FIC: The Perfect Holiday (4/5)
The long awaited (at least it seemed like forever to me) chapter 4! In which the rating goes up to M!
Catch up here!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Once again, the rating does go up to M here!
Chapter 4: In Which The Doctor and Rose Run
The boardwalk was mildly deserted with only the occasional passersby. A light breeze whipped up from the Thames, ruffling his hair and clothing. The smells of the boardwalk wafted around them. The Doctor smiled as he thought of the first time he and Rose had run together along the same pathway, hand in hand.
As Rose snuggled into his side, the Doctor glanced down at her. She was still smiling, but it was an odd smile, almost sleepy. She looked up at him. “So, where are you takin’ me?” she asked, squeezing his arm.
The Doctor shifted so his hand would stop brushing her thigh with every step - very distracting, that - and cleared his throat. “We’re just about there,” he answered. They were just about a block away from the restaurant now.
A flash of movement at the corner of his vision caught the Doctor’s attention. He turned his head quickly to see what it was but found nothing. Nothing except that same stone cupid from earlier. The only difference, he noted, was it was facing them. That just so happened to be the opposite direction from when he first saw it, technically a few weeks ago.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at the figure before turning back to the path ahead. He watched a bicyclist observing the statue as well. There was a sensation in the air for only a fraction of a second, nearly imperceptible, but he still noticed it. The bicyclist stopped his bike next to a young woman and began chatting with her immediately.
“Odd,” he murmured to himself.
“What’s odd?” Rose asked, looking up at him with the same sleepy-happy smile.
The Doctor looked down at her and smiled slightly. “I’m not entirely sure. But look, we’re here!” He stopped them in front of the restaurant and gestured grandly.
It took Rose a moment to disentangle herself from his arm. The Doctor could tell the moment she realized where they were by the gasp that escaped her lips. He peered down at her and smiled at the expression of awe on her face.
“This place...” she breathed.
The Doctor nodded, the smile on his face widening. He sent a silent thank you back to Jackie for her tip about the restaurant. “Is incredibly posh and if I remember right, located right up the way from where we had our first date.”
Rose tore her gaze away from the doorway to look up at him. “Is this where our second date is going to be?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him in a very un-Roselike fashion.
Her words and actions both gave him pause. He tugged at his ear uncomfortably. “Well...I suppose so. It is Valentine’s Day, and you are dressed so...well, nicely--”
“So are you, all handsome,” Rose interrupted, grabbing his arm once more and dragging one hand down his chest.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Right. Thanks. Care to go in, Rose Tyler?” he asked, gesturing toward the door.
Inside the restaurant was just what would be expected of such a posh place. The lights were dim, people were dressed beautifully, the food (even in such small portions) smelled exquisite, and there was a very large fish tank that divided a part of the room. The Doctor gave the name of his reservation - good old John Smith - and followed the hostess to the table. Rose took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. He didn’t think much of the action, as hand holding was quite normal for them. Still, something was just....wrong.
“Mara, your server, will be right with you.” The hostess left them with two menus and a smile.
The Doctor immediately picked up the menu and began studying it. There were no prices listed next to the food. Obviously, it was a place that if you had to wonder the price you probably couldn’t afford it. Good thing he happened to have quite a few notes in his tux, from this queen, too.
“See anything that tickles your fancy?” the Doctor asked after a few moments of menu perusing.
“Oh, do I,” Rose murmured, voice silky smooth.
A frown creased his brow at her response. A little warning bell began to sound in his impressive Time Lord brain.
“The smoked salmon looks good,” he commented, reading the details of the meal.
“You look good,” came Rose’s response.
This comment made him come to a screeching halt in his head. Slowly, he lowered the menu, fixing his gaze on Rose. Her elbow was propped on the table, hand up to cup her chin. Her eyes were half lidded and he swore he could see the constellation of Cassiopeia in her hazel orbs. He opened his mouth for a moment, closed it, then opened it again, doing his finest impression of the salmon he’d just read.
“Rose?”
She winked at him saucily. “Yes, Doctor?”
Carefully, he set his menu down. Things were beginning to slide into place in his head. “Rose, are you feeling alright?” he asked, reaching for his sonic.
“More than alright, baby.” She gave him a sexy look, complete with pursed lips and blew him a kiss.
With a heavy sigh, the Doctor stood up. “That’s it.” He pocketed his sonic and moved around the table to pull out her chair. “Back to the TARDIS with you, Rose. Something’s not right.”
