New smut fic. 10/Rose
I don't write much, more of a reader, but I couldn't get the smut bunny outta my head so hear it is. (unbeta'd btw)
Title: Aggression
Word count: 4,354
Rating: Adult
The spray from the shower beat against Rose’s head as she washed the soap from her eyes. Damn him and his stupid grin! They had always skirted around ‘dancing’ with jokes and innuendo but Rose could feel the intensity building and her reactions becoming stronger to his playful flirtations. It was frustrating her to the breaking point. She was taking more cold showers than she could remember, ever. When she managed to get herself cleaned up she brushed her teeth with her brand new sonic (complements of the Doctor, “This could be more sonic!”) toothbrush and changed into a small matching set of barely there purple knickers and bra. She admired herself in the full length mirror and felt the TARDIS hum in approval. It seemed like since their adventure on the Game Station all that time ago that she could feel and understand the TARDIS like never before. It felt unusually warm so she put on a pair of pink cotton track shorts and a white tank top before heading into her bedroom. Unfortunately the darkness did nothing to silence her imagination.
She remembered the kiss. They had been on New Earth, just after that first Christmas with her New-New Doctor, and Cassandra had taken over her body. Rose may not have been in control but she still remembered the feel of his cool mouth working against hers, and now every time he touched her she felt a searing jolt of electricity. She lay in bed trying desperately to push the images from her mind.
It seemed like nothing worked. She counted sheep, she counted beer bottles, she even counted Slitheen, but her mind kept wandering back to the console room and the Doctor. Earlier she and the Doctor had been snuggled together on the jump seat, laughing about this and that when she felt his arm accidently graze across her neckline at the back of her shirt. It had been the final straw and with a groan she had given a final laugh and a faux yawn to fake tiredness and headed to bed. She even affected a cat-like stretch as she stood up. She couldn’t help it if this new regeneration seemed to evoke that reaction.
That’s not saying that she hadn’t loved the Doctor before with his goofy grin, big ears and icy blue eyes, because she had. She may have loved the Doctor before, may have found him handsome, but now she loved him on top of finding his new body to be damn near irresistible. He was all manic charm and fluffy brown hair and big chocolate eyes.
She could feel the first pangs of arousal snake through her body and into her abdomen. Rose rolled her eyes and threw herself on her pink duvet, covering her face with her arm and sighing. She had been habitually ‘relieving’ herself before bed for the last few weeks and with a sigh she decided tonight would be the night she put a stop to it and got control of herself.
The TARDIS got warmer as she headed towards the kitchen quietly. She didn’t know why exactly but she didn’t want the Doctor to hear her. She knew it was pointless to be sneaky in his ship when if he wanted to find her all he would have to do was ask the TARDIS but Rose had a feeling the TARDIS wouldn’t tell. Girls really ought to stick together anyway. So she crept quietly, secretly, she worried that somehow if he saw her he would want to join her for tea and then he would be able to see the desire Rose was so desperately trying to hide. Then what? Kick her out? Let her down easy? Take her hard and fast against the console? No. She huffed and shoved the thought aside. So Cassandra was right, she thought he was foxy, big deal! It was no reason to go running to her room to touch herself like some hormonal teenager every time he looked at her. She shuddered, feeling more heat pool in her abdomen, but steadily walked through the arch way to the kitchen.
“Rose?” She jerked her head up, flushing slightly at the sight before her. She had been too busy sneaking to realize the Doctor wasn’t in the console room when she passed. The Doctor had been sitting at the table but in a flash he was standing, looking like a caged animal, big manic grin, bouncing on the balls of his heels, hands in pockets. She was used to him being jittery; it looked as though he had been having tea and a chocolate biscuit before her arrival. Speaking of biscuits she thought he looked absolutely edible all ruffled. His hair was delightfully tangled from him running his hands through it and his coat and jacket were both hanging over the back of the chair he’d been in, his tie loosely hanging from his neck, the knot pushed down. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his pants were creased at the hip.
“Doctor.” She smiled in what she hoped was a casual way. “Just thought I’d have a cuppa.”
“I thought you were going to bed.” His eyes darted towards the doorway behind her and she turned around briefly to check if there was something there. Nothing but hallway met her glance. Strange.
“Alright?” His brow furrowed briefly before he nodded, rather jerkily.
“M’always alright.” She quirked an eyebrow but ignored the uneasy feeling in the back of her mind.
“Mind if I join you then?”
“What? Uh, no, not at all. Lovely night for a cuppa. Not that it’s nighttime, not in the vortex. No nighttime here, nope! Just bedtime.” He sat down and smoothed his trouser legs unnecessarily hard beneath the table, looking tense. “Not that I sleep, much. Your bedtime though. You must be tired, why are you not in bed again?” His rambling ceased and she smiled at his sudden quiet. She had grown quiet used to his tangents and now fully enjoyed each one for the entertainment value. She was really rather happy that she had ended up finding him anyway because she felt comfortable with his constant talking, although she wasn’t sure about his brief lapses of quiet, those made her worry. And sometimes his intensity, that was what got her, the oncoming storm. More like the oncoming shag.
