Frustration pt.2
Fic: Frustration Pt. 2
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: NC-17 pt.2 PG-13
Author: Rogueguitar13
((The smutt will come in pt 3 I promise!))
"The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life"- Broken by Lifehouse
The Doctor paused for a moment, yes it was best for him to choose his next words carefully.
She had him feeling like he was caught under a twentieth century interrogation lamp.
"Great how in the worlds am I going to get out of this?"
He looked down at the worn floor panels and his scuffed Converse, spying a loose circut in the stabilization unit.
"Would you hold that thought for a bit?"
Bending down he picked up the sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the circut.
"So that's why I've been feeling a bit queer every time we come out of the vortex! The Rotor Control is on the fritz again!"
Adjusting the setting, he then moved the misplaced navigation panel to the floor and somehow managed to wedge himself back into the small crawl space.
"So you're just going to play with the TARDIS again and not answer me?"
Rose asked this as she knelt down next to the space beneath the consol. She leaned back against his legs and sighed.
"When are you ever going to take a break?"
Pushing her hair back out of her eyes; she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have his hands touching her instead of her own.
"It's not like the old girl will fix herself, you know that." He stated this as though there were no other obvious answer. In truth, this was the farthest thing from his mind. Gods... how long was she going to do this?
He had never been a praying man but he would pray to any diety if it got her warmth closer to him.
"What do you want to do, come on anything; just tell me and its yours."
He sat up again slowly from the cramped conduit and put a hand against her back.
Something just didn't sit right in his girl today and he wasn't talking about the TARDIS.
"Rose... whats wrong?"
"Doctor... I can hear you." She said quietly.
"What?" He pulled his hand back as if she had burned him.
"I know you've been having nightmares, you don't have to talk about it but maybe you need a break."
"Nightmares... Rose what are you on about? I haven't had nightmares since I was eight years old."
"You don't need to lie to me. I won't laugh at you."
She said this innocently enough that he wished for a moment that it was nightmares.
Nightmares! He almost laughed aloud at the suggestion. If only life were that simple, he would have been able to explain away alot of things.
"Right then." He said this as he stood up and rubbed his hands together.
"Say I am having nightmares... why are you listening?"
"Well..."
"Come on there. What're you doing up so late at night?"
"Ah hah! Turned the tables now didn't I luv?" He thought inwardly smirking like a thief.
"I can't sleep when I hear you crying."
"Gods why do I have to do this? I knew I heard feet outside my door! Thank whatever entity out there that she didn't walk in on me! Oh great that would have been one hell of a difficult thing to explain away. I can just hear it now! ' Doctor what ever are you crying....OH... God I'm so sorry! ' "
He could just see her running from the room disgusted and humiliated.
"I can just tell what she'll think, ' He was wanking! God I heard him... he got off calling my name! ' ."
"Ah... I see. To be honest, I don't recall even waking up so it must not be that bad."
He tried to shrug off the feeling of her eyes boring into his sick nine-hundred plus year old mind.
"Lets just forget about it for now shall we? Come on then! Choose a place for us to go and we'll be off to it."
"Alright then, but promise me you'll take a sleep tablet tonight? I don't mean just a short nap for you either, I want you to sleep a full eight hours got it?" She said this as he helped her up from the floor.
"Rose... eight hours of sleep? I'm a Time Lord, eight hours of doing nothing is like telling a kid he can just look at a sucker and not eat it! I need to do something with managing time; its what I am, managing time is in the blood for pete's sake."
He started to place the panel back over the navigation consol's front as she leaned against the side, his eyes travel up her lengthy legs, to the folds of the light cotton, that really was more like a shift than a dress.
Was it just his imagination or was it suddenly warmer. He quickly went over to the environmental controls and reduced the temperature to 23.3 degrees (74 degrees in US).
Damn his thoughts and damn her for being so innocent! If only Mickey could have just... No! He couldn't bear to entertain thoughts of that happening.
The frustration was continuing to grow and if he didn't resolve it soon, he was likely to burst with pent up need!.
