Fic: Compatibility Issues
Fic: Compatibility Issues
Series: These Words Between Us.
Characters: Rose Tyler, The Duplicate Tenth Doctor (Rose/TenII).
Spoilers: Journey's End
Rating: Adult. Explict Sex.
A/N: The fifth tale from These Words Between Us series. Beta'd byabbyromana
Summary: So you aren't expecting a mind searing orgasm every time? Because all the magazines go on about that as well.
Sexual desire was not something that the Doctor had really experienced. A few millennia of selective breeding through the Looms had eventually killed off sexual desire, thus leaving all Time Lords and Time Ladies asexual, and that was the problem.
While asexuality hadn’t killed off his ability to love romantically, it did limit how a relationship could progress outside of his own species. However, with the metacrisis, it seemed that his asexuality had been ‘cured’ and he wasn’t entirely sure how to broach the subject with Rose. In the weeks that he had been in this universe, there hadn’t been much time to talk about it. So, as had always happened with him, he had swept it under the carpet and turned his back on the issue.
Part of the problem was that he wasn’t entirely sure how to broach the subject in his own mind and there was no one with whom he could talk to about it. He thought of all three people he knew in this universe and decided that two of them would probably castrate him for having such thoughts about their daughter - although, at least that would cure the problem.
He would just have to come out and say it to see how she took it; after all, she was long past ‘you’re alien’.
-*-*-*-
Three days later, he had had enough of not telling her why he couldn’t take it to the next step.
In the first couple of weeks together, they talked, hugged and kissed. Rose hadn’t tried to take anything further, and neither had he. Yes, they shared her bed, but he had been content to just hold her at night, getting his head around all the human urges he felt and having her in his arms, where she belonged.
However, once all had been said, Rose slowly started making it clear what she wanted; her hands would stray down to his bum and gently squeeze it, or she would tangle her hands into his hair, while she stretched and arched her body into his. His body responded to her every movement; his hands would drift over her breasts or over her own arse, pulling her closer. Still, every time he felt warmth building in his groin that indicated the start of an erection, he would pull away.
As he pulled away this time, he looked down at her and saw confusion mixed with hurt in both her eyes. ‘Sorry,’ the Doctor whispered, cupping her cheek with his hand. ‘It’s just, this is...’ He trailed off, not sure how to put this to her.
‘Just what?’ she asked.
The Doctor huffed out a breath. ‘This is all new to me,’ he said, waving his hand over his groin. ‘Time Lords, well, we’re... we don’t, well, can’t really, and now that I’m part human, and I can and want to, but it’s just,’ he leant in close to Rose, and whispered. ‘It’s a little overwhelming.’
Much to his chagrin, Rose smiled before she laughed. ‘It’s okay,’ she told him, rubbing his arm. ‘You should have just said - somehow I always forget that you’re an alien, well, half now, but you look human and I sort of assumed that you just had large amounts of reserve,’ she admitted, and then, leant in close so their foreheads were touching. ‘So you’ve never...?’ she asked, her eyes moving away from his eyes to his groin and back up again to meet his gaze.
‘Nope,’ he told her, and then, he saw her look of concern. ‘I’ve got all the right equipment. After such a long association with humans, my regenerations took on several aspects of the human body in case I ever landed myself in an Earth hospital. It just wasn’t functional.’
Rose snorted with laughter, and the Doctor frowned at her. ‘Sorry,’ she said quietly.
‘I’m glad you find me amusing,’ he told her, bristling slightly.
‘Sorry, but most men are all full of bravado when they think they’re about to get some,’ she explained, ‘I remember the first time me and Mickey...’ she stopped and looked up at the Doctor. His eyebrows rose. ‘You probably don’t want to hear about that.’
The Doctor shook his head in agreement. ‘Really, I don’t,’ he told her, ‘and it’s not only that, but, well, I’ve seen all those girly films you like, and well, it’s a lot to live up to.’
At this, Rose really did laugh and shook her head. ‘Any woman knows that sex really isn’t like that,’ she told him smirking. ‘Blimey, I don’t think you’d get anyone out of bed if it was.’ Rose pressed a kiss to the Doctor’s forehead. ‘It’ll be okay, when the time is right; it’ll be fine.’
He nodded. ‘So you aren’t expecting a mind searing orgasm every time?’ he asked, ignoring the blush that was creeping up her cheeks, ‘because all the magazines go on about that as well.’
Rose frowned at the Doctor. ‘Magazines?’ she enquired.
‘You know that tat you and Donna insisted bring on board. Cosmo and the like,’ he explained with a shrug, ‘get your man to give you the perfect orgasm, after doing a bit of shopping at River Island.’
She laughed again. ‘They’re just for women who don’t get much out of being in bed with their lovers,’ Rose explained. ‘Some of the things they suggest would take a couple of gymnasts to achieve.’