“Couldn’t sleep. Bit restless, I guess.” She most certainly was not going to tell him the real reason why. She shivered just thinking about it. Suddenly the Doctor gave a slight gasp. “Doctor?”
He let out a shaky breath and then his head flicked up. “Oi, stop it!” He shouted vehemently.
“Doctor?”
“She’s laughing at me!”
“Who? The TARDIS?”
“Yes, the TARDIS,” he looked about moodily, “Oi, I said stop!”
Now Rose started laughing. She couldn’t help it. She loved watching the Doctor and the TARDIS argue. She swore she felt a hum of approval from the old girl.
“Now you’re laughing at me?” He sighed deeply making Rose pause.
“I’m sorry, its jus’ funny is all. You, yelling at the TARDIS like it’ll help.” She sobered at the withering glance he shot her. “What’s wrong?” Against her better judgment she leaned across the table and laid her hand on his. He sighed again but this time it sounded almost contented before his eyes flew open and he jerked his hand back. It took a moment for her to realize but the Doctor’s hand had been warm. She leaned back up in shock. “Doctor, you’re, you’re warm!”
“Thank you, I noticed actually.” Her mouth opened a fraction before she stuck her tongue between her teeth and searched through all of her memories, every time they had held hands or touched flashed in her mind.
“But you’re never warm. You said your body temperature is cooler than mine, you said you had a more efficient circulatory system or somthin’ like that. Bi-vascular.”
“I do. I’m-”
“Sick? Are you sick? Is it a fever- Do Time Lord’s get fevers?” The Doctor furrowed his brow and then smiled slightly.
“Yes. Right. I’m sick! And you, Rose Tyler, should not be around a sick Time Lord!”
“But-”
“I should be off to bed than!” He moved to leave but when he turned towards the door he let out a squeak. Then he lifted his hand a pointed a finger at the blank wall where the door had been. “You. You can’t do that!” Rose giggled at his fury. Apparently the TARDIS was not happy with the Doctor. He spun on his heel and looked to where the other exit was, off to the side, only it had disappeared as well. They rarely used it since it led in a wide circle back to the console room, and the hall was lined with a large swimming pool and assorted “fun” rooms. Once, when she had been exploring, Rose had run across a room filled with wall-to-wall, multicolored plastic balls of various sizes. Rose giggled again.
“What have you done?” He turned a smoldering look on her that made her brain simply gum up and her belly clench. “I-I mean to make her mad at you.” He stalked back to the table and sat down unceremoniously and without his usual grace.
“Nothing. I haven’t done anything!” He said that last bit, Rose felt, to the TARDIS. She still didn’t quite understand but she knew the Doctor was keeping something from her and she didn’t like it.
“Not sick are you.”
“Oh I am sick, Rose. Listen to me. You have to ask the TARDIS to let you out of here.”
“Can’t get rid of me that easy. Tell me why you’re hot.”
“What?” The Doctor’s eyebrows rose to the middle of his forehead. Rose chose to ignore her own double entendre.
“And tell me why you want to get out of here so bad.” She put her hands on her hips imitating her mother and knowing she did a good job of it as the Doctor visibly flinched. Then, to soften the blow, she tucked her head down and let her arms flop to rest at her sides. She looked down at him through her lashes as she sat down. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He groaned. It was deep and made Rose shiver. He did it again and stood up, he began to back away.
“No.” Now she was getting irritated. How dare he keep whatever this was from her! She stood up and tried to push back her anger with concern. She walked over to the jumpy Time Lord pressed against the kitchen counter and laced her left hand with his. His palm was warm and slightly sweaty but Rose ignored it.
“Doctor,” her voice was barely a whisper but she felt like nonthreatening might be her best course of action, “why is she mad at you?”
Then the lights flickered out. Rose yelped audibly and squeezed the Doctors hand. He let out another one of those groans that sent chills up her spine but she tried to stay focused.
“What’s going on? If you’re sick why isn’t she helping you?” She felt his arm snake around her waist. This wasn’t an unusual position for them but for some reason, in the dark, it felt different. It felt good. Way too good. Rose knew if the lights suddenly came back on there would be a deep blush across her face. The Doctor sighed above her head.
“She is.” His voice was low and throaty as his breath ghosted across her face. She gasped as his fingers bunched in the cotton of her tank top at the small of her back. He nuzzled her neck and breathed in deeply.
“Doctor?” Her voice was no more than a murmur but it sounded devastatingly loud in the dark kitchen.
“Do you know what you smell like Rose?”
“Hm?”
“Do you know that you smell like honey and sugar and…” His voice trailed off.
“And?” He nuzzled her again and sighed.
“Pheromones, Rose.”
“Pheromones?”
“Yes, chemical compounds, produced and secreted by an animal, that influences the behavior and development of other members of the same species. I can smell them whenever I’m near you.”
“Oh.” He pushed her back harshly.
“And I promised I would protect you.” She heard his bark of laughter echo in the space between them.
“I don’t need protection in the TARDIS.”
“Yes you do,” he growled and she trembled. She could feel his breath, warm and wet, flutter across her face, “from me.”
“But-but you said-”
“What did I say Rose?” He was moving closer to her, she felt the soft graze of his shirt, over her tank top, against her breasts, as he neared.
