Part 02 - Chapter 09 - Dreaming (NC)
Later that evening, Rose had come back to the TARDIS. It had been a very long couple of days with little sleep and it was catching up with her. For a short time she and the Doctor talked about inconsequential things, neither wanting to broach what had happened at Downing Street before the explosion. It had been terrifying and yet at the same time exhilarating and she now knew without a doubt how much he cared.
She thought about how he had watched her for hours as he had brooded in the cabinet chambers. She had not realized that he already knew what would probably have to happen yet still he had worked so hard to find another way, a way that would not risk her, even though in the end he had to do exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid. The thought he cared for her that much sent shivers down her spine. No man had ever cared about her enough to even think even for a few minutes, let alone hours, about how to make her life easier. It both thrilled and at the same time scared her how deeply she had fallen for him.
When the quiet began to become uncomfortable, she said her good night and headed off to the bedroom she had located before everything had been turned on its head. To her surprise, when she came to the door of the room she found that the door was now made of the most beautiful carved wood. It was adorned by vines of roses of all types and stages of blooming, entwined around both the doorframe and edge of the door. Just at eye-level was the most beautiful spelling of her name she had ever seen. The curves of her name looking like they had been based on some fancy calligraphy writing and appeared to be painted in a sparkling gold finish. For long moments, she just stood there stunned. Had he done this, when, how? At first, she wanted to turn around immediately and return to the control room to thank him for the lovely present but she paused unsure what she would say, and suspected it would embarrass him if she did. Gently tracing her name with a fingertip, she was decided by a huge yawn that she couldn’t suppress.
She really was very tired and with that, she entered the room only to find it too transformed. It was nearly double in size from the last time she had been in there. A queen size four-poster canopy bed in the right corner of the room had replaced the simple, but extremely comfortable, bed that she had slept in previously. The canopy was of the loveliest shade of rosy pink, the uprights and headboard appeared to be lightly stained oak and carried on the carved rose theme of the door, the wood stain accentuating the carved patterns. The carpet, which had been an innocuous chocolate brown, had been replace by a thick pink carpet with a small round throw near the door side of the bed that looked like one of those fancy Persian rugs she had seen in that shop she had been in once with her mum; again there was the rose pattern. Across from the bed was a beautiful four-drawer dressing table with large Oval mirror also surrounded by the carved wood roses. A narrow bedside table sitting just next to the headboard also sported the same pattern. Atop the bed were two big fluffy pillows and a beautiful pink duvet. The walls were exactly the same shade of pink as her bedroom at home.
She was stunned, the backpack she held slipping to the floor soundlessly, as she stood just in side the almost closed door. Never had she seen a more beautiful room. When finally she snapped out of her shock she went to turn and go thank the Doctor for this but as she reached for the door it pulled itself shut and she felt a strong sense of disapproval. For moment, she stared at the closed door as she realized that the TARDIS was making it very clear she shouldn’t. Quietly she turned back to face the interior of the room and said to the sentient ship slowly and clearly, feeling odd speaking to what was visually an empty room. “Please let him know how much I appreciate this.” Again that quiet sense in the back of her mind telling her that she was heard and the TARDIS agreed.
Looking back at the door she reached out hesitantly touching the door as the idea that she was actually within a living being sank in a bit more, what surprised her was that it just didn’t seem as scary as it once had. Turning she took her backpack over to the dressing table chair. She was tired and in spite of the desire to check out every inch of her new domain, she contented herself with quick wash up in the ensuite and changed into her pajamas. Walking over to the bed she gently sat down, knowing instantly it would be as comfortable to sleep in as the small bed it had replaced. It didn’t take her long to fall into a deep slumber.
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The room is cloudy, light seems to come from everywhere and yet at the same time no direction at all. I slowly turn around everything in all directions is a shade of white. I look down to see if where I stand has anything different to offer. The “floor” is of the same nature as everything else around, but I find my first glimpse of color. A luscious intense blue that seems to shine of its own accord, from the tips of my shoes that peek out beneath the full skirt of the dress I am wearing. I look down my front to find I am attired in a dress, low cut at the bodice and I feel it is backless. My hands are in cased sheer pale blue gloves that end at the bend of my arms.
I spin about just for the feel of my dress swishing about my legs. As I complete my turn, I see a man in a black suit in the distance with his back to me. From his stance, I feel I know him from somewhere. His hair is black, with a short military cut and, as if on cue, I hear music begin to play. The tune seems familiar and soothing and I place it as a waltz.
