Pressure
Title: Pressure(1/1)
Author: othermewriter
Rating: Adult
Characters: 8/Rose, 10
A/N: Caused by Tenzo prompt "Firm pressure on the waist and abdomen excites many women." Set before the first destruction of Gallifrey as well as the events that cause him to have to travel with Compassion, in a window of time where he is traveling alone.
This will eventually make its way into my Moving Forward universe but for now it is a stand-alone. Hopefully I have done 8 justice here and I blame his appearance almost completely on the beautiful 8/Rose fic by jeprdyfrndly that can be found here http://jeprdyfrndly.livejournal.com/1912.html if you haven't read it, do so you will be happy you did.
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I watch him from across the room knowing what he is going to face and it breaks my heart. My poor beautiful Doctor, it took him forever before he could talk to me of his past selves, and even longer before he admitted that he had met me many years before that first time in the basement. It is why we are here in 63rd century at the biggest party of the previous two centuries, for tonight will be the first time I will meet and make love to him in his time line.
I look over to the Doctor I came in with and he gives me an encouraging nod. Tall and thin like his younger self but clad in his usual brown suit instead of velvet. His eyes are so filled with sadness I almost turn back, only to see the small shake of his head. We both know to do so would be to risk a paradox, so I turn to the one in velvet who has a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he flirts with a young woman wearing a revealing bit of nothing much. In this he hasn’t changed, always flirting, even when he was in his ninth body he understood the power of his ability to charm.
As he looks my way, I give him my biggest smile and completely ignore the other woman as I move to his side making it clear she isn't welcome. “Good evening Doctor.” For an instant, I catch his look of surprise that I know his name and I reach for his hand. In doing so I realize this too hasn’t changed, even though both our hands have, they still fit together perfectly. He looks down at our interlaced fingers almost in astonishment at the realization.
“Yes, I do believe it will be a good evening.” is his reply, which he accompanies with a brilliant smile that I had forgotten was as easily as dazzling as that of his elder selves.
“Will you Dance with me?” I ask as I slip into his personal space, as I do so frequently.
The look he gives me is penetrating, and I gently caress the side of his face with my free left hand and I watch as his eyes close at my touch. As he opens his eyes it is my turn to be surprised as he replies “Yes, Rose I believe I will dance with you.” and some how I know he is speaking of both meanings of our metaphor.
His smile is mischievous, as he knows he has ‘guessed’ correctly. At that, I remember him remarking once that he was more precognitive in his eighth form, and I have a feeling that will be in my favor tonight. I return his smile pleased that he has gleaned this piece of information just with our touching.
With that, he leads me out on to the elaborately decorated ballroom floor. The music is as warm and sensual as the atmosphere and I am pleased he doesn't hesitate to draw me in close and I can't resist laying my cheek on his velvet clad shoulder relishing it’s softness so different then that of my other Doctors.
His one hand is steady between my shoulder blades, though I am a bit surprised as the other roams. He slides his hand down the edge of my short backless dress following it down until he reaches the curve and continues down from there to cup my bottom.
Looking up I see his questioning look asking if this is all right and I nod and snuggle in closer, at which he moves his hands sensuously up to my waist pulling me more firmly into his body as if knowing exactly how much his possessive grip excites me. Even so I am still surprised at the small needy sounding whimper that escapes me as his body moves against mine in a Tango like dance that is somehow even more intimate then the Earth version with which I am more familiar. I smile as I think of how at one time I questioned his ability to dance.
As the actions of the dance become even more daring, I suddenly am glad that the social mores of this time are very liberal regarding public sex in adults only environments, otherwise we would be at a serious risk of arrest. Our hands and bodies move in sync and I feel the strong muscles of his back as he swings me around in a fluid motion only to pull me in hard to his body, tight enough that I can easily feel our hearts thrum in time to both the music and each other. Soon though all thoughts other then his body moving against mine disappear, consumed by the tantalizing feel of his hands sliding across the ultra thin fabric of my dress to exposed skin and back. It comes as only a tiny surprise when he dips me back and kisses me breathless.
As we separate I know this specific dance has ended as couples are drifting from the floor and I realize how much I am anxiously awaiting a much more intimate dance. His hands never leave my waist as he leans in and whispers in my ear, "Shall we move to somewhere a bit more private?"
I quickly nod my agreement and as we reach the edge of the dance floor, he quietly asks "Your TARDIS or mine?"
From anyone else that would sound incredibly cheesy but from him it is the embodiment of sexy and I am unable to suppress the shiver that runs through me.
"Yours, wouldn't be good for you to know too much about your future." At this, I am graced with a truly gorgeous smile.
As I understand I just passed a test I hadn't realized I was taking, I have to comment. "Good to know some things never change"
"Oh, I suspect you know quite a few things about me that change."
I smile in agreement and as I place my tongue in the corner of my mouth, I see a brief flash of desire cross his face and I know that some things about him never change which causes me to smile even more. “And I can't wait to see the additional details."
As we emerge from the hall into the pleasantly cool air I find it amusing that on either side of the large wide hedge in front of us are matching blue police boxes. I hadn’t realized when the Doctor and I had entered earlier how close we had parked to Verity’s younger self, a thing in of itself odd considering my relationship with Verity. A question for another time and a different Doctor as to why this might have happened as Verity is providing me no explanations.
I am distracted from my musings by my velvet clad Doctor looking at me with a tender smile. “I suspected as much. Shall we?” he says gently guiding me to the TARDIS on the left. I realize that his hand has never left my side as he slowly pulls me in a bit closer to him with a gentle pressure on my waist that causes me to shiver. He kisses me again, this time his kiss is almost chaste in direct counterpoint to the more toe curling one he gave me on the dance floor.
