Fic: Kissing Rose Tyler (4/11)
Title: Kissing Rose Tyler
Characters: Doctor 10.5, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler
Summary: Back on Pete's World Rose and the Doctor try to figure out where they've been in order to discover where they're going.
Rating: Teen for sexual situations.
Spoilers: Nothing's sacred. Watch the series (starting with the first Doctor in 1963) if you don't like surprises.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wouldn't own 'em if I could. Too high maintenance.
Author's notes: This is a post-Journey's End AU. Canon junkies beware, I'm with Steven Moffat. This part of the series is complete and I'll be posting all 11 chapters over the next few days. Also, this is my first posted fic in about 10 years. So please review as I'm feeling a little anxious as to whether I've still got it. Thanks!
Previous posts: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4
"Are you sure about this, sweetheart?"
"Mum!" Rose frowned in exasperation. "It's not like we haven't lived together before." She was hanging the last of her clothes in the wardrobe of her new bedroom. "We spent years in the TARDIS and got along just fine."
"I'm just sayin' is all. It's different now. He's different."
"What your mother's trying to say," Pete interjected before they had another row. "Is that the Doctor wasn't exactly what she had in mind for a son-in-law." He glanced out the window at the man in question, who was presently sitting in a tree pointing his sonic screwdriver at Pete's old laptop while exclaiming loudly over whatever it was he was looking at. Pete silently had to agree with his wife.
Rose snorted with laughter. "What? You'd prefer I settle down with a woofter like Jimmy Stones? Or some actuary with a job in the High Street? The Doctor's a genius, Mum. He saves lives. Whole planets and civilizations! And he does it because that's just who he is."
"But that's the point, Rose," Jackie explained. "That's who he was. What'll happen when he gets bored sitting in one place? It's all new to him now, but later... I don't know - and neither do you, sweetheart. That's what worries me."
"It'll be fine, Mum. We'll be fine. So quit your worrying and just, you know, be happy for me."
"I am happy for you," Jackie said quietly. "I just-" She sighed and shook her head.
"I know," Rose nodded. She put down the jumper she was folding and went to her mother. "The Doctor's not perfect. But I love him. Always have. And I can't just leave him now he's here. He needs me." She hugged Jackie tightly to show she wasn't upset over the doubts her mother had expressed.
"But is that enough, Rose? Is it really?"
"No, but it's a place to start." They all turned to see the Doctor standing in the doorway. He had the laptop tucked under his arm.
"You going to make an honest woman of my daughter?" Jackie demanded.
"I'd have to dishonor her first," he retorted. "Have I your permission then?"
"Ooh!" Jackie huffed angrily and moved to leave. She paused at the door to wag a finger in the Doctor's face. "You hurt her and I promise you'll wish you'd never been born!" She pushed past him "Pete!"
The other man shrugged looking vaguely embarrassed and followed Jackie from the room.
"Dishonor me will ya?" Rose grinned.
"Well..." The Doctor temporized. "The thought had crossed my mind. But there's plenty of time for all that! Look here." He opened the laptop and went to set it on the desk.
Rose stared quizzically as the Doctor seemed to backpedal away from the issue. It wasn't the first time she'd wondered about this. Clearly the Doctor had intimacy issues, but she'd always believed this was related to his status as a Time Lord. The whole "you can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend mine with you" conflict. But that problem no longer existed, so why...?
Rose inhaled slowly as an idea came to her.
"What," she asked, sidling closer and laying a hand against his lower back, "if I dishonored you?"
She felt the change in his body language like an electric shock along her finger tips. He stiffened, yet did not pull away. Instead, he pressed back against her hand, leaning into the caress. Interesting. And the Doctor did like strong, independent women. Aggressive women. But was it a sexual preference or a cultural one?
Rose moved to block his view of the laptop and pressed herself against his side. "Never mind that now." He looked at her with hooded eyes, lips parted in excitement. "Tell me about the...courting rituals on Gallifrey." She could almost feel his relief as his body perceptibly relaxed against hers.
"There were far fewer females born on Gallifrey than males," he quietly explained. "State approved marriages were arranged only for political or important social reasons, but private liaisons..."
"Go on."
The Doctor swallowed hard as she rubbed the base of his spine. "The male indicates interest through a series of verbal and nonverbal cues. If the female is willing..." She was slowly pressing him back against the nearest wall. "That is, if she wants to take it to the next level..."
"She makes the first move," Rose stated, easing her leg between his thighs. "So there's no mistaking her desire. No question in anyone's mind she wants his attentions."
"No questions," he breathed hoarsely.
"So this," she lowered one hand down to cup his buttock, while the other drifted across his pelvis to gently run her nails along the growing bulge in his trousers, "would be one of them nonverbal cues, yeah?"
He closed his eyes, completely letting down his barriers to becoming physically aroused. "Oh, yeah," he sighed.
"Good to know!" Rose said cheerfully, giving his manhood a little squeeze before releasing him and stepping back.
"What?"
"Rose! You forgot-"
The Doctor snarled at the sound of Jackie's voice and pulled a cricket ball from his pocket. He tossed it hard against the opposite wall and watched as it shot around the room until it finally hit the half-open door at precisely the right angle to slam it closed. He pointed his sonic at the lock, deadlocked the mechanism and turned to Rose.
"Well that's new." She was moving toward the bed, grinning delightedly. "So, what else can you do with your balls?" The Doctor stood frozen as she stripped off her blouse. "That would be the verbal cue," she stage-whispered. "In case you-"
He growled deep in his chest as he paced forward like a cat stalking its prey until he had her by the waist. With very little effort he picked her up and dropped her back on the bed.
Standing on the other side of the door Jackie heard a squeal, followed by more growling, a shriek and her daughter's laughter.
"'Bout bloody time," she muttered, returning to the car wearing a smug look on her face.
"What is?" Pete asked as she took her seat and closed the door.
"Two years he spent in that TARDIS with my beautiful Rose and not once..." She winked at her husband. "I was beginning to wonder if he was some sort of outer space eunuch."
Next: Chapter 5