Starman, Bring Me the Sun - Rose/Tenth Doctor
Title: Starman, Bring Me the Sun
Rating: R
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: Up to the season 2 finale
Summary: Tea, Elvis and starts in the TARDIS with Rose and the Doctor. That's all I'm going to say...
Disclaimer: I'm just playing in the BBC sand box. RTD and the others have all the good toys.
A/N: Thanks so much to my beta babe,
penrithmere. ^^
Rose thought back to six months ago; recollecting the ghosts, Daleks, and Cybermen. Every detail from that day was ingrained into her mind. She was always able to find things around her that took her back to him. She didn't only miss the Doctor; Rose missed having the cozy fuss around her. In this world where her father's look -alike had brought her wasn't anything that could compare to what she had seen.
There were no aliens, werewolves, face-sucking TVs or scary little children whom you didn't want to draw a picture of you. Well, there were always some scary kids but only because they wet their pants or screamed right next to you when you were sitting in the tube. Her life had taken a course towards the one she had had before him. The boredom was touchable. In one tick her life had gone back ordinary; like she hadn't ever even met him in the first place.
However, the hole inside of her was a constant reminder to the events that had taken place then. The hole made sure that she could never forget even if she would've one day wanted to let go of it all. A sting hit her chest and made her yelp. The hole he had left to her heart ached every once in a while. The image of the white wall sneaked to her mind. That stupid wall might have kept them firmly apart from each other; but it hadn't been able to kill the connection that was between them. Rose knew when she had touched the stark whiteness; the Doctor had been right on the other side. That was their last connection where she had truly felt his presence there.
The ceiling above her was light pink as was pretty much everything else in her room. Maybe Jackie had thought that the bright and happy colour from her early childhood would cheer her up and make feel better, but it hadn't.
She had lost count of how many hours she had been lying on her bed. To calculate them would bring the reality of her current situation to a depressing number. The new job at the store provided working shifts that would take her mind off of him but as soon as she discarded her uniform, her mind returned to Time Lord and his blue box.
There was more than just the pinkness around her that reminded her of the Doctor. A star mobile hung over her bed. Every time the wind blew into her room through the window, the stars started swinging back and forth. Sometimes, the threads got tangled and she'd have to separate them. In the center of the mobile was a bright yellow sun. Raising her hand towards the plastic stars, she would make them orbit around the sun. She had no idea why the stars weren't wired up to a moon. It would've made a lot more sense to her if they had been hanging from a moon. Sun was for the day time and you couldn't even see the stars during the day.
Rose let her body slump on the bed. Letting out a tired yawn and a sigh, Rose pressed her head against the pillow and let the star mobile fade into the darkness.
~
She stretched her arms out and rose to a sitting position. As soon as her sleepy body started to wake, the pain hit her. The feeling of thousand little needles poking her made Rose scream from the agony. But no sound came out; almost like something in her throat was blocking the air way. After coughing harshly and pounding her chest, she was able to get some hissing mumbles out of herself. She breathed rapidly and stood up.
She raised her eyes in curiosity to peer her new surroundings. She wasn't home in her room and the pain had come from sleeping on the rock hard floor. The aroma of steaming green tea and dusty old clothes from different centuries made her eyes close from the happiness and relief. No place could smell and look like this except the one she loved. She was inside his ship, her home.
“You know, Elvis wore this same outfit in the early 60's. He gave it to me as a present after I saved his favorite fast food drive-thru place from the angry, pink tutu-wearing hippos. They were some sort of aliens. They left this planet in such a hurry when I came there. Guess some chip lovers just aren't that talkative,” the Doctor said.
She was in the TARDIS' clothing room and he was standing in front of the mirror a white glittery jacket and a pair of matching pants. When something in his outfit looked out of order to him, he tried straightening his jacket's collar and yanking the sleeves further down. The Doctor wasn't looking at Rose, too focused on his reflection at the moment.
“But as I now think about it, it might have been best if I would've let the hippos demolish the pre-version of the Burger King. Elvis could've had his groovy pelvis grooving a little bit longer. You like the look?” he continued and peered to her direction, moving his hands on his body and showing off the outfit he was sporting.
She tried to come up with something rational to say but the grey shadow that was moving through her brain, was sweeping all the English words away.
Nothing made any sense. Staring, he waited for Rose to say something. The story behind the outfit was supposed to be funny and enlightening with the hippos and all but her face showed no signs of even the slightest amusement. In the back of his mind he had known that this wouldn't be a good idea. He should never have started to play with human dreams.