Rose was all too happy to snuggle into his side as he began pulling her toward the door. It was only when his words caught up in her brain that she stopped in her tracks, effectively stopping him as well.
“What do you mean, ‘something’s not right’?” she asked, panic in her voice.
The Doctor took her hands. He had finally figured it out and felt stupid for not realizing it before. “No time, Rose,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. He could see the internal war being waged, the attraction giving way to panic, and the panic succumbing once more to attraction. “I’ll be able to explain better in the TARDIS, where we’re safe.”
It took her a moment to process, to listen, but eventually Rose nodded at him. “Right, you’re right. TARDIS.” She shook her head as if to clear the fog out of it. Unfortunately, he knew it wouldn’t be undone that easily.
As they reached the door, the Doctor looked down at her. “Seems like we’ll never have a proper date,” he murmured, looking down at her. “Always running, us.” Her earlier words came back to him, and he smiled. “Ready?”
The sun had set completely in the short time they’d been in the restaurant. The lights on the boardwalk were now shining, illuminating the walkway. The Doctor glanced across the way at the Cupid, his eyes narrowed. It was looking at him, as if it knew. He didn’t have time to dwell; he grabbed Rose’s hand once again and turned them toward the Powell Estate.
Then he felt it. That ripple of energy through the air, imperceptible to a human, barely noticeable to him. He could pinpoint the exact moment he felt the shift. When he looked down at Rose, he saw her in a new light, almost literally. There was a golden glow about her, like a halo surrounding her whole body. He felt this pull toward her, an undeniable attraction that was unlike what he’d originally felt for her.
The Doctor squeezed her hand as they stood under a light on the boardwalk. “Rose?” he murmured, gazing down at her longingly. Now he understood why she’d been the way she had in the restaurant.
“Yes, Doctor?” she looked at him, the fight still evident in her eyes.
“Run.”
And so they did: down the boardwalk, through groups of people, cutting through alleyways, and down the block. When the TARDIS was in sight, the Doctor heard a strange melody. He slowed to a jog with Rose, looking at her curiously. Rose returned his look, eyes dark in desire before she shook her head.
“‘s my Mum,” she replied, pulling out her mobile and answering it.
The Doctor frowned a little and pulled Rose with him to the TARDIS. The sound of sirens filled the air; soon the lights of an ambulance illuminated the cross street, painting everything in a glare of blue. He skidded to a halt at the TARDIS doors, key already in hand. Beside him, Rose was speaking hurriedly into the phone.
“Can’t you tell your mum it’s a bad time, Rose? Maybe she should try calling back when we aren’t dying,” he grumbled, swinging open the TARDIS doors. A feeling of safety washed over him as soon as they stepped inside and shut the doors. Quickly, he made his way to medical bay, holding Rose’s hand once more.
Rose looked at him with a panicked expression. “She said it’s Howard,” she murmured, holding the mouthpiece away from the phone.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. The doors to medical opened automatically for him and he led Rose to an exam cot. “Again, can’t this wait?” He wasn’t exactly keen on hearing about Jackie Tyler’s evening with her grocer-with-benefits.
“She said he’s acting strange, keeps sighing and pining over her,” Rose went on, ignoring his dislike for her mum.
A loud sigh escaped him. “Give me the mobile,” he held out his hand for it. Rose handed it to him. “Jackie, there’s something wrong,” he told her, pulling out his sonic and scanning Rose.
“You’re tellin’ me!” she shouted at him. “If anything’s happened to my Rose...” Her voice trailed off menacingly.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong with Howard?” he asked. As Jackie ran down the list of odd things about Howard’s behaviour, he quickly came to the decision that he had the same affliction as him and Rose. “Weeping Cupids,” he said firmly, effectively cutting off Jackie mid-sentence.
“What?” she squawked at him. “Weepin’ whats? Is that an innuendo or somethin’?”
With a frustrated sigh, he continued scanning Rose, frowning at the results. He set his sonic aside. “Is there anything out in the courtyard, besides my TARDIS?” he asked her.
There was a pause as Jackie presumably checked. “No, nothing. Except this odd statue on the railin’, looking at the courtyard,” she murmured. “That’s odd, it wasn’t there earlier.”