“The pheromones, you said the same species. Why is that important?” His hands were now running up and down her arms and she nervously clenched and unclenched her hands in a steady rhythm to distract herself.
“You can’t feel it, but I can. I can smell it on you. The desire, the lust, the need. I can smell them coming off you in waves, its,” his voice broke, “intoxicating. And the time, that small bit of the vortex that became a part of you. That stubborn, tiny bit, I couldn’t get out. I can feel it burning in your veins. I can smell it, hear it, thrumming underneath your skin. Every day, making you more like me and less like you, every minute changing you.”
“What?” His hands suddenly gripped her around the arms, hard. She could feel his strong, long fingers digging into her flesh.
“It’s, she’s, making us compatible.”
“She? The TARDIS?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“By manipulating your DNA.” He sighed and let go. She could hear him let out a shaky breath.
“I don’t understand.”
He growled and this time it sounded angry and before Rose could do anything she was the one pressed against the wall. Her arms were pinned to her side and she felt the Doctor pressed up against her.
“Yes you do. You’re the one releasing the pheromones Rose. That’s not her.”
He nuzzled her neck and released her arms. “I’ve wanted you Rose. I’m guilty because I’ve wanted you. Here.” He pressed a palm into her chest over her heart. “And I’ve wanted you, here.” He pressed his other hand to her temple. Then he moved his head back and slid both his hands down to her waist. “And I’ve wanted you to want me. And that was wrong. And I’m sorry. But now,” she felt his grip on her hips tighten, “I want you- here.” He thrust his pelvis into her and she gasped as she felt his hardness press into her abdomen. He stayed like that for a moment and she could swear she felt him throb against her.
Then he was gone.
She nearly slid down the wall into a simpering Rose puddle without his strong hands holding her up but somehow she managed to stay upright. She could hear the Doctor muttering to himself not far off.
“Bad, Bad Time Lord. Bad Time Lord!” She giggled despite the circumstances. He sounded like he was chastising a five year old. “NOT FUNNY Rose Tyler. Dangerous.” His last word made her suck in a breath and now her fear was dissipating and her hormones kicked in. She felt the wetness between her thighs, that she hadn’t noticed was there earlier, growing. She was slick with want and she rubbed her thighs together. “Stop it!” He growled.
“Wha?”
“Just stop, you know what.” She felt heat flood her cheeks, oh that. “It’s not safe Rose. It’s wrong. I’ve let this go on too long. I thought I could handle it but I can’t. I’m not in complete control anymore Rose. I’m a danger to you.” He let out a low moan. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to let you go yet. This is my fault.” She heard his footsteps coming closer.
“S’okay Doctor, really. We’ll get through this.” She hoped. “I-I want this.” She did, even if he was being a bit on the frightening side.
“It’s the biological imperative Rose, to mate. I’m the last of my kind. I won’t be gentle. I can’t.”
“Doctor?” She had barely got the question out before he was on her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He locked his mouth over hers, sucking her bottom lip teasingly into his mouth and biting down. When she gasped in protest he snaked his tongue between her lips and proceeded to ravage and suck and bite anything he could reach. She could feel his erection through the thin fabric of her shorts. When she moaned he bit down on her lip again, hard.
The Doctor pulled back slightly. “I’m so sorry Rose.” It came out sounding as a desperate plea.
“It’s okay Doctor.” Then in a flash she heard the tearing sound of fabric. He was literally ripping the clothes off of her. His hands, sweaty and burning against her skin, skimmed her sides before forcefully pushing aside the lacy purple panties she wore and thrusting his fingers into her. Rose felt her knees buckle as he worked against her.
He nibbled on her ear lobe as he fingered her violently. She cried out as he bit her again on the collar bone and then above her right breast.
As he licked and bit at her she began to unbutton his shirt and attempted to slide it over his shoulders but he wouldn’t break contact with her so she had to settle on it just being open. He dragged her down to the ground and pressed her into the floor, his weight heavy on top of her. He was moaning and growling now in her ear, like a wild animal, as he pressed against her over and over at a feverish pace. Rose had never heard the Doctor sound so, human.
Her train of thought was halted abruptly as the Doctors fingers retreated as well as his body and she heard the tell-tale clicking of a zipper. Then he was back, and she felt nothing but hot skin all around her. He was tugging and tearing at the bra and underwear set that she had so carefully chosen only an hour or so earlier. Rose was awash with sensation. The felt the warmth of his fingertips against her scalp as his fingers tangled in her hair pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck. She felt his tongue, moist and hot, licking trails along her jugular and pressing sloppy openmouthed kisses to her lips. She even noticed the wetness of precum slipping from the Doctors throbbing cock leaving a slick line against her thigh, cooling as the air hit it.
She moaned deeply and the Doctor answered by suddenly gripping her wrists and roughly yanking her arms above her head and holding them there with one hand. His other hand spread her legs wide and then gripped her thigh and pulled it over his waist. She followed suit, wrapping her other leg around his slender waist and hooking her ankles behind his back.
She could feel the tip of his cock teasing her slick center.
“I’m so sorry Rose.” His voice brought her back.
