DW Fic: The Human Experience (1/5)
Title: The Human Experience
Author: irishlullaby
Beta: amyo67 & amberfocus
Rated: Adult
Pairing/Characters: Nine/Rose, Martha Jones
Summary: The Doctor, Rose, and their new friend Martha Jones have to hide in 1913 from the Family.
Rose shifted and hummed as she felt a tug at the cloth covering her chest. A few second later the tugging came again, about an inch lower. It took three more times of the gentle tugging--each time an inch lower than the time before--before she came awake, right as her breasts became exposed by the warm hand pushing the fabric aside.
“I dreamt of you,” the Doctor murmured, his breath warm against the sensitive flesh behind her ear. His hand slid into her gown and gently groped one of her breasts.
“But… I haven’t even brushed my--” Rose sighed in defeat as his lips made a wet path along the side of her neck. “Why do I even bother?” She brought her hand back and ran it over his close cropped hair. “What were we doing in this dream?”
His thumb brushed her nipple and Rose moaned softly. “Making love,” the Doctor murmured, nipping at the curve of her shoulder. “In a room where we’re weightless and floating. We were on the ceiling and the lamps were lifted off of the tables.”
Rose smiled, in spite of herself. That had actually happened almost two months earlier… when they had popped into the future and taken advantage of the Earth celebrating the first anti-gravity Olympics. Almost everything had been done as having a zero gravity option, including hotel rooms.
She shifted her hips back against the Doctor. He moaned as he met the obstruction of her gown when he tried to push into her from behind. He groaned her name longingly, making her shiver with desire.
Slowly, her gown was worked up over her hips. Rose caught the Doctor’s erection between her thighs, just tight enough to give him some friction but not enough to hurt him as he gently thrust against her. “Rose Tyler,” he purred in her ear, making Rose shiver once again as he rolled her name off his tongue like a filthy word. She let herself become malleable in his arms, granting him permission to do almost whatever he wanted.
He almost instantly pulled one of her legs back so he could ease between her thighs from behind. It wasn’t exactly the easiest--or most comfortable--positions in the universe, but he managed to push into her, moaning her name as she surrounded him. It felt so alien, but so right having him inside of her like this. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tighter to him as his movements became steadier, more wakeful.
The arm he had pinned between the downy mattress and her body came up and resumed teasing her breasts through the gap of her gown. His other hand journeyed up and down her body, pulling her hips towards him again or cupping her cheek, guiding her lips to his.
After several long moments, Rose’s stomach was flat against the mattress and the Doctor had himself perched above her, moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He peppered kisses along her spine as far as he could reach then returned to the back of her neck, burying his face in her hair to inhale her scent. Rose clenched the bed sheets, her face growing warm as she got closer to orgasm with each push inside of her. “Doctor…” she breathed. He thrust harder. “Oh Doctor…” She bit her lip to keep from squealing. He pushed deeper and even harder, his name coming out as a soft yelp.
Rose squeezed her eyes shut, whispering his name over and over again. At each mention of ‘Doctor’ he seemed to become more enamoured and aroused. Rose’s eyes opened and a startled shriek left her lips. “There’s someone peeping in!” she exclaimed.
Almost instantly, the Doctor was off of her and had thrust open the curtain to let the bright light of morning in. “Baines!” he shouted, right as a melodic knock sounded at the door. He barely had time to respond before the door opened.
The Doctor lost his footing as he got tangled in the curtain and gave a startled cry as his naked backside came in contact with the windowpane.
Martha came breezing in, laden with the breakfast tray. “Morning, sir,” she greeted cheerfully. She blinked at the man shrouded in the curtain and her lips pressed together in an attempt to conceal a laugh. Rose, who had yanked her gown into some semblance of propriety when the Doctor left the bed, met Martha’s eyes and stifled a snicker. “Morning, miss,” Martha greeted, laughter twinkling in her dark eyes. “And how are things for you today?”
The Doctor’s face was almost the same shade of scarlet as the heavy curtain and he was trying to cover himself with. “Good, good,” the Doctor said briskly.
Martha carefully poured Rose a cuppa and handed it over. Rose smiled gratefully. “Ta.” Their eyes met and they giggled at the Doctor’s expense.
“Oi!” the Doctor barked. He scowled. “Thank you, Martha. Now, if you could be done and on your way.”