The Doctor ran his free hand through his hair. This was not good. “Keep looking at it, Jackie, and don’t blink,” he said firmly into the mobile. “Don’t even blink. Blink, and you fall in love.” Even he frowned at how ridiculous it sounded.
There was a pause before Jackie replied. “I’m sorry, what? Did you say ‘fall in love’?” she asked incredulously.
The Doctor nodded to the phone with a curt, “Yeah. Now step back from the door and don’t go outside.” Rose began to squirm; she stuffed her hands beneath her very gorgeous legs, obviously resisting the urge to prop her chin on her hand and sigh. “Listen Jackie, I’ve got to go; I need to figure this out with Rose. Just stay inside the flat with Howard. Once I figure out how to undo this, I’ll call you.” He rang off and set the phone down. “Rose.” He looked at her and took a deep breath. He had an idea, seeing as he was feeling the effects of the cupid arrow as well, but he wasn’t sure how Rose would really feel about it.
“So, how do these things work?” she asked him, chewing on her lip. Her hazel eyes were wide, fixed on him; the expression could almost be called “cow-eyed”.
He sat down opposite her and rubbed the back of his neck. “They’re known as Stone Cupids, or Lonely Lovers. They’re one of the loneliest creatures out there. If you make eye contact with one while it has its arrow pointed at you, you instantly fall in love with someone. It works better if you already have feelings for someone,” he explained awkwardly, pulling at his ear.
“Why are they so lonely?” Rose asked, leaning closer to him.
The Doctor swallowed. “Well, they’re the only race that will let you love someone to death, quite literally. You fall in love with the person and if they don’t reciprocate your feelings, you eventually pine away and die.” He paused and shifted slightly. “They avoid ‘cupefying’ each other, so to speak, because what do people want when they’re in love?” he murmured, beginning to also lean closer to her. “They want to be near that person, they want to touch them.” As he said this, his hand moved of its own accord up to caress her cheek. “And they’re stone; they can’t touch or feel anything like we can.”
Rose was leaning so far forward now, she was almost off the cot and in his lap. “Mm, sounds terrible.” She brought her hand to cup his over her cheek. “I’d say I could sympathize but I can’t. Oh Doctor, what do we do?” she nearly mewled, turning her face into his hand and kissing his palm.
A groan began to work its way through his body as he felt her lips on his skin. He’d dreamed of how her lips would feel and his imagination was nowhere near the reality. If he could never feel this again, he was sure he would die.
“Well,” he began, standing up and pulling her with him. He snaked his arm around her waist, fitting her body against his snuggly. “We have two choices.” Rose shifted her hips against his and the Doctor fought a groan.
“What are they?” Rose asked, smoothing her hand down his back.
The Doctor skimmed his hands down her body, cupping her bum through her dress. “We can either stop this now and pine away at each other until we die,” he murmured, kissing her neck. Rose whimpered in either disagreement to his statement or pleasure from his lips on her skin.
“Or?” she asked, reaching between them and working at his bowtie. She pulled it from his collar and started at the buttons on his shirt.
“Or,” the Doctor echoed quickly, squeezing her bum, “we shag to save our lives,” he said, yanking her hips against his forcefully.
Rose gasped, her head tilting backwards. “Oh, please,” she whispered, clutching his shoulders.
“Please what?” the Doctor asked, voice dark as he lowered his head to her neck once more.
“Shag, right now,” Rose answered surely.
The Doctor didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped Rose up in his arms, holding her close to his chest, and made for the door. As he stepped into the hallway, he sent a silence thanks to his TARDIS for moving his room just across from medbay. The door slid open automatically for them; the Doctor went straight for his bed.
Rose looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. His room was decorated similarly to the console room, coral struts forming the circular room. A soft orange glow illuminated them. As he set her carefully on his bed, she saw a “skylight” of sorts; the sight of a red sky greeted her. A moment later, the Doctor’s face filled her vision as he laid over her.
The Doctor carefully stretched out above her, using one hand to shift her dress up past her hips. A very small part of him felt exasperated as he saw the incredibly tight shorts she’d somehow managed to hide under the revealing dress. Still, he managed to pull them down her legs, palms skimming her skin.
As he removed the shorts from her body, he slipped her shoes off as well. He pressed his lips to her ankle, trailing kisses up her thigh. When he reached her knee, he trailed his tongue along the inside. Rose squirmed but he didn’t miss how her breath caught. Slowly, he kissed his way up her thigh; her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just hard enough to be one that line between pleasure and pain. He nipped at her thigh before moving up her body, tugging her dress up to just below her breasts.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Rose murmured as he trailed his hand up her body, cupping her breast through his dress. She whimpered as he pinched her nipple through the thin fabric.