Within moments of his releasing me, we are at the door and entering a TARDIS interior the like I have never seen before. I stand for a moment stunned at the beauty of this interior, wood paneling everywhere, and sleek cathedral like beauty, that is far different from the coral interior that is in the center of my home.
“Verity this is beautiful!” I proclaim and her response is a pleased hum. Even though I remember the time when the interior was like this from Verity's memories, it's a far different perspective standing here. I notice things that I know my human eyes would never have seen and a score of details Verity had forgotten.
A moment later, the Doctor is behind me long pianist’s fingers stroking down my arms sending shivers through me. His words are quiet in my ear, “I knew you were very special. It’s not just anyone will she tell her name to, or even for that matter show herself to be more then what most assume her, yet it is obvious, you she not just likes, but loves.
I smile as I think of the relationship I have with her future self. Turning in his arms to face him, I state with all the love I hold for him. “But you my dear Doctor she adores, and Verity's name is not the only one I know.” With those words, I lean in and quietly whisper his birth name in his ear and lean back to see the shock I know will be written on his face.
I am not disappointed as I see the look of total amazement on his face. "You... how... why..."
Instead of letting him draw his own conclusions as to the reasons, I explain to him what his rational mind will catch up to once the shock wears off.
"Yes me, and yes we have been that close. As to why, for the same reason you were given that name; love. I love you, and I always have and always will and I need you to know that to the very core of your being.” Gently I cup the side of his face with my hands. "Doctor the days to come will hold many things that will make you question yourself, question, but do not doubt that you will make the right decisions, even though some of them will be very hard. Initially I will be your companion but we are so much more and you need to hold on to that knowledge."
With that I reach out to his Verity, and smile at her complete surprise at the feel of our mental touch, for she is a part of us and I will always be thankful to her for bringing this Doctor through the dark days ahead of him.
A brief moment later, I feel her respond to my silent request to bring the Doctor's current bedroom to a door just off the console room.
"Tonight Doctor, I am going to show you a small bit of what you have to look forward to in your future." with that I take his hand and lead him from the entrance deeper into the interior. The first door to the right is his bedroom and surprise is written across his face at this development.
"Full of surprises you are, unusual enough finding a Time Lady on Earth but one that knows a future version of me as well as you obviously do, you are an impossible marvel."
"Oh you don't know a fraction of how impossible we are, you and I." giving him my most mysterious grin, "but we must leave some things for your future self to discover. For now though...” with that I step in close and claim his lips. Bracing my self for what I am about to do, I rub down the front of his trousers. As he opens his lips in surprise at my unexpected intimate touch, I dart my tongue in and rapidly stroke the length of the roof of his mouth. The huge quantity of pheromones I deposit there in the process causes him jerk back in surprise going rigid in more ways then one, as they surge into his blood stream causing him an intense blast of pleasure and set his body to trembling.
His hands clamp down tightly about my arms holding me at arms distance in an effort to steady him self and giving me a perfect vantage to see the effect it has on his eyes. Something I never tire of seeing is the way they shift from their normal color to the ultra intense and oh so beautiful blue with gold flecks they turn when he is aroused.
For long moments he stares at me in shock and I quietly state "Thete?" A bit concerned at his stillness, and I fear that I have moved things along too quickly. My tongue though is tingling in reaction to his pheromones. The sweet smell of honey and cinnamon is inundating my senses making it clear the desire I have sparked and wish he would kiss me again.
His eyes seek out mine with such intensity I suddenly feel awkward, and a moment later though I feel the touch of his mind 'Rose?'
'Yes?' is my hesitant reply and with that, he crushes me to him and I feel a wave of confused gratitude wash over me.
As he holds me I realize again how exquisitely lonely he has been for so much of the time he has been out traveling the universe. The loneliness of my first doctor was nothing new for him, in spite of his companions; it was just far more acute because of the loss of the other Gallifreyans. As I feel his hands loosen a bit, I lean back and caress his cheek with the backs of my fingers and as they near his mouth he turns his head and kisses them.
The affect my husband’s pheromones have on me has diminished somewhat over time and with frequent exposure, but the effect mine have on this younger him are truly spectacular and he is broadcasting his physical reactions loudly, which more then makes up for any decrease.
Not since I first made love to him as a Time Lady have I felt myself reacting with him this strongly. His withdrawal from Time Lord Society had insured that contact of this nature was rare, and in result all the more powerfully stimulating and I intend to see he gets the maximum pleasure I can give to help tide him through the dark days ahead.
“When?” is his quiet question, and I know he is asking when he must part with me so I can go back to his future.
“Tomorrow.” I reply equally quietly and watch as he gives a small sad nod. With that, he pulls me into another embrace but this time it is obvious with an intention to seduce. As our lips meet, I feel the tingling of my mine increase as he caresses them with the tip of his tongue. My fingers find their way to his silky hair, in every way equally nice as my current Doctor’s, even as I feel his hand on my neck teasing that sensitive area with his fingertips.
As his tongue makes it first foray into my mouth I begin to tremble in reaction to the pleasure that is mounting by the moment as his pheromones react to the receptors in my mouth. I know he is deliberately teasing as he carefully explores insuring he doesn’t touch its roof. I love the feel of velvet beneath my other hand as I reach to stabilize myself. A bit of a shame his trading this in for leather but understandable. I understand now his snarky quips about the pretty boys, as both this incarnation and the one I currently travel with are more then just a little pretty.
As he swipes his tongue up the roof of my mouth, fiery pleasure jolts through my system refocusing me immediately. I hear us both whimper in reaction as suddenly I am clutching him for dear life as the response causes my head to spin.
‘Maybe we should move this to the bed?’ is his intimate suggestion, and I readily agree, hardly noticing more then the large four-poster canopy bed, which is our destination; far different then the austere, hardly used quarters of my first Doctor.
