fic : Out of the Woods
Title : Out of the Woods
Pairing : Nine/Rose
Genre : Smut
Rating : Adult
Word Count : 2000
Status : Complete
Summary : She sighed a little, brushed some of the dirt from her knees, pulled a twig from her hair and tried not to think about how fantastic it had been.
Out of the Woods
The Doctor and Rose made it back to the TARDIS, successfully avoiding more G'rethian soldiers by keeping to the woods. They'd seen a couple of trucks sure, but they'd been driving at speed back toward the explosions and the uprising; too busy to continue the search for 'a man in leather and female accomplice.' After all, there were men in high places who suddenly needed to make quick escapes now that they'd lost control of the planet.
Breathing a sigh of relief Rose closed the doors of the TARDIS, as the Doctor set about returning them to the time vortex, leaving the more than capable freedom fighters of Canthan to finish reclaiming their planet from the G'rethians. All in all, it had been a good day. Especially the latter part; unexpected hot sex while hiding from the patrols. Not to mention the 'up against a tree' shag that had followed shortly afterwards; when they'd found themselves unable to make a run for the TARDIS until a twenty-strong G'rethian foot patrol had passed.
They'd had to pass the time somehow, and the risk of getting caught had been a complete turn on -- for both of them. Without needing encouragement Rose had wrapped her legs around the Doctor's hips, holding on for dear life as he'd repeatedly pushed up into her, filling her, stretching her. She'd wanted to scream, but had known she couldn't, then the Doctor's clever fingers had swiftly brought her to her second glorious orgasm of the night. She'd expected the Doctor to come too but he hadn't; as soon as she was done he'd slid himself out from her and set her back down onto her feet again. Confused, she'd leant back against the tree, taken a steadying breath and watched him zip himself up. Even in the near dark of the woods she'd seen he was still hard, which only confused her more. But then he'd grabbed her hand, and they'd darted out into the clearing, running straight for the TARDIS.
Stepping away from the doors, Rose turned and cast a covert glance to the Doctor, only to find that he was busy checking one of the console screens as if nothing had happened between them. In fact if it wasn't for the Time Lord shaped ache between her legs, and that her knickers were still on Canthan, (the Doctor had been quite determined that he wanted them off,) Rose could almost believe that she'd imagined the whole thing.
She sighed a little, brushed some of the dirt from her knees, pulled a twig from her hair and tried not to think about how fantastic it had been. Because obviously, reading the signals -- or lack of them -- it had been a one off. Time Lord and stupid ape, never the twain, road to no-where and all that. Simple. She wasn't going to start getting ideas. The Doctor didn't do domestic. He'd told her so on several occasions. No, the sex had been down to adrenalin, and euphoria, and endorphins, and other words that were probably worth lots of points in scrabble. Yes he'd been hard and yes, okay, she'd been horny and that hadn't helped. But she wasn't stupid, she knew that one --two-- shags in the woods did not a commitment make. Besides, the Doctor didn't want a girlfriend, or any of the assorted baggage that came with one. And Yes, of course she wanted to jump his delectable nine hundred year old bones right here, right now, but she wasn't going to, damn it. Even if it killed her. Which it might. No, she was just going to chalk this one up to 'we saved the planet' sex, and walk away with her head held high -- straight into a cold shower.
She dusted down the front of her top, noting that she'd lost a button or two as well as her knickers. Adjusting her skirt she began walking up the ramp toward the console, the unfortunate state of her clothes praying on her mind. She found herself wondering how to explain away the grass stains to her mum, come next washday. In fact she was so engrossed in trying to think up a wild yet believable excuse, that she was taken by complete surprise when as she passed the Doctor he reached out, grabbed hold of her wrist and tugged her up close against him.
Unbalanced, Rose reached out with her free hand and clung to the Doctors shoulder, her fingers moving absentmindedly to stroke the leather of his jacket. Her lips parted, her eyes fluttered and her breath caught as she met his searching gaze.
"Going somewhere?"
She stared at him, swallowed. "Uh... no." She blinked. "Yes", she corrected quickly, tried not to think about broad shoulders and taut stomach muscles and... suchlike. "Shower," she said, a little too loudly and cringed at her complete failure to grasp the English language. She couldn't even string one sentence together while he was looking at her like that. She was almost monosyllabic for heaven sake.
He nodded, relaxed his hold on her wrist, but didn't let go. "You so keen to wash the smell of me off you?"
Her eyes grew a little wider. She licked her lips. "What?"
He leant in close. "You heard." There was an almost uncontrolled darkness in his voice, and it made her heart race. She could feel his breath on her throat as he spoke -- growled.
Rose took a breath, because apparently somewhere along the line she'd stopped doing that. "Doctor."
