Ficathon
Title: Washed away
Rating: Adult/R
Gift for: Lillibetm3
Beta: Ellie (and with thanks to anepidemic)
Summary: ''Look, the beach of Barcelona, the planet not the place. I keep meaning to bring you here, it's perfectly safe. You can swim in private and..' The Doctor tries to make it up to Rose.
Prompt: An argument which leads to console sex; The Doctor and Rose in the Wardrobe.
"I'll make it up to you.' The Doctor declared, as he stripped off his leather coat and threw it over the rails.
Racing to the controls, he pressed a multitude of buttons, turned a series of dials and propelled the Tardis into life, catapulting Rose into his arms. Ignoring her hiss of disapproval, he dragging her to the door, throwing it open.
'Look, the beach of Barcelona, the planet not the place. I keep meaning to bring you here, it's perfectly safe. You can swim in private and..'
'Away from the shocked looks on the last planet you mean? Wash the humiliation away?' Rose stormed past the Doctor, cursing as she swept into the Tardis corridors and on to the Wardrobe. He hadn't even apologised and the only place she felt like going to was her bedroom on the Powell Estate. Instead, bloody Barcelona.
'The plant not the place.' Rose mimicked his accent as she pounded down the corridors.
'I heard that!' His voice echoed in the distant hallway.
Aware that the Doctor was capable of outpacing her, she broke into a run. It was, Rose thought, as she slammed the Wardrobe door shut, rather pointless trying to keep him out. It was his ship and he had the sonic screwdriver. Still, slamming the door made her feel a bit better, although rather apologetic towards the Tardis.
Despite hiding herself in the vast racks of clothing, there was no chance of keeping the Doctor at bay, as he paced up and down, worry evident on his face as Rose peeked at him briefly through the rails of elegant garments. Finally, he caught her by surprise, creeping up behind her and making her yelp in shock which merely served to make her more angry.
'Sorry.' He spoke softly. 'I didn't think.'
She shrugged. 'Don't care what you think.'
'Yeah you do.' The Doctor looked wrong-footed. 'Don't you?'
'Right now, at this moment in time with the sound of thousands of Eygliptights gasping at me, no I don't. It was ME caring about what YOU thought that made me wear this outfit.' Rose yelled as she advanced on the Doctor, poking him in the chest. 'YOU said they were very forward thinking. You told ME that jeans and a t-shirt just wouldn't cut it. YOU told me which rack to get my clothing from and this is what I found.'
'I think I must have put this on the wrong rail.' He held up his hands in defence. 'B for Barbarella and it ended up in P, it's an easy mistake to make.'
'If you're illiterate maybe.' Rose glared at him and drew breath.
'Oi, I said I was sorry, I know I've got big ears but don't bash them anymore.' The Doctor offered a smile. 'So is it a quick swim and back to Earth in time for chips at teatime then?'
Rose shook her head in amazement, 'I give up! You really don't understand what it's like to have everyone look at you like you're stupid do you?'
'Yeah, I do as it happens. Mostly when I tell people to save themselves. They think I'm stupid and most of the time they die before I can say I told them so.' The Doctor's voice was cold, sharper than any steel. 'Doesn't mean to say that I'd want it to happen to you.'
'It nearly did.' Rose glared at him and found herself softening as he stared at his feet, an awkward silence hanging between them. Sighing, more in frustration than anger, she found a towel under T, a swimsuit on rack S and walked from the Tardis, deciding that she may as well make the most of the brief pitstop.
Barcelona, she thought, was almost worth the mistake. As the light from twin moons shone over the darkened sea, Rose gazed at the still water, the bright stars mirrored in the surface and fell in love. It was worth every moment of danger, every argument and any mistake.
For one brief second, she swore that there was a brief caress of a hand on her shoulders but when Rose looked he wasn't there. Still smarting she assumed and regretted her words. She was never in danger with him holding her hand and at moments like this, she felt lonely without his presence.
