fic : Heart Shaped (7/10)
Title : Heart Shaped (7/10)
Pairing : Nine/Rose
Genre : Romance/Smut/Humour
Rating : Adult
Word Count : 12871 (total)
Status : Complete
Summary : He lifted her arms above her head and held them there, looking down at her with eyes that raked over her body until her laughter faded, and all she could do was stare back into his face; wishing so hard that he would kiss her.
( Chapter One : Heart )
( Chapter Two : Doctor's Orders )
( Chapter Three : Cause and Effect )
( Chapter Four : Safe-ish Distance )
( Chapter Five : Mixed Signals )
( Chapter Six : By Any Other Name )
Chapter Seven: Birds, Bees and Bromide
Seconds ticked past as Rose nervously bit her bottom lip, aware that the Doctor was watching her mouth as if he couldn't bring himself to look away from it.
"So," she said eventually, trying to keep control of her 'far to pleased with herself' tone of voice. "I suppose this means that you don't fancy my mum then?"
The Doctor's eyes flashed to meet hers, stealing away her breath with one look. He moved closer, his lips lowering to graze her jaw line with threatened kisses.
"Don't even joke about it," he warned, his breath cool against her skin.
"Then.." Rose licked her suddenly dry lips, "Then what was all that about?"
"What was all what about?" the Doctor asked, only half listening, as he moved his body slightly, his hand gently cupping Rose's breast.
Rose bit back a squeak of pleasure. "You said Jackie," she reminded him.
The Doctor gave a groan of disappointment, Jackie's name having the desired effect -- again. He moved his hand to the safety of the floor. "I had to make you stop me somehow," he explained.
Rose stared at him in a contemplative silence then asked the question that was begging to be asked. "Why? I mean, it felt like you were enjoying it." She blushed a little. "Still does, as it happens."
The Doctor lifted himself off her slightly, albeit reluctantly. "I had to stop. There are some things you need to know."
Rose frowned a little. "Bird's an' bees stuff?" She grinned, enjoying herself far to much. "You're a bit late for that Doctor." She winked at him. "In fact, I bet I could teach you a thing or two."
The Doctor caught her flirty look. "Rose, don't," he warned.
"They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but I'm willing to give it a go," she continued.
He closed his eyes for a second, apparently ignoring her.
Rose waited and waited and waited some more, then got bored. "What are you doing?"
The Doctor opened his eyes and gave Rose an exasperated sigh. "I'm trying to picture your mother in skimpy bikini if you must know."
That earned him a slap. Not surprising really.
"I bloody knew it!" Rose shrieked, as she pushed the Doctor off her and scrambled across the floor and away from him, not stopping until she was on the other side of the room. "You do fancy her! She probably fancies you too. She never slaps anyone she doesn't like. It's like flirting with her! Oh God, it's been going on right under my nose all this time, hasn't it?"
She sat there, her back pressed firmly against the wall and stared at the Doctor, accusations flying like daggers from her eyes.
The Doctor groaned inwardly but remained where he was, half propped up on the floor, his eyes blazing with something he was trying to restrain.
"I don't fancy your mother," he said with conviction.
"So why were you thinking about her in a bikini?"
"Because the TARDIS kitchen is fresh out of bromide!"
Rose continued to glare at him. "Why should I believe you?" she asked, although she sounded as if she was starting to.
The Doctor gave a sigh. "It's your tattoo."
"What about it?"
The Doctor let out a slow breath. "We don't have a lot of time Rose, it's taking all my strength just to fight it for this long. I don't know how much longer I can..." He looked up. "I want you to tell me exactly what happened on Guilmalgorn."
Rose hesitated for a second then got to her feet. "You mean it's the tattoo that's making you act all... horny?" She couldn't help but sound a little disappointed.
The Doctor's eyes flashed with darkness and he stood up too, taking a few steps backwards, only stopping when his back was against the wall, a reasonable distance now between himself and Rose. "If you're not careful I'll prove it to you."