“Don’t be.” It was all she could say in her lust filled haze before he thrust into her. It was one fluid motion that breached her and filled her completely. He was too big. She felt tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as he tore in and out of her with reckless abandon. She was writhing and whimpering and yelling and moaning and she could hear his guttural pants breathing quickly past her ears. He was punching her tight bundle of nerves with every thrust and as the pain dulled she felt the heat begin to coil in her stomach and her toes curled behind his back. He released her wrists and tangled the one hand in her hair as the other steadied him above her. He bent forward and touched their foreheads together as she screamed her completion into the darkness.
Not more than a thrust later he was crying out above her, pushing deeper with a final drive as he filled her.
The Doctor rolled to the side dragging Rose on top of him, not pulling out or away. She lay on his chest breathing deeply. She noticed absently that his breathing had already slowed to normal and his skin was slick with sweat but pleasantly cool.
“Doctor?”
“Rose, I’m so-”
“Stop it. Don’t be sorry, just stop saying that!” She made to sit up but her already sore arms couldn’t support her weight. The Doctor moved into action quickly gathering her in his arms and cradling her as she cried.
“But, I’ve hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“I love you.” The words had been out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“I know. That’s why I didn’t want this to happen.” Somewhere during their tryst the lights had come back on, although considerably dimmer. Rose could just barely make out the Doctor’s face in front of her. “I love you Rose, have since the day I told you to run in the basement of Henricks, I don’t want to hurt you anymore. But now, now I don’t know what she wants me to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t leave now. Look at you. You’re marked,” he gently brushed his knuckles over the bruises on her neck and chest. “I couldn’t let you go if I wanted to. You’re mine.”
Rose sniffed indignantly. “I belong to no bloke, Doctor.” To her surprise his eyes visibly darkened in the weak light.
“I’m no bloke Rose, and you do belong to me.” His grip tightened on her hip.
“What has gotten into you?” His eyes widened and his grip slackened but his hand remained on her hip.
“I can’t help it. I’ve, Oh Rassilon, I’ve mated with you Rose. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Time Lords are too possessive. We don’t make good mates. That’s part of the reason we stopped mating by intercourse.”
“What!”
“I was one of the only Gallifreyans to be born the, er, old fashioned way. I’m half human, was half human, before my first regeneration. The rest of them were made on these machines called Looms. We stopped mating properly a long time ago, when Rassilon ruled.”
“Looms? What’s a Loom?”
“Right,” he said twining his fingers in her hair, “it’s like weaving.” Rose knew her mouth was open but she couldn’t believe it.
“You wove Time Lords?”
“Well, yes, all Gallifreyans actually.”
“So you’ve never…?”
“No. Well, not with this body, or the last. I was a bit of a cad in previous incarnations, never with anyone special. Er, not even my wife.”
“I don’t believe it, an entire race without actually reproduction. S’weird.”
“We, the Gallifreyans, were much less physically oriented in our later years. We loved less with the body and more with the mind.” Rose giggled. “What?”
“A mind fuck! My mum says that’s what happens when you think too much. She was right!” The Doctor rolled his eyes but he was grinning.
“Very clever, that Jackie Tyler.”
“I know.” Rose stretched and as she turned to lay beside her she felt the tell-tale burn and tug as he pulled out of her. She lay beside him in the dim glow of the TARDIS’ kitchen and wondered about the future. “I’ve wanted to that for a long time you know.”
He looked over with dark, smoldering eyes. “Quite right to.” She smacked his arm as she was forcefully reminded of Norway and Bad Wolf Bay. He quickly caught her hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss across her knuckles. “Me too.” She swore she saw him blush. “The need to mark you was so strong. After you left I didn’t think it could be any worse. Turns out the pain of losing you only dulled it. I couldn’t imagine you with all of those other people, those other men, and no me around to keep you.”
“To keep me what? Company?”
“Just to keep you. It drove me insane.”
“So you broke through the Void, almost shattering two universes, just to give me a hickey?”
“Yeah.” He was grinning his manic grin then, slightly more wolfish than usual, his eyes darker and his hair thoroughly tousled. “Not just any hickey…or series of hickeys. A true, honest to Rassilon, Time Lord Hickey, complete with a touch of blood, a bit of my magnificent saliva and a chemical compound that does all sorts of things in your primitive little circulatory system!”
She eyed the Doctor speculatively, searching his face. “Like what?”
“Well for starters we might as well be married because no matter how physically attractive a male of ANY species finds you he will be physically incapable of performance from the minute he touches your skin. You realize MY pheromone now!”
“What!?!”
“And I’ll be able to track you over long distance through space and time as well as tap into your mind without a physical connection. I can see into your dreams,” his voice dropped an octave, “see your fantasies.” He trailed off as he began to place kisses along her jaw.
“And what do I get?” The Doctor looked up and met her eyes wearily.
“Me?” She arched an eyebrow. “Did I mention you get to carry my little Last of the Time Lords babies?”
“That’s it?”
“Well yeah, bit one sided I know. But you get to help bring up a new race of…well not Gallifreyans exactly, but Time Lords certainly! And be the only one I do this with.” He kissed her soundly on the mouth, pulling her closer to him. “That pheromone thing works both ways.”
Rose couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her face. “I didn’t stand a chance when I walked into the kitchen did I?”