“Of course, sir,” Martha said with faux seriousness. “Forgive me, sir.” The Doctor nodded curtly and Martha quickly finished setting out the breakfast. “Would you like any assistance once Mister Smith has gone to class, Mrs Smith?”
“I’d love some assistance, thank you for offering, Martha,” Rose replied, grinning.
Martha winked as she gathered last night’s dishes onto the vacated tray, curtseyed, and then excused herself from the room. Almost as soon as the door closed, Rose fell back against the bed in laughter. The Doctor turned an even deeper shade of red as he untangled himself from the curtain.
“It’s not funny, Rose,” he objected, stomping across the room naked--and still partially aroused--to fetch his robe.
Rose pondered the past month. He was right, it wasn’t funny. But what else could she do at the absurdity of it all? Especially when the Doctor, in all his self-proclaimed superiority was now nothing more than one of the silly stupid humans he constantly complained about.
She couldn’t help but wonder what the human man that was lumbering around the room would make of the very real alien threat that had forced him into this very peculiar situation? She almost laughed again because the proper Doctor would have laughed… especially at the thought of the very nervous, bumbling, human John Smith facing down the the aliens that had forced him to hide as a human.
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The headmaster was not exactly the most cheery of blokes John Smith had ever known. So, when the man interrupted a meeting with one of his students and demanded his attention, he had no choice but to shoo the lanky blond boy along and give his complete attention to the headmaster.
“We’ve had a complaint about you, Mister Smith,” the headmaster said. “One of the boys has brought it to my attention that you and your lovely wife are quiet obscene behind closed doors.”
John blinked at the other man, confused. His confusion was soon swept away by fury. “I’m guessing it was Jeremy Baines that lodged the complaint, sir?” Judging by the headmaster’s sudden tenseness, he was right. “I suppose he didn’t tell you that he’s also been peeking into my quarters though my window, did he?”
“No, he didn’t,” the headmaster huffed. “Still, the fact of the matter remains that you and your wife--”
“I fail to see how what my wife and I do behind our doors is your business or anyone’s business, sir. We’re newly married. We’re human. So, naturally we’re going to do obscene things. It’s what newly weds do,” John pointed out. “Besides, she’s half my age. I have to keep her interested.”
The headmaster pursed his lips and nodded gently. “Still, whether you and your bride are newly weds or not, you are residents at my school. And, as such try not to do anything that could potentially lead the student’s minds away from a proper lifestyle until you and your wife can obtain your own home.”
John snorted in defiance. “Funny, and here I thought we wanted to encourage them to be proper men.” He shook his head. “So long as Baines and his little band of idiots don’t peek into my window like perverts, there will be no need to worry about what Rose and I do in our marital bed, sir.” He moved about his room, coming to a stop by his mantel. His eyes searched out for something. What it was, he wasn’t quite sure, but he knew it should have been there… “Anything further, Headmaster?”
“Yes.”
Of course there would be.
“It has also been brought to my attention that the servant girl you brought along has been spending a considerable amount of time with your bride,” the Headmaster said, disapprovingly.
“Again, I fail to see how that is anyone’s business,” John said with an annoyed sigh. He rubbed his hand over his shorn hair, his eyes still on the very empty mantel. It was missing, something was missing. What was missing? “Martha still tends to her duties. And she and my wife are familiar with each other.”
“Its just not proper for the wife of a teacher to be seen about with… Martha’s type.”
John felt a wave of anger well up inside of him. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?” he growled, turning sharply to face the headmaster.
The headmaster swallowed hard. “I… I mean… she is… a servant. She shouldn’t be overly familiar with the teachers or…” John came to decision that the man needed to choose his next words carefully or he would likely do something to get himself fired. “Perhaps it would be more prudent for Mrs. Smith to spend time in the company of the Matron. That would be a bit more proper, don’t you think?”
John took a deep breath and felt himself calming as he slowly exhaled. “I’ll suggest it to Rose,” he surrendered. “I can hardly forbid her to do anything. It’ll only make her do it more.” He smiled affectionately as he remembered another time, very recently that he had forbid Rose to have a drink at the local pub--Martha had come running into his quarters and informed him that she had secreted Rose away in the servants quarters as she had passed out from having a bit too much to drink.
“Your wife is rebellious, I take it,” the headmaster asked.
“Aye, a bit,” John replied gently. He could see her so clearly, chin jutted forward, jaw clenched--Damn, where was she? He wanted her.