Rose blushed. "But you gave me that antidote thingy," she pointed out.
He growled. "Rose, tell me about Guilmalgorn, now."
"Fine!" Rose grumbled. "Whatever." She gave a clipped sigh and began "We were in the market and it was busy. You had wandered off to see a man about a... a..."
"A Hurakian mark 5 self adjusting containment enhancer."
"Yeah right, one of those." Rose said. "Did you get it by the way?"
The Doctor shook his head. "It was out of stock."
"Anyway," Rose continued breezily, "I was just browsing around the market when I saw this tent an'..."
"A tent!" The Doctor snorted. "Oh very hygienic, no wonder we're in this mess."
Rose's gaze narrowed. "You gonna shut up and let me tell you what happened?"
He waved a hand. "Go on. I can't wait." Despite his best efforts he found himself fixating over the fullness of her lips.
Rose pulled a face. "I've always wanted a tattoo, but there was no chance mum would ever have let me."
"Oh, I wonder why?" the Doctor muttered under his breath, his eyes sweeping up Rose's legs.
Rose ignored him. "So I asked if he could do a heart shaped one. Only, he didn't know what heart shaped was, so I drew it for him. Then... he said he was running a special offer an'..."
The Doctor's attention sharpened. "What kind of special offer?"
"Um... dunno exactly, it didn't make much sense. He said he could make the tattoo pretty for no extra charge."
"You're right, that makes no sense."
Rose suddenly realised her mistake. "No, hang on, he didn't say pretty -- he said attractive."
The Doctor groaned. "Now that makes sense."
"All I had to do was sign a disclaimer."
"A disclaimer?" the Doctor repeated in disbelief. "An' didn't that make you the teeniest bit suspicious?"
Rose suddenly found her feet to be of enormous importance and studied them earnestly. "No."
"Fantastic," he said sarcastically. "He made it attractive alright. He's laced it with insect pheromones. Sexual ones. G'rullian Venu moth pheromones as it happens, slightly altered to fit your bio chemistry."
Annoyed, Rose at last lifted her head and met the Doctor's gaze with a flash of defiance. "It can't be the tattoo," she said. "I had it done ages ago, an' you've only gone all predatory on me today."
The Doctor hesitated over his answer. "It must have been when I touched it. The pheromones were dormant until they were triggered by stimulation. They recognised a compatible mate."
"But you didn't touch it," Rose pointed out.
"Yeah I did." His gaze flickered somewhat as he tried not to stare at Rose's white lace bra.
"No you didn't." Rose shook her head. "You just sorta touched around it. So it can't be that."
The Doctor thought about it for a second. "Oh," he said heavily, then wished he'd been more careful with his tone of voice. His fingertips brushed the smooth wall he stood against and he tried not to wonder about the smoothness of Rose's skin.
"An' what does that mean?" Rose tilted her head as she waited for him to expand on his damning 'Oh'.
The Doctor considered the mess he'd got himself into as he pressed his back against the wall. Rose was right, in a way. He hadn't touched the tattoo, at least not while she'd been conscious. It had only been when he'd carried her through to her room that he'd stupidly let his fingers do the walking, and that had been when (pardon the pun) more than just his curiosity had been aroused.
He met her gaze and seeing a bullet with his name on it shinning in her eyes, he decided to dodge it, after all, there was no point in wasting a regeneration. "Must have been when you fainted. I must have touched it then."
"Oh." Rose looked at the floor for a second. That seemed plausible. She returned her gaze to his, not prepared for the intensity of desire she saw flickering in the depths of his eyes.
They watched each other in a tense silence, far to long for comfort, until Rose realised that their state of undress was not helping matters.
"Um..." She eyed her t-shirt on the other side of the room. "Don't you think we should put our clothes back on since this..." her eyes strayed momentarily toward the Doctor's bed, "Since this isn't happening?"
The Doctor moved away from the wall, his hands pulling loose his belt and throwing it to the bed as he advanced.
"Oh, this is happening Rose. Wasn't I clear on that?"