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: NC-17 pt.2 PG-13
Author: Rogueguitar13
((The smutt will come in pt 3 I promise!))
"The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life"- Broken by Lifehouse
The Doctor paused for a moment, yes it was best for him to choose his next words carefully.
She had him feeling like he was caught under a twentieth century interrogation lamp.
"Great how in the worlds am I going to get out of this?"
He looked down at the worn floor panels and his scuffed Converse, spying a loose circut in the stabilization unit.
"Would you hold that thought for a bit?"
Bending down he picked up the sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the circut.
"So that's why I've been feeling a bit queer every time we come out of the vortex! The Rotor Control is on the fritz again!"
Adjusting the setting, he then moved the misplaced navigation panel to the floor and somehow managed to wedge himself back into the small crawl space.
"So you're just going to play with the TARDIS again and not answer me?"
Rose asked this as she knelt down next to the space beneath the consol. She leaned back against his legs and sighed.
"When are you ever going to take a break?"
Pushing her hair back out of her eyes; she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have his hands touching her instead of her own.
"It's not like the old girl will fix herself, you know that." He stated this as though there were no other obvious answer. In truth, this was the farthest thing from his mind. Gods... how long was she going to do this?
He had never been a praying man but he would pray to any diety if it got her warmth closer to him.
"What do you want to do, come on anything; just tell me and its yours."
He sat up again slowly from the cramped conduit and put a hand against her back.
Something just didn't sit right in his girl today and he wasn't talking about the TARDIS.
"Rose... whats wrong?"
"Doctor... I can hear you." She said quietly.
"What?" He pulled his hand back as if she had burned him.
"I know you've been having nightmares, you don't have to talk about it but maybe you need a break."
"Nightmares... Rose what are you on about? I haven't had nightmares since I was eight years old."
"You don't need to lie to me. I won't laugh at you."
She said this innocently enough that he wished for a moment that it was nightmares.
Nightmares! He almost laughed aloud at the suggestion. If only life were that simple, he would have been able to explain away alot of things.
"Right then." He said this as he stood up and rubbed his hands together.
"Say I am having nightmares... why are you listening?"
"Well..."
"Come on there. What're you doing up so late at night?"
"Ah hah! Turned the tables now didn't I luv?" He thought inwardly smirking like a thief.
"I can't sleep when I hear you crying."
"Gods why do I have to do this? I knew I heard feet outside my door! Thank whatever entity out there that she didn't walk in on me! Oh great that would have been one hell of a difficult thing to explain away. I can just hear it now! ' Doctor what ever are you crying....OH... God I'm so sorry! ' "
He could just see her running from the room disgusted and humiliated.
"I can just tell what she'll think, ' He was wanking! God I heard him... he got off calling my name! ' ."
"Ah... I see. To be honest, I don't recall even waking up so it must not be that bad."
He tried to shrug off the feeling of her eyes boring into his sick nine-hundred plus year old mind.
"Lets just forget about it for now shall we? Come on then! Choose a place for us to go and we'll be off to it."
"Alright then, but promise me you'll take a sleep tablet tonight? I don't mean just a short nap for you either, I want you to sleep a full eight hours got it?" She said this as he helped her up from the floor.
"Rose... eight hours of sleep? I'm a Time Lord, eight hours of doing nothing is like telling a kid he can just look at a sucker and not eat it! I need to do something with managing time; its what I am, managing time is in the blood for pete's sake."
He started to place the panel back over the navigation consol's front as she leaned against the side, his eyes travel up her lengthy legs, to the folds of the light cotton, that really was more like a shift than a dress.
Was it just his imagination or was it suddenly warmer. He quickly went over to the environmental controls and reduced the temperature to 23.3 degrees (74 degrees in US).
Damn his thoughts and damn her for being so innocent! If only Mickey could have just... No! He couldn't bear to entertain thoughts of that happening.
The frustration was continuing to grow and if he didn't resolve it soon, he was likely to burst with pent up need!.