Fic: The Journal 1/9
Title: The Journal
Summary: Rose gets more than she bargained for when she finds the Doctor's journal............
Rating: Adult
Characters: Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor
Genres: BDSM, Fluff, Graphic Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
A/N: AU, Non Canon, a bit Kinky. Another fic I wrote a while ago that has been languishing on my hard drive for way too long.
Chapter One
Rose stepped into the TARDIS, feeling a little apprehensive to say the least. She looked around the empty console room, and felt sort of relieved that the Doctor wasn’t there. Unsure of what she would say when she saw him she sank into one of the chairs with a sigh, she felt a little bit ashamed of herself and more than just a little bit angry with herself for reacting in the way she had. Dread was building up inside her, but she knew she had to face him. He’d sounded a little angry with her when he had phoned her at her Mum’s flat and told her, in no uncertain terms, to come back to the TARDIS. She had to face him, of course, no getting away from that. Rose stood up and walked towards the door that led to the sleeping quarters, the corridor was empty, still no sign of the Doctor then. With a sigh she pushed open her bedroom door and entered.
Twenty four hours earlier it had been her that had been feeling a little bit angry, well not exactly angry more like slightly miffed. The Doctor had spent most of the three previous days in the crawl space under the console, yet again, probably for the millionth time, trying to fix the Chameleon circuit. She didn’t know why he bothered, it had been stuck that way for years, decades he’d said, and in any case Rose thought it was quite quaint the way the TARDIS always rematerialised into the police phone box. Now and again the Doctor would get all obsessive about it and would start stripping the circuits again, not that he ever had any success.
After spending 3 days virtually alone, entertaining herself, Rose had had enough. She’d woke alone, ate her meals alone, spent the whole day wandering around the TARDIS yearning for some conversation, well some conversation other than “Pass me the sonic screwdriver” or “Ouch!” when he banged his head on the grating, and each night, had gone to bed alone, spending the entire night in his big bed alone wishing he would come and curl up around her like he usually did. Deciding that his repair work had gone on long enough, she strode purposely into the control room and had bent down and peered at the Doctor through the grills. As usual he was flat on his back, screwdriver in his mouth, with some leads in his hands trying to reconnect them.
Rose lowered herself down to his level, and wriggled until she was positioned at the side of him. There was only enough room to lay on her side, the Doctor turned to her, smiled and said a muffled “Could you pass me the laser de-coupler , its down by your feet”, he still had the sonic screwdriver in his mouth. Rose reached down and managed to reach something or other that could possibly be a laser de-coupler and passed it over to the Doctor. “Is this what you want?” she asked.
“Brilliant” he said, taking the sonic screwdriver out of his mouth and replacing it with the de-coupler. The Doctor had divulged of his usual jacket, shirt and t-shirt and was down to his undershirt. Rose inhaled, he obviously hadn’t had a shower since he started stripping the circuit and smelled slightly musky. Not sweaty or bad, Rose quite like the smell actually, it was slightly earthy, with a slight hint of sweat, but with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. After sleeping alone for the last 3 nights, Rose found it quite a turn on, and she inhaled deeper, taking in more of his unique scent. The familiar tingling in her groin began and she thought about how this was the longest she had slept alone, or been without making love to the Doctor, since he had regenerated. At the time things had been slightly stilted between them and Rose had taken to sleeping in her own bed again for a few weeks. It had taken her a while to become accustomed to his changed appearance and to accept the fact that yes, he was still the same Doctor, the same mind, just a different body. Eventually though, she had returned to his bed, and things had continued where they had left off.
That first time had been a little nerve wracking, for Rose anyway. The Doctor had seemed his usual confident self, breaking into that great smile of his when she had entered his room that night. Things had progressed and Rose had realised that there was certain advantages to be had in his obvious oral fixation…..
Laying under the TARDIS console, as uncomfortable as it was, close to the Doctor, her Doctor, only served to remind her just how much she had been missing these last three days. As the Doctor reached up above his head to begin stripping yet another set of wiring, Rose noticed his undershirt riding up, exposing the hairs on his belly. Shifting a little, she managed to extricate her hand enough to place it on his belly, and began to twirl the dark hairs round her fingers. Shifting again, she brought her leg up and placed it across his body, reaching up with her hand under his shirt and finding his nipple. She snuggled closer and put her head under his arm. His aroma was strong and she inhaled deeply, God he smells so good, she thought, the tingling in her groin growing. She ran her finger around his nipple, then after getting no response, she tweaked it, perhaps a little too hard because he jumped.
“Rose, please, do you mind?” He gave her a look of mild irritation and brushed her hand away from his chest.
“Sorry” she said and put the tip of her tongue in between her teeth, giving him a little smile and lowered her eyes. Rose moved her hand down from his belly and hooked a finger into the waistband of his trousers, gently stroking the hairs that lay there. When she had no response she unhooked his trousers, pulled his zip down and slipped her hand into his underwear. At the same time she gave him a little kiss on his neck, then licked his ear, a part of his anatomy always guaranteed to get a reaction.
The Doctor took his attention away from the wires he was stripping and moved her hand away. “Rose, please. I have to get this finished. I think I know what the problem is now. Just give me a couple of hours to finish then I will be all yours”. Rose sighed. Oh he was so damn infuriating at times she thought. “Fine” she said, maybe a little too forcefully. “I’ll just go and entertain myself, AGAIN, shall I?”. But the Doctors attention was already back onto the job in hand. Rose sighed again and wiggled out of the crawl space, pulling herself back up onto the floor. Brilliant, she thought, another bloody day by myself.