Chapter Eight
Pairing : Nine/Rose
Genre : Romance/Smut/Humour
Rating : Adult
Word Count : 12871 (total)
Status : Complete
Summary : He lifted her arms above her head and held them there, looking down at her with eyes that raked over her body until her laughter faded, and all she could do was stare back into his face; wishing so hard that he would kiss her.
( Chapter One : Heart )
( Chapter Two : Doctor's Orders )
( Chapter Three : Cause and Effect )
( Chapter Four : Safe-ish Distance )
( Chapter Five : Mixed Signals )
( Chapter Six : By Any Other Name )
Chapter Seven: Birds, Bees and Bromide
Seconds ticked past as Rose nervously bit her bottom lip, aware that the Doctor was watching her mouth as if he couldn't bring himself to look away from it.
"So," she said eventually, trying to keep control of her 'far to pleased with herself' tone of voice. "I suppose this means that you don't fancy my mum then?"
The Doctor's eyes flashed to meet hers, stealing away her breath with one look. He moved closer, his lips lowering to graze her jaw line with threatened kisses.
"Don't even joke about it," he warned, his breath cool against her skin.
"Then.." Rose licked her suddenly dry lips, "Then what was all that about?"
"What was all what about?" the Doctor asked, only half listening, as he moved his body slightly, his hand gently cupping Rose's breast.
Rose bit back a squeak of pleasure. "You said Jackie," she reminded him.
The Doctor gave a groan of disappointment, Jackie's name having the desired effect -- again. He moved his hand to the safety of the floor. "I had to make you stop me somehow," he explained.
Rose stared at him in a contemplative silence then asked the question that was begging to be asked. "Why? I mean, it felt like you were enjoying it." She blushed a little. "Still does, as it happens."
The Doctor lifted himself off her slightly, albeit reluctantly. "I had to stop. There are some things you need to know."
Rose frowned a little. "Bird's an' bees stuff?" She grinned, enjoying herself far to much. "You're a bit late for that Doctor." She winked at him. "In fact, I bet I could teach you a thing or two."
The Doctor caught her flirty look. "Rose, don't," he warned.
"They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but I'm willing to give it a go," she continued.
He closed his eyes for a second, apparently ignoring her.
Rose waited and waited and waited some more, then got bored. "What are you doing?"
The Doctor opened his eyes and gave Rose an exasperated sigh. "I'm trying to picture your mother in skimpy bikini if you must know."
That earned him a slap. Not surprising really.
"I bloody knew it!" Rose shrieked, as she pushed the Doctor off her and scrambled across the floor and away from him, not stopping until she was on the other side of the room. "You do fancy her! She probably fancies you too. She never slaps anyone she doesn't like. It's like flirting with her! Oh God, it's been going on right under my nose all this time, hasn't it?"
She sat there, her back pressed firmly against the wall and stared at the Doctor, accusations flying like daggers from her eyes.
The Doctor groaned inwardly but remained where he was, half propped up on the floor, his eyes blazing with something he was trying to restrain.
"I don't fancy your mother," he said with conviction.
"So why were you thinking about her in a bikini?"
"Because the TARDIS kitchen is fresh out of bromide!"
Rose continued to glare at him. "Why should I believe you?" she asked, although she sounded as if she was starting to.
The Doctor gave a sigh. "It's your tattoo."
"What about it?"
The Doctor let out a slow breath. "We don't have a lot of time Rose, it's taking all my strength just to fight it for this long. I don't know how much longer I can..." He looked up. "I want you to tell me exactly what happened on Guilmalgorn."
Rose hesitated for a second then got to her feet. "You mean it's the tattoo that's making you act all... horny?" She couldn't help but sound a little disappointed.
The Doctor's eyes flashed with darkness and he stood up too, taking a few steps backwards, only stopping when his back was against the wall, a reasonable distance now between himself and Rose. "If you're not careful I'll prove it to you."
Rose blushed. "But you gave me that antidote thingy," she pointed out.