As we reach the bed, I pull back enough to get a proper view and I love what I see. Tall and lithe like my second Doctor, with long curly silk for hair that brushes his shoulders and the strong features of my first Doctor. Always did think they wouldn’t have been quite so prominent if he had just grown out his hair. Then there is the truly elegant velvet suit with cravat and I just have to stroke down his lapels to enjoy the sheer decadent feeling of the material. I begin to work first on his cravat carefully reattaching the pin to a single piece of the tie to insure no mischief comes from its wandering and watch as he follows every motion of my hands.
Next is his velvet suit jacket and I slowly slide it from his shoulders. I really will need to get him to put it on some time just for old time’s sake. We have had some delightful fun when we have played dress-up with some of his other outfits. Then again, maybe I will put it on and let him take it off me. I can’t help but smile as I think of some of the things we have done with that glorious scarf of his. As I hear a sexy chuckle, I realize I have been projecting.
‘Did you really do that with my scarf?’ is his not so subtle indicator that I am right and he has been listening to my mental rambling.
“It’s your fault you know.”
“Oh is it now?” he says with an amused expression.
“Absolutely, you babble all the time.”
“A talker this time around then?” and I can see the spark of mischief in those words. “So what do I talk to you about my beautiful Rose?” Gently he guides me to turn my back to him. “Do I tell you how stunning you are?” He asks as he pulls aside my hair kissing my neck.
“Mmhmm”
“Do I tell you how very lovely you taste?” He asks between nips and sucks.
“Mmhmm”
As he slowly shifts the thin straps of my dress down my arms, he asks. “Do I tell you how your skin feels like the softest cashmere?”
“Yes” and I am surprised how breathy my voice sounds as my dress tumbles about my feet leaving me in my black satiny knickers and heels.
As he comes around me, I can feel his eyes roaming across my body. As his eyes lock with my own, I hear is reply of ‘Good’ as he again increases the intimacy between us by projecting his thought.
Stepping out of my heels I move forward into his arms ‘Yes you are, very, very good. Shall I show you what you have taught me?’
‘Oh yes, please do’ and I can feel a ripple of both amusement and desire flow outward from him.
‘First, you love it when I do this...’ I reach for the buttons of his shirt and slowly undo each one. His eyes are riveted to my every action and I feel his breath hitch as I run my finger down his chest as I crouch down to undo his shoes and encourage him remove them and his socks. As I do, I feel him becoming increasingly aroused at my undivided attention. ‘Second, you love it when I do this…’ with that, I unbuckle his trousers and slowly unzip them sliding my hand down his hardness and I delight in hearing his groan of pleasure at my action as his eyes close and his head rolls back a moment relishing the sensation.
As cup his solid length, I know that he will feel just as lovely as his older selves and I will be just as filled and get even wetter at the thought.
'and this...' I state as I slowly remove my bra and do a tantalizingly slow shimmy out of my knickers noting his intense desire to reach out and touch, even as he restrains himself.
‘and I know you really, really love it when I do this…’ and with that I slowly slide both his trousers and pants to the ground. In the process, I caress his narrow waist and kiss and nip each hip careful to avoid touching the one part of him bobbing lightly near my cheek that is yearning to be touched. Gently I push him back encouraging him to sit on the bed behind him. No more has he sat down, obviously a bit surprised that I have maneuvered us so close to the bed without his noticing; then I am on him.
Before he can react, I quickly suck his hardness into my mouth and apply a brief but powerful vacuum setting off a chain reaction of pleasurable sensations rocketing through us both. The action leaves us both gasping and shaking in its wake because of the quantities of pheromones released, ramping up our physical reactions to each other.
Resting my cheek on his thigh for a moment to regroup, I blow cool air across his damp manhood and smile as I elicit and additional moan from him and look up his supine body, seconds later he is pulling me up beside him for another mind blowing kiss.
As we part I look up into his beautiful blue eyes, taking in features that are so dear and familiar to me from Verity's memories, and the brief time many years ago when I met him when I was still human. I understand better now what it it's like looking at the familiar and seeing things differently with changed eyes as tonight I have only looked upon him for the first time this evening with these eyes. Again, I am struck by how beautiful he is, classic Roman nose lush eyelashes full soft kissable lips all paired with a sleek lean dancer's body built for grace and speed.
'But far less beautiful then you my Rose.'
'Some day I will get the hang of this telepathy thing and quit doing that when we are this close' I project and smile at his confusion.
'You say such cryptic things.' is his reply and I just smile knowing I dare not even try to explain to him what I mean. So I scoot back up the bed to move us back from it's edge thankful for the large size as it gives us more room to move and beckon for him to join me in the middle. The look he gives me is predatory as he rolls to stalk forward to me on his hands and knees. I shiver at the desire in his eyes and reach for him. As he moves over me, I tremble at the possessive look in his eye and watch as he catches scent of my increased arousal. As he leans in trapping me between the bed and his body, I whimper as he gently begins to nip at my throat caressing my left breast with slightly callused fingers. When his lips descend on my left collarbone exciting the dense cluster of nerves there, I can be passive no longer. Reaching up I stroke his back encouraging him up my body as the burning need to be filled by him overtakes me. 'Please Thete'
I shiver at the level of desire I feel from him and arch my hips to bring him closer to where I crave his presence. The move he makes is subtle but sufficient to bring our bodies in line, I whimper as I he slides himself across my center, sensing his tension as the first impact of his action strikes our senses. His eyes are riveted to mine and I know I couldn't look away if I wanted.
'Ready?' he asks and in reply, I slide my hands up to just below his shoulder blades in answer.
I feel a shudder run through him as he realizes the level of intimacy I am offering as I ask 'Are you?' and I watch as he closes his eyes for a moment like a diver about to leap.