I take but one step forward, but the next moment I am behind him, he turns as if expecting me and slightly bows at the waist, putting his hand out for mine. I take it and step forward into his arms. As we dance, I look him over, trying to place where I know him. He has intense blue eyes, black hair forming a small widow’s peak on the center of his forehead and ears that are a bit too noticeable because of his severe haircut. Then he smiles at me with a huge grin that speaks of great delight and his eyes seem to twinkle with hidden humor, which only makes me smile back unable to deny him any kind of happiness as I sense he often is not as happy as he pretends.
His features are not that of a young man but pleasant to look upon, his body is solid muscle, muscular but not muscle bound. He exudes a strength that seems to go beyond his physical form and moves with the limberness and grace of a professional dancer. We glide about in the soft cloudy white, our bodies in sync with each other and the music. I feel so content to move in his arms, like this is where I have always wanted to be. I feel his sturdy warmth next to me and I shiver with delight. He pauses with concern in his eyes and find I can do nothing but smile back at him at his consideration and lean into his warmth putting my head upon his shoulder and close my eyes. His strong arms surround me and as he pulls me a fraction closer, I smell leather and that scent that is so uniquely and wonderfully him. This feels so right, but I also feel that there should be something more.
The music stops and I cringe at the thought of him leaving. I look up into his eyes as he steps back and they mirror my own. Our eyes remain locked and without a word, he leans in to capture my lips. His lips are warm and soft, so gentle yet firm, his arms pull me in tighter and I feel like I am melting at the heat of his touch. Feeling daring and bold, I open my mouth to his kiss and run my tongue along his bottom lip.
He gently releases me to look into my eyes. His eyes are almost glowing with passion and looking into those eyes, his name comes to my lips in a breathless whisper, “Doctor.”
His eyes looked into mine ensnaring my gaze, demanding to know the intentions of my heart.
Slowly almost hesitantly, he brings his hands up to cup my face, his eyes asking what his lips will not. He sees my need there, the desire, the want to join him so he no longer must walk a solitary path. His lips descend upon mine firm, intense, warm and soft.
I feel his hand slide down my back to tangle in my hair to give him better access to my lips as his other hand gently caresses me. My hands refuse to remain idle, I can no longer contain them and as if of their own power they slide across his torso behind his shoulders and into his hair pulling us even closer together as I caress his shoulders and hair feeling the tension building between us. Time almost seems to stand still as we kiss.
I can feel his body so powerful and seductive, our tongues tangle engaging and dueling sometimes aggressive sometimes leisurely at play. I can feel my world narrowing to feel and touch, it is bliss just to hold him and be held by him, something we have so long denied ourselves.
Our lips separate as our foreheads touch, breathing in each other’s breath. His hands drift down my body, which shivers at his touch. I see his soft smile at my reaction to him. He moves slowly, knowing I am helpless in his arms. I know even as I register these sensations that he has taken in each shudder, each scent, each taste and touch in ways I can only imagine. I smile at the contentment I see in his face even as my fingers seek the buttons on his shirt. My nipples harden at the thought of his naked flesh against mine.
I feel his hands on my back unlatching my bra and moving forward, the calluses on his fingertips tantalizing my sides as his thumbs come up to torment my breasts. I gasp with confusion as he suddenly releases me. Then he is sweeping me from my feet to carry me to the king size bed that has appeared near us. He sets me down like I am made of fine china and begins to remove my dress. Slowly, so tauntingly slow, as if daring me to ask him to go faster or stop. I whimper as my bust is revealed to his hungry gaze and hungrier mouth. My back arches to maximize the sensations he is building in me, I move my hands to tighten on his neck to prevent what I know is an undesired escape.
I once again tremble at the exquisite sensations his tongue and hands are generating. He looks up and his lips recapture mine, though this time it is not the gentle almost playful kiss of before but one of hunger and need too long suppressed. It is his turn to shiver as I undo his pants even as his hands work at removing my skirt. Without a word, needed we stand and shed the last of our clothing, impatient with the final barriers to our passion.
With clothes removed, we stand in frank assessment of each other’s nakedness, the room now silent but for our panting breaths. His hands in one quick motion are clasping me to him as body weight and momentum carry us to the bed’s surface.
His body is solid and muscular beneath my hands, which roam his body freely. Then, as quickly as he bore us to the bed, he is down my body. Almost before my whirling mind can catch up, he is nuzzling at the juncture of my thighs and caressing my hips and bottom with his strong hands. My legs separate, inviting him in to sample the nectar he seeks, an invitation he is quick to accept. I gasp as his warm breath comes in contact with my womanhood and he looks up at me with the grin of a boy about to raid the cookie jar, a look of delight sparkling in his eyes.
