Fic: Dreamers Never Lie 1/?
Title: Dreamers Never Lie
Characters: Nine/Rose
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut, PWP
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my soul. That belongs to Christopher Eccleston. Doctor Who on the other hand belongs to the Beeb and O'l Rusty..
Summary: …And then Rose thought her heart was going to stop when she heard the Doctor moan out her name.
A/N: Beta'd by the Queen of Nine/Rose smut herself,
lillibetm3
Dreamers Never Lie 1/?
After thirty six continuous hours working under the console, Rose had finally persuaded the Doctor to take a break. Wearily he pulled himself out from under the grating and accepted the cup of tea which Rose had brought with her.
He was dirty, grease was smeared along his brow. He didn’t smell too fresh either, and his red jumper was now peppered with holes and burn marks.
Dark rings under his red blood shot eyes emphasised his tiredness and his hand shook slightly as he took the cup of tea and raised it to his lips. He took a large mouthful then ambled over and sat down next to Rose who had perched herself on the jump seat.
Tired as he was he couldn’t help feeling a warmth spread through him as he sat next to Rose. She was fresh out of the shower; her hair was still damp, and she wore it pulled back into a loose pony tail. Stray tendrils had escaped and trailed down past her ear giving her an adorable look that the Doctor loved. She had faded blue check flannel pyjamas on and her feet were bare. Her face scrubbed of its usual armour of makeup looked fresh and rosy; the Doctor loved seeing her natural beauty and couldn’t understand why she would want to cover it up every day with thick coats of foundation and mascara.
Sighing, he drained his mug and stood up, rubbing his back. He was aching, tired and in need of a shower and sleep. Bidding Rose goodnight he walked out of the control room and headed for his quarters. The Doctor was never one to admit to fatigue, so Rose knew that he was exhausted to seek rest willingly. She only hoped that he wouldn’t be plagued with his usual nightmares. On several occasions she had heard him crying out and gone to wake him to find him dreaming in the depths of despair.
****
A couple of hours later Rose was drifting off to sleep when she thought she heard something. A second muffled sound brought her fully awake and she sat up in bed listening carefully.
The TARDIS had been quiet for more than an hour. She had heard the Doctor moving around in his quarters across the hallway; he had stuck his head around her door and said goodnight after his shower. But for a while now the only sound had been the constant hum of the TARDIS herself as she held herself in the vortex.
Another noise, this time a recognisable moan, galvanised her into action. She pushed back the quilt and swung her legs out of bed. The Doctor was dreaming again she realised. She crossed her room and went into the hallway preparing to go and wake the Doctor. His nightmares were terrible, and even though he had never described them to her; she knew instinctively that he was recalling the war. He would thrash about, crying and at times screaming and each time Rose found him that way she would gentle shake him, waking him and reassuring him then would stay with him until he drifted off back to sleep.
Rose crossed the hallway and paused outside the Doctor’s door. She put her hand on the door knob about to enter when she noticed the door wasn’t quite closed properly. There was a gap of about an inch which light streamed through, illuminating the darkened hallway slightly. She put her hand on the door and peeked through the gap before moving to enter the room. What she saw left her frozen to the spot.
The Doctor was stretched out on his bed, completely naked. Rose felt her heart thudding in her chest as her eyes took in the sight before her. The Doctor had one arm resting under his head and one of his legs was tangled in the white sheets. She could see the dark tufts of hair under his raised arm. Her eyes travelled to his chest and she took in the lean defined shape of his torso. His firm belly was covered with a smattering of hair which got thicker and darker as it travelled down. His legs were toned and muscular, so very long and firm, elegant even. His physique was like the well defined frame of an athlete.
But it was his groin to which her eyes were drawn. His hand was wrapped around his penis and he was gently pleasuring himself. Rose felt her cheeks burn as she stared at him. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as she watch him slowly move his hand along his length. For a moment Rose was surprised that he looked so human down there. His penis was large and very human looking. There were tufts of dark hair around the base which extended to his balls, those too looked extraordinarily ordinary. She wasn’t sure what she had expected to see, but other than his double heartbeats, there was no other sign that he was an alien.