“You know how Elvis got a little chubby when he decided to start eating the hot dogs instead of just singing about them?”
“Yeah, I got your punch line but...what...what is this?” Rose eventually managed to blurt out.
“This is the TARDIS and I'm me. You forgot us already?” He knew that it wasn't the answer she had asked for. Shifting his gaze back to his reflection, he continued. “You are inside my dream. This isn't exactly the reality.”
The situation was beginning to look clearer but then she remembered where she had been before ending up in here.
“No, I'm not in your dream. I was sleeping in my bed and then I found myself in here. If anything, you and the TARDIS are in my dream. Not the other way around,” she said and started to walk closer to the piles of clothing and the mirror.
Fixing his eyes to her again, he took a step towards her.
“Now see there are some things you got right and some wrong. This here,” he said and pointed to the space around them, “is really all my dream. That's where you are wrong. But the other part is true. This is also your dream. Elvis might call this a blended dream smoothie.”
The Doctor grinned widely, flashing a line of teeth and tilting his head to left. The dark hair on top of his head was sticking up like a rooster's crest. All of a sudden she got a huge urge to walk over to him, and let her fingers dance on his backside. But instead of doing that, she stayed still and began smiling back to him.
“So I'm the plus on in your dream? Like a guest star?”
“I'd call you more something like a leading guest star,” he said, the wide grin fading a little as he walked the few steps distance until he was next to her.
“Can I...?” she asked, reaching her left palm towards his face. He nodded.
She took a step closer to him and slid the back of her hand against his cheek. When her free palms came to cup his other cheek and her left hand's fingers had moved further up to play with his rooster do, he let his eyes close and his body relax. The hair had grown a bit, just to the length where you were still able to manage it somehow. An inch more and the hair would have had a life of its own. But now it was just perfect.
“Dream or no dream, you at least feel real,” she lent to his ear and whispered, moving both of her hands into his hair mass. The scent of the green tea was also on his skin. Pressing her nose against his neck,
Rose inhaled the aroma, filling every part of herself with it and then exhaled the her breath onto his neck, making him shiver and speckle his skin goose bumps.
“You even smell real.”
“Rose...” he murmured and she raised her head up to meet his face.
Her eyes stared at him. “You bring me into your dream; but for what reason? I was pondering that in my mind and I couldn't figure it out exactly right away but then this gave me a little hint.”
She pushed her lower body against his hip and they both felt something rise there. She spoke with a low voice and he had a hard time getting sense out of her words as they slipped between her lips.
The Doctor tried to swallow the lump against throat. She noticed it and lowered her head down to kiss his neck. Enough sniffing had been done so she was free to do other things to him. Putting her palms on his chest, she begun to back him towards the TARDIS' wall and shifted her lips up to linger on his face, eventually ending up on his mouth.
She parted his lips with her tongue, thrusting it in and he made no objections, finally bringing his own hands to the small of her back.
Moving her tongue on his teeth, she tasted him. She didn't know if it was the smell of the tea, the maroon and chocolaty taste of him or the bad Elvis impersonation that he had preformed but something about him was making her crazy.
Opening her mouth as wide as she was able to get it, she kissed him harder and deeper and pulled the white jacket off his shoulders. The glittery piece of clothing had felt itchy and nasty all along beneath her fingertips. He actually seemed more relieved to get rid of it than she was.
When he started responding properly to her moving lips, she groaned quietly in the back of her throat and pushed him firmly against the TARDIS. But then something happened to his ship that made her quickly break the kiss.
The wall was wobbling like a jelly and making a funny sound as it slightly moved back and forth.
He turned his head to look at it and then brought his eyes to her confused expression.
“Whata...?” she asked, her eyeballs glowing from her bewilderment.
“What the heck is that wall doing?”
“This is a dream. You really do forget things in just a blink of an eye. Even us Time Lords can’t get all of it perfect. I had to leave some things a bit more surreal in order to get the others more realistic,” he explained and ran his hand through his hair one time.
She raised one of her brows suspiciously to him. “'S that so? You got to pick out the things that would be realistic and what are just left being wobbly?” He nodded, still holding her firmly in his grip with his hands around her waist.
“Why did you pick the floor and the clothes to be the touchable things?”