He growled. "Rose, tell me about Guilmalgorn, now."
"Fine!" Rose grumbled. "Whatever." She gave a clipped sigh and began "We were in the market and it was busy. You had wandered off to see a man about a... a..."
"A Hurakian mark 5 self adjusting containment enhancer."
"Yeah right, one of those." Rose said. "Did you get it by the way?"
The Doctor shook his head. "It was out of stock."
"Anyway," Rose continued breezily, "I was just browsing around the market when I saw this tent an'..."
"A tent!" The Doctor snorted. "Oh very hygienic, no wonder we're in this mess."
Rose's gaze narrowed. "You gonna shut up and let me tell you what happened?"
He waved a hand. "Go on. I can't wait." Despite his best efforts he found himself fixating over the fullness of her lips.
Rose pulled a face. "I've always wanted a tattoo, but there was no chance mum would ever have let me."
"Oh, I wonder why?" the Doctor muttered under his breath, his eyes sweeping up Rose's legs.
Rose ignored him. "So I asked if he could do a heart shaped one. Only, he didn't know what heart shaped was, so I drew it for him. Then... he said he was running a special offer an'..."
The Doctor's attention sharpened. "What kind of special offer?"
"Um... dunno exactly, it didn't make much sense. He said he could make the tattoo pretty for no extra charge."
"You're right, that makes no sense."
Rose suddenly realised her mistake. "No, hang on, he didn't say pretty -- he said attractive."
The Doctor groaned. "Now that makes sense."
"All I had to do was sign a disclaimer."
"A disclaimer?" the Doctor repeated in disbelief. "An' didn't that make you the teeniest bit suspicious?"
Rose suddenly found her feet to be of enormous importance and studied them earnestly. "No."
"Fantastic," he said sarcastically. "He made it attractive alright. He's laced it with insect pheromones. Sexual ones. G'rullian Venu moth pheromones as it happens, slightly altered to fit your bio chemistry."
Annoyed, Rose at last lifted her head and met the Doctor's gaze with a flash of defiance. "It can't be the tattoo," she said. "I had it done ages ago, an' you've only gone all predatory on me today."
The Doctor hesitated over his answer. "It must have been when I touched it. The pheromones were dormant until they were triggered by stimulation. They recognised a compatible mate."
"But you didn't touch it," Rose pointed out.
"Yeah I did." His gaze flickered somewhat as he tried not to stare at Rose's white lace bra.
"No you didn't." Rose shook her head. "You just sorta touched around it. So it can't be that."
The Doctor thought about it for a second. "Oh," he said heavily, then wished he'd been more careful with his tone of voice. His fingertips brushed the smooth wall he stood against and he tried not to wonder about the smoothness of Rose's skin.
"An' what does that mean?" Rose tilted her head as she waited for him to expand on his damning 'Oh'.
The Doctor considered the mess he'd got himself into as he pressed his back against the wall. Rose was right, in a way. He hadn't touched the tattoo, at least not while she'd been conscious. It had only been when he'd carried her through to her room that he'd stupidly let his fingers do the walking, and that had been when (pardon the pun) more than just his curiosity had been aroused.
He met her gaze and seeing a bullet with his name on it shinning in her eyes, he decided to dodge it, after all, there was no point in wasting a regeneration. "Must have been when you fainted. I must have touched it then."
"Oh." Rose looked at the floor for a second. That seemed plausible. She returned her gaze to his, not prepared for the intensity of desire she saw flickering in the depths of his eyes.
They watched each other in a tense silence, far to long for comfort, until Rose realised that their state of undress was not helping matters.
"Um..." She eyed her t-shirt on the other side of the room. "Don't you think we should put our clothes back on since this..." her eyes strayed momentarily toward the Doctor's bed, "Since this isn't happening?"
The Doctor moved away from the wall, his hands pulling loose his belt and throwing it to the bed as he advanced.
"Oh, this is happening Rose. Wasn't I clear on that?"
Chapter Eight