“I suggest beating it out of her before she infects the local women. Can’t have her encouraging them to think for themselves, now can we?” the headmaster huffed. When John glared at the man, his next words failed to be uttered. The headmaster’s mouth simply opened and closed. Finally he swallowed. “Or perhaps not. I shall speak to you some other time.”
“No, this is something I need you to know now, this very second,” John said, his voice low and dangerous. “Should anyone harm my wife or Martha, they will be begging for the Devil himself to save them from me. Got that?” John had always considered himself to be a peaceful man, but the thought of anyone harming Rose or Martha made him irrationally angry.
“Of course, Mister Smith,” the headmaster said, his voice quivering. “Other than that, you’re doing a brilliant job. I shall speak with you at a later time.”
The man hurried out, nearly bumping into Rose and Martha as they came in. “Ladies,” he said nervously and ducked out of the room.
“Martha,” John said darkly. “I need to speak to Rose alone for a moment, if you don’t mind.”
Martha looked at Rose questioningly. Rose nodded gently. “Of course sir,” she said with a brief curtsey before she scurried out of the room.
Rose closed the door quietly and turned the lock before turning to face him, leaning against the door. There… yes, there it was. That beautiful defiance in her eyes, ready to fight him no matter what he had to say. He strode purposefully across the room. Rose’s breath hitched and she gave a softly whispered, “Oh…” as she pressed herself back more firmly against the door.
John placed a palm flat against the wood, on either side of her head. “I want you,” he murmured.
That defiance sparked, followed closely by surprise. He leaned in and caught her mouth before she could come up with a reasonable argument against his wish. Her arms wound around his neck and her lips parted to grant his tongue access to explore. John had a feeling Rose wasn’t going to fight him on this particular subject. In fact, she seemed very much agreeable.
She practically melted into his arms when he wrapped his own around her. “You have class in half an hour,” she breathed. His fingers made their way to the top button on the back of her neck and started working the small pearls free.
“Only need fifteen minutes,” John murmured. “Okay, maybe twenty…” he amended when he peeled away her over dress and saw she was wearing a shift and corset underneath.
“Fifteen,” Rose said, grinning wickedly. “Who says we need to be naked?”
John’s mind went to the conversation the headmaster had deemed necessary to have. Defiance welled up in John’s own chest and he picked Rose’s feet up off the floor and deposited her on the edge of his desk. His mouth attacked her throat and exposed shoulder as he gathered her skirts above her waist.
Rose murmured appreciatively as he gently sucked her nipple through the thin shift, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of his head. John hooked a finger around her knickers and pulled them out of his way. He gently stroked the revealed flesh with the back of his knuckles. Rose gasped softly and arched her hips towards him.
Her eyes fluttered closed and John licked his lips. His beautiful Rose… John considered himself very lucky to have her so he never wanted to do anything to make her want to go away. He had found her, when he was still reeling from being caught up in a meaningless war. His family never would have approved and her mother thought he was dodgy enough as it was.
It wasn’t exactly an uncommon thing for a man his age to have a wife as young as Rose. Young men her own age just didn’t seem to catch her eye for too long. Sure, since they had been together they had come across handsomer and younger blokes than he. But Rose seemed to always gravitate back to him once the younger ones were found wanting.
He still remembered when, after she had started working as his assistant, she had proclaimed her then boyfriend too clingy. Adam--another boyfriend--had been clever, but not clever enough. Then Jack--who still sometimes worked with John on occasion--was too cocky and had helped encourage John into finally giving into Rose’s longing gazes.
John pushed two fingers inside of his Rose. She made a sound that made his mouth water and his trousers finally reach a point of discomfort. Still, he moved his fingers gently in her with a slow rhythm, his thumb brushing a spot hidden by her folds that gave her so much pleasure.
Rose bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly, clenching his shirt in her fists. With his free hand, John fought with the clasp of his trousers. It came free with ease and they dropped to puddle around his ankles. His pants went next. He pulled his fingers from her and inhaled the scent of her arousal before sliding his fingers between his lips to taste her. A low moan came from the back of his throat.
When John looked at Rose again, her dark eyes were wide and wild. She panted for breath as she watched him clean off his fingers. She hooked her ankles behind his thighs and urged him closer. “Don’t be gentle on my account,” she whispered, pulling him with her as she lay back on the desk.