Before I can react he is latched upon my clit, gently sucking and teasing me till there is only wave upon wave of pleasure ripping through me. I gasp and arch, attempting to allow him even greater access, and then there is just the mind numbing pleasure of my orgasm as he continues his feverish nibbling until my body turns to whimpering jelly. He slows at his task, allowing me to begin to return from the peaks he has driven me to; I feel his hands gripping my hips and sigh knowing that this was but the beginning. He begins trailing kisses over my still trembling belly as he works his way up my body, my skin shivering at his passionate assault. He stops and smiles up at me, God he has such a beautiful smile, then recaptures my breast in his lips as his fingers torment the other one, drawing a whimper from me.
I tremble again at the sensations he is coaxing from me, but my body is demanding that which he has yet to provide. I try to pull him the rest of the way up; he gently resists shaking his head doing delightful things to his mouthful of breast, indicating his unwillingness to be hurried. His teeth graze across my nipple. I can but moan, wanting to feel him in my depths, to fill me fully. I can feel him hard against my thigh but he will not be rushed and proceeds to torment my other breast for a moment longer before moving into position to give me what I am craving.
He moves at my entrance locking his gaze into mine again, asking with his eyes if this is what I want, I whimper and squirm beneath him trying to draw him in, I close my eyes and as I do I feel his hand on my cheek wordlessly telling me of his desire to see my eyes again. I peel them open impatiently only to have them close again involuntarily at the intense pleasure of him driving forward. I lay trembling as the first wave of pleasure begins to ebb only for him to move again and reignite my core.
Somewhere far away I here his moans of pleasure and smile at this man who can make me feel so loved. Wave after wave of bliss begins to bombard my senses; I can’t get enough of him and arch beneath him trying to bring him even deeper, now constantly crying out at each thrust. Thoughts are lost completely now to the feeling of him moving within me, driving us ever further up the spiral to the peak where we both will fly, to that point where there is only blinding ecstasy that washes away the universe. Then we are there, cresting, blazing, igniting suspended in that slice of eternity. Slowly our senses begin to return and the dance comes full circle as sleep overtakes our bodies.
Hours later Rose wakes with a sob as she remembers her dream and knows it was just a dream regardless of how sweet. As the pang of loss lessened she was glad to see at least the beautiful room she had been given wasn’t as much of a chimera and so maybe some day her dream could come true.
Chapter 09a - Denial (NC-17)
Moving Forward Index 1
She thought about how he had watched her for hours as he had brooded in the cabinet chambers. She had not realized that he already knew what would probably have to happen yet still he had worked so hard to find another way, a way that would not risk her, even though in the end he had to do exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid. The thought he cared for her that much sent shivers down her spine. No man had ever cared about her enough to even think even for a few minutes, let alone hours, about how to make her life easier. It both thrilled and at the same time scared her how deeply she had fallen for him.
When the quiet began to become uncomfortable, she said her good night and headed off to the bedroom she had located before everything had been turned on its head. To her surprise, when she came to the door of the room she found that the door was now made of the most beautiful carved wood. It was adorned by vines of roses of all types and stages of blooming, entwined around both the doorframe and edge of the door. Just at eye-level was the most beautiful spelling of her name she had ever seen. The curves of her name looking like they had been based on some fancy calligraphy writing and appeared to be painted in a sparkling gold finish. For long moments, she just stood there stunned. Had he done this, when, how? At first, she wanted to turn around immediately and return to the control room to thank him for the lovely present but she paused unsure what she would say, and suspected it would embarrass him if she did. Gently tracing her name with a fingertip, she was decided by a huge yawn that she couldn’t suppress.
She really was very tired and with that, she entered the room only to find it too transformed. It was nearly double in size from the last time she had been in there. A queen size four-poster canopy bed in the right corner of the room had replaced the simple, but extremely comfortable, bed that she had slept in previously. The canopy was of the loveliest shade of rosy pink, the uprights and headboard appeared to be lightly stained oak and carried on the carved rose theme of the door, the wood stain accentuating the carved patterns. The carpet, which had been an innocuous chocolate brown, had been replace by a thick pink carpet with a small round throw near the door side of the bed that looked like one of those fancy Persian rugs she had seen in that shop she had been in once with her mum; again there was the rose pattern. Across from the bed was a beautiful four-drawer dressing table with large Oval mirror also surrounded by the carved wood roses. A narrow bedside table sitting just next to the headboard also sported the same pattern. Atop the bed were two big fluffy pillows and a beautiful pink duvet. The walls were exactly the same shade of pink as her bedroom at home.
