Fic: Dreamers Never Lie 2/?
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
Chapter One here
Chapter Two
‘Rose’
Her name had slipped out almost a whisper from the Doctor’s lips. His body had tensed, his hand had slowed and he had thrust up with his hips as he fallen headlong into the throes of ecstasy. His climax seemed to have lasted an eternity, far longer than Rose would ever have thought possible and from the look on his face the Doctor had been lost to it, unable to do anything other than experience that moment.
Rose stood rooted to the spot. It was as if her body had lost the ability to move of its own accord. She was transfixed; staring at the Doctor and the most erotic display she had ever seen. Then awareness began to dawn on her again and she realised what she had just witnessed.
‘Rose’
The Doctor had been imagining her, fantasising if you will. It had been her image that had filled his mind as he climaxed, her image that had brought him to that state of desire. She realised she was shaking, she felt dizzy and breathless. Her mind was screaming at her to move away, go back to her room, go into his, tell him, keep it a secret, and throw herself at him, all at the same time. She couldn’t think straight and she closed her eyes and forced herself to draw in a calming breath.
Opening her eyes she peered through the door again. The Doctor was sprawled boneless on the bed. His hand was rested on at his groin and his eyes were closed. Rose could see his semen splashed over his hand, belly and chest. She stared awhile; mesmerised at the translucence of it; it almost seemed to shimmer in the half light.
Realising that the Doctor would soon be moving to clean himself up - and not wanting to have to explain to him what she was doing standing outside his door - Rose quietly backed away and crossed the hallway back to own room. Carefully she closed her door, slowly turning the knob so that the door wouldn’t make an audible click. With that she leaned back against it and sighed, running her hands through her hair.
Rose slipped back into bed and began to try and make sense of what she'd seen. During these few months with the Doctor she had wondered from time to time if he was capable of anything like that. On more than one occasion she had let her imagination run wild and wondered what the Doctor looked like underneath the denim and leather. He looked so human outwardly but she knew he was alien and if he had two hearts, well who knew what he had under his clothes.
And more than that, she had wondered about his feelings for her. They seemed to swing from mild irritation to a desperation that was so intense that he would hold her so tightly that she couldn’t breath. She had wondered if he could ever find her as attractive as she had come to find him. There was something about that smile of his, the way it lit up his face, which would send her heart fluttering in her chest.
Now that her questions had been answered she couldn't help but wonder if knowing was perhaps worse than being in the dark. She didn’t know what to do, whether to confront him, or drop hints, or whether to pretend that she had never seen anything. What she had witnessed was something that was intensely personal for the Doctor, even if he had been imagining her at the time. Confessing to him that she had been spying wasn’t something she wanted to do, even though she knew that in reality by not returning to her room she was invading his privacy.
At least if she had never known, Rose would have carried on as before. Now she had to look forward to the prospect of facing the Doctor in a few hours, and the thought of that was terrifying.
Rose closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but every time she did the image of the Doctor naked on his bed came to her mind. He was beautiful like that, she thought. The way his body was lean and rangy. The well defined muscles which were just the right size, like a runner not a body builder. Before she could stop herself, she thought about his long legs and imagined them entwining with hers while his hands explored her body. The heat which she had experienced watching the Doctor returned and she felt a flood of wetness at her center, as her overactive imagination ran away with her.
Rose tossed and turned in her bed feeling more frustrated and aroused than she ever had in her life. Her mind was running through a million and one scenarios of whether or how to act on them. She wondered what it would be like to make love to a man such as he and then with a stark realisation of how she was actually considering making love to some one of a completely different species - an alien. The thought frightened her at the same time as excited her.
Finally she admitted defeat and swung her legs out of bed. Sleep was proving ever more elusive and all she was doing was tying her mind up in knots trying to make sense of everything. Tea was what she needed; time to hold the steaming mug in her hands and breathe in the aroma while she worked through her thoughts.
Padding quietly across her room she opened the door and peered out. The hallways were dimly lit to signify the night time cycle of the TARDIS. The hum from the engines always seemed quieter at times like this; its pitch a little deeper and mellower, almost like a comforting night blanket of sound.
The Doctor’s door was now firmly closed and Rose thought he must have noticed it ajar after returning from cleaning himself up. In that Rose was relieved; it made her exit from her room easier. She didn’t have to tip toe passed an open door.
Slowly she made her way to the galley, deep in thought. So deep that she didn’t take much notice when she turned the final corner and walked in the galley… and almost walked straight into the unclothed back of the Doctor.