The Doctor felt an alarm bell go off in his head at her statement, but the pull from the Cupid’s Arrow was too strong. He felt her hands slip between their bodies, working at his buttons. Her fingers, usually so nimble-like, fumbled a few times before he grew impatient. He sat up, pulling his shirt over his head. Rose immediately reached for him. He groaned the second her hands came in contact with his bare skin, caressing his stomach and running through the hair on his chest. When her fingers flicked over his nipples, he gasped at the electric sensation. Her name left his lips on a whisper.
“Doctor, please,” Rose begged, tugging at his shoulders to bring him closer to her.
The Doctor obliged and leaned over her once more, settling himself between her legs once more and pressing his hard length against her center. With no small amount of urgency, he pushed her dress up and over her head, careful of the barrette still in her hair. Her hands fumbled at the button and zip of his trousers. Quickly, he rolled off of her and removed both the black trousers and his pants. Before he had a chance to resume his place over Rose, he felt her mouth on his chest, trailing kisses down to his belly. His muscles twitched beneath her touch as she licked and nipped at his skin. He felt her fingers playing in the fine line of hair beneath his navel, following it down to his cock. When her mouth followed her fingers, he gasped as her lips closed around his tip. He automatically thrust into her mouth, needing to feel her around him.
“Rose, oh my Rose.” His fingers tangled in her hair. “I want you,” he breathed, “I need you, Rose, need you now.” His hips twitched as he felt her tongue trail up the line of his shaft.
He couldn’t take this much longer. Carefully, he hauled her up by her shoulders and flipped them, pressing against her. “I need to be in you, Rose.”
By way of answering, Rose circled her hips beneath his. He groaned at her movement then took his shaft in hand, lining it up with her entrance. He felt her damp heat against his tip and nearly came undone simply imagining how she would feel around him.
“I’m ready, Doctor,” she breathed, pressing up against him. “Please.”
He needed no more encouragement. The Doctor thrust into her at once, burying himself to the hilt. Rose sucked in a breath and he groaned against her neck. She was so wet and tight around him, feeling much better than he could have ever imagined. Never in his wildest, most erotic dreams would he have been able to conjure up the feelings swirling through him now.
Rose shifted her hips beneath him, her whole body writhing. The movement was so unconsciously sexy; the Doctor felt his desire for her flare to an ever hotter blaze within him, spurring him into action. He set up a steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out and sliding back in, rocking his hips into hers. With each thrust, he felt Rose’s body shudder. Her head was tilted back against the cushion, her back arched into his torso. As he pressed into her, her hips rolled up to meet his, taking him impossibly deep within her.
His lips decorated the exposed line of her neck with soft kisses, nibbling and sucking. If he laved the skin below her ear, the most glorious sound came from her mouth. A sharp gasp escaped her if he nipped at the curve of her shoulder, teeth grazing her flesh. Each reaction made his desire increase until his body was aflame for her.
He was close, oh so close. She was, too. The Doctor could feel her release coiling tight in her belly; her walls were tightening around his cock. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last with this rhythm.
With just the slightest shift of his body, he managed to slip one hand between them. The change in angle brought a new, amazing sound from Rose as he thrust into her core. The press of his thumb against her clit brought a sharp cry.
For the first time that evening, his lips found hers in a kiss so desperate and full of need. Rose clutched at him, her fingers pressing into his back as she held on, racing to the edge with him. The Doctor rubbed firm circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, working to bring her closer and closer.
He broke the kiss, gazing down at her as he thrust deeply into her. With one last press of his thumb into her clit and the hoarse whisper of her name, he felt her shatter beneath him. A cry escaped her, echoing in the high ceilings above them. The Doctor groaned, thrusting just a few times more before following her. He swore softly, gritting his teeth as he came harder than he could ever remember.
As they rode the high together, the Doctor felt something between them shifting. A tenuous cord snapped, being replaced with something different, brighter and more beautiful. Something unbreakable.
With a groan, the Doctor rolled off to one side, avoiding crushing Rose. She snuggled against him. They were both breathing heavily. The Doctor wrapped his arm around her, shutting his eyes. Within moments, he drifted off into rare slumber, holding his Rose.