“Nope. But I’ll be gentler in the future.”
“Always?”
“Well…”
Title: Aggression
Word count: 4,354
Rating: Adult
The spray from the shower beat against Rose’s head as she washed the soap from her eyes. Damn him and his stupid grin! They had always skirted around ‘dancing’ with jokes and innuendo but Rose could feel the intensity building and her reactions becoming stronger to his playful flirtations. It was frustrating her to the breaking point. She was taking more cold showers than she could remember, ever. When she managed to get herself cleaned up she brushed her teeth with her brand new sonic (complements of the Doctor, “This could be more sonic!”) toothbrush and changed into a small matching set of barely there purple knickers and bra. She admired herself in the full length mirror and felt the TARDIS hum in approval. It seemed like since their adventure on the Game Station all that time ago that she could feel and understand the TARDIS like never before. It felt unusually warm so she put on a pair of pink cotton track shorts and a white tank top before heading into her bedroom. Unfortunately the darkness did nothing to silence her imagination.
She remembered the kiss. They had been on New Earth, just after that first Christmas with her New-New Doctor, and Cassandra had taken over her body. Rose may not have been in control but she still remembered the feel of his cool mouth working against hers, and now every time he touched her she felt a searing jolt of electricity. She lay in bed trying desperately to push the images from her mind.
It seemed like nothing worked. She counted sheep, she counted beer bottles, she even counted Slitheen, but her mind kept wandering back to the console room and the Doctor. Earlier she and the Doctor had been snuggled together on the jump seat, laughing about this and that when she felt his arm accidently graze across her neckline at the back of her shirt. It had been the final straw and with a groan she had given a final laugh and a faux yawn to fake tiredness and headed to bed. She even affected a cat-like stretch as she stood up. She couldn’t help it if this new regeneration seemed to evoke that reaction.
That’s not saying that she hadn’t loved the Doctor before with his goofy grin, big ears and icy blue eyes, because she had. She may have loved the Doctor before, may have found him handsome, but now she loved him on top of finding his new body to be damn near irresistible. He was all manic charm and fluffy brown hair and big chocolate eyes.
She could feel the first pangs of arousal snake through her body and into her abdomen. Rose rolled her eyes and threw herself on her pink duvet, covering her face with her arm and sighing. She had been habitually ‘relieving’ herself before bed for the last few weeks and with a sigh she decided tonight would be the night she put a stop to it and got control of herself.
The TARDIS got warmer as she headed towards the kitchen quietly. She didn’t know why exactly but she didn’t want the Doctor to hear her. She knew it was pointless to be sneaky in his ship when if he wanted to find her all he would have to do was ask the TARDIS but Rose had a feeling the TARDIS wouldn’t tell. Girls really ought to stick together anyway. So she crept quietly, secretly, she worried that somehow if he saw her he would want to join her for tea and then he would be able to see the desire Rose was so desperately trying to hide. Then what? Kick her out? Let her down easy? Take her hard and fast against the console? No. She huffed and shoved the thought aside. So Cassandra was right, she thought he was foxy, big deal! It was no reason to go running to her room to touch herself like some hormonal teenager every time he looked at her. She shuddered, feeling more heat pool in her abdomen, but steadily walked through the arch way to the kitchen.
“Rose?” She jerked her head up, flushing slightly at the sight before her. She had been too busy sneaking to realize the Doctor wasn’t in the console room when she passed. The Doctor had been sitting at the table but in a flash he was standing, looking like a caged animal, big manic grin, bouncing on the balls of his heels, hands in pockets. She was used to him being jittery; it looked as though he had been having tea and a chocolate biscuit before her arrival. Speaking of biscuits she thought he looked absolutely edible all ruffled. His hair was delightfully tangled from him running his hands through it and his coat and jacket were both hanging over the back of the chair he’d been in, his tie loosely hanging from his neck, the knot pushed down. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his pants were creased at the hip.
“Doctor.” She smiled in what she hoped was a casual way. “Just thought I’d have a cuppa.”
“I thought you were going to bed.” His eyes darted towards the doorway behind her and she turned around briefly to check if there was something there. Nothing but hallway met her glance. Strange.
“Alright?” His brow furrowed briefly before he nodded, rather jerkily.
“M’always alright.” She quirked an eyebrow but ignored the uneasy feeling in the back of her mind.
“Mind if I join you then?”
“What? Uh, no, not at all. Lovely night for a cuppa. Not that it’s nighttime, not in the vortex. No nighttime here, nope! Just bedtime.” He sat down and smoothed his trouser legs unnecessarily hard beneath the table, looking tense. “Not that I sleep, much. Your bedtime though. You must be tired, why are you not in bed again?” His rambling ceased and she smiled at his sudden quiet. She had grown quiet used to his tangents and now fully enjoyed each one for the entertainment value. She was really rather happy that she had ended up finding him anyway because she felt comfortable with his constant talking, although she wasn’t sure about his brief lapses of quiet, those made her worry. And sometimes his intensity, that was what got her, the oncoming storm. More like the oncoming shag.
“Couldn’t sleep. Bit restless, I guess.” She most certainly was not going to tell him the real reason why. She shivered just thinking about it. Suddenly the Doctor gave a slight gasp. “Doctor?”
