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Title: Blind Sighted
Author: Me!
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Smut, h/c TO THE MAX, BABY!
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Summary: Sometimes, it takes being blind to see what really matters.
Notes: This is for wiggiemomsi who won my services in the Support Stacie Auction. Hope you like it! Thanks go to wendymr for the beta.
Her skin was trying to crawl off her bones. Itching, burning everywhere, all over her body, in her eyes, in her ears, in her nose and mouth. She couldn’t open her eyes, she could barely breathe, and she thrashed against the hands trying to restrain her.
“Rose!” called a voice she thought she knew. “Rose, calm down. We’re going to help you.”
More voices, noises, hands holding her down. Someone was pulling away the clothing irritating her raw skin, and she thought a few sharp pricks might be hypodermic needles. Something pressed over her mouth and nose, forcing odd-smelling air into her lungs.
Then someone was trying to open her eyes. She shrieked in pain and flung out an arm, trying to make whoever it was go away, leave her alone.
“Hold her down!” the familiar voice, which was female and commanding, ordered. “Rose, sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I have to do this or you’ll be blind.”
“Doctor!” Rose wailed, her voice muffled by the mask.
Then she heard his voice, distant and a bit weak. “It’s all right, Rose. Let them help you.”
Memories began to resurface. They’d come to a city under a dome, a thriving neo-human metropolis planted on a hostile world. The trip had been fun at first.
Then there was a storm, and part of the dome had failed. The failure was in the worst spot imaginable and threatened the integrity of the whole dome. Outside, the air was filled with an algae-like life form that could break down and dissolve human flesh. While the medical experts could treat limited exposure to the algae, if the dome failed there was no way the city could survive.
The Doctor, of course, had gone to help. He had managed to shore up the failure in a way that would last until the city architects could create a more permanent fix. In doing so, however, he’d exposed himself to the algae--and he was almost as vulnerable to it as a human.
An emergency bulkhead to seal off the damaged portion was being brought on-line, and when Rose had seen the Doctor helpless beyond it she herself had gone to rescue him. Which she had--and exposed herself to the algae in the process.
The doctors were trying to treat them, then. Rose tried to control her body’s reaction to what it perceived as a threat, tried to remember that the doctors weren’t causing her pain, but with half her senses gone, the most primitive part of her brain was telling her to fight.
Strong fingers forced her eyelids open, and Rose screamed as light and air assaulted her right eye. It felt like someone was stabbing it and twisting the knife. A thick, gelatinous fluid dribbled into her eye and, much to her relief, it soothed the pain. She managed to keep herself from screaming as her other eye was treated. Still, she couldn’t see more than a bright smear of light.
Professional hands stripped away her remaining clothing and rubbed her burning skin with something greasy. Someone squirted something in her ears, further muffling noises but also easing the maddening itch deep within them. Whatever was in the mask over her nose and mouth opened her lungs and sinuses. Slowly, as the pain ebbed to manageable levels, Rose calmed.
“Rose, we’ve got the worst of your reaction under control,” said the female doctor, whom Rose now recognized as Dr. Meagan Bates, one of the medical experts the Doctor had spoken with about the algae. “The best thing for you right now is to wash very thoroughly. Can you stand if I help you?”
“Can’t see,” Rose managed through a throat raw from both the algae and her own screams.
“I know. Your eyesight will return in a few hours.” Meagan’s gentle, but firm, hands helped Rose to her feet. “Just a few steps this way.”
“I’m naked,” Rose noted, doing her best to obey the doctor.
“You’re in a private ward, and I promise you don’t have anything we doctors haven’t seen before.” There was the sound of a door opening. “Here’s the shower room. One more step, and you’ll feel the edge with your foot--that’s right--and take one step down. I’ll close the door and turn on the spray. Take as long as you need to, and if you need help, just call.”