Rose stood transfixed, unable to do anything other than stare. As the Doctor’s movements increased in pace slightly Rose realised that so had her breathing. The Doctor let out a deep moan and his legs entwined in his sheets some more and Rose felt her temperature rocket and suddenly she realised just how much this display was affecting her. Her nipples hardened under her pyjama top and she felt the beginnings of a throb between her legs.
The Doctor’s hips began to buck and Rose noticed his hand tighten in its grip around his penis. As his excitement increased Rose was positive that his penis looked larger, somewhat thicker. She could see the dark veins standing out, straining against the skin. As he stroked his thumb across the swollen head a bead of wetness, his fluids, leaked away and Rose bit her lip wondering just what he would taste like, what he would feel like in her mouth.
She could feel herself getting wetter and she realised that her hand had strayed down to her pyjama bottoms. Watching the Doctor like this, with her hidden in the shadows of the hallway was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. A tiny part of her mind through out a spike of guilt that she was invading his privacy by remaining where she was but then the Doctor let out another exquisite sounding moan and all thoughts of guilt and shame were driven from her mind.
Rose could tell he was getting close now and she wondered if he could come in the same way that human men did. His hand was stroking himself rapidly; his other hand was twisting a handful of the sheets at his side and she could see the grip was making his knuckles white. His legs were pushing down on the bed as his hips thrust upwards into his hand. She could hear his breath coming in sharp gasps.
She wondered what imagery was filling his mind at that moment. Was he thinking of a long lost lover from his home world? Or was he imagining some exotic alien such as Jabe? She cast her mind back to Platform one and remembered the Doctor’s flirting with the beautiful alien. But then a moment later the Doctor thrust up one more time, his body began to quiver and he climaxed…
…And then Rose thought her heart was going to stop when she heard the Doctor moan out her name.
Characters: Nine/Rose
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut, PWP
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my soul. That belongs to Christopher Eccleston. Doctor Who on the other hand belongs to the Beeb and O'l Rusty..
Summary: …And then Rose thought her heart was going to stop when she heard the Doctor moan out her name.
A/N: Beta'd by the Queen of Nine/Rose smut herself,
lillibetm3
Dreamers Never Lie 1/?
After thirty six continuous hours working under the console, Rose had finally persuaded the Doctor to take a break. Wearily he pulled himself out from under the grating and accepted the cup of tea which Rose had brought with her.
He was dirty, grease was smeared along his brow. He didn’t smell too fresh either, and his red jumper was now peppered with holes and burn marks.
Dark rings under his red blood shot eyes emphasised his tiredness and his hand shook slightly as he took the cup of tea and raised it to his lips. He took a large mouthful then ambled over and sat down next to Rose who had perched herself on the jump seat.
Tired as he was he couldn’t help feeling a warmth spread through him as he sat next to Rose. She was fresh out of the shower; her hair was still damp, and she wore it pulled back into a loose pony tail. Stray tendrils had escaped and trailed down past her ear giving her an adorable look that the Doctor loved. She had faded blue check flannel pyjamas on and her feet were bare. Her face scrubbed of its usual armour of makeup looked fresh and rosy; the Doctor loved seeing her natural beauty and couldn’t understand why she would want to cover it up every day with thick coats of foundation and mascara.
Sighing, he drained his mug and stood up, rubbing his back. He was aching, tired and in need of a shower and sleep. Bidding Rose goodnight he walked out of the control room and headed for his quarters. The Doctor was never one to admit to fatigue, so Rose knew that he was exhausted to seek rest willingly. She only hoped that he wouldn’t be plagued with his usual nightmares. On several occasions she had heard him crying out and gone to wake him to find him dreaming in the depths of despair.
