Meme of Commentary: Response the First

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catyuy asked for something written three years ago! Let's see what I remember from it. Also, sign-up for one yourself! With only one response so far, I'm feeling a bit put out with everyone but the one person who responded!

The original version can be found here.

Chapter 22: The Idiot’s Lantern

They mingled and ate with the crowd for a long while, just soaking up the history. It was times like this Rose truly loved what they did. It wasn’t just the running and the fighting, it was the people celebrating afterwards that she loved most.

“Care for a spin, Mrs. Connally?” The Doctor offered her his hand, face beaming.

“It’s Rita and I’d love to.” Rose smiled and sat to watch. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Tommy had returned.

“Dance?”

“Yes, please.” Tommy was incredibly light on his feet. Almost as good as the Doctor. She laughed as he pulled her up from a complicated move.

See, I think the Doctor and Rose (especially the Doctor) didn't stick around for the clean-ups but loved to stay for parties. Plus, the Doctor wasn't going to waste this hair.

The Doctor looked over at this. His smile grew. This was what made everything worthwhile. His Rose safe and happy and with him. Of course, watching her laugh with another man, well, boy, in this case, didn’t exactly please him. If he were a better man, he’d be over his jealousy by now. He showed it a lot less since he regenerated, that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Though he had a feeling Tommy Connally wasn’t after anything malicious. He felt an arm on his sleeve.

He was still jealous this time around. He wouldn't have kept knocking Mickey otherwise.

“Right then, young man, time to learn how it’s really done.”

We never saw much of the grandmother. I'd like to think she was a feisty thing who used her old age as an excuse for groping young (well, you know what I mean when I say 'young') men. Rose wouldn't mind this one at all.

“You show ‘im Gran!” Tommy yelled. Rose laughed as the Doctor was man-handled and enjoyed it. She felt a tug on her skirt. She looked down and saw a small boy, about four years-old, looking at her expectantly. She knelt down to him.

“Hello, sweetheart, and what’s your name?”

“Gavin, miss.”

“Well Gavin, I’m Rose. What can I do for you?”

“I want to dance but all the girls say I’m too little.”

“Well you’re not too little for me. Come here.” She picked him up spun him around. His joy was infectious. The music slowed slightly and she proceeded to rock him. She could tell he was getting sleepy, he was becoming dead weight. The song changed again.

The Doctor made his way over and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Who’s this then?”

He yawned and wrapped his little arms around Rose’s neck. “I’m Gavin and this is Rose, my girlfriend,” he said sleepily.

“Ah mate, I’m sorry but she’s already spoken for.” Their eyes met and she looked away, the pleased smile impossible to hide. He took Gavin from her. “Rita? Can you find who he belongs to?”

“Not a problem, Doctor.”

Come on! How can one resist a little boy who just wants to dance? Though, the Doctor should be concerned as adorable little boys are known to steal one's heart away. That's why he staked his claim on Rose when he did. Otherwise Gavin really would have had Rose as his girlfriend. *nods* Of course, I now wonder what Gavin would be like today. He'd be older than Jackie to be sure. Maybe he dated Jackie! Because he'd still have a thing for blondes with big smiles. Something to ponder. Especially because I believe, in fan faction, one should stay away from OC's as much as possible. That's why all of mine pretty much have cameos.

He pulled Rose tightly to him. “Mine, I believe.”

“Yes.” They both knew they were not talking about the dance. They swayed together even after the music became more upbeat.

“Come with me.” He took her hand and led her a bit further down the street. He walked them behind one of the brick dividing walls off the sidewalk. They were close enough to get the light and sound from the festivities but far enough away for privacy. They sat and linked hands again. “You okay?”

“Yeah. It was strange again. I could feel my body but couldn’t do anything with it. You were near me at one point weren’t you?”

“Yep. Well, I saw your body at the warehouse. That’s what put me into overdrive. Then I saw you calling me at the shop.”

“I could feel you. It was brief, but I know you were there.”

“I couldn’t stay there and see you like that. I couldn’t stand see you like that. I was going to help no matter what, but between you being like that and seeing you call for me on the telly, nothing was stopping me.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Should I be worried about that Gavin bloke?”

See? He's jealous. Of a four-year old. But still. This is the guy jealous of cat in the near future.

“I don’t know. He was pretty irresistible.”

“So am I.”

“Says you.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

“I’m not making your head any bigger.”

“Well, it does have to hold my massive brain.” They laughed. He picked at her skirt, lifting it. “Are you wearing tights or stocking?”

His ego, though, is always healthy. Some things are universal constants.

“Stockings, why?”

“I like this crinkly business. Stand up and spin for me.” She did. “You know, it’s so poofy, one could say, go under your skirt and not be seen.”

Her eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, but I would.” He pulled her forward and put his head under the layers. He shifted so he was at a good level. He slowly removed her knickers and helped her step out of them. With the lack of any other option, he put them in his inner jacket pocket. He stroked her legs, paying special attention to the insides of her thighs.