Catch up here!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Once again, the rating does go up to M here!
Chapter 4: In Which The Doctor and Rose Run
The boardwalk was mildly deserted with only the occasional passersby. A light breeze whipped up from the Thames, ruffling his hair and clothing. The smells of the boardwalk wafted around them. The Doctor smiled as he thought of the first time he and Rose had run together along the same pathway, hand in hand.
As Rose snuggled into his side, the Doctor glanced down at her. She was still smiling, but it was an odd smile, almost sleepy. She looked up at him. “So, where are you takin’ me?” she asked, squeezing his arm.
The Doctor shifted so his hand would stop brushing her thigh with every step - very distracting, that - and cleared his throat. “We’re just about there,” he answered. They were just about a block away from the restaurant now.
A flash of movement at the corner of his vision caught the Doctor’s attention. He turned his head quickly to see what it was but found nothing. Nothing except that same stone cupid from earlier. The only difference, he noted, was it was facing them. That just so happened to be the opposite direction from when he first saw it, technically a few weeks ago.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at the figure before turning back to the path ahead. He watched a bicyclist observing the statue as well. There was a sensation in the air for only a fraction of a second, nearly imperceptible, but he still noticed it. The bicyclist stopped his bike next to a young woman and began chatting with her immediately.
“Odd,” he murmured to himself.
“What’s odd?” Rose asked, looking up at him with the same sleepy-happy smile.
The Doctor looked down at her and smiled slightly. “I’m not entirely sure. But look, we’re here!” He stopped them in front of the restaurant and gestured grandly.
It took Rose a moment to disentangle herself from his arm. The Doctor could tell the moment she realized where they were by the gasp that escaped her lips. He peered down at her and smiled at the expression of awe on her face.
“This place...” she breathed.
The Doctor nodded, the smile on his face widening. He sent a silent thank you back to Jackie for her tip about the restaurant. “Is incredibly posh and if I remember right, located right up the way from where we had our first date.”
Rose tore her gaze away from the doorway to look up at him. “Is this where our second date is going to be?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him in a very un-Roselike fashion.
Her words and actions both gave him pause. He tugged at his ear uncomfortably. “Well...I suppose so. It is Valentine’s Day, and you are dressed so...well, nicely--”
“So are you, all handsome,” Rose interrupted, grabbing his arm once more and dragging one hand down his chest.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Right. Thanks. Care to go in, Rose Tyler?” he asked, gesturing toward the door.
Inside the restaurant was just what would be expected of such a posh place. The lights were dim, people were dressed beautifully, the food (even in such small portions) smelled exquisite, and there was a very large fish tank that divided a part of the room. The Doctor gave the name of his reservation - good old John Smith - and followed the hostess to the table. Rose took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. He didn’t think much of the action, as hand holding was quite normal for them. Still, something was just....wrong.
“Mara, your server, will be right with you.” The hostess left them with two menus and a smile.
The Doctor immediately picked up the menu and began studying it. There were no prices listed next to the food. Obviously, it was a place that if you had to wonder the price you probably couldn’t afford it. Good thing he happened to have quite a few notes in his tux, from this queen, too.
“See anything that tickles your fancy?” the Doctor asked after a few moments of menu perusing.
“Oh, do I,” Rose murmured, voice silky smooth.
A frown creased his brow at her response. A little warning bell began to sound in his impressive Time Lord brain.
“The smoked salmon looks good,” he commented, reading the details of the meal.
“You look good,” came Rose’s response.
This comment made him come to a screeching halt in his head. Slowly, he lowered the menu, fixing his gaze on Rose. Her elbow was propped on the table, hand up to cup her chin. Her eyes were half lidded and he swore he could see the constellation of Cassiopeia in her hazel orbs. He opened his mouth for a moment, closed it, then opened it again, doing his finest impression of the salmon he’d just read.
“Rose?”
She winked at him saucily. “Yes, Doctor?”
Carefully, he set his menu down. Things were beginning to slide into place in his head. “Rose, are you feeling alright?” he asked, reaching for his sonic.
“More than alright, baby.” She gave him a sexy look, complete with pursed lips and blew him a kiss.
With a heavy sigh, the Doctor stood up. “That’s it.” He pocketed his sonic and moved around the table to pull out her chair. “Back to the TARDIS with you, Rose. Something’s not right.”