The water drew her close, made her feel magical, almost hedonistic and in a moment of lost inhibition that she later thought was inexplicable, Rose ripped off the stupid Barbarella dress with the almost nonexistent skirt and the leather belt. Threw away the thigh boots that make the Doctor look up at her in awe, made her feel powerful, and plunged naked into the sea. Floating up high on the water, she watched the drips creep down her naked breast, her body a rich, creamy silver against the dark water.
xxxxxx
The Doctor paced back to the heart of his ship. Aware his haphazard organisation of the wardobe was a shallow excuse, he ventured outside as if in danger of attack from cybermen than his plus-one.
The view left him filled with wonder and desire. Caught offguard, he stood stock still, terrified than any movement would scare Rose away as she floated on the sea as naked as the day she was born. As she turned, dived into the darkness away from him, the Doctor swore he had never felt so lonely as she left him and the intimate moment in the past.
Somewhere within his mind, he found the courage to walk away and hide himself in the dark corridors, passing enough time to allow her to change and dress. To restore the dignity that was necessary to being Rose. The courage and determination to meet him at every turn and question his reason. The Doctor knew that made him love her more. Standing tall he rejected that word. Love. He preferred 'Treasure', it was safe. Love was addictive.
He marched back to the controls. Barcelona was more dangerous that he gave it credit, it was the most innocent of places on paper, but he hadn't factored on skinny dipping. As he walked, the Doctor gave himself a lecture in ethics and gentlemanly behaviour and found that he was ready to face Rose as he took his seat.
What he hadn't factored was finding her shivering and wrapped in his leather coat. He hadn't considered that she might have swum out again on the still tide again. Yet, as he turned to leave, the Doctor felt himself fall, descended from a space so high he's dizzy with her.
He could not stop, there were no brakes as he lifted her face to his, kissed her softly at first then more passionately. His arm wrapped around her waist to secure her to his body. His kissing didn't stop at her lips. A trail was laid down as he slowly peeled away the jacket. He sucked gently at the hollow of her throat. His tongue caressed the line of her collarbone. It flickered through the valley between her breasts. He planted a garden of hot, moist spots across her tummy.
Kneeling before her, he parted the coat again and looked up in surprise as she took it gently away and dropped it on the floor. He sat back on his heels and took in the sight of her. Breathed deeply and inhaled her scent, and leant forward to kiss up her thighs and his lips descended down her legs.
xxxxxx
Rose leaned back against the console as her legs began to tremble.
Her breath quickened as her arousal increased. She was wet and yet her Doctor had barely touched her. There had been just that brief moment of promise after she dropped the towel. His slow return up her body by way of her other leg was maddening. She wanted his face against her but at the same time that she didn't want the teasing to come to an end. Her skin felt alive, hypersensitive. The trembling in her legs was threatening to make her fall, and only her need for more was keeping her upright, afraid to move in case he stopped.
The tip of his tongue just barely traced the outline of her lips and thigh, its touch so light that she was unsure of its presence before it was gone. She shuddered, and the feel of her bare skin pressing against the cold, metal of the controls became an addition to her sensation. She couldn't understand why he'd stopped. She was intensely curious, but dared not open her eyes to look. The cool air raised goose bumps on her thighs as it blew across her wetness.
Her hips bucked violently as his tongue tormented just once over her engorged clit and then was gone once again. This time she cried out, the sound forced from her by the sudden hot contact of the tip of his tongue being replaced by the cool air once again. Her skin was becoming flushed and hot. She knew that anyone observing her would see a blush that proved her transformation at his hands from flirt to lustful. From his plus one to his wanton goddess. Nurse to his Doctor.
She felt his breath again on her heated core, warm and caressing. She wanted to pull his head hard against herself. To grind herself against his face, to beg him to lick her, suck her, fuck her with his tongue. To have him naked and pounding her. She felt insane with her need for him, only him, her Doctor.
Her legs suddenly buckled, but he didn't let her fall. His strong hands immediately supported her by her hips, allowing her to slide down onto the floor. Rose was expecting grating but found softness and realised that the comfort to her back is his leather jacket. Somewhere in the space between standing and laying, she had lost time since he was stripped and naked before her.
The sensation of sight was a lecture Rose had often received from him. As she lay under him, she appreciated every word as she drunk in his body. Shoulders which were firm, muscles that defined his build as athletic and slim. Her eyes traveled down his rippled stomach, hard thighs and the most delicious, well endowed cock which she desperately wanted inside her. The Doctor smiled at her, an expression that was so different from his usual self confident posture, so loaded with love. A hopeful, tender look that was given with so many unsaid thoughts. Then it was gone as he worked his way down her body, caressing her nipples and playing with her breasts before he reached her thighs again.
