Fic: No Words Needed. Spoilers for 'Journey's End'
They are both silent on the way to the hotel. Neither of them feeling the need to speak perhaps or maybe both of their heads still reeling from the events of the past couple of days.
They hold hands though, never once letting go. Now and again a thumb belonging to one strokes the hand of the other and everything that needed to be said is right there in that almost unperceivable movement.
The taxi ride is long, the car bumping along pitted coastal roads before turning inland towards the town, passing first through acres and acres of farm lands. Rain begins to pore down and darkness falls causing all three of the passengers to begin to yawn. The hypnotic movements of the wiper blades of the windscreen begin to lull them all to sleep.
His head nods and he snorts, then snapping his head up and blinking he realises that he was falling asleep. He feels the reassuring weight of Rose’s head on his shoulder and he lowers his head and presses a kiss into her hair. Jackie sees the small gesture and smiles then as her phone bleeps to signal a text message, she reaches into her pocket.
The hotel is expecting them she tells the Doctor. Pete has made the booking, its all paid up in advance via Vitex, anything they need they just have to ask. The Doctor nods again then adjusts his arm so that it is wrapped around Rose’s shoulders; with his other hand he grips Rose’s hand tightly. It is almost as though he is afraid to let her go Jackie thinks to herself.
Finally, over an hour later, the taxi pulls into a long gravel drive. At the top are the welcoming lights of the hotel. Jackie charges the journey to Vitex then wearily exits the car and walks up to the hotel door. The manager is waiting for them; they exchange pleasantries while she waits for her daughter and this new, new Doctor to join them.
The Doctor stands with Rose, still holding hands, in the foyer while Jackie takes care of the formalities. The manager ushers away Jackie’s attempts to use her Vitex card, assuring her that he knows who she is and that if they need anything, anything at all, they only need to ask. For a moment the Doctor wonders if he will have to let go of Rose’s hand soon and the thought of that sends a wave of panic through his heart. But then Jackie hands over a key to Rose and tells them that breakfast will be at 7am, with Pete’s zeppelin arriving at 8am sharp.
Realising now that Rose isn’t going anywhere calms the Doctor. He turns to look at her and Rose gives him a smile that is etched with tiredness. Together they walk up the stairs to their room, still silent, still needing to say nothing.
In their room he turns and looks at her, truly looks at her for the first time. She is older than he remembers. Of course time here passes more quickly and he guesses that perhaps three or four years have passed for her. And even though these memories aren’t technically his, she is still his Rose. Deep inside his mind he knows that he has enough love to love her for the both of them.
They undress slowly, taking their time. Neither of them are self conscious, despite this first time. Both have been through far too much together and apart to feel anything other than the rightness of this. He knows she wondered if he was the same, he felt it that first time her lips touched his a few hours earlier. Opening his mind to her had shown her everything he was, and everything he could be, for her.
Naked now she turns back the bed and holds out her hand to him. He takes it, never once hesitating; why should he after all? Taking her hand is the most natural thing in the universe.
This time though he takes her in his arms, pressing his body to hers and allowing her to feel the need that is manifesting physically in him. It isn’t lust he realises, it’s more than that. It’s deeper, more of an unfilled need that only she can address.
She knows and he suspects that she has that same depth of need for him. So as she pulls him to her, and lays him down in the bed, he looks at her and sees her face wet with tears. It’s then he realises that his own face is wet too and both of them are weeping for what they have lost, and gained.
And then he makes love to her, with a desperate intensity, and she to him. He makes love to her as a human, using his body to worship hers and as a Time Lord, using his mind to show her what she is to him.
Then finally warm, sated and oh so tired, they drift off to sleep, each filling the dreams of the other. No words needed, yet none left unsaid.
They hold hands though, never once letting go. Now and again a thumb belonging to one strokes the hand of the other and everything that needed to be said is right there in that almost unperceivable movement.
The taxi ride is long, the car bumping along pitted coastal roads before turning inland towards the town, passing first through acres and acres of farm lands. Rain begins to pore down and darkness falls causing all three of the passengers to begin to yawn. The hypnotic movements of the wiper blades of the windscreen begin to lull them all to sleep.
His head nods and he snorts, then snapping his head up and blinking he realises that he was falling asleep. He feels the reassuring weight of Rose’s head on his shoulder and he lowers his head and presses a kiss into her hair. Jackie sees the small gesture and smiles then as her phone bleeps to signal a text message, she reaches into her pocket.
The hotel is expecting them she tells the Doctor. Pete has made the booking, its all paid up in advance via Vitex, anything they need they just have to ask. The Doctor nods again then adjusts his arm so that it is wrapped around Rose’s shoulders; with his other hand he grips Rose’s hand tightly. It is almost as though he is afraid to let her go Jackie thinks to herself.
Finally, over an hour later, the taxi pulls into a long gravel drive. At the top are the welcoming lights of the hotel. Jackie charges the journey to Vitex then wearily exits the car and walks up to the hotel door. The manager is waiting for them; they exchange pleasantries while she waits for her daughter and this new, new Doctor to join them.
The Doctor stands with Rose, still holding hands, in the foyer while Jackie takes care of the formalities. The manager ushers away Jackie’s attempts to use her Vitex card, assuring her that he knows who she is and that if they need anything, anything at all, they only need to ask. For a moment the Doctor wonders if he will have to let go of Rose’s hand soon and the thought of that sends a wave of panic through his heart. But then Jackie hands over a key to Rose and tells them that breakfast will be at 7am, with Pete’s zeppelin arriving at 8am sharp.
Realising now that Rose isn’t going anywhere calms the Doctor. He turns to look at her and Rose gives him a smile that is etched with tiredness. Together they walk up the stairs to their room, still silent, still needing to say nothing.
In their room he turns and looks at her, truly looks at her for the first time. She is older than he remembers. Of course time here passes more quickly and he guesses that perhaps three or four years have passed for her. And even though these memories aren’t technically his, she is still his Rose. Deep inside his mind he knows that he has enough love to love her for the both of them.
They undress slowly, taking their time. Neither of them are self conscious, despite this first time. Both have been through far too much together and apart to feel anything other than the rightness of this. He knows she wondered if he was the same, he felt it that first time her lips touched his a few hours earlier. Opening his mind to her had shown her everything he was, and everything he could be, for her.
Naked now she turns back the bed and holds out her hand to him. He takes it, never once hesitating; why should he after all? Taking her hand is the most natural thing in the universe.
This time though he takes her in his arms, pressing his body to hers and allowing her to feel the need that is manifesting physically in him. It isn’t lust he realises, it’s more than that. It’s deeper, more of an unfilled need that only she can address.
She knows and he suspects that she has that same depth of need for him. So as she pulls him to her, and lays him down in the bed, he looks at her and sees her face wet with tears. It’s then he realises that his own face is wet too and both of them are weeping for what they have lost, and gained.
And then he makes love to her, with a desperate intensity, and she to him. He makes love to her as a human, using his body to worship hers and as a Time Lord, using his mind to show her what she is to him.
Then finally warm, sated and oh so tired, they drift off to sleep, each filling the dreams of the other. No words needed, yet none left unsaid.