Once again the Doctor raised his eyebrows at Rose.
‘Not that I would know or anything,’ she added hastily, blushing and looking away.
The Doctor sniggered at her as she regained her composure. ‘Bronze medal in under-seven’s gymnastics not a high enough qualification?’ he enquired politely.
‘And anyway,’ she ploughed on, ignoring the gymnastics quip. ‘It’ll be fine, so doesn’t matter if you’ve never done it before or you’re a regular Casanova. The first time isn’t always great. I mean, you don’t know what I like and I don’t know what you like...’ Again, Rose blushed. ‘It’ll be fine,’ she repeated before fleeing from the room.
-*-*-
Rose slipped into bed early that night, sneaking off to their shared bedroom when the Doctor went to wash up after their dinner and wine. She showered before getting into her short pyjamas and her mind drifted back to the conversation they had earlier. She knew where she stood with him. It was weird, knowing that little titbit, and had shown her that any relationship with the Time Lord would not have included the romantic aspect that she wanted from him.
She was just dozing off when she heard him come to bed, so she put the conversation to the back of her mind, reminding herself that this Doctor was more honest and frank. She actually rather enjoyed him telling her these things; although, he was still closed lipped about the Time War and all that happened before it. She figured he might tell her one day and decided not to worry until that day happened.
-*-*-
The Doctor noticed that she wasn’t actually asleep; she was probably on the edge of falling into her dreams, but she wasn’t gone yet. He slid in between the sheets and cuddled up to Rose; his body perfectly moulding to hers. He listened to her breathing for a moment longer, before dragging his fingers down her arm and smiling as her breath hitched. Slowly, he brought his left hand around to the small gap between the waist band of her pyjama shorts and the hem of her top. He slid his hand under her top and rested it over her belly. ‘This okay?’ he whispered in her ear.
‘Yeah,’ came her breathy reply as he started drawing patterns with the hand’s index finger on her skin and pressing kisses to the exposed flesh just below her ear.
She responded exquisitely; her breathing hitched again and her body shivered with each kiss.
His long fingers moved higher, away from her tummy and towards the curve of her breasts. The skin there was smooth and warm, so he brush the underside of one breast. Again, Rose’s body shivered, and she pressed herself back into his chest.
‘Thought you hadn’t done this before?’ she asked him as she lifted her head so he could get his other arm around her.
The Doctor kissed her jaw. ‘Doesn’t mean I didn’t have the capacity to think about it,’ he replied, as she turned so she was on her back, allowing his hand to wander to the nipple of the cupped breast.
His thumb glided over the tender bud, hardening under his touch. While he pressed his lips to it though the fabric of her top, his hand slid over to the other breast. He noticed that Rose suddenly stiffened and looked up at her with alarm. ‘Okay?’ he worriedly asked her.
‘Mmmm... S’nice,’ she told him, running her hand though his dishevelled hair and smiling at him. He started running his thumb over her other nipple, bring that one to a hard point as well. He kissed the newly hardened nipple though the velvety fabric, before removing his fondling hand completely from her responsive body.
He saw Rose look up at him with a pouty look as he stopped. Her mouth opened to protest, but she remained silent when his hand dipped down to the waist band of her shorts. His fingers didn’t stop when they reached either the elastic or her soft curls beneath the sheer cloth.
‘Still okay?’ he asked, kissing the corner of her mouth.
‘Yeah,’ Rose breathed, lifting and opening her thighs to give him access to her sex. His fingers slid down deeper. Even before pushing her folds apart, he could feel how wet she had become. Bit by bit, he moved his fingers deeper, sliding with ease between the folds; each movement making Rose wetter as he edged closer to her centre. He moved with a steady but snail pace that made Rose cry out and whimper with each circular stroke he made on his approach.
Rose reached over with her right hand and gently massaged his left arm, before gliding her fingers along his arm and towards his insistent fingers. Together, they pressed over her clit. She added pressure to the Doctor’s touch that made her cry out again and arch into their fingers. The Doctor grinned at her, before pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. Her fingers left his, trailing back up his arm to his shoulder. Gripping tightly to it, she leaned up to kiss him again.
As their lips met and his fingers worked beneath the waistband of her shorts, he could feel the first tingling in his groin as the blood started to rush to his cock, hardening him. The feeling intensified as he dipped his fingers into Rose’s centre, stroking the wet walls within. She gasped and moaned, whispering breaths that contained words of love and ecstasy to him.
Then, Rose did something quite unexpected; her left hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers and down to his hardened cock. She grasped it gently but firmly. ‘This okay?’ she asked breathy, slowly moving her hand up and down its length.