When his eyes open again there, are no barriers between us and I gasp at the intense wash of emotions flowing off him, the shock of pleasure when it comes is almost too much to bear as he presses into my body. Both of our respiratory bypasses kick in at the same moment as the chemical cocktail our bodies have created blindsides us. For a long minute of eternity, all we do is tremble in the pounding bound and rebound of sensations that flash across our senses. As a small fraction of control returns, he in one smooth move slides to his elbows to support himself as he shifts his hands to mirror the position of mine on his back as at the same moment he sheaths himself fully within me body and mind. We both scream in ecstasy at the sensory overload.
The next feelings I am aware of are not those of the body that is tangled in the arms and senses of my Doctor's eighth body. I feel a momentary wave of confusion at the duality of feelings as I register it is my TARDIS body, which is mentally entwined with my current Doctor. I am surprised as I realize Verity has been relaying my sensations to him and I feel a momentary flash of guilt as I know he is aware of exactly how much pleasure his younger self is giving me. The feeling vanishes though as I feel his pleasure fed back through the mental connection as he rides the sensations we are generating pulling me along with him.
A moment later, I lose all sense of these additional feelings as I am submerged again in the sensations from my body which drown all else. Then I feel the sudden confusion from the man within my body and mind as he registers the additional minds and jerks back as if burned slamming his shields up. "What are you?"
"Yours." I state simply both body and mind screaming at the abrupt loss of his presence.
For a long moment he stares at me confused and unsure as he tries to make sense of all the additional information and I have to struggle to leave my barriers down leaving myself exposed to him in ways I would allow no one else. My body is trembling violently from his sudden withdrawal and I know that something critically important is on the cusp of occurring. In spite of my husband’s warning at how important this was to him I feel exposed and terrified he will reject me even before we have first met in my time line. I can no longer feel the man that is naked above me and I close my eyes in an effort shield myself some small amount from the intensity of my need for him.
It comes as an unexpected shock as I feel the tentative mental touch of Verity's younger self and my eyes snap open and my vision is filled with the awed expression of the man I have given everything to protect.
His voice is raw and ragged as he utters a single word "Bonded!" and I nod in acknowledgment of his revelation, suddenly knowing everything will be all right. This is the knowledge he will need, that no matter what will happen to him in the future there will be not one but two beings that will love and trust him enough to share every fraction of themselves with him. Even after the worst that he can conceive of, he will still be someone who can and will be loved this much.
He stares for a moment longer, still in shock and I reach for him now that I know he will again be receptive to my touch. He leans forward into my arms as if drawn by an irresistible force. I pull him back down to lie on me and I feel him burrow his face in my hair. His hands slipping under my shoulders, he again opens himself to me and I am suddenly awash in a flood of emotion, disbelief, wonder, joy, confusion, delight and just plain amazement that we have chosen to share with him this most intimate and permanent of connections.
He doesn't have the words at this point but words are redundant. His feelings are laid bare to me, even as I know mine are to him, but I say them anyway. 'I love you Thete, and I wouldn't want to share my lives with anyone other then you, ever.' and I can tell that even now he doesn't believe himself worthy of such a connection and it breaks my hearts.
As he composes himself, he moves back so I can again look in his eyes and I see such love and affection there that it’s almost too much to bear. For a long moment he just looks, as if trying to memorize my every feature. Then ever so slowly he leans down and is kissing me so tenderly and sweetly I feel almost as if I am drifting in a cloud of joy. The burning need I have for him hasn’t abated though if anything it has grown stronger and I let him feel my desire to return to what we were doing. As he pulls back, he has that smirk on his face that always means he knows exactly what I want. I can’t even feel annoyed at him for it either, because this time I know he does. I squirm under his gaze and pull him closer by wrapping my legs around his hips drawing him back into to my body. As he begins to enter me, this time ever so slowly I want to scream with frustration at his delay, and he just smiles even more feeling what his actions are doing to me. When he without warning lunges forward, I do scream as my senses again go wild at his presence and in counter point to his rapid entry he ever so slowly begins to pull out. In reaction to his attempt at a slow tortuous withdrawal, I resort to begging. ‘Please… need…’ and that’s all I can think as I feel it snap his control.
In a rush that snatches my breath he is there again filling me body and mind and I scream with as much pleasure as relief as he rushes in to fill the aching void he had left.
As he violently shakes in reaction, his hips begin to move again, this time neither slow nor gentle but hard driving strokes that pump fire through my veins. Whimpers tumble from my lips as I can do nothing but hang on as I feel him deep within me. As I begin to tip over the edge, I feel every muscle winding tighter until I can’t even draw breath. As his hands instinctively seek out the psychic receptors in my back mine too slide into position and my world implodes as I jerk my hips up to meet his one final time. Every sense is alight and overloading as I feel not only his body shaking with each forceful release but my own clamping down so hard around him as to almost be painful for both of us. Incandescent brightness flares behind my eyelids as my body shakes helplessly in reaction to the orgasms raging though us. Our minds are so entwined as cause me to lose all sense of whose body is creating this exquisite pleasure, finally I can take no more and relinquish my grip on awareness.
I languidly swim my way back to consciousness and I revel in the feel of his body beneath me and realize that he has rolled us over so I now lay sprawled across his body. The last thing I want to do is move even though I know I should. As I prepare to do so he wraps his arms around me and whispers "Stay."
So I relax again, content to give him this and nuzzle his throat breathing in the unique mix our scents. I am again amused by the fact that he smells like honey and cinnamon and my own scent is that of banana. I still remember when I first realized why he had previously been so enamored by bananas and I smile into his neck.
'My precious beautiful Rose how long must I wait to find you again'
'You know I can't tell you. But you must remember this; I will be there for you at the proper times. I can tell you this, the next we meet will be our third first time meeting
'Rose Tyler you are a delightful mystery I can’t wait to unravel.’
