Stardust
In hopes of getting my writing gears turning again after not having time to use them for almost 2 years, I decided to join the club and sign up for my trope bingo card.
So here’s my first go at a square, and I’m jumping into the deep end feet first with it by taking the plunge with my first M rated fic as well by starting with the ‘Sex Pollen’ square. Though I’d probably lean it on the lighter side of that rating as it not explicit content. Not beta’d as I don’t have one, so mistakes are my own. Hope you enjoy as it was a lot of fun to write! :)
Title: Stardust
Pairing: Doctor (Ten II)/Rose
Rating: Light M
Excerpt: Her fingertips tingle and burn along the edges of his face. Running through wiry and then soft strands that part and sigh at her command. His gaze is as dark as the end of edges of the universe; mere pin pricks of starlight shinning deep within them holding her in place.
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They are spinning and spinning around each other. She darts and he pulls wide, and they barely side step a pair of entwined bodies as they move further in this dance with effortless grace. She can’t remember when the dance started, but she feels as if the pull between them has always been there. Constant and stable like two planets dependent on the other to maintain orbit around a burning star in an endless spiral of dust and atoms.
He’s already calculated leaps and steps ahead of her in this dance though and collides into her like a stray comet. Burning bright and leaving stardust in the wake of his hands, as the heat of new stars are born in the trail he blazes up and down her sides. The wall behind her now holding their positions stationary as their bodies learn how to adjust to this new orbit.
Her fingertips tingle and burn along the edges of his face. Running through wiry and then soft strands that part and sigh at her command. His gaze is as dark as the end of edges of the universe; mere pin pricks of starlight shinning deep within them holding her in place. She sighs the essence of life into his mouth as they meet, and feels the turn of the planet in her bones as they pull closer together.
Their limbs have been in constant motion as they twist and writhe together to create this new planetary body from their collision, and when her hand has freed him from the layers that used to shroud his surface he makes a sound, and it sounds like time moving and twisting along with them. It’s familiar and wonderful, and she giggles as she feels they are spinning through time together in this new universe they are creating. She scatters bits of herself on him as they do, leaving little messages from the past as presents to her future.
His hands have not been idle in their creation either, and they find a spot that makes her burn white hot like a supernova with every movement upon it. With one final violent movement they join together and worlds tilt and gravity spins, and her head feels as though it may burst with all of space and time flowing through her for what feels like forever and the first time all at once. They shift and settle against each other and time speeds and slows with each adjustment in a looping circle that doesn’t end. It coils tighter and flares bright gold within her until stars explode into life behind her eyes in brilliant shades of reds and yellows and white.
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Rose’s head is groggy and fuzzy when she comes to, and she's immediately wondering when she decided to take up drinking so heavily again as she hasn’t felt this horrid since that all night bender with Mickey years back. Her body aches all over, and she feels like she did that one time she fell asleep on the TARDIS grating watching the Doctor work. Attempting to open her eyes hurts just as much she thought it might, and it takes several rapid blinks and a raised hand for the world to start to come into focus.
She squints disbelieving at the linoleum floor in front of her as her brain attempts to place where she knows it from. Not her Mum’s, nor her own…was she…was she at Torchwood?
With a groan of protest, Rose forced herself to move into a raised position, stopping short of sitting straight up with her arms still supporting her weight, when several things suddenly come to her attention. Firstly, that she was currently near one of the unused labs of the Artifact Retrieval and Handling Department. Then she noted that the Doctor was sitting next to her in a position similar to her own, but more upright and with his left hand pulling his hair like often he did when he worked through a problem….and was completely naked. A shift of her eyes downward revealed herself to be completely starkers as well.
She blinked once. Twice.
Nope, still naked.
Rose tried to think back to any reason as to how they could possibly have ended up in this position, but her mind was coming up blank. She had fuzzy memories of the two of them being called in to consult on something and possibly of their arrival, but nothing on their current state of undress. Or where their clothes were for that matter.
Thankfully, she still felt disoriented enough to not be bothered by her current state of undress - something likely associated to whatever drug or chemical that had also caused the memory loss - and was rather grateful for that, as it allowed her to move straight on to finding answers instead of clothes.
“Doctor?”
He whipped his head around to look at her, eyes flickering once down her nude form, as a smile grew on his face, “Hello sleeping beauty. How’re you feeling?”
“Sore, an’ a bit fuzzy I suppose,” she answered, tilting her head lazily toward her right shoulder, “Reckon you know how this came about then?” Rose shifted slightly to gesture at their current state as she spoke so her meaning was clear.