This whole scene came about because I knew in Chapter 24 I wanted him to have a pair of her panties in his coat pocket. I had to get them there somehow! This smut was clearly for continuity purposes. And it happened to inspire a a picture!

She realised why he brought her to this spot. “You planned this, didn’t you?” She heard a muffled sound she took as agreement. If anyone looked their way, all they would see was her leaning on the divider. They wouldn’t have a clue what was happening below unless she let on. It briefly flitted across her mind to wonder if all his incarnations were this kinky. That and any other thought left her when she felt him lick her in just the right spot.

Yeah, this was really the inspiration for the whole chapter. The Doctor would, scientifically of course, think about the skirt and its possibilities with varying undergarments. At this point in the story, I've made it very clear they have a sexual relationship. And it's my belief that while Nine was a fantastic lover, Ten would play in bed. Or in this case, out of it. And he'd get a bit turned on by the public aspect of it and of making Rose lose control without showing it. Because he's like that.

Not only was he good at this, he seemed to enjoy it. She had no complaints. He knew just what she liked him to do with his mouth and hands.

She had just braced herself when Rita and her mother waved. She feebly waved back “You alright dear?”

“I’m f-i-i-ne. Just needed to rest a bit. Lo-o-ong day and all. Be b-a-a-ck in a bit.” They looked at her strangely but let her be. She felt him laugh against her. If he wasn’t making her feel so delectable, she would have hit him. A few moments later she bucked and moaned loudly. She was glad no one was close. He freed himself from he skirts with a self-satisfied smile. He pulled her down and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue and she loved it.

He let her catch her breath. “We should go back. Make a bit of an appearance before I let you do things to me.” She rolled her eyes and they walked back hand in hand. They ate some more and danced some more. They gave each other a look and knew it was time to go. They said their good-byes, Rose kissing Gavin on his cheek. He blushed and ran behind his mum. They both hugged the Connallys and they set off for the TARDIS.

She whispered in his ear, “Take me home, Time Lord.” He groaned and held her hand tighter.

“I’m going to do more than that.” She giggled and they walked a bit faster.

“Gee, I wonder what those two are going to be up to.”

“Tommy!”

“What Mum? You were thinking it to!”

“You still don’t have to say it out loud!”

“I think it’s lovely to see a couple so much in love and expressing it.”

“Mother, not you too!”

“Oh Rita. You must admit, they were very nice.”

“I suppose so. I hope they will be very happy together.”

“I think they will be. It will take something very large to tear them apart.”

FORESHADOWING! Also, who else would like to see the locals debrief after the Doctor leaves? Especially in season 2, with Rose. I'm sure this would be one of the more polite conversations had. And now, the porn.

They actually made it as far as the console before attacking each other. Hands, lips and tongues were everywhere. He shrugged out of his coat and tossed it away. Between kisses and gropes, he managed to set them off into the Vortex.

He spoke distractedly as she was quite possibly on her way to giving him a hickey. “Right, if we don’t go that way now, we most likely will not make it to bed.”

She looked around with a keen eye. “Wouldn’t be so bad.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Well, this is romantic. With the grand sweeping gesture and all.”

“You know, I think you’re beginning to talk as much as I do.”

“Can’t have that.” She smacked his bum. He returned in kind.

“No, we can’t.” He made it to the door of their room and set her right. She pulled him into a kiss as he backed them in. He took off her jacket and moved his hands to her hair. He stopped.

“What?”

“You women. You do these complicated things with your hair that look nice but at a key moment, all we want to do is run our fingers through it. It’s true of just about any species with the capability.”

“Primates do groom each other.”

“So you see my point. Down it comes.” They worked together to undo her hair. She helped him out of his suit jacket and tie, and then went to work on his shirt. She moved to his trousers and he stepped back. He sat on the edge of the mattress and took off his trainers. “I know what’s on, or not, below the waist. Let’s see above.”

“Help me?” She walked over to him and turned around. He unzipped her and watched her step out. She was left in a strapless bra, petticoats, stockings and shoes.

He pulled her between his legs and traced his hands over her torso. “You know in the whole of the universe, one of the most intriguing inventions is the bra. Especially the strapless variety.” He turned her to face him and moulded his hands to her breasts. “It’s just remarkable, against the laws of gravity, they hold up these amazingly beautiful mounds of flesh.” He looked up at her. “Another thing true to all upright male species, we’re fascinated by these.” He started massaging them. She moaned and balanced herself on his shoulders. He reached back and unhooked the bra and flung it away. He went back to touching them.

“I mean they are captivating. They come in all sizes and shapes. They provide food. They provide fun.” He lightly pinched her nipples. “This bit can tell you when a girl is excited or cold or both. They also come in different sizes, colours too. Some blokes like them small, some big. Some want a pair for themselves. Personally, I think these are perfect. They are just right for my hands.” He squeezed them. “And mouth.” His lips surrounded one and sucked. “And most importantly, they’re yours.”

Of course the Doctor would turn a history/science lesson in to foreplay. Rose is used to by now.