Her breathing was ragged now. Panting. Shallow. She became aware that she was making little squeaks, little breath noises that she couldn't control. She twisted her hips against his lips and tongue, trying to force contact with her clit, but he stayed just out of reach, somehow evading her twisting and even her thrusting against him.
Now she did beg, incoherently, totally unashamed to be so transparent in wanting release. Her fingers dug deeply into the leather beneath her body. Her erect nipples were like two points of fire burning brightly in the eerie light of the controls and her breasts felt turgid and heavy. And still his mouth avoided her centre.
She felt hung in a void, weightless. All her senses contracted to a point of pure energy between her thighs. Her eyes never left his body. A quivering, reflective, expanding pool of sexual desire, filled to the top and yet somehow not able to spill over. It seemed as if he had stopped time. She didn't think she could stand any more, that she would somehow fly apart and be lost. His lips moved, his tongue caressed. He sucked her hard between his lips and, pressing with his tongue, swirled it over her, moving her swollen, tender, hungry bud back and forth between his lips, pressing his face tightly against her.
Somewhere in the midst of the frenzy of longing, Rose panted his name like a chant and he rose up onto his arms, found her mouth and kissed her with absolute passion. Once again, she lost reason and sense, and came back to reality on the chair, pitched over it as he stood behind her, his glorious arse pressed against the controls. His hand between her thighs was almost too much as he parted her legs wide, his cock easing into her wetness as one hand pulled her hips back empaling her on his body. His fingers found her swollen bud and began to massage her into another release that only he could bring to her
She moaned and shuddered and cried as her orgasm raced through her. The pool of her desire brightened and flowed and surged as it escaped, exploding outward through her until she knew she must have dazzled and lit up the night. Her body sagged back, spent, and for a brief time she was gone, vanished to a mere pinprick of satiated consciousness.
As she falls, Rose conquers her ego. 'What you think, it does matter.'
Rating: Adult/R
Gift for: Lillibetm3
Beta: Ellie (and with thanks to anepidemic)
Summary: ''Look, the beach of Barcelona, the planet not the place. I keep meaning to bring you here, it's perfectly safe. You can swim in private and..' The Doctor tries to make it up to Rose.
Prompt: An argument which leads to console sex; The Doctor and Rose in the Wardrobe.
"I'll make it up to you.' The Doctor declared, as he stripped off his leather coat and threw it over the rails.
Racing to the controls, he pressed a multitude of buttons, turned a series of dials and propelled the Tardis into life, catapulting Rose into his arms. Ignoring her hiss of disapproval, he dragging her to the door, throwing it open.
'Look, the beach of Barcelona, the planet not the place. I keep meaning to bring you here, it's perfectly safe. You can swim in private and..'
'Away from the shocked looks on the last planet you mean? Wash the humiliation away?' Rose stormed past the Doctor, cursing as she swept into the Tardis corridors and on to the Wardrobe. He hadn't even apologised and the only place she felt like going to was her bedroom on the Powell Estate. Instead, bloody Barcelona.
'The plant not the place.' Rose mimicked his accent as she pounded down the corridors.
'I heard that!' His voice echoed in the distant hallway.
Aware that the Doctor was capable of outpacing her, she broke into a run. It was, Rose thought, as she slammed the Wardrobe door shut, rather pointless trying to keep him out. It was his ship and he had the sonic screwdriver. Still, slamming the door made her feel a bit better, although rather apologetic towards the Tardis.
Despite hiding herself in the vast racks of clothing, there was no chance of keeping the Doctor at bay, as he paced up and down, worry evident on his face as Rose peeked at him briefly through the rails of elegant garments. Finally, he caught her by surprise, creeping up behind her and making her yelp in shock which merely served to make her more angry.
'Sorry.' He spoke softly. 'I didn't think.'
She shrugged. 'Don't care what you think.'
'Yeah you do.' The Doctor looked wrong-footed. 'Don't you?'