He let out a shaky breath and then his head flicked up. “Oi, stop it!” He shouted vehemently.
“Doctor?”
“She’s laughing at me!”
“Who? The TARDIS?”
“Yes, the TARDIS,” he looked about moodily, “Oi, I said stop!”
Now Rose started laughing. She couldn’t help it. She loved watching the Doctor and the TARDIS argue. She swore she felt a hum of approval from the old girl.
“Now you’re laughing at me?” He sighed deeply making Rose pause.
“I’m sorry, its jus’ funny is all. You, yelling at the TARDIS like it’ll help.” She sobered at the withering glance he shot her. “What’s wrong?” Against her better judgment she leaned across the table and laid her hand on his. He sighed again but this time it sounded almost contented before his eyes flew open and he jerked his hand back. It took a moment for her to realize but the Doctor’s hand had been warm. She leaned back up in shock. “Doctor, you’re, you’re warm!”
“Thank you, I noticed actually.” Her mouth opened a fraction before she stuck her tongue between her teeth and searched through all of her memories, every time they had held hands or touched flashed in her mind.
“But you’re never warm. You said your body temperature is cooler than mine, you said you had a more efficient circulatory system or somthin’ like that. Bi-vascular.”
“I do. I’m-”
“Sick? Are you sick? Is it a fever- Do Time Lord’s get fevers?” The Doctor furrowed his brow and then smiled slightly.
“Yes. Right. I’m sick! And you, Rose Tyler, should not be around a sick Time Lord!”
“But-”
“I should be off to bed than!” He moved to leave but when he turned towards the door he let out a squeak. Then he lifted his hand a pointed a finger at the blank wall where the door had been. “You. You can’t do that!” Rose giggled at his fury. Apparently the TARDIS was not happy with the Doctor. He spun on his heel and looked to where the other exit was, off to the side, only it had disappeared as well. They rarely used it since it led in a wide circle back to the console room, and the hall was lined with a large swimming pool and assorted “fun” rooms. Once, when she had been exploring, Rose had run across a room filled with wall-to-wall, multicolored plastic balls of various sizes. Rose giggled again.
“What have you done?” He turned a smoldering look on her that made her brain simply gum up and her belly clench. “I-I mean to make her mad at you.” He stalked back to the table and sat down unceremoniously and without his usual grace.
“Nothing. I haven’t done anything!” He said that last bit, Rose felt, to the TARDIS. She still didn’t quite understand but she knew the Doctor was keeping something from her and she didn’t like it.
“Not sick are you.”
“Oh I am sick, Rose. Listen to me. You have to ask the TARDIS to let you out of here.”
“Can’t get rid of me that easy. Tell me why you’re hot.”
“What?” The Doctor’s eyebrows rose to the middle of his forehead. Rose chose to ignore her own double entendre.
“And tell me why you want to get out of here so bad.” She put her hands on her hips imitating her mother and knowing she did a good job of it as the Doctor visibly flinched. Then, to soften the blow, she tucked her head down and let her arms flop to rest at her sides. She looked down at him through her lashes as she sat down. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He groaned. It was deep and made Rose shiver. He did it again and stood up, he began to back away.
“No.” Now she was getting irritated. How dare he keep whatever this was from her! She stood up and tried to push back her anger with concern. She walked over to the jumpy Time Lord pressed against the kitchen counter and laced her left hand with his. His palm was warm and slightly sweaty but Rose ignored it.
“Doctor,” her voice was barely a whisper but she felt like nonthreatening might be her best course of action, “why is she mad at you?”
Then the lights flickered out. Rose yelped audibly and squeezed the Doctors hand. He let out another one of those groans that sent chills up her spine but she tried to stay focused.
“What’s going on? If you’re sick why isn’t she helping you?” She felt his arm snake around her waist. This wasn’t an unusual position for them but for some reason, in the dark, it felt different. It felt good. Way too good. Rose knew if the lights suddenly came back on there would be a deep blush across her face. The Doctor sighed above her head.
“She is.” His voice was low and throaty as his breath ghosted across her face. She gasped as his fingers bunched in the cotton of her tank top at the small of her back. He nuzzled her neck and breathed in deeply.
“Doctor?” Her voice was no more than a murmur but it sounded devastatingly loud in the dark kitchen.
“Do you know what you smell like Rose?”
“Hm?”
“Do you know that you smell like honey and sugar and…” His voice trailed off.
“And?” He nuzzled her again and sighed.
“Pheromones, Rose.”
“Pheromones?”
“Yes, chemical compounds, produced and secreted by an animal, that influences the behavior and development of other members of the same species. I can smell them whenever I’m near you.”
“Oh.” He pushed her back harshly.
“And I promised I would protect you.” She heard his bark of laughter echo in the space between them.
“I don’t need protection in the TARDIS.”
“Yes you do,” he growled and she trembled. She could feel his breath, warm and wet, flutter across her face, “from me.”
“But-but you said-”
“What did I say Rose?” He was moving closer to her, she felt the soft graze of his shirt, over her tank top, against her breasts, as he neared.
“The pheromones, you said the same species. Why is that important?” His hands were now running up and down her arms and she nervously clenched and unclenched her hands in a steady rhythm to distract herself.
