Fic: Helping Hand
Title: Helping Hand
Author: me soniced_up
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17…this is smut folks, pure, completely adulterated smut.
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Beta: The incomparable brilliantomega, Seriously I gave her a completely rough draft, as I was so frustrated with it I couldn't even do a quick proof read, and she whipped it into shape for me. If you like this and it works for you...thank her.
Author’s notes: This was written a couple months ago in an effort to cheer up jennsthedevil. Since then it’s gone through butt loads of editing and rewriting. And now that she’s feeling better I’m posting :P. I’m not gonna pretend this is some sorta literary master piece, because it’s not. It’s PWP pure and simple. I hope I made it in character enough that you couldn’t just swap any old names in and still have it work. I’ll let you be the judge.
Waking to an incessant beeping, Rose reaches out blindly, her hand fumbling along the bedside table until she finds the alarm and hits the snooze button. But the beeping continues. With a huff, she kicks off her duvet and sits up, blurry eyed. She looks around her room for the source of the noise but with nothing forthcoming, Rose rubs the sleep from her eyes and climbs out of bed.
Since making the TARDIS her home she has become accustomed to the sounds and vibrations that come from the sentient ship. If fact, the gentle and often-changing hum has become a familiar and comforting background to her day-to-day life. Eating, sleeping, showering, the hum is always present and she has learned, over time, how to distinguish between the different variations.
She knows that her understanding is nothing like the Doctor's connection to his ship, but she has developed her own very rudimentary form of communication using both the different sounds as well as the feelings she sometimes gets of the ‘slightly telepathic’ ship. She can tell, for example, when something is wrong and the TARDIS is trying to warn her and she can tell when the TARDIS is amused, as they’ve often shared a laugh, frequently at the Doctor’s expense. Sometimes, like now, she can sense when the TARDIS is concerned about the Doctor.
The last time she had heard this particular hum, the ship had drawn her to the console room where she had found him wedged so tightly under the console that he couldn’t get out. She had been forced to grab a hold of his legs and bodily pull him out. The situating, combined with the sheepish look on his face, had sent her into peels of laughter. The TARDIS, much to the Doctor’s indignation, had happily joined her in her mirth.
Now, instantly awake, Rose notices that beneath the incessant beeping that the hum of the TARDIS is at a slightly different pitch than normal and mentally compares it with the different variations of the sounds she knows. Right now she determines that the TARDIS is trying to tell her something.
"What is it girl? Is it the Doctor?” Rose asks, instantly awake - another skill she has picked up on her travels with the Doctor. “Is he ok?"
Abruptly the beeping cuts off and the room fills with light. The pitch of the hum alters and Rose is filled with a sense of calm so she knows that the Doctor is fine. The pitch then shifts again alerting Rose that the TARDIS still wants her to see something.
Grabbing her robe from the end of the bed, Rose slips it on over her shorts and tank top while walking out into the hallway. Giddy like a kid on a treasure hunt Rose asks "Ok, which way?" The hum turns into a pitch that Rose has learned to interpret as amusement and, arching an eyebrow curiously, Rose waits for further instructions.
To Rose's left the lights flicker in stark contrast with the currently dim 'night' cycle. Rose turns to her left and begins walking. Reaching a junction in the hallway, another light flickers to her right, so turning to the right Rose carries on. Coming upon a spiralling staircase, another light flickers at the top beckoned her up. Climbing the stairs without hesitation she comes to another long hallway at the top. About half way down her jaunt in the new corridor a light begins flickering. Upon reaching the flickering light Rose finds herself standing in front a door that is slightly ajar.
Recognizing it as the Doctor's bedroom door, Rose stops in her tracks. Wondering why the TARDIS had lead her here and why the Doctor's room is so far away from hers instead of just down and across the hall from hers as usual, she stands still outside the ajar door unsure what to do. The Doctor is rarely in his room and come to think of it, she’s never actually been in his room.
Tilting her head, Rose scrunches her face in concentration trying to ask the TARDIS why she has lead her here to the Doctor's room despite its odd location. Even without a response from the TARDIS, it's obvious that there is something here that the TARDIS wants her to see so, chewing her lip nervously, she slowly reaches out towards the door. She freezes with her hand around the lip of the open door as she hears a noise coming from the room.