John’s solitary heart pounded in his chest as he crawled onto the desk with her, perching himself above her. “Rose… I l--”
Rose put a finger over his lips and shook her head. “Don’t say it,” she said quietly. “Please, not when you’re like this.”
He always wanted to ask her what she meant by that. She always stopped him when he tried to say he loved her, whether it was while they were making love or when he was about to kiss her goodbye before going to his first class of the day. He tried not to focus on this particular quirk of Rose’s. Instead he sank his erection into her.
Heat spread through him, warming his entire body. John caught Rose’s mouth and kissed her deeply. His hands sought out the edge of the desk and he gripped it tightly as Rose’s arms and legs wrapped around him. She clung to him as he thrust into her over and over, soft sounds escaping between her lips each time. Her face flushed a soft pink as she bit down on her bottom lip, her body arching against him.
“Rose…” he murmured. “My beautiful Rose…” One of his hands drifted to where they were joined and lightly brushed the sensitive spot that made Rose gasp and clench around him. He teased the spot until she shuddered with her release. Her wall tensed and throbbed around him, sending him into his own.
Suddenly, Rose swore and pushed at him. “The bell,” she said hurriedly. “You’re late!”
A string of obscenities came from John’s own mouth as he jumped off the desk and yanked up his pants and trousers. Rose sat up on the desk and giggled. He quickly pulled on his teacher’s robe and hat and rushed for the door. “Time flies when you’re having fun, yeah?” Rose asked.
John grinned as his fingers closed around the doorknob. He looked back at his Rose, who had the afternoon sun shining in and surrounding her in a halo of golden light. His heart felt like it was going to burst with all the things he felt for her. “Rose…” She looked at him questioningly. “I love you.”
A surprised look crossed her face, then she smiled gently. “I know.”
John raced down the corridors to his next class. If any of the lads had anything to say about how extremely laid back their normally strict teacher was that afternoon, he never heard one word. All he knew was that he couldn’t wait to be done with his afternoon classes so he could return to his Rose.
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Meanwhile, the girl that was on John Smith’s mind was being comforted by the only friend she had as she had burst into tears as soon as the man that had once been the Doctor had left the room.
Martha, herself, was at a bit of a loss. After all, what did one say when their best mate was torn between loving two versions of the same man?
Chapter Two
Author: irishlullaby
Beta: amyo67 & amberfocus
Rated: Adult
Pairing/Characters: Nine/Rose, Martha Jones
Summary: The Doctor, Rose, and their new friend Martha Jones have to hide in 1913 from the Family.
Rose shifted and hummed as she felt a tug at the cloth covering her chest. A few second later the tugging came again, about an inch lower. It took three more times of the gentle tugging--each time an inch lower than the time before--before she came awake, right as her breasts became exposed by the warm hand pushing the fabric aside.
“I dreamt of you,” the Doctor murmured, his breath warm against the sensitive flesh behind her ear. His hand slid into her gown and gently groped one of her breasts.
“But… I haven’t even brushed my--” Rose sighed in defeat as his lips made a wet path along the side of her neck. “Why do I even bother?” She brought her hand back and ran it over his close cropped hair. “What were we doing in this dream?”
His thumb brushed her nipple and Rose moaned softly. “Making love,” the Doctor murmured, nipping at the curve of her shoulder. “In a room where we’re weightless and floating. We were on the ceiling and the lamps were lifted off of the tables.”
Rose smiled, in spite of herself. That had actually happened almost two months earlier… when they had popped into the future and taken advantage of the Earth celebrating the first anti-gravity Olympics. Almost everything had been done as having a zero gravity option, including hotel rooms.
She shifted her hips back against the Doctor. He moaned as he met the obstruction of her gown when he tried to push into her from behind. He groaned her name longingly, making her shiver with desire.
Slowly, her gown was worked up over her hips. Rose caught the Doctor’s erection between her thighs, just tight enough to give him some friction but not enough to hurt him as he gently thrust against her. “Rose Tyler,” he purred in her ear, making Rose shiver once again as he rolled her name off his tongue like a filthy word. She let herself become malleable in his arms, granting him permission to do almost whatever he wanted.
He almost instantly pulled one of her legs back so he could ease between her thighs from behind. It wasn’t exactly the easiest--or most comfortable--positions in the universe, but he managed to push into her, moaning her name as she surrounded him. It felt so alien, but so right having him inside of her like this. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tighter to him as his movements became steadier, more wakeful.