She was stunned, the backpack she held slipping to the floor soundlessly, as she stood just in side the almost closed door. Never had she seen a more beautiful room. When finally she snapped out of her shock she went to turn and go thank the Doctor for this but as she reached for the door it pulled itself shut and she felt a strong sense of disapproval. For moment, she stared at the closed door as she realized that the TARDIS was making it very clear she shouldn’t. Quietly she turned back to face the interior of the room and said to the sentient ship slowly and clearly, feeling odd speaking to what was visually an empty room. “Please let him know how much I appreciate this.” Again that quiet sense in the back of her mind telling her that she was heard and the TARDIS agreed.
Looking back at the door she reached out hesitantly touching the door as the idea that she was actually within a living being sank in a bit more, what surprised her was that it just didn’t seem as scary as it once had. Turning she took her backpack over to the dressing table chair. She was tired and in spite of the desire to check out every inch of her new domain, she contented herself with quick wash up in the ensuite and changed into her pajamas. Walking over to the bed she gently sat down, knowing instantly it would be as comfortable to sleep in as the small bed it had replaced. It didn’t take her long to fall into a deep slumber.
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The room is cloudy, light seems to come from everywhere and yet at the same time no direction at all. I slowly turn around everything in all directions is a shade of white. I look down to see if where I stand has anything different to offer. The “floor” is of the same nature as everything else around, but I find my first glimpse of color. A luscious intense blue that seems to shine of its own accord, from the tips of my shoes that peek out beneath the full skirt of the dress I am wearing. I look down my front to find I am attired in a dress, low cut at the bodice and I feel it is backless. My hands are in cased sheer pale blue gloves that end at the bend of my arms.
I spin about just for the feel of my dress swishing about my legs. As I complete my turn, I see a man in a black suit in the distance with his back to me. From his stance, I feel I know him from somewhere. His hair is black, with a short military cut and, as if on cue, I hear music begin to play. The tune seems familiar and soothing and I place it as a waltz.
I take but one step forward, but the next moment I am behind him, he turns as if expecting me and slightly bows at the waist, putting his hand out for mine. I take it and step forward into his arms. As we dance, I look him over, trying to place where I know him. He has intense blue eyes, black hair forming a small widow’s peak on the center of his forehead and ears that are a bit too noticeable because of his severe haircut. Then he smiles at me with a huge grin that speaks of great delight and his eyes seem to twinkle with hidden humor, which only makes me smile back unable to deny him any kind of happiness as I sense he often is not as happy as he pretends.
His features are not that of a young man but pleasant to look upon, his body is solid muscle, muscular but not muscle bound. He exudes a strength that seems to go beyond his physical form and moves with the limberness and grace of a professional dancer. We glide about in the soft cloudy white, our bodies in sync with each other and the music. I feel so content to move in his arms, like this is where I have always wanted to be. I feel his sturdy warmth next to me and I shiver with delight. He pauses with concern in his eyes and find I can do nothing but smile back at him at his consideration and lean into his warmth putting my head upon his shoulder and close my eyes. His strong arms surround me and as he pulls me a fraction closer, I smell leather and that scent that is so uniquely and wonderfully him. This feels so right, but I also feel that there should be something more.
The music stops and I cringe at the thought of him leaving. I look up into his eyes as he steps back and they mirror my own. Our eyes remain locked and without a word, he leans in to capture my lips. His lips are warm and soft, so gentle yet firm, his arms pull me in tighter and I feel like I am melting at the heat of his touch. Feeling daring and bold, I open my mouth to his kiss and run my tongue along his bottom lip.
He gently releases me to look into my eyes. His eyes are almost glowing with passion and looking into those eyes, his name comes to my lips in a breathless whisper, “Doctor.”
His eyes looked into mine ensnaring my gaze, demanding to know the intentions of my heart.
Slowly almost hesitantly, he brings his hands up to cup my face, his eyes asking what his lips will not. He sees my need there, the desire, the want to join him so he no longer must walk a solitary path. His lips descend upon mine firm, intense, warm and soft.
I feel his hand slide down my back to tangle in my hair to give him better access to my lips as his other hand gently caresses me. My hands refuse to remain idle, I can no longer contain them and as if of their own power they slide across his torso behind his shoulders and into his hair pulling us even closer together as I caress his shoulders and hair feeling the tension building between us. Time almost seems to stand still as we kiss.
I can feel his body so powerful and seductive, our tongues tangle engaging and dueling sometimes aggressive sometimes leisurely at play. I can feel my world narrowing to feel and touch, it is bliss just to hold him and be held by him, something we have so long denied ourselves.