“To tell you the truth, there's no magical story behind why I chose them. I flipped a coin and the Elvis clothing and Annie - I started calling the floor that after one lovely occasion together - just got lucky. I think the coin picked rather good things, don't you?” he went on and slipped away from her arms, pacing towards the two stairs that led down from the wardrobe room. He was half naked, only wearing his pants since she had taken the jacket off. Seating himself on the top stair, he patted the spot next to him.
“Annie, eh? I don't even want you to go to the glory details of this lovely occasion, yeah? I reckon it is better if you don't get some nasty images of you and the floor sharing a quality time together stuck into my head,” she said and snorted loudly.
He didn't say anything back. Maybe he didn't want her to have those images either. He wanted to do something entirely different to her mind, to her.
Bringing his hand to tickle her knee, the Doctor forgot all about Annie and Elvis. The coin might have picked them but he had chosen her by himself. No random head or tales-things were needed for him to know that he wanted to be with her all the time it was possible. After they had been separated into these two different parallel universes, seeing her in his every day life had became impossible. But now that he had her at least in some way sitting next to him, he wanted to have all of her. Time Lords had used this dream catcher technique on important occasions.
He shifted his hand higher up on her thigh and her muscles tensed up.
His soft fingertips were traveling slowly up and down her skin, sometimes pressing harder and sometimes stopping completely to massage certain places. She gasped and begun to pant faster when he reached the highest point of her inner thigh.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he heard her take a sharp inhale as he pressed his fingers against her thigh and squeezed.
She nodded quickly as he kept his gaze fixed on her legs. Noticing that she apparently didn't wear any underwear when she was sleeping at home, he smiled.
She spread her legs wider and let him slip on of his fingers inside of her. A high pitched moan echoed in her closed mouth.
“Nobody can hear us here,” he assured her. He moved his finger and she jerked.
Making him keep his hand in the same place inside of her, Rose swung her knee over his legs and adjusted herself into his lap. She lent her lips close to his ear lobe and whispered “Less talk, more action.
He obeyed and she rewarded him with another series of those quiet whimpers and a gentle nip to his neck with her teeth.
His finger was doing its wonders to her, pushing her closer to the edge. Just as the sun was starting to come over the horizon, he withdrew his digit out of her and she looked at him disappointment glowing from her eyes.
“What is it?” she mumbled to his hair.
“Just are you sure you want this?”
She only nodded. “Bring me the sun, Starman.”
“Well, I think that would be kinda hard. The sun being rather big and gassy and all...” She silenced him by pressing her thumb against her lips.
“Be the sun for me.” She had that low voice again. This time he was able to make out every word in her sentence. She stood up slowly from his lap, pulling him up too with her arms. He rose up from the stair. They stood facing one another and she moved her trembling hands down his tummy until they reached his pants. He watched her as she worked her way agonizingly sluggishly through them. When she was finally done, he stepped out of the pants and stood bare in front of her.
Rose pushed him back to sit on the stair and soon after, she was in his lap again. The almost see-through grey night gown was the only thing still keeping them apart. With a skin caressing yank, the Doctor had taken it off her and they were both naked. Tossing the light piece of clothing next to his glittery ones, he finally got both of his hands free. She was all his now. He placed his hands firmly on her back and adding more pressure, made her chest come closer to him.
Her head was in a higher level than his. But he was more than happy with this - something as equally perfect was in his face's level.
Fantastic!
At first she felt embarrassed that he had the full exploring angle to her breast area. And then that was it. He wanted to go all the way, nothing more, nothing less. She agreed with his thoughts and shifting her palms to ramble in his hair, Rose encouraged him to take the next step, to do the thing that they both wanted and needed so badly. And he did exactly that. One smooth hip movement from him and she finally had him inside of her.
Nothing happened at first. He let the length of him settle into her and she closed her eye lids. Kissing the skin between her breasts, he slowly began rocking her body that was sitting on his lap. It felt just as good as she had imagined it to feel. Her inner thighs rubbed both sides of his body in the same rhythm as they moved together. After a while, he took her to see the sun and being as one, they leaped beyond the sun in the massive dream universe that their minds had created. The weather in the black space where they were in unison was clear - no meteorites or rock clouds in sight.
Just the two of them.
Landing back to the TARDIS with her, he checked that Rose was fine. Though she was bewildered from the sight she had just seen, the smile grew wider. The mind traveling was exhausting.Yawning he lowered his back against the floor and soon after she joined to lie next to him.
