DW Fic: Tricks and Treats
Title: Tricks and Treats
Author: irishlullaby
Beta: amyo67
Rated: Adult
Warning: Contains a good bit of role playing.
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose, Mickey/Martha, mentions of Jackie.
Summary: The TARDIS is stuck at the Powell Estates for the weekend and the Doctor is unwilling to participate in the festivities taking place on Mischief Night... that is, until he's forced into it.
AN: Takes place somewhere in the Sunday Smutfest timeline, just not 100% sure where just yet.
The Doctor looked up in surprise when he heard a knock on the TARDIS door. Confused he lumbered to the door and opened it. He looked down at the young council children dressed as a witch, a cowboy, and some kind of superhero.
“Trick or treat!” they chorused, their small faces beaming.
“Pardon?” he asked, confused. He peered out of the door only to see other costumed goblins frolicking around on the estate. “Who told you to come knock on my door?”
“The nice lady in 48 Bucknall House, sir,” the witch replied. “She said you had lots of candy and treats.”
He was just about to set them right when Rose’s voice chimed. “Hold on, I’m coming!” He stepped aside and let his lover descend upon the children armed with a tray of small white paper bags neatly closed and stapled shut.
The Doctor’s eye brows arched with interest at what Rose was wearing. She was wearing a knee length dress with a white bodice and scarlet red velvet skirt flaring out below a loose fitting black corset. She set the tray on a small table he hadn’t noticed next to the door and swooped up a cloak that matched her skirt and clipped it on.
The eyes of the children got as big as tea saucers when Rose presented each of them with one of the almost-filled white bags. They scampered off with an excited “Thank you, Miss!”
It wasn’t until Rose turned around that it registered exactly what Rose’s outfit was. A wicked leer appeared on the Doctor’s lips and his blue eyes roamed over her lustfully. “Little Red Riding Hood!”
“You like it?” Rose asked, turning this way and that to show off her costume. “Sort of figured, since we’re stuck a few days, may as well have fun with the locals.”
“To hell with the locals,” the Doctor replied, clapping his hands together with wicked delight. “I wouldn’t mind a bit of role playing myself.”
“Brilliant! You can be the Big Bad Wolf,” Rose exclaimed and ran back to the table to retrieve a small wicker basket. She pulled out a set of furry grey ears set onto a headband. She quickly plopped them onto his head, despite his protest. He continued to trying to fight her off as she approached him with a tube of black lipstick.
“Quit being such a baby,” Rose grumbled as he fell into the jump seat.
“I am not going to put on black lipstick!” the Doctor protested.
Suddenly Rose grinned wickedly. She licked her lips and lowered her tone to a seductive one. “It’s a pity… This Red Riding Hood sort of fancies wolves. Especially ones in maroon jumpers and leather jackets.”
“Yeah?” the Doctor asked, his eyes focusing on her full red lips.
Rose nodded as she crawled up to straddle his thighs. “Who knows what might happen once all the kids are in bed and all the candy is gone?”
The Doctor groaned and let his head fall back as she pressed her body against his. Rose took full advantage of his state and started rubbing the lipstick onto his nose. When his arms started flailing she got him in a headlock to finish up a set of whiskers. “Perfect!” Rose beamed, hopping off of his lap.
And just in time as another timid knock sounded on their door. This time it was a ghost and a clown. “Trick or treat!” they greeted, smiles on their small faces.
It was the running theme of the night, costumed children and young adults begging for treats, the children being scared of the wolf looming behind their pretty hostess with his arms folded over his chest and looking like he was ready to kill something. Though, he had gone as far as adjusting his ears so that they looked like they were lain down--typical aggressive pose for an agitated canis lupus such as he (and he argued that it went well with the rest of his costume).
It wasn’t until Martha and Mickey arrived with her young nephew in tow that the Doctor allowed his mood to shift to a more cheerful one. They were dressed as UNIT soldiers and a Sontaran.
“Oh! And before I forget,” Martha said with a grin. She handed over a white envelope to Rose. “I expect both of you to be there.”
Rose eagerly opened the envelope and gasped. “Oh my god…” she said breathlessly. “Congratulations!” Both women squealed with delight and hugged enthusiastically. “Martha and Mickey are getting married!” Rose said, turning towards him.
“Actually, was sort of hoping big ears would be my best man,” Mickey said with a smirk. The Doctor scowled. “Since it’s sort of because of him I met Martha.”