The door clicked shut behind her, and Rose walked forward, arms outstretched. A few steps brought her hands into contact with smooth tile just as the shower spray was turned on. It seemed to come from all directions. For a few moments, it stung, but the sting faded quickly and the warm-but-not-too-warm water felt absolutely heavenly.
Now that the searing pain and irritation the algae had caused was ebbing away, Rose became aware of muscle aches and spasms all over her body. She didn’t know if it was just the physical strain she’d been under or if it was an effect of the medications the doctors had used to treat her. All she knew was that she hurt, she was exhausted, and she was worried about the Doctor. Leaning against the shower wall, she began to quietly cry.
Behind her, the door to the shower room snicked open. Gasping, she turned around to see who it was, but her eyes were still useless. The smear of light had gone from white to gray, and that was the only change.
The door shut again, and Rose asked, “Who’s there?”
“Rose?” It was the Doctor’s voice.
A sob of pure relief burst from Rose’s throat, and she stumbled, arms outstretched, toward the voice. Her hands met his flesh at the same moment his hands met hers, and she pressed herself into his embrace, not caring at all that they were both naked. All she cared about was the security of being in his arms again and hearing the strong beating of his hearts.
He didn’t seem to care about their state of undress, either, as he held her tightly against him. After a moment, he asked, “Are you all right?”
“Can’t see, feel like I’ve been gargling shards of glass and every muscle in my body hurts, but other than that I’m fantastic.” She gave a half-sobbing laugh. “What about you?”
“The same, or close enough,” he said. “The muscle spasms are from one of the drugs they use to suppress the immune response to the algae. Practically every humanoid species is dangerously allergic to it.”
“Mmm.” Rose didn’t really care about the algae. He was all right, and they were together. Everything else could go hang.
All the same, she felt the need to reassure herself that this was really her Doctor. Her eyes couldn’t tell her anything, so she pulled back just enough so she could reach up to feel his face with her hands. Lubricated by warm water, they slid over his short-cropped hair, his brow, around the shells of his ears. She caressed his high cheekbones and aquiline nose, his jaw and the contrasting softness of his lips. They parted slightly as her fingertips found them.
Suddenly, Rose was highly aware of his bare skin and how her breasts were touching his chest. Her hands, seemingly of their own accord, glided down his long neck and to his collarbones.
“Oh, Rose,” he sighed, and then his hands were sliding up her back to her shoulders. He returned her touch, letting his long fingers survey her face. As one thumb continued to stroke her bottom lip, the other slipped down her neck, his touch growing lighter until the backs of his knuckles grazed the tops of her breasts.
Her aches and pains and exhaustion were all but forgotten as need settled low in her belly. She reached out again, found his face with her hands. Then she moved closer and found his lips with hers.
For a moment, he did nothing, and she hesitated, thinking she’d overstepped her bounds. But then his arms wrapped around her, drawing her firmly against his body, and he kissed her back like he needed the air from her lungs. She opened her mouth to him, inviting him in, and his cool tongue slid against hers almost tentatively at first before gaining confidence. Then he let her take control of the kiss as his hands roamed her body.
She broke off the kiss, needing air, and that was when she realized what was pressing against her abdomen. One of her hands ran down his chest, and he gasped as her hand encircled him. He retaliated, brushing one thumb across her right nipple. It sent a shock of pleasure straight to her abdomen.
Then he was moving her, guiding her over to where they’d entered the shower and up onto the step there. It evened out their heights a little. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him in for another kiss, and hooked one leg around his.
He kissed her back, but then his lips moved from hers to her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone. When they found the nipple he’d teased earlier, she gave an involuntary little cry of pleasure.
“Doctor, my Doctor,” she murmured, her voice blending in with the soft, steady patter of the water. She kissed all the skin she could reach as his hands slid down her back to her hips.
One of his hands moved around to her belly, then lower, and she cried out softly as his long fingers began to explore her. His mouth moved back to hers, muffling the sweet little sounds he was drawing from her lips.
She dragged her mouth away from his just long enough to gasp, “Need you. My Doctor. Need you.”