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
Chapter One here
Chapter Two
‘Rose’
Her name had slipped out almost a whisper from the Doctor’s lips. His body had tensed, his hand had slowed and he had thrust up with his hips as he fallen headlong into the throes of ecstasy. His climax seemed to have lasted an eternity, far longer than Rose would ever have thought possible and from the look on his face the Doctor had been lost to it, unable to do anything other than experience that moment.
Rose stood rooted to the spot. It was as if her body had lost the ability to move of its own accord. She was transfixed; staring at the Doctor and the most erotic display she had ever seen. Then awareness began to dawn on her again and she realised what she had just witnessed.
‘Rose’
The Doctor had been imagining her, fantasising if you will. It had been her image that had filled his mind as he climaxed, her image that had brought him to that state of desire. She realised she was shaking, she felt dizzy and breathless. Her mind was screaming at her to move away, go back to her room, go into his, tell him, keep it a secret, and throw herself at him, all at the same time. She couldn’t think straight and she closed her eyes and forced herself to draw in a calming breath.
Opening her eyes she peered through the door again. The Doctor was sprawled boneless on the bed. His hand was rested on at his groin and his eyes were closed. Rose could see his semen splashed over his hand, belly and chest. She stared awhile; mesmerised at the translucence of it; it almost seemed to shimmer in the half light.
Realising that the Doctor would soon be moving to clean himself up - and not wanting to have to explain to him what she was doing standing outside his door - Rose quietly backed away and crossed the hallway back to own room. Carefully she closed her door, slowly turning the knob so that the door wouldn’t make an audible click. With that she leaned back against it and sighed, running her hands through her hair.
Rose slipped back into bed and began to try and make sense of what she'd seen. During these few months with the Doctor she had wondered from time to time if he was capable of anything like that. On more than one occasion she had let her imagination run wild and wondered what the Doctor looked like underneath the denim and leather. He looked so human outwardly but she knew he was alien and if he had two hearts, well who knew what he had under his clothes.
And more than that, she had wondered about his feelings for her. They seemed to swing from mild irritation to a desperation that was so intense that he would hold her so tightly that she couldn’t breath. She had wondered if he could ever find her as attractive as she had come to find him. There was something about that smile of his, the way it lit up his face, which would send her heart fluttering in her chest.
Now that her questions had been answered she couldn't help but wonder if knowing was perhaps worse than being in the dark. She didn’t know what to do, whether to confront him, or drop hints, or whether to pretend that she had never seen anything. What she had witnessed was something that was intensely personal for the Doctor, even if he had been imagining her at the time. Confessing to him that she had been spying wasn’t something she wanted to do, even though she knew that in reality by not returning to her room she was invading his privacy.
At least if she had never known, Rose would have carried on as before. Now she had to look forward to the prospect of facing the Doctor in a few hours, and the thought of that was terrifying.
Rose closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but every time she did the image of the Doctor naked on his bed came to her mind. He was beautiful like that, she thought. The way his body was lean and rangy. The well defined muscles which were just the right size, like a runner not a body builder. Before she could stop herself, she thought about his long legs and imagined them entwining with hers while his hands explored her body. The heat which she had experienced watching the Doctor returned and she felt a flood of wetness at her center, as her overactive imagination ran away with her.
Rose tossed and turned in her bed feeling more frustrated and aroused than she ever had in her life. Her mind was running through a million and one scenarios of whether or how to act on them. She wondered what it would be like to make love to a man such as he and then with a stark realisation of how she was actually considering making love to some one of a completely different species - an alien. The thought frightened her at the same time as excited her.
Finally she admitted defeat and swung her legs out of bed. Sleep was proving ever more elusive and all she was doing was tying her mind up in knots trying to make sense of everything. Tea was what she needed; time to hold the steaming mug in her hands and breathe in the aroma while she worked through her thoughts.
Padding quietly across her room she opened the door and peered out. The hallways were dimly lit to signify the night time cycle of the TARDIS. The hum from the engines always seemed quieter at times like this; its pitch a little deeper and mellower, almost like a comforting night blanket of sound.
The Doctor’s door was now firmly closed and Rose thought he must have noticed it ajar after returning from cleaning himself up. In that Rose was relieved; it made her exit from her room easier. She didn’t have to tip toe passed an open door.
Slowly she made her way to the galley, deep in thought. So deep that she didn’t take much notice when she turned the final corner and walked in the galley… and almost walked straight into the unclothed back of the Doctor.