“Sort of?” the doctor scoffed. “You did meet her because of me.” Rose elbowed him in the side. “Anyway, congratulations, Mickey, Martha’s exactly what you needed. Martha… you could do better.” He added a grin to let his ex-companion know he was kidding.
“Careful there, Doctor,” Martha teased in return. “Go about smiling like that people may think you’re actually a nice bloke. Wedding is in January and I want Rose to be my maid-of-honour, too.
“Then we’ll be there,” Rose assured. She glared at the Doctor. “Won’t we?”
The Doctor shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah. We’ll be there. But I’m not wearing a s--” Rose’s eyes narrowed. “Santirian wedding hat.”
Martha giggled. “No worries there. No Santirians will be coming.”
“Why so soon, though?” Rose asked, shifting her attention back to her friend.
Mickey grinned at Martha affectionately. “Well,” Martha replied. “We sort of need to get married before the baby starts showing.” She gently patted her abdomen.
“What about the pair of you?” Mickey asked. “When are you two going to get married?”
The Doctor and Rose shared a look, eyebrows arched. “Technically we’re already married on five different planets,” the Doctor said.
“How many are you actually married on?” Mickey joked.
“None,” Rose said uncomfortably. She quickly gave Martha’s nephew a bag of goodies. Within a few minutes there were hugs and the trio was on their way to Jackie’s flat. Rose released a slow breath. “Wish everyone would just stop assuming we function like a normal couple.”
Another hour and all the council children were making their ways back to their homes. Rose closed the TARDIS doors and the Doctor lowered the console room lighting. He watched with hungry eyes as Rose made her way over to him. She stood on her toes and arranged his fluffy ears to standing upright. “Oh, what big ears you have,” she purred. “I like big ears. Oh… and noses. You have a big nose too.”
“Are you propositioning me Miss Hood?” the Doctor replied softly.
“Maybe,” Rose said, looping her arms around his neck. “Or maybe I just want you to hunt me down.” She nipped his chin then dashed into the corridors.
The Doctor shook his head to clear it then scampered along behind her. He caught up to her as she was dashing into the gardens. His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her feet off the ground to whirl her around.
Rose giggled as her feet touched back down. “Oh dear,” she said sweetly. “I’m lost in the forest all alone.” She twirled her hair around her finger and licked her lips as she backed away from him. “Mister Wolf, would you come with me?”
“I’d love to come with you,” the Doctor leered, shrugging off his jacket as Rose removed a red and white tablecloth from her basket. She spread it out on the grass, making damn sure her bottom was positioned for him to stare at. When she got down on her knees to smooth out the cloth, the Doctor got down on all fours and prowled up behind her.
Rose moaned softly as his hands slid up the backs of her thighs, then pushed her skirt up over her bum. The Doctor gawked at the lacy red knickers he found underneath. “You were giving candy to children in those?”
“Not like they were looking up my skirt,” she said with a shrug.
Before Rose could start an idle conversation, the Doctor slid the little scrap of lace down to Rose’s knees. She gave a soft noise as his fingers teased her opening before easing inside. Rose shook her head to clear it and breathlessly said, “Oh, Mister Wolf… what long fingers you have…”
The Doctor nipped the curve of her bottom. “Better to tease you with,” he growled.
Not many words followed as he thrusted his fingers in and out of Rose. She gave a loud yelp when he twisted his fingers inside of her and his hand was soon drenched with her release.
The Doctor lapped his fingers clean and, while Rose was still recovering from her orgasm, he then unfastened his jeans and pushed them down enough to free his erection. Rose cried out, “Oh!” when he pushed inside of her. He gently grasped her hips and thrust in and out of her rapidly, close to his own release.
She was tight, hot, and it felt like coming home every time he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. “What… a… big… oh, more more more… just like that,” Rose panted. “Please, oh God yes, more of that…”
It only served to encourage him, he moved faster and harder, the way he knew she liked it. The gardens were silent except for the sound of their moans, groans, and the wet sound of flesh against flesh. It didn’t take long before Rose clenched around him, her hips gyrated against him. The Doctor surrendered with ease, releasing inside of her but he continued his thrusting until he could feel the sticky dampness between their bodies.
The Doctor pulled Rose’s back flush with his chest and bit and sucked at the curve of her shoulder until he left a deep red mark. He kissed behind her ear. “That means you’re mine,” he murmured.
Rose rested her hands atop of his, which were gently curved around the barely noticeable swell of her belly. “I’ve always been yours,” she whispered. “And always will be.”
“Forever?” he asked, burying his face in her hair.