“How much do you remember?”
She shrugged, “Gettin’ the call and showin’ up here, but nothin’ beyond that.”
The Doctor nodded his head as if he expected no less, “Temporary amnesia caused by the Trixlaxian spores. Should come back to you in a bit. Welll…when I say a bit it could be a few hours…or days…a week on the outside but, really, that’s only if you experienced some other head related injury - which I know for a fact you did not, Rose Tyler - so, yeah, should come back to you in a bit.”
“Didn’t effect you though,” Rose pointed out, “Why’s that? Your big Time Lord brain?”
“Didn’t completely effect me” the Doctor clarified as he turned his body to face hers properly, “I didn’t end up starkers and on the floor due to my own meddling you know.” He smirked at her rather cockily with that remark, and Rose felt her arousal flare up rather more intensely than normal in response to it. The feeling her fuzzy bubble of indifference around her head allowed her to let the feeling float comfortably around her for the moment however, as she was still more curious about her missing memory.
Still, she wasn’t completely unaffected by the change in mood and gave the Doctor one of her tongue touched grins as she pressed on, “Oh yeah? Mind sharing with the class how this went about then?”
The Doctor’s eyes instantly burned darker as they zeroed in oh her mouth momentarily, “Oh, you know how it goes with this lot. Can’t seem to grasp the ‘Don’t poke the things you don’t understand’ concept and managed to flood the labs here with spores from the pod of a Trixlaxian plant just as we’d arrived.”
“And these spores do what…cause people to get amnesia and take off all their clothes?”
“Apparently,” the Doctor started, drawing the word out slowly as he slowly moved towards Rose, placing an arm on either side of her so that he was braced over her chest, “Humans and part human time lords experience a similar aphrodisiac stimulant when exposed to the spores of the frootutola tree as the native Trixlaxians.”
Rose began to find the Doctor’s mouth increasingly fascinating as her desire continued to climb. “Oh? So it’s…some sort of alien roofie then?”
“By the 53rd century it is,” he murmurers mere centimeters from her lips, his breath hot and mingling with her own before moving to the side towards her neck, “Gets banned almost immediately of course, but a convenient loop hole allows people to host week long orgies during the fall mating season when the spores release.”
“Please tell me we haven’t participated in a orgy with the entire Artifact Retrieval and Handling Department,” Rose breathes out in a rush. Her eyes have fallen closed of their own accord at some point, and her heart has picked up the pace as the fuzziness in her brain has steadily been brushed away by her rapidly increasing arousal from the Doctor’s proximity.
The Doctor buries his nose in the crook of her neck behind her ear and inhales deeply, causing her to shiver. “No. I’m not one to share, not in this body anyway, so I led you a good distance away from the rest after sending out the alert that the floor would need to be on quarantine for the next twenty four to forty eight hours.”
His words spark a memory finally, and Rose has just enough thought process left to quip back at him. “I think you’ll find I’m the one that led you on a merry chase, actually.”
She can feel it as he gives that sexy smirk against her neck in response, “Is that what you think?” before languidly leaving a trail down her neck with lips and teeth and tongue. Rose groans at the direct contact as her head tilts back and she can’t gather up the energy to respond to him this time. Not when her body is acutely aware of the few small spots he is touching her, and all the many places he is not that are aching for it now.
“You know what I think?” he continues, “I think…that I am about to shag you rotten on this horribly uncomfortable floor again.”
“God, yes,” Rose whimpers before moving her hands up to grab fistfuls of really great hair as she kisses the Doctor hard and desperately, and suns are born behind her eyes once more.
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They do make it to a much more comfortable spare cot in the near by private lab before the spore’s influence takes over them again after a short period of lucidity. The Doctor, using what telepathic ability he still retains, manages to send them both into a deep sleep afterwards so that their bodies will flush out the remainder of the alien substance.
They’re the first to get through decontamination as a result, with the Doctor providing Pete with a set of suggested protocols for this type of situation, as well as recommending that the affected staff receiving a few days off to properly rest and restore themselves. Something the pair of them do as soon as they return to their flat with the aide of a double order of take out order picked up on the way back, several glasses of water, and a much needed shower.
A few weeks later when they’re giving the much edited and child safety coded version to share with Jackie and Tony at the family dinner, Rose almost chokes on her food when her mother innocently asked Pete if he’d be getting a sample for his own personal inquiry.
The Doctor refused to visit her parents for the next month as a result, claiming mental scaring long after Jackie insisted she’d only been joking.