***
Having just gotten out of a cold shower, the Doctor, throws himself down onto his bed in a huff. The cold shower has done nothing to quell his body's reactions to a certain companion of his. Musing to himself, he finds that he doesn't understand what it is about this particular one that bewitches him so. Having had travelled with many companions and even occasionally having a passing fancy for a couple of them, he had never found himself smitten to this degree. Sighing deeply he grumbles "and never to a point where they were all I could think about." It is all he can do to stop himself from grabbing her and pinning her against the console these days. Whenever she smiles at him, with the tip of her devilish tongue peeking out to toy with her teeth, all he wants to do is snog her senseless.
Looking down at his alert and impatient cock, he groans and grabs the pink hoodie he had snatched from the jump seat earlier. He raises the pink fabric to his nose, breathing deeply of her scent and he knows he is done for when his cock twitches and hardens even more.
He runs the hoodie over his face, imagining it is her hair tickling his face as she leans over him. Putting Rose's jacket back on the bed beside him, his other hand slowly and delicately trails down his chest and over his stomach. Pausing to tug at his pubic hair, he then continues trailing a single finger up the length of his erection. Finally reaching the tip, he circles his finger through the moisture that has started to gather there and spreads it around the sensitive head before sliding his finger back down again. He reaches his hand down to cup his balls and scratches his blunt fingernails gently along his perineum before sliding his hand back up, this time using all four fingers to lightly tease along his length.
The whole time he keeps his touch light and delicate, imagining it’s Rose's hand, hesitant and unsure, exploring him. The Doctor has a very strong and detailed imagination and he uses it now to imagine her staring down at him, eyes wide with wonder, as if she were beholding the mysteries of the universe. He imagines himself moaning softly, encouraging her and having her confidence grow as a result.
On the next down stroke, he encircles himself completely in his hand but still keeps his touch light as his mind fills with images of a gloriously nude Rose doing this to him, for him. He groans as he pictures Rose looking him, eyes full of intent, as she draws her devilish tongue slowly across her upper lip just before leaning over and taking him in her warm, wet mouth.
His control begins to slip, hips bucking uncontrollably and his hand tightening reflexively around his cock as his fantasy begins to shift. He no longer sees the hesitant, inexperienced young girl. In her place is a sexy siren who knows exactly what she is doing to him, oh does she ever.
***
A low moan emanates from the dimly lit room, causing Rose's hand to still in the process of pushing open the door. That didn't sound like a moan of pain - in fact that sounded like a rather happy Doctor. Rose feels herself flush as her mind fills with a possible reason for that sound. She knew this was the point where she was supposed to turn around and leave, give the Doctor a little privacy, but the TARDIS has led her here for a reason and…ok, so her curiosity has gotten the better of her. So she does what any other red-blooded girl would do…she peeks.
Barely breathing, in case he were to hear her, Rose pushes the door open a little more, and slowly pokes her head into the room. At first she can't see much. The only light is coming from an adjacent room - probably the bathroom - and the entire room is washed in shadows.
She can hear plenty now though. She can hear the rustling of fabric, and the heavy breathing and soft moans of a Time Lord enjoying himself. She knows this is wrong but she really can't help herself, so she pushes in a little further until her eyes fall on a large bed. The light from the open bathroom door hits the bed just right, giving her a perfect view of the Doctor sprawled in the centre, legs bent, and hand sliding, slowly but surely up and down his cock. His other hand is fisted loosely in her favourite pink hoodie, and her mind spins with the implications of what that could mean.
Frozen, with her eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open, Rose finds herself enamoured with the scene before her. He is beautiful. His long, lithe body arches off the bed. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back as he again gives voice to his pleasure. His skin glistens in the dim light from either perspiration or water from his recent shower. Rose licks her lips, imagining what it would be like to lick that moisture from his skin.
As she watches, his hand starts to move faster and he adds a twist of his wrist over the swollen head on every third stroke.
Rose gasps as a rush of heat shoots straight through her body to pool low and heavy in her belly. Her skin, overheating with arousal becomes restricted and uncomfortable in her clothes. This is probably the most arousing thing she had ever witnessed, …no, scratch that, this is THE most arousing thing she had ever witnessed, hands down.
The Doctors breath comes out in ragged, unsteady puffs and her own breath quickens and catches in her throat. She can't stop the small whimper from escaping as she watches him throw his head back and growl with pleasure through clenched teeth. Thankfully he is so caught up in that he's doing that he's completely oblivious to her presence. His hand is a blur of motion now and his other hand is tightly clutching at her hoodie.
He is going to come soon and Rose watches, her eyes darting between his face and his rapidly jerking hand unable to decide where to look. Her eyes finally settle on his face as she decides that she wants to watchhis face contorts with pleasure as he reaches his climax. She squeaks in surprise as she finds his eyes open and staring right at her. She covers her mouth quickly with her hand, mortified at having been caught. Part of her brain is telling her to run, but another part, the bold and incredibly randy part, is telling her to stay and see this through.