“You can’t feel it, but I can. I can smell it on you. The desire, the lust, the need. I can smell them coming off you in waves, its,” his voice broke, “intoxicating. And the time, that small bit of the vortex that became a part of you. That stubborn, tiny bit, I couldn’t get out. I can feel it burning in your veins. I can smell it, hear it, thrumming underneath your skin. Every day, making you more like me and less like you, every minute changing you.”
“What?” His hands suddenly gripped her around the arms, hard. She could feel his strong, long fingers digging into her flesh.
“It’s, she’s, making us compatible.”
“She? The TARDIS?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“By manipulating your DNA.” He sighed and let go. She could hear him let out a shaky breath.
“I don’t understand.”
He growled and this time it sounded angry and before Rose could do anything she was the one pressed against the wall. Her arms were pinned to her side and she felt the Doctor pressed up against her.
“Yes you do. You’re the one releasing the pheromones Rose. That’s not her.”
He nuzzled her neck and released her arms. “I’ve wanted you Rose. I’m guilty because I’ve wanted you. Here.” He pressed a palm into her chest over her heart. “And I’ve wanted you, here.” He pressed his other hand to her temple. Then he moved his head back and slid both his hands down to her waist. “And I’ve wanted you to want me. And that was wrong. And I’m sorry. But now,” she felt his grip on her hips tighten, “I want you- here.” He thrust his pelvis into her and she gasped as she felt his hardness press into her abdomen. He stayed like that for a moment and she could swear she felt him throb against her.
Then he was gone.
She nearly slid down the wall into a simpering Rose puddle without his strong hands holding her up but somehow she managed to stay upright. She could hear the Doctor muttering to himself not far off.
“Bad, Bad Time Lord. Bad Time Lord!” She giggled despite the circumstances. He sounded like he was chastising a five year old. “NOT FUNNY Rose Tyler. Dangerous.” His last word made her suck in a breath and now her fear was dissipating and her hormones kicked in. She felt the wetness between her thighs, that she hadn’t noticed was there earlier, growing. She was slick with want and she rubbed her thighs together. “Stop it!” He growled.
“Wha?”
“Just stop, you know what.” She felt heat flood her cheeks, oh that. “It’s not safe Rose. It’s wrong. I’ve let this go on too long. I thought I could handle it but I can’t. I’m not in complete control anymore Rose. I’m a danger to you.” He let out a low moan. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to let you go yet. This is my fault.” She heard his footsteps coming closer.
“S’okay Doctor, really. We’ll get through this.” She hoped. “I-I want this.” She did, even if he was being a bit on the frightening side.
“It’s the biological imperative Rose, to mate. I’m the last of my kind. I won’t be gentle. I can’t.”
“Doctor?” She had barely got the question out before he was on her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He locked his mouth over hers, sucking her bottom lip teasingly into his mouth and biting down. When she gasped in protest he snaked his tongue between her lips and proceeded to ravage and suck and bite anything he could reach. She could feel his erection through the thin fabric of her shorts. When she moaned he bit down on her lip again, hard.
The Doctor pulled back slightly. “I’m so sorry Rose.” It came out sounding as a desperate plea.
“It’s okay Doctor.” Then in a flash she heard the tearing sound of fabric. He was literally ripping the clothes off of her. His hands, sweaty and burning against her skin, skimmed her sides before forcefully pushing aside the lacy purple panties she wore and thrusting his fingers into her. Rose felt her knees buckle as he worked against her.
He nibbled on her ear lobe as he fingered her violently. She cried out as he bit her again on the collar bone and then above her right breast.
As he licked and bit at her she began to unbutton his shirt and attempted to slide it over his shoulders but he wouldn’t break contact with her so she had to settle on it just being open. He dragged her down to the ground and pressed her into the floor, his weight heavy on top of her. He was moaning and growling now in her ear, like a wild animal, as he pressed against her over and over at a feverish pace. Rose had never heard the Doctor sound so, human.
Her train of thought was halted abruptly as the Doctors fingers retreated as well as his body and she heard the tell-tale clicking of a zipper. Then he was back, and she felt nothing but hot skin all around her. He was tugging and tearing at the bra and underwear set that she had so carefully chosen only an hour or so earlier. Rose was awash with sensation. The felt the warmth of his fingertips against her scalp as his fingers tangled in her hair pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck. She felt his tongue, moist and hot, licking trails along her jugular and pressing sloppy openmouthed kisses to her lips. She even noticed the wetness of precum slipping from the Doctors throbbing cock leaving a slick line against her thigh, cooling as the air hit it.
She moaned deeply and the Doctor answered by suddenly gripping her wrists and roughly yanking her arms above her head and holding them there with one hand. His other hand spread her legs wide and then gripped her thigh and pulled it over his waist. She followed suit, wrapping her other leg around his slender waist and hooking her ankles behind his back.
She could feel the tip of his cock teasing her slick center.
“I’m so sorry Rose.” His voice brought her back.