Rose was all too happy to snuggle into his side as he began pulling her toward the door. It was only when his words caught up in her brain that she stopped in her tracks, effectively stopping him as well.
“What do you mean, ‘something’s not right’?” she asked, panic in her voice.
The Doctor took her hands. He had finally figured it out and felt stupid for not realizing it before. “No time, Rose,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. He could see the internal war being waged, the attraction giving way to panic, and the panic succumbing once more to attraction. “I’ll be able to explain better in the TARDIS, where we’re safe.”
It took her a moment to process, to listen, but eventually Rose nodded at him. “Right, you’re right. TARDIS.” She shook her head as if to clear the fog out of it. Unfortunately, he knew it wouldn’t be undone that easily.
As they reached the door, the Doctor looked down at her. “Seems like we’ll never have a proper date,” he murmured, looking down at her. “Always running, us.” Her earlier words came back to him, and he smiled. “Ready?”
The sun had set completely in the short time they’d been in the restaurant. The lights on the boardwalk were now shining, illuminating the walkway. The Doctor glanced across the way at the Cupid, his eyes narrowed. It was looking at him, as if it knew. He didn’t have time to dwell; he grabbed Rose’s hand once again and turned them toward the Powell Estate.
Then he felt it. That ripple of energy through the air, imperceptible to a human, barely noticeable to him. He could pinpoint the exact moment he felt the shift. When he looked down at Rose, he saw her in a new light, almost literally. There was a golden glow about her, like a halo surrounding her whole body. He felt this pull toward her, an undeniable attraction that was unlike what he’d originally felt for her.
The Doctor squeezed her hand as they stood under a light on the boardwalk. “Rose?” he murmured, gazing down at her longingly. Now he understood why she’d been the way she had in the restaurant.
“Yes, Doctor?” she looked at him, the fight still evident in her eyes.
“Run.”
And so they did: down the boardwalk, through groups of people, cutting through alleyways, and down the block. When the TARDIS was in sight, the Doctor heard a strange melody. He slowed to a jog with Rose, looking at her curiously. Rose returned his look, eyes dark in desire before she shook her head.
“‘s my Mum,” she replied, pulling out her mobile and answering it.
The Doctor frowned a little and pulled Rose with him to the TARDIS. The sound of sirens filled the air; soon the lights of an ambulance illuminated the cross street, painting everything in a glare of blue. He skidded to a halt at the TARDIS doors, key already in hand. Beside him, Rose was speaking hurriedly into the phone.
“Can’t you tell your mum it’s a bad time, Rose? Maybe she should try calling back when we aren’t dying,” he grumbled, swinging open the TARDIS doors. A feeling of safety washed over him as soon as they stepped inside and shut the doors. Quickly, he made his way to medical bay, holding Rose’s hand once more.
Rose looked at him with a panicked expression. “She said it’s Howard,” she murmured, holding the mouthpiece away from the phone.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. The doors to medical opened automatically for him and he led Rose to an exam cot. “Again, can’t this wait?” He wasn’t exactly keen on hearing about Jackie Tyler’s evening with her grocer-with-benefits.
“She said he’s acting strange, keeps sighing and pining over her,” Rose went on, ignoring his dislike for her mum.
A loud sigh escaped him. “Give me the mobile,” he held out his hand for it. Rose handed it to him. “Jackie, there’s something wrong,” he told her, pulling out his sonic and scanning Rose.
“You’re tellin’ me!” she shouted at him. “If anything’s happened to my Rose...” Her voice trailed off menacingly.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong with Howard?” he asked. As Jackie ran down the list of odd things about Howard’s behaviour, he quickly came to the decision that he had the same affliction as him and Rose. “Weeping Cupids,” he said firmly, effectively cutting off Jackie mid-sentence.
“What?” she squawked at him. “Weepin’ whats? Is that an innuendo or somethin’?”
With a frustrated sigh, he continued scanning Rose, frowning at the results. He set his sonic aside. “Is there anything out in the courtyard, besides my TARDIS?” he asked her.
There was a pause as Jackie presumably checked. “No, nothing. Except this odd statue on the railin’, looking at the courtyard,” she murmured. “That’s odd, it wasn’t there earlier.”
The Doctor ran his free hand through his hair. This was not good. “Keep looking at it, Jackie, and don’t blink,” he said firmly into the mobile. “Don’t even blink. Blink, and you fall in love.” Even he frowned at how ridiculous it sounded.