'Right now, at this moment in time with the sound of thousands of Eygliptights gasping at me, no I don't. It was ME caring about what YOU thought that made me wear this outfit.' Rose yelled as she advanced on the Doctor, poking him in the chest. 'YOU said they were very forward thinking. You told ME that jeans and a t-shirt just wouldn't cut it. YOU told me which rack to get my clothing from and this is what I found.'
'I think I must have put this on the wrong rail.' He held up his hands in defence. 'B for Barbarella and it ended up in P, it's an easy mistake to make.'
'If you're illiterate maybe.' Rose glared at him and drew breath.
'Oi, I said I was sorry, I know I've got big ears but don't bash them anymore.' The Doctor offered a smile. 'So is it a quick swim and back to Earth in time for chips at teatime then?'
Rose shook her head in amazement, 'I give up! You really don't understand what it's like to have everyone look at you like you're stupid do you?'
'Yeah, I do as it happens. Mostly when I tell people to save themselves. They think I'm stupid and most of the time they die before I can say I told them so.' The Doctor's voice was cold, sharper than any steel. 'Doesn't mean to say that I'd want it to happen to you.'
'It nearly did.' Rose glared at him and found herself softening as he stared at his feet, an awkward silence hanging between them. Sighing, more in frustration than anger, she found a towel under T, a swimsuit on rack S and walked from the Tardis, deciding that she may as well make the most of the brief pitstop.
Barcelona, she thought, was almost worth the mistake. As the light from twin moons shone over the darkened sea, Rose gazed at the still water, the bright stars mirrored in the surface and fell in love. It was worth every moment of danger, every argument and any mistake.
For one brief second, she swore that there was a brief caress of a hand on her shoulders but when Rose looked he wasn't there. Still smarting she assumed and regretted her words. She was never in danger with him holding her hand and at moments like this, she felt lonely without his presence.
The water drew her close, made her feel magical, almost hedonistic and in a moment of lost inhibition that she later thought was inexplicable, Rose ripped off the stupid Barbarella dress with the almost nonexistent skirt and the leather belt. Threw away the thigh boots that make the Doctor look up at her in awe, made her feel powerful, and plunged naked into the sea. Floating up high on the water, she watched the drips creep down her naked breast, her body a rich, creamy silver against the dark water.
xxxxxx
The Doctor paced back to the heart of his ship. Aware his haphazard organisation of the wardobe was a shallow excuse, he ventured outside as if in danger of attack from cybermen than his plus-one.
The view left him filled with wonder and desire. Caught offguard, he stood stock still, terrified than any movement would scare Rose away as she floated on the sea as naked as the day she was born. As she turned, dived into the darkness away from him, the Doctor swore he had never felt so lonely as she left him and the intimate moment in the past.
Somewhere within his mind, he found the courage to walk away and hide himself in the dark corridors, passing enough time to allow her to change and dress. To restore the dignity that was necessary to being Rose. The courage and determination to meet him at every turn and question his reason. The Doctor knew that made him love her more. Standing tall he rejected that word. Love. He preferred 'Treasure', it was safe. Love was addictive.
He marched back to the controls. Barcelona was more dangerous that he gave it credit, it was the most innocent of places on paper, but he hadn't factored on skinny dipping. As he walked, the Doctor gave himself a lecture in ethics and gentlemanly behaviour and found that he was ready to face Rose as he took his seat.
What he hadn't factored was finding her shivering and wrapped in his leather coat. He hadn't considered that she might have swum out again on the still tide again. Yet, as he turned to leave, the Doctor felt himself fall, descended from a space so high he's dizzy with her.
He could not stop, there were no brakes as he lifted her face to his, kissed her softly at first then more passionately. His arm wrapped around her waist to secure her to his body. His kissing didn't stop at her lips. A trail was laid down as he slowly peeled away the jacket. He sucked gently at the hollow of her throat. His tongue caressed the line of her collarbone. It flickered through the valley between her breasts. He planted a garden of hot, moist spots across her tummy.
Kneeling before her, he parted the coat again and looked up in surprise as she took it gently away and dropped it on the floor. He sat back on his heels and took in the sight of her. Breathed deeply and inhaled her scent, and leant forward to kiss up her thighs and his lips descended down her legs.
xxxxxx
Rose leaned back against the console as her legs began to tremble.