8's next adventure
Author: othermewriter
Rating: Adult
Characters: 8/Rose, 10
A/N: Caused by Tenzo prompt "Firm pressure on the waist and abdomen excites many women." Set before the first destruction of Gallifrey as well as the events that cause him to have to travel with Compassion, in a window of time where he is traveling alone.
This will eventually make its way into my Moving Forward universe but for now it is a stand-alone. Hopefully I have done 8 justice here and I blame his appearance almost completely on the beautiful 8/Rose fic by jeprdyfrndly that can be found here http://jeprdyfrndly.livejournal.com/1912.html if you haven't read it, do so you will be happy you did.
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I watch him from across the room knowing what he is going to face and it breaks my heart. My poor beautiful Doctor, it took him forever before he could talk to me of his past selves, and even longer before he admitted that he had met me many years before that first time in the basement. It is why we are here in 63rd century at the biggest party of the previous two centuries, for tonight will be the first time I will meet and make love to him in his time line.
I look over to the Doctor I came in with and he gives me an encouraging nod. Tall and thin like his younger self but clad in his usual brown suit instead of velvet. His eyes are so filled with sadness I almost turn back, only to see the small shake of his head. We both know to do so would be to risk a paradox, so I turn to the one in velvet who has a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he flirts with a young woman wearing a revealing bit of nothing much. In this he hasn’t changed, always flirting, even when he was in his ninth body he understood the power of his ability to charm.
As he looks my way, I give him my biggest smile and completely ignore the other woman as I move to his side making it clear she isn't welcome. “Good evening Doctor.” For an instant, I catch his look of surprise that I know his name and I reach for his hand. In doing so I realize this too hasn’t changed, even though both our hands have, they still fit together perfectly. He looks down at our interlaced fingers almost in astonishment at the realization.
“Yes, I do believe it will be a good evening.” is his reply, which he accompanies with a brilliant smile that I had forgotten was as easily as dazzling as that of his elder selves.
“Will you Dance with me?” I ask as I slip into his personal space, as I do so frequently.
The look he gives me is penetrating, and I gently caress the side of his face with my free left hand and I watch as his eyes close at my touch. As he opens his eyes it is my turn to be surprised as he replies “Yes, Rose I believe I will dance with you.” and some how I know he is speaking of both meanings of our metaphor.
His smile is mischievous, as he knows he has ‘guessed’ correctly. At that, I remember him remarking once that he was more precognitive in his eighth form, and I have a feeling that will be in my favor tonight. I return his smile pleased that he has gleaned this piece of information just with our touching.
With that, he leads me out on to the elaborately decorated ballroom floor. The music is as warm and sensual as the atmosphere and I am pleased he doesn't hesitate to draw me in close and I can't resist laying my cheek on his velvet clad shoulder relishing it’s softness so different then that of my other Doctors.
His one hand is steady between my shoulder blades, though I am a bit surprised as the other roams. He slides his hand down the edge of my short backless dress following it down until he reaches the curve and continues down from there to cup my bottom.
Looking up I see his questioning look asking if this is all right and I nod and snuggle in closer, at which he moves his hands sensuously up to my waist pulling me more firmly into his body as if knowing exactly how much his possessive grip excites me. Even so I am still surprised at the small needy sounding whimper that escapes me as his body moves against mine in a Tango like dance that is somehow even more intimate then the Earth version with which I am more familiar. I smile as I think of how at one time I questioned his ability to dance.
As the actions of the dance become even more daring, I suddenly am glad that the social mores of this time are very liberal regarding public sex in adults only environments, otherwise we would be at a serious risk of arrest. Our hands and bodies move in sync and I feel the strong muscles of his back as he swings me around in a fluid motion only to pull me in hard to his body, tight enough that I can easily feel our hearts thrum in time to both the music and each other. Soon though all thoughts other then his body moving against mine disappear, consumed by the tantalizing feel of his hands sliding across the ultra thin fabric of my dress to exposed skin and back. It comes as only a tiny surprise when he dips me back and kisses me breathless.
As we separate I know this specific dance has ended as couples are drifting from the floor and I realize how much I am anxiously awaiting a much more intimate dance. His hands never leave my waist as he leans in and whispers in my ear, "Shall we move to somewhere a bit more private?"
I quickly nod my agreement and as we reach the edge of the dance floor, he quietly asks "Your TARDIS or mine?"
From anyone else that would sound incredibly cheesy but from him it is the embodiment of sexy and I am unable to suppress the shiver that runs through me.
"Yours, wouldn't be good for you to know too much about your future." At this, I am graced with a truly gorgeous smile.
As I understand I just passed a test I hadn't realized I was taking, I have to comment. "Good to know some things never change"
"Oh, I suspect you know quite a few things about me that change."
I smile in agreement and as I place my tongue in the corner of my mouth, I see a brief flash of desire cross his face and I know that some things about him never change which causes me to smile even more. “And I can't wait to see the additional details."
As we emerge from the hall into the pleasantly cool air I find it amusing that on either side of the large wide hedge in front of us are matching blue police boxes. I hadn’t realized when the Doctor and I had entered earlier how close we had parked to Verity’s younger self, a thing in of itself odd considering my relationship with Verity. A question for another time and a different Doctor as to why this might have happened as Verity is providing me no explanations.
I am distracted from my musings by my velvet clad Doctor looking at me with a tender smile. “I suspected as much. Shall we?” he says gently guiding me to the TARDIS on the left. I realize that his hand has never left my side as he slowly pulls me in a bit closer to him with a gentle pressure on my waist that causes me to shiver. He kisses me again, this time his kiss is almost chaste in direct counterpoint to the more toe curling one he gave me on the dance floor.