“Smooth talker.”

“Aren’t I just.” She held his head to her as he went back to suck and bite one. He pulled away, satisfied to see a mark already forming. He traced it with his fingers. “Another bonus, I get to mark my territory.”

“Good thing no one else gets to see them then.” Her fingers followed his.

“Good thing indeed.” He moved to her waist and slid down her underskirts. She moved to take off a stocking when he stopped her. “Leave them and the shoes.”

“Another universal truth?”

He blushed and rubbed his neck. “It’s a me truth. I’ve been swimming in ideas since I’ve seen you in those. I have a thing.”

I don't know why I gave him a stockings and heels fetish, but I did. It seems to suit him. Ten, not all Doctors. No, I think each one had different kinks.

“To be honest, I have one too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.” She went to his jacket and took something out. She walked back to him and put his glasses on his face. “Keep them on.”

I, like I'm sure may other writers do, self-project certain things. This is one of those things. And I know for sure I'm not the only one!

“Really?”

“Yeah. You don’t mind?”

He gave her a face splitting grin. “Not at all. You should have told me before now.” She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her legs around him. They rocked together as they kissed. She reached between them and freed him from his trousers. They both sighed heavily as she lowered herself onto him. The rocking became more intense. He leaned her back so that her head almost touched the floor. He ran a hand over her front. “You are fantastic.”

She rose back up, flushed. “So are you.” He flipped her over. She used her heels to help push his trousers down. He paused long enough to kick them and his socks off. They repositioned to be properly on the bed. He slid easily back into her. They met each other thrust for thrust. Her legs went around his waist again.

“How flexible are you?”

“Was a gymnast awhile back.”

If your going to mention that the heroine was a former gymnast, you're going to have to put in the stretchy possibilities. This is just common sense right here. You know it's been in the back of the Doctor's mind since she mentioned all the way back when.

“That’s right.” He grabbed one of the stocking covered appendages. He pulled out of her and lovingly caressed the leg. “Fishnets as clothing, brilliant.” He kissed her calf and put her ankle to his shoulder. He pushed back in. “Oh yes.”

“Absolutely. That’s a bit of alright.” He thrust harder. “Okay, more than alright.” He held her leg in place with one hand and laced their fingers together with the other. She bit her lip as an attempt to keep quiet. He noticed.

“Don’t hold back, never hold back with me.” She moaned. “Let it all out.” She let out a short scream. He put her leg back down and rolled them. She gave a series of lovely grunts and she rode him hard. “Do it Rose. Come for me. Out loud.” She started to clench and spasm around him. He used his free hand to help her along. “That’s it. Come on.” She let out a loud shout and shuttered. He let go with one last thrust.

She collapsed onto him and turned liquid. “Mmm.” He stroked her hair.

“I concur.” He felt himself go limp inside her but made no attempt to remove himself. She moved enough to put her legs inside his as she kicked off her shoes. “So, why the specs?”

“Dunno. They just do it for me. If it makes a difference, it’s a recent development.”

“How recent?”

“Since Christmas.”

“Who knew old age could come in so handy. We should get ourselves under the covers.” They regrettably separated and did just that. She immediately put herself back between his legs. She propped her head on her hands. “What?”

“It’s silly.”

“Tell me.”

“I just like looking at you.”

He smiled. “Me too.” He put his arms under his head and looked down at her. “Staring contest?”

“Alright. Rules?”

“First to look away. Cannot use hands or arms. Other body parts are acceptable. As are looks and words. Eyes can not close or cross for more than three seconds. Fair?”

“You’re on.” They started out simply with smiles and crossed eyes. They went very mature and stuck out their tongues. They told each other jokes and stories. After an hour, Rose got a glint in her eye that concerned the Doctor. She lifted her head, careful not to push off with her hand. Keeping her eyes squarely on him, she dipped her head slightly and licked his chest.

See above: Playing in bed. Not just a sexual thing.

“Careful.”

“Very.” She took one still stocking-clad foot and slowly dragged it up his leg. She felt a part of him stir. “Unfair, you’ve got an extra appendage.”

And the Doctor would find a way to cheat.

“Concede?”

“Never.”

“Then the game continues.” He shifted his hips back and forth. She did the same. “You think you’ve won this, don’t you?”

“Could be.” He puckered his lips and kissed the air in her direction. She threw her head back and laughed.

“I win.”

And would find a clever way to victory.

Her face was priceless, mouth hanging open, nose crinkled. “That’s, that’s just not right.”

Rose would not be impressed. Especially since you know he'd gloat.

“I won. Fair and square. Now then, what is my prize for winning? How about you do all the cleaning for a week.”

“That’s it? Fine.”

“Naked. Wherever I say. Under my complete supervision.”

There are different forms of gloating.

“You’re a dirty old man, you are.”

And Rose would call him on it.

“And you like it.”

Of course, he'd do the same to her.

She sighed. “Suppose I do.”

And there you have it! I do hope you enjoyed this trip down memory lane!