Summary: Rose gets more than she bargained for when she finds the Doctor's journal............
Rating: Adult
Characters: Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor
Genres: BDSM, Fluff, Graphic Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
A/N: AU, Non Canon, a bit Kinky. Another fic I wrote a while ago that has been languishing on my hard drive for way too long.
Chapter One
Rose stepped into the TARDIS, feeling a little apprehensive to say the least. She looked around the empty console room, and felt sort of relieved that the Doctor wasn’t there. Unsure of what she would say when she saw him she sank into one of the chairs with a sigh, she felt a little bit ashamed of herself and more than just a little bit angry with herself for reacting in the way she had. Dread was building up inside her, but she knew she had to face him. He’d sounded a little angry with her when he had phoned her at her Mum’s flat and told her, in no uncertain terms, to come back to the TARDIS. She had to face him, of course, no getting away from that. Rose stood up and walked towards the door that led to the sleeping quarters, the corridor was empty, still no sign of the Doctor then. With a sigh she pushed open her bedroom door and entered.
Twenty four hours earlier it had been her that had been feeling a little bit angry, well not exactly angry more like slightly miffed. The Doctor had spent most of the three previous days in the crawl space under the console, yet again, probably for the millionth time, trying to fix the Chameleon circuit. She didn’t know why he bothered, it had been stuck that way for years, decades he’d said, and in any case Rose thought it was quite quaint the way the TARDIS always rematerialised into the police phone box. Now and again the Doctor would get all obsessive about it and would start stripping the circuits again, not that he ever had any success.
After spending 3 days virtually alone, entertaining herself, Rose had had enough. She’d woke alone, ate her meals alone, spent the whole day wandering around the TARDIS yearning for some conversation, well some conversation other than “Pass me the sonic screwdriver” or “Ouch!” when he banged his head on the grating, and each night, had gone to bed alone, spending the entire night in his big bed alone wishing he would come and curl up around her like he usually did. Deciding that his repair work had gone on long enough, she strode purposely into the control room and had bent down and peered at the Doctor through the grills. As usual he was flat on his back, screwdriver in his mouth, with some leads in his hands trying to reconnect them.
Rose lowered herself down to his level, and wriggled until she was positioned at the side of him. There was only enough room to lay on her side, the Doctor turned to her, smiled and said a muffled “Could you pass me the laser de-coupler , its down by your feet”, he still had the sonic screwdriver in his mouth. Rose reached down and managed to reach something or other that could possibly be a laser de-coupler and passed it over to the Doctor. “Is this what you want?” she asked.
“Brilliant” he said, taking the sonic screwdriver out of his mouth and replacing it with the de-coupler. The Doctor had divulged of his usual jacket, shirt and t-shirt and was down to his undershirt. Rose inhaled, he obviously hadn’t had a shower since he started stripping the circuit and smelled slightly musky. Not sweaty or bad, Rose quite like the smell actually, it was slightly earthy, with a slight hint of sweat, but with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. After sleeping alone for the last 3 nights, Rose found it quite a turn on, and she inhaled deeper, taking in more of his unique scent. The familiar tingling in her groin began and she thought about how this was the longest she had slept alone, or been without making love to the Doctor, since he had regenerated. At the time things had been slightly stilted between them and Rose had taken to sleeping in her own bed again for a few weeks. It had taken her a while to become accustomed to his changed appearance and to accept the fact that yes, he was still the same Doctor, the same mind, just a different body. Eventually though, she had returned to his bed, and things had continued where they had left off.
That first time had been a little nerve wracking, for Rose anyway. The Doctor had seemed his usual confident self, breaking into that great smile of his when she had entered his room that night. Things had progressed and Rose had realised that there was certain advantages to be had in his obvious oral fixation…..
Laying under the TARDIS console, as uncomfortable as it was, close to the Doctor, her Doctor, only served to remind her just how much she had been missing these last three days. As the Doctor reached up above his head to begin stripping yet another set of wiring, Rose noticed his undershirt riding up, exposing the hairs on his belly. Shifting a little, she managed to extricate her hand enough to place it on his belly, and began to twirl the dark hairs round her fingers. Shifting again, she brought her leg up and placed it across his body, reaching up with her hand under his shirt and finding his nipple. She snuggled closer and put her head under his arm. His aroma was strong and she inhaled deeply, God he smells so good, she thought, the tingling in her groin growing. She ran her finger around his nipple, then after getting no response, she tweaked it, perhaps a little too hard because he jumped.
“Rose, please, do you mind?” He gave her a look of mild irritation and brushed her hand away from his chest.
“Sorry” she said and put the tip of her tongue in between her teeth, giving him a little smile and lowered her eyes. Rose moved her hand down from his belly and hooked a finger into the waistband of his trousers, gently stroking the hairs that lay there. When she had no response she unhooked his trousers, pulled his zip down and slipped her hand into his underwear. At the same time she gave him a little kiss on his neck, then licked his ear, a part of his anatomy always guaranteed to get a reaction.
The Doctor took his attention away from the wires he was stripping and moved her hand away. “Rose, please. I have to get this finished. I think I know what the problem is now. Just give me a couple of hours to finish then I will be all yours”. Rose sighed. Oh he was so damn infuriating at times she thought. “Fine” she said, maybe a little too forcefully. “I’ll just go and entertain myself, AGAIN, shall I?”. But the Doctors attention was already back onto the job in hand. Rose sighed again and wiggled out of the crawl space, pulling herself back up onto the floor. Brilliant, she thought, another bloody day by myself.