There was a pause before Jackie replied. “I’m sorry, what? Did you say ‘fall in love’?” she asked incredulously.
The Doctor nodded to the phone with a curt, “Yeah. Now step back from the door and don’t go outside.” Rose began to squirm; she stuffed her hands beneath her very gorgeous legs, obviously resisting the urge to prop her chin on her hand and sigh. “Listen Jackie, I’ve got to go; I need to figure this out with Rose. Just stay inside the flat with Howard. Once I figure out how to undo this, I’ll call you.” He rang off and set the phone down. “Rose.” He looked at her and took a deep breath. He had an idea, seeing as he was feeling the effects of the cupid arrow as well, but he wasn’t sure how Rose would really feel about it.
“So, how do these things work?” she asked him, chewing on her lip. Her hazel eyes were wide, fixed on him; the expression could almost be called “cow-eyed”.
He sat down opposite her and rubbed the back of his neck. “They’re known as Stone Cupids, or Lonely Lovers. They’re one of the loneliest creatures out there. If you make eye contact with one while it has its arrow pointed at you, you instantly fall in love with someone. It works better if you already have feelings for someone,” he explained awkwardly, pulling at his ear.
“Why are they so lonely?” Rose asked, leaning closer to him.
The Doctor swallowed. “Well, they’re the only race that will let you love someone to death, quite literally. You fall in love with the person and if they don’t reciprocate your feelings, you eventually pine away and die.” He paused and shifted slightly. “They avoid ‘cupefying’ each other, so to speak, because what do people want when they’re in love?” he murmured, beginning to also lean closer to her. “They want to be near that person, they want to touch them.” As he said this, his hand moved of its own accord up to caress her cheek. “And they’re stone; they can’t touch or feel anything like we can.”
Rose was leaning so far forward now, she was almost off the cot and in his lap. “Mm, sounds terrible.” She brought her hand to cup his over her cheek. “I’d say I could sympathize but I can’t. Oh Doctor, what do we do?” she nearly mewled, turning her face into his hand and kissing his palm.
A groan began to work its way through his body as he felt her lips on his skin. He’d dreamed of how her lips would feel and his imagination was nowhere near the reality. If he could never feel this again, he was sure he would die.
“Well,” he began, standing up and pulling her with him. He snaked his arm around her waist, fitting her body against his snuggly. “We have two choices.” Rose shifted her hips against his and the Doctor fought a groan.
“What are they?” Rose asked, smoothing her hand down his back.
The Doctor skimmed his hands down her body, cupping her bum through her dress. “We can either stop this now and pine away at each other until we die,” he murmured, kissing her neck. Rose whimpered in either disagreement to his statement or pleasure from his lips on her skin.
“Or?” she asked, reaching between them and working at his bowtie. She pulled it from his collar and started at the buttons on his shirt.
“Or,” the Doctor echoed quickly, squeezing her bum, “we shag to save our lives,” he said, yanking her hips against his forcefully.
Rose gasped, her head tilting backwards. “Oh, please,” she whispered, clutching his shoulders.
“Please what?” the Doctor asked, voice dark as he lowered his head to her neck once more.
“Shag, right now,” Rose answered surely.
The Doctor didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped Rose up in his arms, holding her close to his chest, and made for the door. As he stepped into the hallway, he sent a silence thanks to his TARDIS for moving his room just across from medbay. The door slid open automatically for them; the Doctor went straight for his bed.
Rose looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. His room was decorated similarly to the console room, coral struts forming the circular room. A soft orange glow illuminated them. As he set her carefully on his bed, she saw a “skylight” of sorts; the sight of a red sky greeted her. A moment later, the Doctor’s face filled her vision as he laid over her.
The Doctor carefully stretched out above her, using one hand to shift her dress up past her hips. A very small part of him felt exasperated as he saw the incredibly tight shorts she’d somehow managed to hide under the revealing dress. Still, he managed to pull them down her legs, palms skimming her skin.
As he removed the shorts from her body, he slipped her shoes off as well. He pressed his lips to her ankle, trailing kisses up her thigh. When he reached her knee, he trailed his tongue along the inside. Rose squirmed but he didn’t miss how her breath caught. Slowly, he kissed his way up her thigh; her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just hard enough to be one that line between pleasure and pain. He nipped at her thigh before moving up her body, tugging her dress up to just below her breasts.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Rose murmured as he trailed his hand up her body, cupping her breast through his dress. She whimpered as he pinched her nipple through the thin fabric.