“I knew it all along. You were able to bring me the glow of the sun,” she murmured and drew tiny, oval circles on his bare chest. He wanted her figure to be closer to him and brought one arm around her shoulders.
“I merely just took you to see it. Even in the dream world, no one is able to control nor reign over the heavenly bodies, not even the Time Lords.”
“But you're the Starman. You can do anything,” she said and raised her head up a bit so she could see his face properly.
“I wasn't able to save you completely.” An awkward yet somehow understanding silence fell upon them. He sighed and she noticed how totally crushed he was that he hadn't been able to save her from the void. Without her parallel universe father she wouldn't be here... He didn't want to think about it but the disturbing thought kept pushing its way up.
“Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. We're here now.” Rose climbed on top of him and adjusted her weight on top of his body. He brought his palm to stroke away some loose locks and then lent his lips to the crook of her neck and whispered: “I love you, Stargirl.”
“I know.”
As he wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight, her surroundings started to sway and make loud creaking and banging sounds. Rapidly, she rose up to an upright position and watched how his body was beginning to fade away and the TARDIS got sucked into an invisible black hole, right before her eyes. She was left floating into the nothingness - everything was gone.
It must be like this in the void; in hell. But in a moment she felt how the black hole reappeared and pulled her being into it. The nothing was spinning faster and faster as she was sucked deeper into the hole.
~
“Rose!!”
Her eyes flew open when she heard her name being called out. She peered around. Pink. The pink was back. She was in her room.
“God...Don't scare me like that again!” Jackie was sitting on her bed next to Rose and her face showed that she was frightened.
“I thought something was wrong with you when you didn't wake up no matter how hard I tried to shake you.” Her mother's expression softened and she was beginning to calm down.
“I've made some breakfast for us,” she said as she was walking out of her room. “Bacon and pancakes.”
Rose shot an angry look to her backside. From all the mornings, she had to be the concerned mom on this one. Just my luck, she thought and buried her face into her knees. But something felt different to her now, like there was something in her room that hadn't been there when she had gone to sleep.
Standing up from the bed, she paced pass the star mobile and glanced to her night stand that was next to her bed.
There, on crisp white notebook paper was a childish drawing of a bright yellow sun. She laughed and smiled looking out of her window. He'd always be out there watching over her. With all her love, she put the paper into her wooden drawer.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: Up to the season 2 finale
Summary: Tea, Elvis and starts in the TARDIS with Rose and the Doctor. That's all I'm going to say...
Disclaimer: I'm just playing in the BBC sand box. RTD and the others have all the good toys.
A/N: Thanks so much to my beta babe,
penrithmere. ^^
Rose thought back to six months ago; recollecting the ghosts, Daleks, and Cybermen. Every detail from that day was ingrained into her mind. She was always able to find things around her that took her back to him. She didn't only miss the Doctor; Rose missed having the cozy fuss around her. In this world where her father's look -alike had brought her wasn't anything that could compare to what she had seen.
There were no aliens, werewolves, face-sucking TVs or scary little children whom you didn't want to draw a picture of you. Well, there were always some scary kids but only because they wet their pants or screamed right next to you when you were sitting in the tube. Her life had taken a course towards the one she had had before him. The boredom was touchable. In one tick her life had gone back ordinary; like she hadn't ever even met him in the first place.
However, the hole inside of her was a constant reminder to the events that had taken place then. The hole made sure that she could never forget even if she would've one day wanted to let go of it all. A sting hit her chest and made her yelp. The hole he had left to her heart ached every once in a while. The image of the white wall sneaked to her mind. That stupid wall might have kept them firmly apart from each other; but it hadn't been able to kill the connection that was between them. Rose knew when she had touched the stark whiteness; the Doctor had been right on the other side. That was their last connection where she had truly felt his presence there.
The ceiling above her was light pink as was pretty much everything else in her room. Maybe Jackie had thought that the bright and happy colour from her early childhood would cheer her up and make feel better, but it hadn't.
She had lost count of how many hours she had been lying on her bed. To calculate them would bring the reality of her current situation to a depressing number. The new job at the store provided working shifts that would take her mind off of him but as soon as she discarded her uniform, her mind returned to Time Lord and his blue box.
There was more than just the pinkness around her that reminded her of the Doctor. A star mobile hung over her bed. Every time the wind blew into her room through the window, the stars started swinging back and forth. Sometimes, the threads got tangled and she'd have to separate them. In the center of the mobile was a bright yellow sun. Raising her hand towards the plastic stars, she would make them orbit around the sun. She had no idea why the stars weren't wired up to a moon. It would've made a lot more sense to her if they had been hanging from a moon. Sun was for the day time and you couldn't even see the stars during the day.