Within moments of his releasing me, we are at the door and entering a TARDIS interior the like I have never seen before. I stand for a moment stunned at the beauty of this interior, wood paneling everywhere, and sleek cathedral like beauty, that is far different from the coral interior that is in the center of my home.
“Verity this is beautiful!” I proclaim and her response is a pleased hum. Even though I remember the time when the interior was like this from Verity's memories, it's a far different perspective standing here. I notice things that I know my human eyes would never have seen and a score of details Verity had forgotten.
A moment later, the Doctor is behind me long pianist’s fingers stroking down my arms sending shivers through me. His words are quiet in my ear, “I knew you were very special. It’s not just anyone will she tell her name to, or even for that matter show herself to be more then what most assume her, yet it is obvious, you she not just likes, but loves.
I smile as I think of the relationship I have with her future self. Turning in his arms to face him, I state with all the love I hold for him. “But you my dear Doctor she adores, and Verity's name is not the only one I know.” With those words, I lean in and quietly whisper his birth name in his ear and lean back to see the shock I know will be written on his face.
I am not disappointed as I see the look of total amazement on his face. "You... how... why..."
Instead of letting him draw his own conclusions as to the reasons, I explain to him what his rational mind will catch up to once the shock wears off.
"Yes me, and yes we have been that close. As to why, for the same reason you were given that name; love. I love you, and I always have and always will and I need you to know that to the very core of your being.” Gently I cup the side of his face with my hands. "Doctor the days to come will hold many things that will make you question yourself, question, but do not doubt that you will make the right decisions, even though some of them will be very hard. Initially I will be your companion but we are so much more and you need to hold on to that knowledge."
With that I reach out to his Verity, and smile at her complete surprise at the feel of our mental touch, for she is a part of us and I will always be thankful to her for bringing this Doctor through the dark days ahead of him.
A brief moment later, I feel her respond to my silent request to bring the Doctor's current bedroom to a door just off the console room.
"Tonight Doctor, I am going to show you a small bit of what you have to look forward to in your future." with that I take his hand and lead him from the entrance deeper into the interior. The first door to the right is his bedroom and surprise is written across his face at this development.
"Full of surprises you are, unusual enough finding a Time Lady on Earth but one that knows a future version of me as well as you obviously do, you are an impossible marvel."
"Oh you don't know a fraction of how impossible we are, you and I." giving him my most mysterious grin, "but we must leave some things for your future self to discover. For now though...” with that I step in close and claim his lips. Bracing my self for what I am about to do, I rub down the front of his trousers. As he opens his lips in surprise at my unexpected intimate touch, I dart my tongue in and rapidly stroke the length of the roof of his mouth. The huge quantity of pheromones I deposit there in the process causes him jerk back in surprise going rigid in more ways then one, as they surge into his blood stream causing him an intense blast of pleasure and set his body to trembling.
His hands clamp down tightly about my arms holding me at arms distance in an effort to steady him self and giving me a perfect vantage to see the effect it has on his eyes. Something I never tire of seeing is the way they shift from their normal color to the ultra intense and oh so beautiful blue with gold flecks they turn when he is aroused.
For long moments he stares at me in shock and I quietly state "Thete?" A bit concerned at his stillness, and I fear that I have moved things along too quickly. My tongue though is tingling in reaction to his pheromones. The sweet smell of honey and cinnamon is inundating my senses making it clear the desire I have sparked and wish he would kiss me again.
His eyes seek out mine with such intensity I suddenly feel awkward, and a moment later though I feel the touch of his mind 'Rose?'
'Yes?' is my hesitant reply and with that, he crushes me to him and I feel a wave of confused gratitude wash over me.
As he holds me I realize again how exquisitely lonely he has been for so much of the time he has been out traveling the universe. The loneliness of my first doctor was nothing new for him, in spite of his companions; it was just far more acute because of the loss of the other Gallifreyans. As I feel his hands loosen a bit, I lean back and caress his cheek with the backs of my fingers and as they near his mouth he turns his head and kisses them.
The affect my husband’s pheromones have on me has diminished somewhat over time and with frequent exposure, but the effect mine have on this younger him are truly spectacular and he is broadcasting his physical reactions loudly, which more then makes up for any decrease.
Not since I first made love to him as a Time Lady have I felt myself reacting with him this strongly. His withdrawal from Time Lord Society had insured that contact of this nature was rare, and in result all the more powerfully stimulating and I intend to see he gets the maximum pleasure I can give to help tide him through the dark days ahead.
“When?” is his quiet question, and I know he is asking when he must part with me so I can go back to his future.
“Tomorrow.” I reply equally quietly and watch as he gives a small sad nod. With that, he pulls me into another embrace but this time it is obvious with an intention to seduce. As our lips meet, I feel the tingling of my mine increase as he caresses them with the tip of his tongue. My fingers find their way to his silky hair, in every way equally nice as my current Doctor’s, even as I feel his hand on my neck teasing that sensitive area with his fingertips.
As his tongue makes it first foray into my mouth I begin to tremble in reaction to the pleasure that is mounting by the moment as his pheromones react to the receptors in my mouth. I know he is deliberately teasing as he carefully explores insuring he doesn’t touch its roof. I love the feel of velvet beneath my other hand as I reach to stabilize myself. A bit of a shame his trading this in for leather but understandable. I understand now his snarky quips about the pretty boys, as both this incarnation and the one I currently travel with are more then just a little pretty.
As he swipes his tongue up the roof of my mouth, fiery pleasure jolts through my system refocusing me immediately. I hear us both whimper in reaction as suddenly I am clutching him for dear life as the response causes my head to spin.
‘Maybe we should move this to the bed?’ is his intimate suggestion, and I readily agree, hardly noticing more then the large four-poster canopy bed, which is our destination; far different then the austere, hardly used quarters of my first Doctor.