The arm he had pinned between the downy mattress and her body came up and resumed teasing her breasts through the gap of her gown. His other hand journeyed up and down her body, pulling her hips towards him again or cupping her cheek, guiding her lips to his.
After several long moments, Rose’s stomach was flat against the mattress and the Doctor had himself perched above her, moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He peppered kisses along her spine as far as he could reach then returned to the back of her neck, burying his face in her hair to inhale her scent. Rose clenched the bed sheets, her face growing warm as she got closer to orgasm with each push inside of her. “Doctor…” she breathed. He thrust harder. “Oh Doctor…” She bit her lip to keep from squealing. He pushed deeper and even harder, his name coming out as a soft yelp.
Rose squeezed her eyes shut, whispering his name over and over again. At each mention of ‘Doctor’ he seemed to become more enamoured and aroused. Rose’s eyes opened and a startled shriek left her lips. “There’s someone peeping in!” she exclaimed.
Almost instantly, the Doctor was off of her and had thrust open the curtain to let the bright light of morning in. “Baines!” he shouted, right as a melodic knock sounded at the door. He barely had time to respond before the door opened.
The Doctor lost his footing as he got tangled in the curtain and gave a startled cry as his naked backside came in contact with the windowpane.
Martha came breezing in, laden with the breakfast tray. “Morning, sir,” she greeted cheerfully. She blinked at the man shrouded in the curtain and her lips pressed together in an attempt to conceal a laugh. Rose, who had yanked her gown into some semblance of propriety when the Doctor left the bed, met Martha’s eyes and stifled a snicker. “Morning, miss,” Martha greeted, laughter twinkling in her dark eyes. “And how are things for you today?”
The Doctor’s face was almost the same shade of scarlet as the heavy curtain and he was trying to cover himself with. “Good, good,” the Doctor said briskly.
Martha carefully poured Rose a cuppa and handed it over. Rose smiled gratefully. “Ta.” Their eyes met and they giggled at the Doctor’s expense.
“Oi!” the Doctor barked. He scowled. “Thank you, Martha. Now, if you could be done and on your way.”
“Of course, sir,” Martha said with faux seriousness. “Forgive me, sir.” The Doctor nodded curtly and Martha quickly finished setting out the breakfast. “Would you like any assistance once Mister Smith has gone to class, Mrs Smith?”
“I’d love some assistance, thank you for offering, Martha,” Rose replied, grinning.
Martha winked as she gathered last night’s dishes onto the vacated tray, curtseyed, and then excused herself from the room. Almost as soon as the door closed, Rose fell back against the bed in laughter. The Doctor turned an even deeper shade of red as he untangled himself from the curtain.
“It’s not funny, Rose,” he objected, stomping across the room naked--and still partially aroused--to fetch his robe.
Rose pondered the past month. He was right, it wasn’t funny. But what else could she do at the absurdity of it all? Especially when the Doctor, in all his self-proclaimed superiority was now nothing more than one of the silly stupid humans he constantly complained about.
She couldn’t help but wonder what the human man that was lumbering around the room would make of the very real alien threat that had forced him into this very peculiar situation? She almost laughed again because the proper Doctor would have laughed… especially at the thought of the very nervous, bumbling, human John Smith facing down the the aliens that had forced him to hide as a human.
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The headmaster was not exactly the most cheery of blokes John Smith had ever known. So, when the man interrupted a meeting with one of his students and demanded his attention, he had no choice but to shoo the lanky blond boy along and give his complete attention to the headmaster.
“We’ve had a complaint about you, Mister Smith,” the headmaster said. “One of the boys has brought it to my attention that you and your lovely wife are quiet obscene behind closed doors.”
John blinked at the other man, confused. His confusion was soon swept away by fury. “I’m guessing it was Jeremy Baines that lodged the complaint, sir?” Judging by the headmaster’s sudden tenseness, he was right. “I suppose he didn’t tell you that he’s also been peeking into my quarters though my window, did he?”
“No, he didn’t,” the headmaster huffed. “Still, the fact of the matter remains that you and your wife--”
“I fail to see how what my wife and I do behind our doors is your business or anyone’s business, sir. We’re newly married. We’re human. So, naturally we’re going to do obscene things. It’s what newly weds do,” John pointed out. “Besides, she’s half my age. I have to keep her interested.”