All he could manage was a nod as his whole body, including the fingers that had been pleasuring her, went slack and slid out of her. While his mind was starting to go blissfully blank, Rose kept to her slow, teasing rhythm for a few more minutes before she stopped.
The Doctor’s eyes shot open, giving her a wide-eyed look, but then, he saw that she had stopped to sit up and pull her top off. As she turned around to face him, he pulled his hand from her waistband and gasped.
He looked at her pert breasts with tight nipples. Rose suggestively smirked at him as he also sat up and pulled off his t-shirt, before ravishing her mouth with his lips and tongue. He guided her down with him, so that she half lay on him. One arm snaked around her back. One hand rested on her waist, while the other slipped back under her shorts to stroke her arse. He squeezed the soft flesh, before removing his hand and rolling Rose on to her back.
For a moment, their eyes met, both searching for permission to continue this exploration.
Her acquiescence was plain and naked in her eyes, so the Doctor dipped his head to her breast and took a nipple into his mouth. If possible, the small bud hardened even more as his tongue flicked over it. He watched Rose arch off the bed and ran a hand though his hair, while he moved his mouth to her other nipple.
-*-*-
Rose had never felt anything like it; despite their earlier conversation, it was clear that he had put a lot of thought into how he would do this, and as a result, she felt herself aching for him. Her sex was become wetter as her natural lubrication slid down her walls making the soft curls there damp.
Soon the Doctor’s lips left her nipples and started trailing kisses along Rose’s tummy. She could feel herself tensing as his lips got closer and closer to her waistband. His fingers hooked around the elastic as he looked up into her eyes.
Even from that angle, she could see the lust and love in his eyes. She lifted her hips to allow him to slide her shorts off, leaving her completely naked. As the Doctor’s eyes travelled over her body, she suddenly became very embarrassed. This was something they usually danced around; something she had fantasised about during the quiet nights when they lived on the TARDIS, the lonely nights she had spent in this universe, and then, after he came here. Something she thought about as she gazed longingly at him.
But one look at his face told her this was okay. ‘You are beautiful,’ he told her huskily, ‘so very beautiful.’
She beamed at him as he removed his boxers and lay on top of her. His hardened cock rested on her tummy before she parted her legs against, bringing them to rest on either side of his hips. Once again, they looked into each other’s eyes, before kissing, and their eyes never left one another’s as he slowly slid the head of his cock into her centre. Rose whimpered as she arched her body to meet him, but he slid out leaving the tip of his cock pressed against the now sensitive folds.
Rose’s gaze was locked on his eyes trying to forget her nervousness and excitement. She angled herself, fully opening her centre to him. She hissed out a breath of pleasure as his thumb skimmed her clit, gently moving in a slow circular motion before she felt his hard cock once again dip into her opening.
They were kissing as the Doctor slid into her warmth. Both of them moaned into each other’s mouth. He stoked her cheek as he started moving - a slow languid pace - as they got used to each other.
She moved with him, sliding underneath him as he thrust into her. Her arms had encircled his back, and she was clung to his shoulders, feeling the taunt muscles beneath. The Doctor’s hands ran down her sides, resting for a moment at her hips before one hand glided down to her thigh, and then, hooked around her right knee.
Rose screamed out in bliss as the Doctor pulled her right leg higher and pushed back into her, changing the angle, so that he was now rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Another thrust caused her to clench her pelvic walls, earning herself a hiss of pleasure from the Doctor as he slightly withdrew. ‘Oh, fuck,’ he hissed as he plunged inside her again, before looking her in the eye, ‘Minx,’ his whispered in a husky tone.
She smiled, kissing him again as his pace slowly started to come undone.
-*-*-
He could feel it, not only in the back of his mind but in his bollocks; it was the build up to his orgasm. His actions became faster and faster, moving to push himself to the edge. He was barely aware of Rose crying out as her orgasm hit her, wave after pleasurable wave was washing over her as he pushed himself closer and closer.
The sensation he could feel was overwhelming, swallowing his whole body as he thrust into Rose’s sated body once again before a tense feeling took over him. His whole body tensed tightly as he thrust into Rose for a final time. Gripping Rose’s hips tightly, he closed his eyes as a warm, empty bliss took over his mind and his cock emptied into Rose.
It took a moment for the bliss to fade and for him to realise that Rose was gently stroking his back. He opened his eyes to see Rose smiling at him, and he kissed her, before enveloping her in a hug. He felt himself softening inside of her. ‘That was...’ but for once he found himself speechless as he slowly pulled out of her. He rolled back on to his back, before pulling Rose into his arms.
Rose’s fingers ran over the Doctor’s chest hair. ‘Impressive for a guy who gets his tips from Cosmo,’ she teased.
The Doctor smiled, pressing a kiss to her hair as she lay in his arms. ‘Well, it wasn’t just Cosmo, I might have had a peek in FHM as well.’