The Doctor felt an alarm bell go off in his head at her statement, but the pull from the Cupid’s Arrow was too strong. He felt her hands slip between their bodies, working at his buttons. Her fingers, usually so nimble-like, fumbled a few times before he grew impatient. He sat up, pulling his shirt over his head. Rose immediately reached for him. He groaned the second her hands came in contact with his bare skin, caressing his stomach and running through the hair on his chest. When her fingers flicked over his nipples, he gasped at the electric sensation. Her name left his lips on a whisper.
“Doctor, please,” Rose begged, tugging at his shoulders to bring him closer to her.
The Doctor obliged and leaned over her once more, settling himself between her legs once more and pressing his hard length against her center. With no small amount of urgency, he pushed her dress up and over her head, careful of the barrette still in her hair. Her hands fumbled at the button and zip of his trousers. Quickly, he rolled off of her and removed both the black trousers and his pants. Before he had a chance to resume his place over Rose, he felt her mouth on his chest, trailing kisses down to his belly. His muscles twitched beneath her touch as she licked and nipped at his skin. He felt her fingers playing in the fine line of hair beneath his navel, following it down to his cock. When her mouth followed her fingers, he gasped as her lips closed around his tip. He automatically thrust into her mouth, needing to feel her around him.
“Rose, oh my Rose.” His fingers tangled in her hair. “I want you,” he breathed, “I need you, Rose, need you now.” His hips twitched as he felt her tongue trail up the line of his shaft.
He couldn’t take this much longer. Carefully, he hauled her up by her shoulders and flipped them, pressing against her. “I need to be in you, Rose.”
By way of answering, Rose circled her hips beneath his. He groaned at her movement then took his shaft in hand, lining it up with her entrance. He felt her damp heat against his tip and nearly came undone simply imagining how she would feel around him.
“I’m ready, Doctor,” she breathed, pressing up against him. “Please.”
He needed no more encouragement. The Doctor thrust into her at once, burying himself to the hilt. Rose sucked in a breath and he groaned against her neck. She was so wet and tight around him, feeling much better than he could have ever imagined. Never in his wildest, most erotic dreams would he have been able to conjure up the feelings swirling through him now.
Rose shifted her hips beneath him, her whole body writhing. The movement was so unconsciously sexy; the Doctor felt his desire for her flare to an ever hotter blaze within him, spurring him into action. He set up a steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out and sliding back in, rocking his hips into hers. With each thrust, he felt Rose’s body shudder. Her head was tilted back against the cushion, her back arched into his torso. As he pressed into her, her hips rolled up to meet his, taking him impossibly deep within her.
His lips decorated the exposed line of her neck with soft kisses, nibbling and sucking. If he laved the skin below her ear, the most glorious sound came from her mouth. A sharp gasp escaped her if he nipped at the curve of her shoulder, teeth grazing her flesh. Each reaction made his desire increase until his body was aflame for her.
He was close, oh so close. She was, too. The Doctor could feel her release coiling tight in her belly; her walls were tightening around his cock. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last with this rhythm.
With just the slightest shift of his body, he managed to slip one hand between them. The change in angle brought a new, amazing sound from Rose as he thrust into her core. The press of his thumb against her clit brought a sharp cry.
For the first time that evening, his lips found hers in a kiss so desperate and full of need. Rose clutched at him, her fingers pressing into his back as she held on, racing to the edge with him. The Doctor rubbed firm circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, working to bring her closer and closer.
He broke the kiss, gazing down at her as he thrust deeply into her. With one last press of his thumb into her clit and the hoarse whisper of her name, he felt her shatter beneath him. A cry escaped her, echoing in the high ceilings above them. The Doctor groaned, thrusting just a few times more before following her. He swore softly, gritting his teeth as he came harder than he could ever remember.
As they rode the high together, the Doctor felt something between them shifting. A tenuous cord snapped, being replaced with something different, brighter and more beautiful. Something unbreakable.
With a groan, the Doctor rolled off to one side, avoiding crushing Rose. She snuggled against him. They were both breathing heavily. The Doctor wrapped his arm around her, shutting his eyes. Within moments, he drifted off into rare slumber, holding his Rose.