Her breath quickened as her arousal increased. She was wet and yet her Doctor had barely touched her. There had been just that brief moment of promise after she dropped the towel. His slow return up her body by way of her other leg was maddening. She wanted his face against her but at the same time that she didn't want the teasing to come to an end. Her skin felt alive, hypersensitive. The trembling in her legs was threatening to make her fall, and only her need for more was keeping her upright, afraid to move in case he stopped.
The tip of his tongue just barely traced the outline of her lips and thigh, its touch so light that she was unsure of its presence before it was gone. She shuddered, and the feel of her bare skin pressing against the cold, metal of the controls became an addition to her sensation. She couldn't understand why he'd stopped. She was intensely curious, but dared not open her eyes to look. The cool air raised goose bumps on her thighs as it blew across her wetness.
Her hips bucked violently as his tongue tormented just once over her engorged clit and then was gone once again. This time she cried out, the sound forced from her by the sudden hot contact of the tip of his tongue being replaced by the cool air once again. Her skin was becoming flushed and hot. She knew that anyone observing her would see a blush that proved her transformation at his hands from flirt to lustful. From his plus one to his wanton goddess. Nurse to his Doctor.
She felt his breath again on her heated core, warm and caressing. She wanted to pull his head hard against herself. To grind herself against his face, to beg him to lick her, suck her, fuck her with his tongue. To have him naked and pounding her. She felt insane with her need for him, only him, her Doctor.
Her legs suddenly buckled, but he didn't let her fall. His strong hands immediately supported her by her hips, allowing her to slide down onto the floor. Rose was expecting grating but found softness and realised that the comfort to her back is his leather jacket. Somewhere in the space between standing and laying, she had lost time since he was stripped and naked before her.
The sensation of sight was a lecture Rose had often received from him. As she lay under him, she appreciated every word as she drunk in his body. Shoulders which were firm, muscles that defined his build as athletic and slim. Her eyes traveled down his rippled stomach, hard thighs and the most delicious, well endowed cock which she desperately wanted inside her. The Doctor smiled at her, an expression that was so different from his usual self confident posture, so loaded with love. A hopeful, tender look that was given with so many unsaid thoughts. Then it was gone as he worked his way down her body, caressing her nipples and playing with her breasts before he reached her thighs again.
Her breathing was ragged now. Panting. Shallow. She became aware that she was making little squeaks, little breath noises that she couldn't control. She twisted her hips against his lips and tongue, trying to force contact with her clit, but he stayed just out of reach, somehow evading her twisting and even her thrusting against him.
Now she did beg, incoherently, totally unashamed to be so transparent in wanting release. Her fingers dug deeply into the leather beneath her body. Her erect nipples were like two points of fire burning brightly in the eerie light of the controls and her breasts felt turgid and heavy. And still his mouth avoided her centre.
She felt hung in a void, weightless. All her senses contracted to a point of pure energy between her thighs. Her eyes never left his body. A quivering, reflective, expanding pool of sexual desire, filled to the top and yet somehow not able to spill over. It seemed as if he had stopped time. She didn't think she could stand any more, that she would somehow fly apart and be lost. His lips moved, his tongue caressed. He sucked her hard between his lips and, pressing with his tongue, swirled it over her, moving her swollen, tender, hungry bud back and forth between his lips, pressing his face tightly against her.
Somewhere in the midst of the frenzy of longing, Rose panted his name like a chant and he rose up onto his arms, found her mouth and kissed her with absolute passion. Once again, she lost reason and sense, and came back to reality on the chair, pitched over it as he stood behind her, his glorious arse pressed against the controls. His hand between her thighs was almost too much as he parted her legs wide, his cock easing into her wetness as one hand pulled her hips back empaling her on his body. His fingers found her swollen bud and began to massage her into another release that only he could bring to her
She moaned and shuddered and cried as her orgasm raced through her. The pool of her desire brightened and flowed and surged as it escaped, exploding outward through her until she knew she must have dazzled and lit up the night. Her body sagged back, spent, and for a brief time she was gone, vanished to a mere pinprick of satiated consciousness.
As she falls, Rose conquers her ego. 'What you think, it does matter.'