Rose nodded. “Forever.”
Author: irishlullaby
Beta: amyo67
Rated: Adult
Warning: Contains a good bit of role playing.
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose, Mickey/Martha, mentions of Jackie.
Summary: The TARDIS is stuck at the Powell Estates for the weekend and the Doctor is unwilling to participate in the festivities taking place on Mischief Night... that is, until he's forced into it.
AN: Takes place somewhere in the Sunday Smutfest timeline, just not 100% sure where just yet.
The Doctor looked up in surprise when he heard a knock on the TARDIS door. Confused he lumbered to the door and opened it. He looked down at the young council children dressed as a witch, a cowboy, and some kind of superhero.
“Trick or treat!” they chorused, their small faces beaming.
“Pardon?” he asked, confused. He peered out of the door only to see other costumed goblins frolicking around on the estate. “Who told you to come knock on my door?”
“The nice lady in 48 Bucknall House, sir,” the witch replied. “She said you had lots of candy and treats.”
He was just about to set them right when Rose’s voice chimed. “Hold on, I’m coming!” He stepped aside and let his lover descend upon the children armed with a tray of small white paper bags neatly closed and stapled shut.
The Doctor’s eye brows arched with interest at what Rose was wearing. She was wearing a knee length dress with a white bodice and scarlet red velvet skirt flaring out below a loose fitting black corset. She set the tray on a small table he hadn’t noticed next to the door and swooped up a cloak that matched her skirt and clipped it on.
The eyes of the children got as big as tea saucers when Rose presented each of them with one of the almost-filled white bags. They scampered off with an excited “Thank you, Miss!”
It wasn’t until Rose turned around that it registered exactly what Rose’s outfit was. A wicked leer appeared on the Doctor’s lips and his blue eyes roamed over her lustfully. “Little Red Riding Hood!”
“You like it?” Rose asked, turning this way and that to show off her costume. “Sort of figured, since we’re stuck a few days, may as well have fun with the locals.”
“To hell with the locals,” the Doctor replied, clapping his hands together with wicked delight. “I wouldn’t mind a bit of role playing myself.”
“Brilliant! You can be the Big Bad Wolf,” Rose exclaimed and ran back to the table to retrieve a small wicker basket. She pulled out a set of furry grey ears set onto a headband. She quickly plopped them onto his head, despite his protest. He continued to trying to fight her off as she approached him with a tube of black lipstick.
“Quit being such a baby,” Rose grumbled as he fell into the jump seat.
“I am not going to put on black lipstick!” the Doctor protested.
Suddenly Rose grinned wickedly. She licked her lips and lowered her tone to a seductive one. “It’s a pity… This Red Riding Hood sort of fancies wolves. Especially ones in maroon jumpers and leather jackets.”
“Yeah?” the Doctor asked, his eyes focusing on her full red lips.
Rose nodded as she crawled up to straddle his thighs. “Who knows what might happen once all the kids are in bed and all the candy is gone?”
The Doctor groaned and let his head fall back as she pressed her body against his. Rose took full advantage of his state and started rubbing the lipstick onto his nose. When his arms started flailing she got him in a headlock to finish up a set of whiskers. “Perfect!” Rose beamed, hopping off of his lap.
And just in time as another timid knock sounded on their door. This time it was a ghost and a clown. “Trick or treat!” they greeted, smiles on their small faces.
It was the running theme of the night, costumed children and young adults begging for treats, the children being scared of the wolf looming behind their pretty hostess with his arms folded over his chest and looking like he was ready to kill something. Though, he had gone as far as adjusting his ears so that they looked like they were lain down--typical aggressive pose for an agitated canis lupus such as he (and he argued that it went well with the rest of his costume).
It wasn’t until Martha and Mickey arrived with her young nephew in tow that the Doctor allowed his mood to shift to a more cheerful one. They were dressed as UNIT soldiers and a Sontaran.
“Oh! And before I forget,” Martha said with a grin. She handed over a white envelope to Rose. “I expect both of you to be there.”
Rose eagerly opened the envelope and gasped. “Oh my god…” she said breathlessly. “Congratulations!” Both women squealed with delight and hugged enthusiastically. “Martha and Mickey are getting married!” Rose said, turning towards him.
“Actually, was sort of hoping big ears would be my best man,” Mickey said with a smirk. The Doctor scowled. “Since it’s sort of because of him I met Martha.”