Rose let her body slump on the bed. Letting out a tired yawn and a sigh, Rose pressed her head against the pillow and let the star mobile fade into the darkness.
~
She stretched her arms out and rose to a sitting position. As soon as her sleepy body started to wake, the pain hit her. The feeling of thousand little needles poking her made Rose scream from the agony. But no sound came out; almost like something in her throat was blocking the air way. After coughing harshly and pounding her chest, she was able to get some hissing mumbles out of herself. She breathed rapidly and stood up.
She raised her eyes in curiosity to peer her new surroundings. She wasn't home in her room and the pain had come from sleeping on the rock hard floor. The aroma of steaming green tea and dusty old clothes from different centuries made her eyes close from the happiness and relief. No place could smell and look like this except the one she loved. She was inside his ship, her home.
“You know, Elvis wore this same outfit in the early 60's. He gave it to me as a present after I saved his favorite fast food drive-thru place from the angry, pink tutu-wearing hippos. They were some sort of aliens. They left this planet in such a hurry when I came there. Guess some chip lovers just aren't that talkative,” the Doctor said.
She was in the TARDIS' clothing room and he was standing in front of the mirror a white glittery jacket and a pair of matching pants. When something in his outfit looked out of order to him, he tried straightening his jacket's collar and yanking the sleeves further down. The Doctor wasn't looking at Rose, too focused on his reflection at the moment.
“But as I now think about it, it might have been best if I would've let the hippos demolish the pre-version of the Burger King. Elvis could've had his groovy pelvis grooving a little bit longer. You like the look?” he continued and peered to her direction, moving his hands on his body and showing off the outfit he was sporting.
She tried to come up with something rational to say but the grey shadow that was moving through her brain, was sweeping all the English words away.
Nothing made any sense. Staring, he waited for Rose to say something. The story behind the outfit was supposed to be funny and enlightening with the hippos and all but her face showed no signs of even the slightest amusement. In the back of his mind he had known that this wouldn't be a good idea. He should never have started to play with human dreams.
“You know how Elvis got a little chubby when he decided to start eating the hot dogs instead of just singing about them?”
“Yeah, I got your punch line but...what...what is this?” Rose eventually managed to blurt out.
“This is the TARDIS and I'm me. You forgot us already?” He knew that it wasn't the answer she had asked for. Shifting his gaze back to his reflection, he continued. “You are inside my dream. This isn't exactly the reality.”
The situation was beginning to look clearer but then she remembered where she had been before ending up in here.
“No, I'm not in your dream. I was sleeping in my bed and then I found myself in here. If anything, you and the TARDIS are in my dream. Not the other way around,” she said and started to walk closer to the piles of clothing and the mirror.
Fixing his eyes to her again, he took a step towards her.
“Now see there are some things you got right and some wrong. This here,” he said and pointed to the space around them, “is really all my dream. That's where you are wrong. But the other part is true. This is also your dream. Elvis might call this a blended dream smoothie.”
The Doctor grinned widely, flashing a line of teeth and tilting his head to left. The dark hair on top of his head was sticking up like a rooster's crest. All of a sudden she got a huge urge to walk over to him, and let her fingers dance on his backside. But instead of doing that, she stayed still and began smiling back to him.
“So I'm the plus on in your dream? Like a guest star?”
“I'd call you more something like a leading guest star,” he said, the wide grin fading a little as he walked the few steps distance until he was next to her.
“Can I...?” she asked, reaching her left palm towards his face. He nodded.
She took a step closer to him and slid the back of her hand against his cheek. When her free palms came to cup his other cheek and her left hand's fingers had moved further up to play with his rooster do, he let his eyes close and his body relax. The hair had grown a bit, just to the length where you were still able to manage it somehow. An inch more and the hair would have had a life of its own. But now it was just perfect.
“Dream or no dream, you at least feel real,” she lent to his ear and whispered, moving both of her hands into his hair mass. The scent of the green tea was also on his skin. Pressing her nose against his neck,
Rose inhaled the aroma, filling every part of herself with it and then exhaled the her breath onto his neck, making him shiver and speckle his skin goose bumps.
“You even smell real.”
“Rose...” he murmured and she raised her head up to meet his face.