He withdrew his fingers from her and used that hand to draw the leg hooked around his up higher on his hip. The change of angle was enough, and he slid slowly home, burying his face against her neck as he did so.
For a moment, they just held each other, letting the water cascade over them. Then he began to move, thrusting gently into her as he lavished a thousand tiny kisses on her face. She moaned as pleasure rippled through her body, meeting his thrusts with her own. That this was her Doctor inside her, touching and loving her, was enough to send her spiraling toward the edge.
She drew him even closer. Her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, one hand stroking his hair while the other caressed the strong muscles of his back, and her mouth found the join of his neck and shoulder. She nipped at it with her teeth before laving it with her tongue.
“Rose,” he groaned, thrusting harder into her. He shifted his weight suddenly, and the next thing she knew he was pressing her more firmly into the wall as he lifted her other leg. She wrapped both legs around his narrow hips and held him as he pushed ever deeper into her. He shifted his angle, and . . .
Sparks exploded inside her head as her body found itself in the grip of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. She couldn’t even cry out, her breath stolen by the pleasure. All she could do was cling to him and trust him to keep her from shattering into a million pieces.
Finally, her breath and sanity returned from where the Doctor had sent them, and she tightened her legs as his pace increased, driving toward his own climax. He thrust into her one last time and stiffened, gasping out her name.
They stayed the way they were for a few minutes, taking comfort in each other’s bodies. Then, carefully, he set her on her feet.
“Are you all right?” he asked again, his voice a little unsteady.
She laid a kiss on his chest. “Better than all right.” She was still blind, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to care about that. “You?”
He stroked her face and whispered, “Fantastic.”
They took their time washing each other then, cleaning away their ordeal. Rose knew the city wanted to thank their savior. At the moment, though, she wasn’t willing to share him, and she had a feeling he wouldn’t share her, either. Whatever existed outside the shower, outside the two of them, could wait. For now, they were content to be alive and together, loving and being loved.
Title: Blind Sighted
Author: Me!
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Smut, h/c TO THE MAX, BABY!
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Summary: Sometimes, it takes being blind to see what really matters.
Notes: This is for wiggiemomsi who won my services in the Support Stacie Auction. Hope you like it! Thanks go to wendymr for the beta.
Her skin was trying to crawl off her bones. Itching, burning everywhere, all over her body, in her eyes, in her ears, in her nose and mouth. She couldn’t open her eyes, she could barely breathe, and she thrashed against the hands trying to restrain her.
“Rose!” called a voice she thought she knew. “Rose, calm down. We’re going to help you.”
More voices, noises, hands holding her down. Someone was pulling away the clothing irritating her raw skin, and she thought a few sharp pricks might be hypodermic needles. Something pressed over her mouth and nose, forcing odd-smelling air into her lungs.
Then someone was trying to open her eyes. She shrieked in pain and flung out an arm, trying to make whoever it was go away, leave her alone.
“Hold her down!” the familiar voice, which was female and commanding, ordered. “Rose, sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I have to do this or you’ll be blind.”
“Doctor!” Rose wailed, her voice muffled by the mask.
Then she heard his voice, distant and a bit weak. “It’s all right, Rose. Let them help you.”
Memories began to resurface. They’d come to a city under a dome, a thriving neo-human metropolis planted on a hostile world. The trip had been fun at first.
Then there was a storm, and part of the dome had failed. The failure was in the worst spot imaginable and threatened the integrity of the whole dome. Outside, the air was filled with an algae-like life form that could break down and dissolve human flesh. While the medical experts could treat limited exposure to the algae, if the dome failed there was no way the city could survive.
The Doctor, of course, had gone to help. He had managed to shore up the failure in a way that would last until the city architects could create a more permanent fix. In doing so, however, he’d exposed himself to the algae--and he was almost as vulnerable to it as a human.