“Sort of?” the doctor scoffed. “You did meet her because of me.” Rose elbowed him in the side. “Anyway, congratulations, Mickey, Martha’s exactly what you needed. Martha… you could do better.” He added a grin to let his ex-companion know he was kidding.
“Careful there, Doctor,” Martha teased in return. “Go about smiling like that people may think you’re actually a nice bloke. Wedding is in January and I want Rose to be my maid-of-honour, too.
“Then we’ll be there,” Rose assured. She glared at the Doctor. “Won’t we?”
The Doctor shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah. We’ll be there. But I’m not wearing a s--” Rose’s eyes narrowed. “Santirian wedding hat.”
Martha giggled. “No worries there. No Santirians will be coming.”
“Why so soon, though?” Rose asked, shifting her attention back to her friend.
Mickey grinned at Martha affectionately. “Well,” Martha replied. “We sort of need to get married before the baby starts showing.” She gently patted her abdomen.
“What about the pair of you?” Mickey asked. “When are you two going to get married?”
The Doctor and Rose shared a look, eyebrows arched. “Technically we’re already married on five different planets,” the Doctor said.
“How many are you actually married on?” Mickey joked.
“None,” Rose said uncomfortably. She quickly gave Martha’s nephew a bag of goodies. Within a few minutes there were hugs and the trio was on their way to Jackie’s flat. Rose released a slow breath. “Wish everyone would just stop assuming we function like a normal couple.”
Another hour and all the council children were making their ways back to their homes. Rose closed the TARDIS doors and the Doctor lowered the console room lighting. He watched with hungry eyes as Rose made her way over to him. She stood on her toes and arranged his fluffy ears to standing upright. “Oh, what big ears you have,” she purred. “I like big ears. Oh… and noses. You have a big nose too.”
“Are you propositioning me Miss Hood?” the Doctor replied softly.
“Maybe,” Rose said, looping her arms around his neck. “Or maybe I just want you to hunt me down.” She nipped his chin then dashed into the corridors.
The Doctor shook his head to clear it then scampered along behind her. He caught up to her as she was dashing into the gardens. His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her feet off the ground to whirl her around.
Rose giggled as her feet touched back down. “Oh dear,” she said sweetly. “I’m lost in the forest all alone.” She twirled her hair around her finger and licked her lips as she backed away from him. “Mister Wolf, would you come with me?”
“I’d love to come with you,” the Doctor leered, shrugging off his jacket as Rose removed a red and white tablecloth from her basket. She spread it out on the grass, making damn sure her bottom was positioned for him to stare at. When she got down on her knees to smooth out the cloth, the Doctor got down on all fours and prowled up behind her.
Rose moaned softly as his hands slid up the backs of her thighs, then pushed her skirt up over her bum. The Doctor gawked at the lacy red knickers he found underneath. “You were giving candy to children in those?”
“Not like they were looking up my skirt,” she said with a shrug.
Before Rose could start an idle conversation, the Doctor slid the little scrap of lace down to Rose’s knees. She gave a soft noise as his fingers teased her opening before easing inside. Rose shook her head to clear it and breathlessly said, “Oh, Mister Wolf… what long fingers you have…”
The Doctor nipped the curve of her bottom. “Better to tease you with,” he growled.
Not many words followed as he thrusted his fingers in and out of Rose. She gave a loud yelp when he twisted his fingers inside of her and his hand was soon drenched with her release.
The Doctor lapped his fingers clean and, while Rose was still recovering from her orgasm, he then unfastened his jeans and pushed them down enough to free his erection. Rose cried out, “Oh!” when he pushed inside of her. He gently grasped her hips and thrust in and out of her rapidly, close to his own release.
She was tight, hot, and it felt like coming home every time he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. “What… a… big… oh, more more more… just like that,” Rose panted. “Please, oh God yes, more of that…”
It only served to encourage him, he moved faster and harder, the way he knew she liked it. The gardens were silent except for the sound of their moans, groans, and the wet sound of flesh against flesh. It didn’t take long before Rose clenched around him, her hips gyrated against him. The Doctor surrendered with ease, releasing inside of her but he continued his thrusting until he could feel the sticky dampness between their bodies.
The Doctor pulled Rose’s back flush with his chest and bit and sucked at the curve of her shoulder until he left a deep red mark. He kissed behind her ear. “That means you’re mine,” he murmured.
Rose rested her hands atop of his, which were gently curved around the barely noticeable swell of her belly. “I’ve always been yours,” she whispered. “And always will be.”
“Forever?” he asked, burying his face in her hair.
Rose nodded. “Forever.”