****
A couple of hours later Rose was drifting off to sleep when she thought she heard something. A second muffled sound brought her fully awake and she sat up in bed listening carefully.
The TARDIS had been quiet for more than an hour. She had heard the Doctor moving around in his quarters across the hallway; he had stuck his head around her door and said goodnight after his shower. But for a while now the only sound had been the constant hum of the TARDIS herself as she held herself in the vortex.
Another noise, this time a recognisable moan, galvanised her into action. She pushed back the quilt and swung her legs out of bed. The Doctor was dreaming again she realised. She crossed her room and went into the hallway preparing to go and wake the Doctor. His nightmares were terrible, and even though he had never described them to her; she knew instinctively that he was recalling the war. He would thrash about, crying and at times screaming and each time Rose found him that way she would gentle shake him, waking him and reassuring him then would stay with him until he drifted off back to sleep.
Rose crossed the hallway and paused outside the Doctor’s door. She put her hand on the door knob about to enter when she noticed the door wasn’t quite closed properly. There was a gap of about an inch which light streamed through, illuminating the darkened hallway slightly. She put her hand on the door and peeked through the gap before moving to enter the room. What she saw left her frozen to the spot.
The Doctor was stretched out on his bed, completely naked. Rose felt her heart thudding in her chest as her eyes took in the sight before her. The Doctor had one arm resting under his head and one of his legs was tangled in the white sheets. She could see the dark tufts of hair under his raised arm. Her eyes travelled to his chest and she took in the lean defined shape of his torso. His firm belly was covered with a smattering of hair which got thicker and darker as it travelled down. His legs were toned and muscular, so very long and firm, elegant even. His physique was like the well defined frame of an athlete.
But it was his groin to which her eyes were drawn. His hand was wrapped around his penis and he was gently pleasuring himself. Rose felt her cheeks burn as she stared at him. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as she watch him slowly move his hand along his length. For a moment Rose was surprised that he looked so human down there. His penis was large and very human looking. There were tufts of dark hair around the base which extended to his balls, those too looked extraordinarily ordinary. She wasn’t sure what she had expected to see, but other than his double heartbeats, there was no other sign that he was an alien.
Rose stood transfixed, unable to do anything other than stare. As the Doctor’s movements increased in pace slightly Rose realised that so had her breathing. The Doctor let out a deep moan and his legs entwined in his sheets some more and Rose felt her temperature rocket and suddenly she realised just how much this display was affecting her. Her nipples hardened under her pyjama top and she felt the beginnings of a throb between her legs.
The Doctor’s hips began to buck and Rose noticed his hand tighten in its grip around his penis. As his excitement increased Rose was positive that his penis looked larger, somewhat thicker. She could see the dark veins standing out, straining against the skin. As he stroked his thumb across the swollen head a bead of wetness, his fluids, leaked away and Rose bit her lip wondering just what he would taste like, what he would feel like in her mouth.
She could feel herself getting wetter and she realised that her hand had strayed down to her pyjama bottoms. Watching the Doctor like this, with her hidden in the shadows of the hallway was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. A tiny part of her mind through out a spike of guilt that she was invading his privacy by remaining where she was but then the Doctor let out another exquisite sounding moan and all thoughts of guilt and shame were driven from her mind.
Rose could tell he was getting close now and she wondered if he could come in the same way that human men did. His hand was stroking himself rapidly; his other hand was twisting a handful of the sheets at his side and she could see the grip was making his knuckles white. His legs were pushing down on the bed as his hips thrust upwards into his hand. She could hear his breath coming in sharp gasps.
She wondered what imagery was filling his mind at that moment. Was he thinking of a long lost lover from his home world? Or was he imagining some exotic alien such as Jabe? She cast her mind back to Platform one and remembered the Doctor’s flirting with the beautiful alien. But then a moment later the Doctor thrust up one more time, his body began to quiver and he climaxed…
…And then Rose thought her heart was going to stop when she heard the Doctor moan out her name.