His hand is now still, holding his erection tightly, but she notices he doesn't look upset to see her; in fact he looks rather pleased, if the lazy smirk currently gracing his face and the twinkle in his eyes are anything to go by. She can't quite keep her own grin off her face as she watches his eyes flicker down to the swell of her breasts, openly visible where her robe hangs open. He swallows reflexively and returns his gaze to hers before running the tip of his tongue over his lips, moistening them.
"Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to give me a hand," he drawls.
***
The Doctor knows the moment she arrives at his door. He has always been able to sense when Rose is nearby, early on discovering that with a little bit of concentration he can even pick up what she is feeling - especially when she is emoting as strongly as right now. It didn't seem to work over long distances but when she’s close, his skin tingles with awareness and something in his mind just comes alive. Even now, lost as he is in his fantasies of Rose, he still knows she’s there. He can feel her curiosity and nervousness and briefly considers stopping what he is doing and diving under the blankets, but then thinks better of it. If she wants to spy on him, he might as well give her a good show.
He moans a little louder for her benefit and continues to pump his hand slowly up and down his rock-hard, throbbing cock. Knowing her eyes are on him and that she is watching his every move a surge of lust shoots through him with such power it takes his breath away.
Trying desperately to get his body under control - he isn't ready for this to end yet - he concentrates on Rose. He can feel her shock and embarrassment but that quickly morphs to arousal as she continues to watch him pleasure himself. He moans again, partly for show, and partly because her reaction is arousing him even more. Then arching his body slightly off the bed, he gives her a perfect view of what he is doing.
Above his laboured breathing and the slap of skin against skin, he senses more than hears Rose’s quick intake of breath and a moment later his nostrils flare as the scent of her arousal fills the room. He can feel his orgasm building as his hand moves faster and faster. From across the room he can feel Rose's arousal build with his and it is almost too much. He throws back his head and lets with a feral growl. He hears Rose's whimper and he is filled with a purely male pride at having caused this reaction in her.
He doesn't want to finish like this. He wants Rose to have an active role. So, with no small amount of effort, he stills the movement of his hand and squeezes the base of his cock. He turns his head and looks at her just in time to catch her raising her eyes to his face. When their eyes meet he is amused as she lets out a little squeak of surprise and her hand covers her mouth. His lips curl into a slow smile as he takes in the messy, golden halo of her hair and the flushed skin of her face and neck. Her eyes are wide and so dark they were almost black. He can't resist a quick glance at the rapidly rising and falling flesh exposed by the gaping robe she wore.
He swallows and licks his lips, trying to moisten his dry mouth. Looking back up at her, he teasingly asks, "Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to give me a hand?"
***
A flush quickly rises in her cheeks at his words, but she recognizes the challenge in his expression and Rose Tyler never backs down from a challenge. Squaring her shoulders she holds his gaze, despite her embarrassment and moves slowly towards him. She lets her hips sway provocatively as she approaches him. Stopping, just out of his reach, she deliberately sweeps her eyes down his long, lanky body.
She takes in his sculpted chest and lean, wiry arms before moving her gaze down his flat stomach. Her fingers itch to feel the trail of hair that started just above his navel. She wonders if it is as soft as it looks. She pauses when she her eyes reach his erection still fully fisted in his hand. Her face splits with a wide, cheeky grin as his cock twitches under her gaze. Finally, continuing her visual exploration, her gaze sweeps down his long, muscular legs, toned from all the running, over his cute knobby knees and down to his large slender feet. She reverses the process, slowly running her eyes back up his body, pausing again at his erection before once more meeting his gaze.
"Oh you seem to have yourself well in hand," Rose says grinning saucily. His eyebrows rise in a mixture of shock and amusement but he doesn’t have time to form a reply because she is once again moving toward him.
The mattress dips under her weight as she climbs on to the bed and kneels beside him. She just stares at him for a moment, as if trying to best figure out how to proceed. She nibbles on her bottom lip, giving away her nervousness. The Doctor suppresses his sudden urge to snog her soundly. Instead he waits, wanting desperately to see what she would do next.
Reaching out with one finger, Rose starts at the tip of his nose and slowly trails it down across his lips, down over his chin and ghosts his throat. With a feather light touch, she continues, gliding her finger down the centre of his chest. When she reaches his stomach she briefly dances her fingers through the line of hair that leads directly down, confirming her earlier query. His stomach quivers under her caress and she looks up at him with an evil grin. Reaching the tip of his cock, she skirts wide, avoiding it completely - much to the Doctor's disappointment. Still grinning she bats away his hand that is still clutching the base of his cock.