As we reach the bed, I pull back enough to get a proper view and I love what I see. Tall and lithe like my second Doctor, with long curly silk for hair that brushes his shoulders and the strong features of my first Doctor. Always did think they wouldn’t have been quite so prominent if he had just grown out his hair. Then there is the truly elegant velvet suit with cravat and I just have to stroke down his lapels to enjoy the sheer decadent feeling of the material. I begin to work first on his cravat carefully reattaching the pin to a single piece of the tie to insure no mischief comes from its wandering and watch as he follows every motion of my hands.
Next is his velvet suit jacket and I slowly slide it from his shoulders. I really will need to get him to put it on some time just for old time’s sake. We have had some delightful fun when we have played dress-up with some of his other outfits. Then again, maybe I will put it on and let him take it off me. I can’t help but smile as I think of some of the things we have done with that glorious scarf of his. As I hear a sexy chuckle, I realize I have been projecting.
‘Did you really do that with my scarf?’ is his not so subtle indicator that I am right and he has been listening to my mental rambling.
“It’s your fault you know.”
“Oh is it now?” he says with an amused expression.
“Absolutely, you babble all the time.”
“A talker this time around then?” and I can see the spark of mischief in those words. “So what do I talk to you about my beautiful Rose?” Gently he guides me to turn my back to him. “Do I tell you how stunning you are?” He asks as he pulls aside my hair kissing my neck.
“Mmhmm”
“Do I tell you how very lovely you taste?” He asks between nips and sucks.
“Mmhmm”
As he slowly shifts the thin straps of my dress down my arms, he asks. “Do I tell you how your skin feels like the softest cashmere?”
“Yes” and I am surprised how breathy my voice sounds as my dress tumbles about my feet leaving me in my black satiny knickers and heels.
As he comes around me, I can feel his eyes roaming across my body. As his eyes lock with my own, I hear is reply of ‘Good’ as he again increases the intimacy between us by projecting his thought.
Stepping out of my heels I move forward into his arms ‘Yes you are, very, very good. Shall I show you what you have taught me?’
‘Oh yes, please do’ and I can feel a ripple of both amusement and desire flow outward from him.
‘First, you love it when I do this...’ I reach for the buttons of his shirt and slowly undo each one. His eyes are riveted to my every action and I feel his breath hitch as I run my finger down his chest as I crouch down to undo his shoes and encourage him remove them and his socks. As I do, I feel him becoming increasingly aroused at my undivided attention. ‘Second, you love it when I do this…’ with that, I unbuckle his trousers and slowly unzip them sliding my hand down his hardness and I delight in hearing his groan of pleasure at my action as his eyes close and his head rolls back a moment relishing the sensation.
As cup his solid length, I know that he will feel just as lovely as his older selves and I will be just as filled and get even wetter at the thought.
'and this...' I state as I slowly remove my bra and do a tantalizingly slow shimmy out of my knickers noting his intense desire to reach out and touch, even as he restrains himself.
‘and I know you really, really love it when I do this…’ and with that I slowly slide both his trousers and pants to the ground. In the process, I caress his narrow waist and kiss and nip each hip careful to avoid touching the one part of him bobbing lightly near my cheek that is yearning to be touched. Gently I push him back encouraging him to sit on the bed behind him. No more has he sat down, obviously a bit surprised that I have maneuvered us so close to the bed without his noticing; then I am on him.
Before he can react, I quickly suck his hardness into my mouth and apply a brief but powerful vacuum setting off a chain reaction of pleasurable sensations rocketing through us both. The action leaves us both gasping and shaking in its wake because of the quantities of pheromones released, ramping up our physical reactions to each other.
Resting my cheek on his thigh for a moment to regroup, I blow cool air across his damp manhood and smile as I elicit and additional moan from him and look up his supine body, seconds later he is pulling me up beside him for another mind blowing kiss.
As we part I look up into his beautiful blue eyes, taking in features that are so dear and familiar to me from Verity's memories, and the brief time many years ago when I met him when I was still human. I understand better now what it it's like looking at the familiar and seeing things differently with changed eyes as tonight I have only looked upon him for the first time this evening with these eyes. Again, I am struck by how beautiful he is, classic Roman nose lush eyelashes full soft kissable lips all paired with a sleek lean dancer's body built for grace and speed.
'But far less beautiful then you my Rose.'
'Some day I will get the hang of this telepathy thing and quit doing that when we are this close' I project and smile at his confusion.
'You say such cryptic things.' is his reply and I just smile knowing I dare not even try to explain to him what I mean. So I scoot back up the bed to move us back from it's edge thankful for the large size as it gives us more room to move and beckon for him to join me in the middle. The look he gives me is predatory as he rolls to stalk forward to me on his hands and knees. I shiver at the desire in his eyes and reach for him. As he moves over me, I tremble at the possessive look in his eye and watch as he catches scent of my increased arousal. As he leans in trapping me between the bed and his body, I whimper as he gently begins to nip at my throat caressing my left breast with slightly callused fingers. When his lips descend on my left collarbone exciting the dense cluster of nerves there, I can be passive no longer. Reaching up I stroke his back encouraging him up my body as the burning need to be filled by him overtakes me. 'Please Thete'
I shiver at the level of desire I feel from him and arch my hips to bring him closer to where I crave his presence. The move he makes is subtle but sufficient to bring our bodies in line, I whimper as I he slides himself across my center, sensing his tension as the first impact of his action strikes our senses. His eyes are riveted to mine and I know I couldn't look away if I wanted.
'Ready?' he asks and in reply, I slide my hands up to just below his shoulder blades in answer.
I feel a shudder run through him as he realizes the level of intimacy I am offering as I ask 'Are you?' and I watch as he closes his eyes for a moment like a diver about to leap.