The headmaster pursed his lips and nodded gently. “Still, whether you and your bride are newly weds or not, you are residents at my school. And, as such try not to do anything that could potentially lead the student’s minds away from a proper lifestyle until you and your wife can obtain your own home.”
John snorted in defiance. “Funny, and here I thought we wanted to encourage them to be proper men.” He shook his head. “So long as Baines and his little band of idiots don’t peek into my window like perverts, there will be no need to worry about what Rose and I do in our marital bed, sir.” He moved about his room, coming to a stop by his mantel. His eyes searched out for something. What it was, he wasn’t quite sure, but he knew it should have been there… “Anything further, Headmaster?”
“Yes.”
Of course there would be.
“It has also been brought to my attention that the servant girl you brought along has been spending a considerable amount of time with your bride,” the Headmaster said, disapprovingly.
“Again, I fail to see how that is anyone’s business,” John said with an annoyed sigh. He rubbed his hand over his shorn hair, his eyes still on the very empty mantel. It was missing, something was missing. What was missing? “Martha still tends to her duties. And she and my wife are familiar with each other.”
“Its just not proper for the wife of a teacher to be seen about with… Martha’s type.”
John felt a wave of anger well up inside of him. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?” he growled, turning sharply to face the headmaster.
The headmaster swallowed hard. “I… I mean… she is… a servant. She shouldn’t be overly familiar with the teachers or…” John came to decision that the man needed to choose his next words carefully or he would likely do something to get himself fired. “Perhaps it would be more prudent for Mrs. Smith to spend time in the company of the Matron. That would be a bit more proper, don’t you think?”
John took a deep breath and felt himself calming as he slowly exhaled. “I’ll suggest it to Rose,” he surrendered. “I can hardly forbid her to do anything. It’ll only make her do it more.” He smiled affectionately as he remembered another time, very recently that he had forbid Rose to have a drink at the local pub--Martha had come running into his quarters and informed him that she had secreted Rose away in the servants quarters as she had passed out from having a bit too much to drink.
“Your wife is rebellious, I take it,” the headmaster asked.
“Aye, a bit,” John replied gently. He could see her so clearly, chin jutted forward, jaw clenched--Damn, where was she? He wanted her.
“I suggest beating it out of her before she infects the local women. Can’t have her encouraging them to think for themselves, now can we?” the headmaster huffed. When John glared at the man, his next words failed to be uttered. The headmaster’s mouth simply opened and closed. Finally he swallowed. “Or perhaps not. I shall speak to you some other time.”
“No, this is something I need you to know now, this very second,” John said, his voice low and dangerous. “Should anyone harm my wife or Martha, they will be begging for the Devil himself to save them from me. Got that?” John had always considered himself to be a peaceful man, but the thought of anyone harming Rose or Martha made him irrationally angry.
“Of course, Mister Smith,” the headmaster said, his voice quivering. “Other than that, you’re doing a brilliant job. I shall speak with you at a later time.”
The man hurried out, nearly bumping into Rose and Martha as they came in. “Ladies,” he said nervously and ducked out of the room.
“Martha,” John said darkly. “I need to speak to Rose alone for a moment, if you don’t mind.”
Martha looked at Rose questioningly. Rose nodded gently. “Of course sir,” she said with a brief curtsey before she scurried out of the room.
Rose closed the door quietly and turned the lock before turning to face him, leaning against the door. There… yes, there it was. That beautiful defiance in her eyes, ready to fight him no matter what he had to say. He strode purposefully across the room. Rose’s breath hitched and she gave a softly whispered, “Oh…” as she pressed herself back more firmly against the door.
John placed a palm flat against the wood, on either side of her head. “I want you,” he murmured.
That defiance sparked, followed closely by surprise. He leaned in and caught her mouth before she could come up with a reasonable argument against his wish. Her arms wound around his neck and her lips parted to grant his tongue access to explore. John had a feeling Rose wasn’t going to fight him on this particular subject. In fact, she seemed very much agreeable.
She practically melted into his arms when he wrapped his own around her. “You have class in half an hour,” she breathed. His fingers made their way to the top button on the back of her neck and started working the small pearls free.
“Only need fifteen minutes,” John murmured. “Okay, maybe twenty…” he amended when he peeled away her over dress and saw she was wearing a shift and corset underneath.
“Fifteen,” Rose said, grinning wickedly. “Who says we need to be naked?”