She shifts beside him, raises one leg and straddles him. Her bottom is resting on his thighs as she pauses to just look at him. Rose's face is a mask of concentration as once again she reaches out with one finger. This time she trails, feather light, down the length of his erection. Her grin grows even wider when Doctor groans softly and squirms underneath her.
"But," she says, her single finger still trailing light touches up and down his twitching member, "your technique could use a little work." On the last word, she encircles him with her soft, clever hand, and begins to stroke him in earnest.
"Fuck," the Doctor growls and bucks underneath her. Only his hands, that suddenly grab her thighs, keep her from being through off of him. Between how sensitive he is from his earlier activities and the feel and smell of her arousal, he quickly comes undone in her hands.
His hands on her thighs are bruising, but she doesn't care. Having the Doctor so completely at her mercy is the strongest aphrodisiac the universe had to offer. She speeds up her stokes, reveling in the power she has over him. He trembles underneath her fighting for some shred of control. His head is thrown back and the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. Something between a growl and a moan escapes his mouth and are does incredible things to her insides
Suddenly, her eyes light up with wicked intent, and she scoots back slightly, dislodging his hands from her thighs, before leaning over and taking him fully into her mouth. He shouts out, a foreign monologue rolls off his tongue. The TARDIS isn't translating, but she has the feeling even if he was speaking English, that she wouldn't be able to understand him.
His hands move to the back of her head to fist in her hair. He doesn’t add any pressure, just encouragement. She feels him swell even further in her mouth and she knows he is on the edge. Speeding up her movements, she adds even more suction, determined to push him over the precipice, to see him fall completely at her mercy. Reaching down, she lightly cups his balls and rolls them gently in her hand, then moves her finger down to stroke along his perineum. She is rewarded for her efforts when the Doctor growls at her.
"Fuck…Rose…gonna…stop…FUCK!"
With that her mouth is flooded with him. He tastes earthy and sweet at the same time. Like nothing she has ever tasted before. She tries to swallow everything but he keeps coming. His body is ridged as a board and a bit of his seed spills from the corner of her mouth and dribbles down her chin. She continues to work him with her lips and tongue, swallowing, licking, milking every drop, until he slumps boneless under her.
She looks up at him and lets him slip from her mouth with a wet pop. His eyes are closed, his face is slack and his breathing is rapid. He is gorgeous. Sitting up, she grins smugly at the state she has reduced him to. She goes to use the sleeve of her robe to wipe her chin, when quick as lighting he sits up in front of her. His hand darts out to grab hold of her wrist with a vice like grip, effectively restrain her.
He has some how managed to get his breathing under control and is looking at her with such naked passion that her own breath is taken from her. His eyes are almost completely black, only a thin circle of blue showing around his dilated pupils and Rose finds herself unable to look away. Her heart is pounding in her chest and for the first time since this all started she wonders what she has gotten herself in for.
The same slow, lazy smile he had given her early reappears on his face as he slowly leans in toward her. Rose expects him to kiss her but instead his tongue sweeps out to lick the semen that is still on her chin, causing her to gasp and shudder against him. He pulls back slightly and chuckling softly before claiming her mouth with fervour. He kisses her the same way he does everything - with passion and strength and complete intent. He doesn't wait for an invitation and pushes his tongue roughly into her mouth, making it quite evident that he is claiming her as his. Rose finds that she doesn't mind. In fact her brain finally realizes what her heart has known from 'run' - she is his. Totally. Completely. Forever. His.
She tries to match him kiss for kiss but soon discovers the futility of it. Instead she just wraps her arms around his neck and surrenders herself to the Oncoming Storm. Somehow she finds herself on her back, his naked body half on top of her, the Doctor never once breaking the kiss.
Soon oxygen becomes an issue and Rose is forced to wrench her mouth away with a gasp. Not missing a beat, the Doctor moves his attack to her jaw and neck with little, biting kisses. He slides his tongue up her neck to her ear where he nibbles and suckles on her earlobe causing her to whimper and buck her hips against him in a silent plea.
He feels the wave of surprise and joy flowing from her as her thigh brushes against his hard cock. "Superior physiology," he whispers in her ear. With a devilish twinkle in his eye he raises his head to look down at her and his trademark manic grin splits across his face. "I could go all night," he grinds out, his voice, dark and threatening and full of promise before leaning back down to give her a quick, hard kiss.