When his eyes open again there, are no barriers between us and I gasp at the intense wash of emotions flowing off him, the shock of pleasure when it comes is almost too much to bear as he presses into my body. Both of our respiratory bypasses kick in at the same moment as the chemical cocktail our bodies have created blindsides us. For a long minute of eternity, all we do is tremble in the pounding bound and rebound of sensations that flash across our senses. As a small fraction of control returns, he in one smooth move slides to his elbows to support himself as he shifts his hands to mirror the position of mine on his back as at the same moment he sheaths himself fully within me body and mind. We both scream in ecstasy at the sensory overload.
The next feelings I am aware of are not those of the body that is tangled in the arms and senses of my Doctor's eighth body. I feel a momentary wave of confusion at the duality of feelings as I register it is my TARDIS body, which is mentally entwined with my current Doctor. I am surprised as I realize Verity has been relaying my sensations to him and I feel a momentary flash of guilt as I know he is aware of exactly how much pleasure his younger self is giving me. The feeling vanishes though as I feel his pleasure fed back through the mental connection as he rides the sensations we are generating pulling me along with him.
A moment later, I lose all sense of these additional feelings as I am submerged again in the sensations from my body which drown all else. Then I feel the sudden confusion from the man within my body and mind as he registers the additional minds and jerks back as if burned slamming his shields up. "What are you?"
"Yours." I state simply both body and mind screaming at the abrupt loss of his presence.
For a long moment he stares at me confused and unsure as he tries to make sense of all the additional information and I have to struggle to leave my barriers down leaving myself exposed to him in ways I would allow no one else. My body is trembling violently from his sudden withdrawal and I know that something critically important is on the cusp of occurring. In spite of my husband’s warning at how important this was to him I feel exposed and terrified he will reject me even before we have first met in my time line. I can no longer feel the man that is naked above me and I close my eyes in an effort shield myself some small amount from the intensity of my need for him.
It comes as an unexpected shock as I feel the tentative mental touch of Verity's younger self and my eyes snap open and my vision is filled with the awed expression of the man I have given everything to protect.
His voice is raw and ragged as he utters a single word "Bonded!" and I nod in acknowledgment of his revelation, suddenly knowing everything will be all right. This is the knowledge he will need, that no matter what will happen to him in the future there will be not one but two beings that will love and trust him enough to share every fraction of themselves with him. Even after the worst that he can conceive of, he will still be someone who can and will be loved this much.
He stares for a moment longer, still in shock and I reach for him now that I know he will again be receptive to my touch. He leans forward into my arms as if drawn by an irresistible force. I pull him back down to lie on me and I feel him burrow his face in my hair. His hands slipping under my shoulders, he again opens himself to me and I am suddenly awash in a flood of emotion, disbelief, wonder, joy, confusion, delight and just plain amazement that we have chosen to share with him this most intimate and permanent of connections.
He doesn't have the words at this point but words are redundant. His feelings are laid bare to me, even as I know mine are to him, but I say them anyway. 'I love you Thete, and I wouldn't want to share my lives with anyone other then you, ever.' and I can tell that even now he doesn't believe himself worthy of such a connection and it breaks my hearts.
As he composes himself, he moves back so I can again look in his eyes and I see such love and affection there that it’s almost too much to bear. For a long moment he just looks, as if trying to memorize my every feature. Then ever so slowly he leans down and is kissing me so tenderly and sweetly I feel almost as if I am drifting in a cloud of joy. The burning need I have for him hasn’t abated though if anything it has grown stronger and I let him feel my desire to return to what we were doing. As he pulls back, he has that smirk on his face that always means he knows exactly what I want. I can’t even feel annoyed at him for it either, because this time I know he does. I squirm under his gaze and pull him closer by wrapping my legs around his hips drawing him back into to my body. As he begins to enter me, this time ever so slowly I want to scream with frustration at his delay, and he just smiles even more feeling what his actions are doing to me. When he without warning lunges forward, I do scream as my senses again go wild at his presence and in counter point to his rapid entry he ever so slowly begins to pull out. In reaction to his attempt at a slow tortuous withdrawal, I resort to begging. ‘Please… need…’ and that’s all I can think as I feel it snap his control.
In a rush that snatches my breath he is there again filling me body and mind and I scream with as much pleasure as relief as he rushes in to fill the aching void he had left.
As he violently shakes in reaction, his hips begin to move again, this time neither slow nor gentle but hard driving strokes that pump fire through my veins. Whimpers tumble from my lips as I can do nothing but hang on as I feel him deep within me. As I begin to tip over the edge, I feel every muscle winding tighter until I can’t even draw breath. As his hands instinctively seek out the psychic receptors in my back mine too slide into position and my world implodes as I jerk my hips up to meet his one final time. Every sense is alight and overloading as I feel not only his body shaking with each forceful release but my own clamping down so hard around him as to almost be painful for both of us. Incandescent brightness flares behind my eyelids as my body shakes helplessly in reaction to the orgasms raging though us. Our minds are so entwined as cause me to lose all sense of whose body is creating this exquisite pleasure, finally I can take no more and relinquish my grip on awareness.
I languidly swim my way back to consciousness and I revel in the feel of his body beneath me and realize that he has rolled us over so I now lay sprawled across his body. The last thing I want to do is move even though I know I should. As I prepare to do so he wraps his arms around me and whispers "Stay."
So I relax again, content to give him this and nuzzle his throat breathing in the unique mix our scents. I am again amused by the fact that he smells like honey and cinnamon and my own scent is that of banana. I still remember when I first realized why he had previously been so enamored by bananas and I smile into his neck.
'My precious beautiful Rose how long must I wait to find you again'
'You know I can't tell you. But you must remember this; I will be there for you at the proper times. I can tell you this, the next we meet will be our third first time meeting
'Rose Tyler you are a delightful mystery I can’t wait to unravel.’
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