to touch you so, so badly! I...”
Her lips are suddenly on his, moving desperately over his own. He returns the kiss eagerly, glad of being able to leave his passive role and do something. He sucks on her bottom lip, teeth biting gently as her lips move against him, her tongue plunging into his mouth.
They stop after a while, Rose gasping for air and the Doctor being a little short for breath as well.
“Love you,” Rose says, her chest heaving heavily. “I love you, Doctor.”
Grinning broadly, he says, “Fantastic!” and she returns the grin, knowing his feelings without telling.
After pecking him quickly on the lips, she says, “We'll do this properly later, yeah? I want you to touch me as well...” She grasps behind her, making him gasp as her hand closes once again around him. “But first, we'll take care of this little problem, yeah?”
“That you... even ask,” he says, his breathing quickening with her hands' movement. “Always... always want... you. Rose!”
She giggles as he cried out her name. Letting go, Rose goes backwards on her knees, positioning herself over him.
“Ready?” she asks as she grabs his cock, guiding it to her entrance.
“Yes!” the Doctor says, groaning when she sinks onto him, taking him inside of her in one quick move.
He feels... wonderful inside of her. There is just no better way to describe it. He fills her up, fitting her body like he was made to be. Rose begins to move above him, sliding up and down his length, squeezing her walls around him in time with her moving.
He gasps and groans and moans. His eyes closed, he tries to hold back, tries to control his body enough to make this sensation last. Oh, he knows it won't be the only time. They'll never be able to go back from this, to return to friendship and suppressed feelings. He doesn't want to... doesn't want to lose her, her love for him. Then and there, he feels better than he has in his whole life. He forgets the past when he is with her, inside of her, is happy and content to live in the 'now'.
“Doctor...” she moans, her hands roaming over his upper body as she moves on him, her tight walls sliding his shaft up and down. “Waited... too long... oh, god!”
He grits his teeth as she cries out, her desire and passion nearly enough to drive him over the edge. Rose begins to move faster, apparently nearing her release and determined to make him come with her. Not one to decline an invitation like that, the Doctor lets go of the little control he has left. He comes just as her walls tighten around him, clenching around his hard, pulsing shaft until he spills his cool seed inside of her, milking him of every drop.
Rose sinks down, her upper body coming to rest atop of his, her blonde locks tickling his chin as she breaths heavily.
“Amazing. Utterly... amazing,” she mutters, her eyes closed as her thundering heart slowed down.
“Love you... so much.”
He grins, noticing a tingling sensation inside his body that has nothing to do with the fantastic sex, they just had.
In one swift motion, his arms close around her, making her squeak in surprise as he spins them around to lay on top of her.
“You... you can move,” Rose says, her eyes wide as his face is suddenly mere inches away from her own, his cool breath tickling her skin.
“I can move,” he says smugly, one of his hands wandering up and down her side, making her shiver in its wake. “I can touch...” His hand comes to her face, cupping her cheek and tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. “I can make love to you.”
He suddenly enters her again, his cock already rock hard even after the earth-crushing orgasm he has had before.
Rose moans, her eyes widening as he fills her again. “But... but how? How can you move already? How...” She gasps as he thrusts into her, his mouth finding her nipple in time to his thrust. “How can you... already...?”
“Told you I'll last,” he answers after releasing her nipple with a gentle bite that made Rose buck her hips. “Superior Time Lord physiology... I can come as many time as I want.”
“That's... that's cheating,” Rose mumbles, her breathing speeding up in time with his gentle thrusts. She is already so close again... “Couldn't win the bet in the first place.”
“Not cheating...” he says, grunting. “Just withheld some information. Impressed?”
Rose cried out as he thrusts hardly into her, making him grin. “Thought so,” he says, drawing up her leg and laying it on his shoulder to speed up his pace.
Her arms come around his neck, drawing his head down for a deep kiss, the touch of their lips and tongues only interrupted by her soft moans and gasps.
His hand touches her centre, eliciting sparks of pleasure inside her body as he rubs it. “This is what healed me, Rose Tyler,” he says, his hand wandering to the place where they are joined, coating his fingers with the wetness he finds there. “Your want, your need for me. Your delicious-” He sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, never once slowing down his thrusts. “-wetness. Your sweat helped as well, but ultimately-” He grunts as he hit her in just the right spot, already feeling another orgasm forming deep inside of him. “-it was your strong pheromones, doing the healing. All those hormones... Humans... fantastic!”
Rose screams as wave after wave of pleasure crushes down on her, her body shuddering, trembling as stars explode before her eyes. Once again she clenches around the Doctor's hard cock, feeling him pulsing as he too finds his second release, filling her up with his seed, his body shaking against her, inside her until he is completely spend.
They stop, grinning broadly at each other in their haze. The Doctor lays down her leg, kissing the top of her naked foot while slipping out of her body, his cock finally softening.
He comes down beside her, pulling her into his embrace, her hard nipples sliding against his firm chest. The feeling is... unbelievable. Too good to be true and still it is just that. Not even his fantasies are as vivid as this.
“Best sex in the universe or not... you still didn't win the bet,” Rose mumbles in the crook of his neck, making him laugh at her words as well as her tickling breath.
“Don't have to, Rose Tyler,” he says with a lop-sided grin. “The things I'm planning to do to you... Oh, I promise you, you won't complain.”
Rose blushes, hiding her face in his neck, knowing one thing for sure:
He has never been more right.