Her eyes stared at him. “You bring me into your dream; but for what reason? I was pondering that in my mind and I couldn't figure it out exactly right away but then this gave me a little hint.”
She pushed her lower body against his hip and they both felt something rise there. She spoke with a low voice and he had a hard time getting sense out of her words as they slipped between her lips.
The Doctor tried to swallow the lump against throat. She noticed it and lowered her head down to kiss his neck. Enough sniffing had been done so she was free to do other things to him. Putting her palms on his chest, she begun to back him towards the TARDIS' wall and shifted her lips up to linger on his face, eventually ending up on his mouth.
She parted his lips with her tongue, thrusting it in and he made no objections, finally bringing his own hands to the small of her back.
Moving her tongue on his teeth, she tasted him. She didn't know if it was the smell of the tea, the maroon and chocolaty taste of him or the bad Elvis impersonation that he had preformed but something about him was making her crazy.
Opening her mouth as wide as she was able to get it, she kissed him harder and deeper and pulled the white jacket off his shoulders. The glittery piece of clothing had felt itchy and nasty all along beneath her fingertips. He actually seemed more relieved to get rid of it than she was.
When he started responding properly to her moving lips, she groaned quietly in the back of her throat and pushed him firmly against the TARDIS. But then something happened to his ship that made her quickly break the kiss.
The wall was wobbling like a jelly and making a funny sound as it slightly moved back and forth.
He turned his head to look at it and then brought his eyes to her confused expression.
“Whata...?” she asked, her eyeballs glowing from her bewilderment.
“What the heck is that wall doing?”
“This is a dream. You really do forget things in just a blink of an eye. Even us Time Lords can’t get all of it perfect. I had to leave some things a bit more surreal in order to get the others more realistic,” he explained and ran his hand through his hair one time.
She raised one of her brows suspiciously to him. “'S that so? You got to pick out the things that would be realistic and what are just left being wobbly?” He nodded, still holding her firmly in his grip with his hands around her waist.
“Why did you pick the floor and the clothes to be the touchable things?”
“To tell you the truth, there's no magical story behind why I chose them. I flipped a coin and the Elvis clothing and Annie - I started calling the floor that after one lovely occasion together - just got lucky. I think the coin picked rather good things, don't you?” he went on and slipped away from her arms, pacing towards the two stairs that led down from the wardrobe room. He was half naked, only wearing his pants since she had taken the jacket off. Seating himself on the top stair, he patted the spot next to him.
“Annie, eh? I don't even want you to go to the glory details of this lovely occasion, yeah? I reckon it is better if you don't get some nasty images of you and the floor sharing a quality time together stuck into my head,” she said and snorted loudly.
He didn't say anything back. Maybe he didn't want her to have those images either. He wanted to do something entirely different to her mind, to her.
Bringing his hand to tickle her knee, the Doctor forgot all about Annie and Elvis. The coin might have picked them but he had chosen her by himself. No random head or tales-things were needed for him to know that he wanted to be with her all the time it was possible. After they had been separated into these two different parallel universes, seeing her in his every day life had became impossible. But now that he had her at least in some way sitting next to him, he wanted to have all of her. Time Lords had used this dream catcher technique on important occasions.
He shifted his hand higher up on her thigh and her muscles tensed up.
His soft fingertips were traveling slowly up and down her skin, sometimes pressing harder and sometimes stopping completely to massage certain places. She gasped and begun to pant faster when he reached the highest point of her inner thigh.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he heard her take a sharp inhale as he pressed his fingers against her thigh and squeezed.
She nodded quickly as he kept his gaze fixed on her legs. Noticing that she apparently didn't wear any underwear when she was sleeping at home, he smiled.
She spread her legs wider and let him slip on of his fingers inside of her. A high pitched moan echoed in her closed mouth.
“Nobody can hear us here,” he assured her. He moved his finger and she jerked.
Making him keep his hand in the same place inside of her, Rose swung her knee over his legs and adjusted herself into his lap. She lent her lips close to his ear lobe and whispered “Less talk, more action.
He obeyed and she rewarded him with another series of those quiet whimpers and a gentle nip to his neck with her teeth.
His finger was doing its wonders to her, pushing her closer to the edge. Just as the sun was starting to come over the horizon, he withdrew his digit out of her and she looked at him disappointment glowing from her eyes.
“What is it?” she mumbled to his hair.
“Just are you sure you want this?”