He let go of her wrist and Rose slid her hand up to rest at his shoulder as the Doctor settled one hand at her waist and the other at the small of Rose's back. He slipped his cool fingers under her top and stroked her uncovered skin as he tugged her closer still. He lowered his head and pressed a slow, searing kiss to her neck. Rose closed her eyes as more kisses brushed against her throat, her jaw, her cheek. She felt the Doctor's warm breath at her ear and heard the beginnings of dark whisperings, her eyes fluttered open again, and her hands held tighter still at his shoulders.
"You're drenched in my scent," he told her as he breathed her in. "It's everywhere I touched you, everywhere I kissed you." His eyes darkened from steel to quartz. "It's everywhere I made you mine." He turned her around so that she was in front of him, facing the console. Rose's breath caught as the Doctor's hands held her firm against him. She could feel how hard he was, and pleasure shot through her as she pushed back against him. He groaned as the desire and passion in is blood caught fire and he pulled Rose close into him.
"I can smell it all on you, the soil, the grass, even the mist from the woods. If I close my eyes I can picture just how it was. Every detail. It's like we're still there. It clings to your skin like a memory." His fingers slowly unbuttoned the front of Rose's shirt as he spoke; painting colours in her mind. He slipped her shirt over the curve of her shoulders, down her arms and off.
Rose bit her lip and shivered, not from cold but from the expectation of what was to come. The Doctor's hands came to cup her breasts for a second and she could not prevent a moan of pleasure, but she wanted more, so much more. She pushed back against him, felt the reassuring hardness of his obvious desire for her. Rose whimpered with want and need as he reverently unhooked her bra and slipped the white lace from the curve of her breasts. She held her breath waiting for his touch there, and when it came she almost cried out.
"Doctor, please." Her body was burning.
She felt his breath at her ear again. "Sex," he whispered softly. "You smell like sex. It's like expensive perfume." His hands abandoned her breasts. She heard the muffled sound of a zip dragged down and a slow sigh. "But there's more, so much more than that," he said. He breathed her in. "It's you," he said with satisfaction. "That's what I can smell."
"Me?" Her heart was pounding, her frustration growing. She wanted him inside her.
"You're aroused," he whispered. One of his hands moved to sit at her hip, his fingers digging into the softness of her flesh as he held her still. His other hand slipped under the thin fabric of her skirt. "Wet and slick with invitation." His fingers found her centre and seek out the part of her body that is screaming for his touch. "Have you any idea what you do to me, Rose?" He stroked her clitoris as he asked the question.
She bucked against his hand. "Doctor!"
He bit her neck softly, continued to stroke her. His breath was at her ear again, and his voice was as dark as a night sky without stars. "Bend over."
Rose swallowed, licked her lips. "What?"
He applied a gentle pressure to her shoulder. "Bend. Over."
She couldn't refuse him -- didn't want to. She leant over the console as he lifted her skirt up, bared her to his eyes. Her hands gripped the console as she felt him press his erection into her. She widened her stance as he slid deep inside her, filling her. She pushed back against him and heard him make a soft hiss of pleasure, so she did it again.
"Rose!" He pulled his hand away from where his fingers had been stroking a quickening rhythm against her, and he held her hips; held her still. He took a breath then pulled slowly out from her, almost entirely. She wanted him back inside her, wanted to push back onto him, but couldn't, and she mewed in protest, then gasped when he shoved himself back inside her without pleasantries and... it was so good. So damn good.
She knew that she was close, so close, and when his fingers rediscovered her clit she gasped and bucked. She closed her eyes and she could smell the soil and the grass and even the mist. It was just like it was in the woods, against the tree. The memory came alive and suddenly she remembered that she had a question burning inside of her, a question that couldn't wait, and if he didn't stop touching her right there she would...
"Whydidn'tyoucome?" It was one word, one breath.
His touch slowed, giving her time to think. There was a second of silence that felt as though it lasted a hundred years. "You mean before?"
"Yes." She nodded. "In the woods, against the tree, you didn't--"
"I wanted to make you scream." He pushed into her a little more forcefully. "The G'rethians would have heard you, so I had to wait." His fingers slipped back to her clit, stroking and rubbing at it. "I wanted to know if this was real." He pushed into her, leant over her back and grazed her shoulder with his teeth. "Is it real, Rose?"
"Yes."
"Then come for me," he whisperd. "Now."
Rose felt the last thread of her control snap as she cried out, coming for him, screaming for him. Fire ripped through her body and she burned like gold. The Doctor moved with her, matched her breath for breath, heart beat for heart beat, and her scream broke him, and as it did the fire consumed him too.
When it was over he turned her around, wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her with all the love he had for her. He drew back, held her face in his hands and mirrored her smile.
"Now, what was that about a shower?"
She laughed and nodded. "Better with two," she told him with a wicked smile, pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him.