Our lips separate as our foreheads touch, breathing in each other’s breath. His hands drift down my body, which shivers at his touch. I see his soft smile at my reaction to him. He moves slowly, knowing I am helpless in his arms. I know even as I register these sensations that he has taken in each shudder, each scent, each taste and touch in ways I can only imagine. I smile at the contentment I see in his face even as my fingers seek the buttons on his shirt. My nipples harden at the thought of his naked flesh against mine.
I feel his hands on my back unlatching my bra and moving forward, the calluses on his fingertips tantalizing my sides as his thumbs come up to torment my breasts. I gasp with confusion as he suddenly releases me. Then he is sweeping me from my feet to carry me to the king size bed that has appeared near us. He sets me down like I am made of fine china and begins to remove my dress. Slowly, so tauntingly slow, as if daring me to ask him to go faster or stop. I whimper as my bust is revealed to his hungry gaze and hungrier mouth. My back arches to maximize the sensations he is building in me, I move my hands to tighten on his neck to prevent what I know is an undesired escape.
I once again tremble at the exquisite sensations his tongue and hands are generating. He looks up and his lips recapture mine, though this time it is not the gentle almost playful kiss of before but one of hunger and need too long suppressed. It is his turn to shiver as I undo his pants even as his hands work at removing my skirt. Without a word, needed we stand and shed the last of our clothing, impatient with the final barriers to our passion.
With clothes removed, we stand in frank assessment of each other’s nakedness, the room now silent but for our panting breaths. His hands in one quick motion are clasping me to him as body weight and momentum carry us to the bed’s surface.
His body is solid and muscular beneath my hands, which roam his body freely. Then, as quickly as he bore us to the bed, he is down my body. Almost before my whirling mind can catch up, he is nuzzling at the juncture of my thighs and caressing my hips and bottom with his strong hands. My legs separate, inviting him in to sample the nectar he seeks, an invitation he is quick to accept. I gasp as his warm breath comes in contact with my womanhood and he looks up at me with the grin of a boy about to raid the cookie jar, a look of delight sparkling in his eyes.
Before I can react he is latched upon my clit, gently sucking and teasing me till there is only wave upon wave of pleasure ripping through me. I gasp and arch, attempting to allow him even greater access, and then there is just the mind numbing pleasure of my orgasm as he continues his feverish nibbling until my body turns to whimpering jelly. He slows at his task, allowing me to begin to return from the peaks he has driven me to; I feel his hands gripping my hips and sigh knowing that this was but the beginning. He begins trailing kisses over my still trembling belly as he works his way up my body, my skin shivering at his passionate assault. He stops and smiles up at me, God he has such a beautiful smile, then recaptures my breast in his lips as his fingers torment the other one, drawing a whimper from me.
I tremble again at the sensations he is coaxing from me, but my body is demanding that which he has yet to provide. I try to pull him the rest of the way up; he gently resists shaking his head doing delightful things to his mouthful of breast, indicating his unwillingness to be hurried. His teeth graze across my nipple. I can but moan, wanting to feel him in my depths, to fill me fully. I can feel him hard against my thigh but he will not be rushed and proceeds to torment my other breast for a moment longer before moving into position to give me what I am craving.
He moves at my entrance locking his gaze into mine again, asking with his eyes if this is what I want, I whimper and squirm beneath him trying to draw him in, I close my eyes and as I do I feel his hand on my cheek wordlessly telling me of his desire to see my eyes again. I peel them open impatiently only to have them close again involuntarily at the intense pleasure of him driving forward. I lay trembling as the first wave of pleasure begins to ebb only for him to move again and reignite my core.
Somewhere far away I here his moans of pleasure and smile at this man who can make me feel so loved. Wave after wave of bliss begins to bombard my senses; I can’t get enough of him and arch beneath him trying to bring him even deeper, now constantly crying out at each thrust. Thoughts are lost completely now to the feeling of him moving within me, driving us ever further up the spiral to the peak where we both will fly, to that point where there is only blinding ecstasy that washes away the universe. Then we are there, cresting, blazing, igniting suspended in that slice of eternity. Slowly our senses begin to return and the dance comes full circle as sleep overtakes our bodies.
Hours later Rose wakes with a sob as she remembers her dream and knows it was just a dream regardless of how sweet. As the pang of loss lessened she was glad to see at least the beautiful room she had been given wasn’t as much of a chimera and so maybe some day her dream could come true.
Chapter 09a - Denial (NC-17)
Moving Forward Index 1