She only nodded. “Bring me the sun, Starman.”
“Well, I think that would be kinda hard. The sun being rather big and gassy and all...” She silenced him by pressing her thumb against her lips.
“Be the sun for me.” She had that low voice again. This time he was able to make out every word in her sentence. She stood up slowly from his lap, pulling him up too with her arms. He rose up from the stair. They stood facing one another and she moved her trembling hands down his tummy until they reached his pants. He watched her as she worked her way agonizingly sluggishly through them. When she was finally done, he stepped out of the pants and stood bare in front of her.
Rose pushed him back to sit on the stair and soon after, she was in his lap again. The almost see-through grey night gown was the only thing still keeping them apart. With a skin caressing yank, the Doctor had taken it off her and they were both naked. Tossing the light piece of clothing next to his glittery ones, he finally got both of his hands free. She was all his now. He placed his hands firmly on her back and adding more pressure, made her chest come closer to him.
Her head was in a higher level than his. But he was more than happy with this - something as equally perfect was in his face's level.
Fantastic!
At first she felt embarrassed that he had the full exploring angle to her breast area. And then that was it. He wanted to go all the way, nothing more, nothing less. She agreed with his thoughts and shifting her palms to ramble in his hair, Rose encouraged him to take the next step, to do the thing that they both wanted and needed so badly. And he did exactly that. One smooth hip movement from him and she finally had him inside of her.
Nothing happened at first. He let the length of him settle into her and she closed her eye lids. Kissing the skin between her breasts, he slowly began rocking her body that was sitting on his lap. It felt just as good as she had imagined it to feel. Her inner thighs rubbed both sides of his body in the same rhythm as they moved together. After a while, he took her to see the sun and being as one, they leaped beyond the sun in the massive dream universe that their minds had created. The weather in the black space where they were in unison was clear - no meteorites or rock clouds in sight.
Just the two of them.
Landing back to the TARDIS with her, he checked that Rose was fine. Though she was bewildered from the sight she had just seen, the smile grew wider. The mind traveling was exhausting.Yawning he lowered his back against the floor and soon after she joined to lie next to him.
“I knew it all along. You were able to bring me the glow of the sun,” she murmured and drew tiny, oval circles on his bare chest. He wanted her figure to be closer to him and brought one arm around her shoulders.
“I merely just took you to see it. Even in the dream world, no one is able to control nor reign over the heavenly bodies, not even the Time Lords.”
“But you're the Starman. You can do anything,” she said and raised her head up a bit so she could see his face properly.
“I wasn't able to save you completely.” An awkward yet somehow understanding silence fell upon them. He sighed and she noticed how totally crushed he was that he hadn't been able to save her from the void. Without her parallel universe father she wouldn't be here... He didn't want to think about it but the disturbing thought kept pushing its way up.
“Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. We're here now.” Rose climbed on top of him and adjusted her weight on top of his body. He brought his palm to stroke away some loose locks and then lent his lips to the crook of her neck and whispered: “I love you, Stargirl.”
“I know.”
As he wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight, her surroundings started to sway and make loud creaking and banging sounds. Rapidly, she rose up to an upright position and watched how his body was beginning to fade away and the TARDIS got sucked into an invisible black hole, right before her eyes. She was left floating into the nothingness - everything was gone.
It must be like this in the void; in hell. But in a moment she felt how the black hole reappeared and pulled her being into it. The nothing was spinning faster and faster as she was sucked deeper into the hole.
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“Rose!!”
Her eyes flew open when she heard her name being called out. She peered around. Pink. The pink was back. She was in her room.
“God...Don't scare me like that again!” Jackie was sitting on her bed next to Rose and her face showed that she was frightened.
“I thought something was wrong with you when you didn't wake up no matter how hard I tried to shake you.” Her mother's expression softened and she was beginning to calm down.
“I've made some breakfast for us,” she said as she was walking out of her room. “Bacon and pancakes.”
Rose shot an angry look to her backside. From all the mornings, she had to be the concerned mom on this one. Just my luck, she thought and buried her face into her knees. But something felt different to her now, like there was something in her room that hadn't been there when she had gone to sleep.
Standing up from the bed, she paced pass the star mobile and glanced to her night stand that was next to her bed.
There, on crisp white notebook paper was a childish drawing of a bright yellow sun. She laughed and smiled looking out of her window. He'd always be out there watching over her. With all her love, she put the paper into her wooden drawer.