An emergency bulkhead to seal off the damaged portion was being brought on-line, and when Rose had seen the Doctor helpless beyond it she herself had gone to rescue him. Which she had--and exposed herself to the algae in the process.
The doctors were trying to treat them, then. Rose tried to control her body’s reaction to what it perceived as a threat, tried to remember that the doctors weren’t causing her pain, but with half her senses gone, the most primitive part of her brain was telling her to fight.
Strong fingers forced her eyelids open, and Rose screamed as light and air assaulted her right eye. It felt like someone was stabbing it and twisting the knife. A thick, gelatinous fluid dribbled into her eye and, much to her relief, it soothed the pain. She managed to keep herself from screaming as her other eye was treated. Still, she couldn’t see more than a bright smear of light.
Professional hands stripped away her remaining clothing and rubbed her burning skin with something greasy. Someone squirted something in her ears, further muffling noises but also easing the maddening itch deep within them. Whatever was in the mask over her nose and mouth opened her lungs and sinuses. Slowly, as the pain ebbed to manageable levels, Rose calmed.
“Rose, we’ve got the worst of your reaction under control,” said the female doctor, whom Rose now recognized as Dr. Meagan Bates, one of the medical experts the Doctor had spoken with about the algae. “The best thing for you right now is to wash very thoroughly. Can you stand if I help you?”
“Can’t see,” Rose managed through a throat raw from both the algae and her own screams.
“I know. Your eyesight will return in a few hours.” Meagan’s gentle, but firm, hands helped Rose to her feet. “Just a few steps this way.”
“I’m naked,” Rose noted, doing her best to obey the doctor.
“You’re in a private ward, and I promise you don’t have anything we doctors haven’t seen before.” There was the sound of a door opening. “Here’s the shower room. One more step, and you’ll feel the edge with your foot--that’s right--and take one step down. I’ll close the door and turn on the spray. Take as long as you need to, and if you need help, just call.”
The door clicked shut behind her, and Rose walked forward, arms outstretched. A few steps brought her hands into contact with smooth tile just as the shower spray was turned on. It seemed to come from all directions. For a few moments, it stung, but the sting faded quickly and the warm-but-not-too-warm water felt absolutely heavenly.
Now that the searing pain and irritation the algae had caused was ebbing away, Rose became aware of muscle aches and spasms all over her body. She didn’t know if it was just the physical strain she’d been under or if it was an effect of the medications the doctors had used to treat her. All she knew was that she hurt, she was exhausted, and she was worried about the Doctor. Leaning against the shower wall, she began to quietly cry.
Behind her, the door to the shower room snicked open. Gasping, she turned around to see who it was, but her eyes were still useless. The smear of light had gone from white to gray, and that was the only change.
The door shut again, and Rose asked, “Who’s there?”
“Rose?” It was the Doctor’s voice.
A sob of pure relief burst from Rose’s throat, and she stumbled, arms outstretched, toward the voice. Her hands met his flesh at the same moment his hands met hers, and she pressed herself into his embrace, not caring at all that they were both naked. All she cared about was the security of being in his arms again and hearing the strong beating of his hearts.
He didn’t seem to care about their state of undress, either, as he held her tightly against him. After a moment, he asked, “Are you all right?”
“Can’t see, feel like I’ve been gargling shards of glass and every muscle in my body hurts, but other than that I’m fantastic.” She gave a half-sobbing laugh. “What about you?”
“The same, or close enough,” he said. “The muscle spasms are from one of the drugs they use to suppress the immune response to the algae. Practically every humanoid species is dangerously allergic to it.”
“Mmm.” Rose didn’t really care about the algae. He was all right, and they were together. Everything else could go hang.
All the same, she felt the need to reassure herself that this was really her Doctor. Her eyes couldn’t tell her anything, so she pulled back just enough so she could reach up to feel his face with her hands. Lubricated by warm water, they slid over his short-cropped hair, his brow, around the shells of his ears. She caressed his high cheekbones and aquiline nose, his jaw and the contrasting softness of his lips. They parted slightly as her fingertips found them.