“Don’t be.” It was all she could say in her lust filled haze before he thrust into her. It was one fluid motion that breached her and filled her completely. He was too big. She felt tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as he tore in and out of her with reckless abandon. She was writhing and whimpering and yelling and moaning and she could hear his guttural pants breathing quickly past her ears. He was punching her tight bundle of nerves with every thrust and as the pain dulled she felt the heat begin to coil in her stomach and her toes curled behind his back. He released her wrists and tangled the one hand in her hair as the other steadied him above her. He bent forward and touched their foreheads together as she screamed her completion into the darkness.
Not more than a thrust later he was crying out above her, pushing deeper with a final drive as he filled her.
The Doctor rolled to the side dragging Rose on top of him, not pulling out or away. She lay on his chest breathing deeply. She noticed absently that his breathing had already slowed to normal and his skin was slick with sweat but pleasantly cool.
“Doctor?”
“Rose, I’m so-”
“Stop it. Don’t be sorry, just stop saying that!” She made to sit up but her already sore arms couldn’t support her weight. The Doctor moved into action quickly gathering her in his arms and cradling her as she cried.
“But, I’ve hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“I love you.” The words had been out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“I know. That’s why I didn’t want this to happen.” Somewhere during their tryst the lights had come back on, although considerably dimmer. Rose could just barely make out the Doctor’s face in front of her. “I love you Rose, have since the day I told you to run in the basement of Henricks, I don’t want to hurt you anymore. But now, now I don’t know what she wants me to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t leave now. Look at you. You’re marked,” he gently brushed his knuckles over the bruises on her neck and chest. “I couldn’t let you go if I wanted to. You’re mine.”
Rose sniffed indignantly. “I belong to no bloke, Doctor.” To her surprise his eyes visibly darkened in the weak light.
“I’m no bloke Rose, and you do belong to me.” His grip tightened on her hip.
“What has gotten into you?” His eyes widened and his grip slackened but his hand remained on her hip.
“I can’t help it. I’ve, Oh Rassilon, I’ve mated with you Rose. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Time Lords are too possessive. We don’t make good mates. That’s part of the reason we stopped mating by intercourse.”
“What!”
“I was one of the only Gallifreyans to be born the, er, old fashioned way. I’m half human, was half human, before my first regeneration. The rest of them were made on these machines called Looms. We stopped mating properly a long time ago, when Rassilon ruled.”
“Looms? What’s a Loom?”
“Right,” he said twining his fingers in her hair, “it’s like weaving.” Rose knew her mouth was open but she couldn’t believe it.
“You wove Time Lords?”
“Well, yes, all Gallifreyans actually.”
“So you’ve never…?”
“No. Well, not with this body, or the last. I was a bit of a cad in previous incarnations, never with anyone special. Er, not even my wife.”
“I don’t believe it, an entire race without actually reproduction. S’weird.”
“We, the Gallifreyans, were much less physically oriented in our later years. We loved less with the body and more with the mind.” Rose giggled. “What?”
“A mind fuck! My mum says that’s what happens when you think too much. She was right!” The Doctor rolled his eyes but he was grinning.
“Very clever, that Jackie Tyler.”
“I know.” Rose stretched and as she turned to lay beside her she felt the tell-tale burn and tug as he pulled out of her. She lay beside him in the dim glow of the TARDIS’ kitchen and wondered about the future. “I’ve wanted to that for a long time you know.”
He looked over with dark, smoldering eyes. “Quite right to.” She smacked his arm as she was forcefully reminded of Norway and Bad Wolf Bay. He quickly caught her hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss across her knuckles. “Me too.” She swore she saw him blush. “The need to mark you was so strong. After you left I didn’t think it could be any worse. Turns out the pain of losing you only dulled it. I couldn’t imagine you with all of those other people, those other men, and no me around to keep you.”
“To keep me what? Company?”
“Just to keep you. It drove me insane.”
“So you broke through the Void, almost shattering two universes, just to give me a hickey?”
“Yeah.” He was grinning his manic grin then, slightly more wolfish than usual, his eyes darker and his hair thoroughly tousled. “Not just any hickey…or series of hickeys. A true, honest to Rassilon, Time Lord Hickey, complete with a touch of blood, a bit of my magnificent saliva and a chemical compound that does all sorts of things in your primitive little circulatory system!”
She eyed the Doctor speculatively, searching his face. “Like what?”
“Well for starters we might as well be married because no matter how physically attractive a male of ANY species finds you he will be physically incapable of performance from the minute he touches your skin. You realize MY pheromone now!”
“What!?!”
“And I’ll be able to track you over long distance through space and time as well as tap into your mind without a physical connection. I can see into your dreams,” his voice dropped an octave, “see your fantasies.” He trailed off as he began to place kisses along her jaw.
“And what do I get?” The Doctor looked up and met her eyes wearily.
“Me?” She arched an eyebrow. “Did I mention you get to carry my little Last of the Time Lords babies?”
“That’s it?”
“Well yeah, bit one sided I know. But you get to help bring up a new race of…well not Gallifreyans exactly, but Time Lords certainly! And be the only one I do this with.” He kissed her soundly on the mouth, pulling her closer to him. “That pheromone thing works both ways.”
Rose couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her face. “I didn’t stand a chance when I walked into the kitchen did I?”
“Nope. But I’ll be gentler in the future.”
“Always?”
“Well…”