John’s mind went to the conversation the headmaster had deemed necessary to have. Defiance welled up in John’s own chest and he picked Rose’s feet up off the floor and deposited her on the edge of his desk. His mouth attacked her throat and exposed shoulder as he gathered her skirts above her waist.
Rose murmured appreciatively as he gently sucked her nipple through the thin shift, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of his head. John hooked a finger around her knickers and pulled them out of his way. He gently stroked the revealed flesh with the back of his knuckles. Rose gasped softly and arched her hips towards him.
Her eyes fluttered closed and John licked his lips. His beautiful Rose… John considered himself very lucky to have her so he never wanted to do anything to make her want to go away. He had found her, when he was still reeling from being caught up in a meaningless war. His family never would have approved and her mother thought he was dodgy enough as it was.
It wasn’t exactly an uncommon thing for a man his age to have a wife as young as Rose. Young men her own age just didn’t seem to catch her eye for too long. Sure, since they had been together they had come across handsomer and younger blokes than he. But Rose seemed to always gravitate back to him once the younger ones were found wanting.
He still remembered when, after she had started working as his assistant, she had proclaimed her then boyfriend too clingy. Adam--another boyfriend--had been clever, but not clever enough. Then Jack--who still sometimes worked with John on occasion--was too cocky and had helped encourage John into finally giving into Rose’s longing gazes.
John pushed two fingers inside of his Rose. She made a sound that made his mouth water and his trousers finally reach a point of discomfort. Still, he moved his fingers gently in her with a slow rhythm, his thumb brushing a spot hidden by her folds that gave her so much pleasure.
Rose bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly, clenching his shirt in her fists. With his free hand, John fought with the clasp of his trousers. It came free with ease and they dropped to puddle around his ankles. His pants went next. He pulled his fingers from her and inhaled the scent of her arousal before sliding his fingers between his lips to taste her. A low moan came from the back of his throat.
When John looked at Rose again, her dark eyes were wide and wild. She panted for breath as she watched him clean off his fingers. She hooked her ankles behind his thighs and urged him closer. “Don’t be gentle on my account,” she whispered, pulling him with her as she lay back on the desk.
John’s solitary heart pounded in his chest as he crawled onto the desk with her, perching himself above her. “Rose… I l--”
Rose put a finger over his lips and shook her head. “Don’t say it,” she said quietly. “Please, not when you’re like this.”
He always wanted to ask her what she meant by that. She always stopped him when he tried to say he loved her, whether it was while they were making love or when he was about to kiss her goodbye before going to his first class of the day. He tried not to focus on this particular quirk of Rose’s. Instead he sank his erection into her.
Heat spread through him, warming his entire body. John caught Rose’s mouth and kissed her deeply. His hands sought out the edge of the desk and he gripped it tightly as Rose’s arms and legs wrapped around him. She clung to him as he thrust into her over and over, soft sounds escaping between her lips each time. Her face flushed a soft pink as she bit down on her bottom lip, her body arching against him.
“Rose…” he murmured. “My beautiful Rose…” One of his hands drifted to where they were joined and lightly brushed the sensitive spot that made Rose gasp and clench around him. He teased the spot until she shuddered with her release. Her wall tensed and throbbed around him, sending him into his own.
Suddenly, Rose swore and pushed at him. “The bell,” she said hurriedly. “You’re late!”
A string of obscenities came from John’s own mouth as he jumped off the desk and yanked up his pants and trousers. Rose sat up on the desk and giggled. He quickly pulled on his teacher’s robe and hat and rushed for the door. “Time flies when you’re having fun, yeah?” Rose asked.
John grinned as his fingers closed around the doorknob. He looked back at his Rose, who had the afternoon sun shining in and surrounding her in a halo of golden light. His heart felt like it was going to burst with all the things he felt for her. “Rose…” She looked at him questioningly. “I love you.”
A surprised look crossed her face, then she smiled gently. “I know.”
John raced down the corridors to his next class. If any of the lads had anything to say about how extremely laid back their normally strict teacher was that afternoon, he never heard one word. All he knew was that he couldn’t wait to be done with his afternoon classes so he could return to his Rose.
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Meanwhile, the girl that was on John Smith’s mind was being comforted by the only friend she had as she had burst into tears as soon as the man that had once been the Doctor had left the room.
Martha, herself, was at a bit of a loss. After all, what did one say when their best mate was torn between loving two versions of the same man?
Chapter Two