Suddenly, Rose was highly aware of his bare skin and how her breasts were touching his chest. Her hands, seemingly of their own accord, glided down his long neck and to his collarbones.
“Oh, Rose,” he sighed, and then his hands were sliding up her back to her shoulders. He returned her touch, letting his long fingers survey her face. As one thumb continued to stroke her bottom lip, the other slipped down her neck, his touch growing lighter until the backs of his knuckles grazed the tops of her breasts.
Her aches and pains and exhaustion were all but forgotten as need settled low in her belly. She reached out again, found his face with her hands. Then she moved closer and found his lips with hers.
For a moment, he did nothing, and she hesitated, thinking she’d overstepped her bounds. But then his arms wrapped around her, drawing her firmly against his body, and he kissed her back like he needed the air from her lungs. She opened her mouth to him, inviting him in, and his cool tongue slid against hers almost tentatively at first before gaining confidence. Then he let her take control of the kiss as his hands roamed her body.
She broke off the kiss, needing air, and that was when she realized what was pressing against her abdomen. One of her hands ran down his chest, and he gasped as her hand encircled him. He retaliated, brushing one thumb across her right nipple. It sent a shock of pleasure straight to her abdomen.
Then he was moving her, guiding her over to where they’d entered the shower and up onto the step there. It evened out their heights a little. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him in for another kiss, and hooked one leg around his.
He kissed her back, but then his lips moved from hers to her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone. When they found the nipple he’d teased earlier, she gave an involuntary little cry of pleasure.
“Doctor, my Doctor,” she murmured, her voice blending in with the soft, steady patter of the water. She kissed all the skin she could reach as his hands slid down her back to her hips.
One of his hands moved around to her belly, then lower, and she cried out softly as his long fingers began to explore her. His mouth moved back to hers, muffling the sweet little sounds he was drawing from her lips.
She dragged her mouth away from his just long enough to gasp, “Need you. My Doctor. Need you.”
He withdrew his fingers from her and used that hand to draw the leg hooked around his up higher on his hip. The change of angle was enough, and he slid slowly home, burying his face against her neck as he did so.
For a moment, they just held each other, letting the water cascade over them. Then he began to move, thrusting gently into her as he lavished a thousand tiny kisses on her face. She moaned as pleasure rippled through her body, meeting his thrusts with her own. That this was her Doctor inside her, touching and loving her, was enough to send her spiraling toward the edge.
She drew him even closer. Her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, one hand stroking his hair while the other caressed the strong muscles of his back, and her mouth found the join of his neck and shoulder. She nipped at it with her teeth before laving it with her tongue.
“Rose,” he groaned, thrusting harder into her. He shifted his weight suddenly, and the next thing she knew he was pressing her more firmly into the wall as he lifted her other leg. She wrapped both legs around his narrow hips and held him as he pushed ever deeper into her. He shifted his angle, and . . .
Sparks exploded inside her head as her body found itself in the grip of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. She couldn’t even cry out, her breath stolen by the pleasure. All she could do was cling to him and trust him to keep her from shattering into a million pieces.
Finally, her breath and sanity returned from where the Doctor had sent them, and she tightened her legs as his pace increased, driving toward his own climax. He thrust into her one last time and stiffened, gasping out her name.
They stayed the way they were for a few minutes, taking comfort in each other’s bodies. Then, carefully, he set her on her feet.
“Are you all right?” he asked again, his voice a little unsteady.
She laid a kiss on his chest. “Better than all right.” She was still blind, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to care about that. “You?”
He stroked her face and whispered, “Fantastic.”
They took their time washing each other then, cleaning away their ordeal. Rose knew the city wanted to thank their savior. At the moment, though, she wasn’t willing to share him, and she had a feeling he wouldn’t share her, either. Whatever existed outside the shower, outside the two of them, could wait. For now, they were content to be alive and together, loving and being loved.