Rose can only moan and clutch at his shoulders as he trails kisses back down her throat and across her chest. He bites the swell of her breast above her small tank top making her cry out and arch into him. "But Miss Tyler," he says, between bites and licks across what exposed flesh he can find. "You seem to have me at a distinct disadvantage."
"Wha?" Rose can hear the words but the fog of lust that fills her head makes it impossible for her to make sense of them.
"Clothes Rose. You're wearing them,” he quips, feeling rather smug with the state he has reduced her to.
"Oh," she says, realization finally donning. "Well, take 'em off me then," she orders, a challenge flashing in her eye.
He moves to straddle her legs and quickly loosens the tie holding her robe closed. Then he grabs her shoulders and pulls her to sit up in a reversal of their earlier position. He helps her shrug out of the robe and then buries his fingers in her hair, pulling her in for another kiss.
As they kiss, Rose runs her hands across his shoulders and down his back, exploring as much of him as she can, pleased to be in a less passive role. She marvels at the way his muscles bunch and jump under her touch. She breaks the kiss to trail her lips and teeth across his jaw and down his neck, paying particular attention to the junction of his shoulder when she gets a particularly feral growl as she kisses him there.
His hands move to the hem of her tank top and toy with the skin at her waist for a minute before diving underneath to smooth up her sides. His thumbs brush the sides of her breasts teasingly then move back down to grab the offending top. Without warning he yanks the top up over her head, the sudden motion throwing her back on to the bed.
He looks down at her for a moment, naked from the waist up, hair a wild mess framing her face. Her eyes are dark and sparkling, and her lips are swollen from his kisses. Her small breasts, perfectly shaped rise and fall with her rapid breathing and her nipples are taunt little peaks, begging for his touch. But he never gave into begging…at least not right away.
Leaning down he begins licking and nibbling along the underside of her breasts, first one then the other. He moves to the sides and the upper swell treating each breast to the same thorough treatment but never moves to where she wanted him the most.
With a groan of frustration she grabs his head and tries to guide him to her nipple, but he just grabs her wrists and pins them to her sides while he continued to torment her.
"D…Doctor, please," Rose stammers, struggling against his restraining hands.
"Please what, Rose?" he asks softly, glancing up at her flushed face.
Rose silently curses his calm voice as she, in comparison, struggles to form even the smallest syllable. She squirms and thrusts against him, trying to manoeuvre him where she wants him, but he always seems to know how she is going to move and moves himself to compensate, always keeping just out of her reach. She whimpers and thrashes about, certain that he is going to drive her mad.
"Do you want me to suck you nipples, Rose," he asks, finally taking pity on her. Rose whimpers some more and nods her head emphatically. "Well, why didn't you just say so," he teases, before taking a nipple and sucking…hard.
A spike of electricity shoots through her and Rose screams her pleasure - her body arching under him, pressing herself against him even more. She has heard people say that there are women who can orgasm from a bloke just working their breasts but she has never believed it…until now.
The pool of pleasure low in her belly coils impossible tighter and she feels a flood of moisture between her legs. Her body trembles, begging for release. She begins to struggle against him, trying to tug her hands free or throw him off balance with her wild bucking but he holds her securely, not letting her escape as he moves his attention to her other nipple.
She begins to mumble incoherently but he is able to pick out a bit of what she is saying. "Please, please…Doc…need you…oh God."
The Doctor releases her breast and looks up at her. Sweat drenched hair clings to her face and her eyes are impossible, dark pools of desire. "I think it's my turn to give you a hand," he says, his voice rough a his desire once again starts to challenge his control.
With quick, cat-like movements he strips her of her sleeping shorts and knickers, leaving her naked before him. He can't help but take a moment to feast his eyes on her. Everything about her speaks of her desire for him, her eyes are darker than he's ever seen them, her skin is flushed and glistening, her nipples, hard little nubs, rising toward him with her rapid breathing, the drenched curls between her legs. Of all the things he's seen in his long, long life, nothing has ever heated his blood as much as her, pink and golden spread wantonly across his bed.
It wasn't just what his eyes can see; his other senses are drowning in her as well. The air around them is saturated with her scent. Her pheromones filling his head, screaming her need, intoxicating him. And he can sense her, inside him, around him. She is everywhere. He can feel her lust, her desire…her love and it fills him in a way that drives all remaining rational thought from his head.
She starts to reach out for him, and feeling her impatience he pounces. He grabs her wrists and pins them above her head with one large hand. Wedging a leg between hers, he leans over her, effectively rendering her helpless.
"My turn," he growls, leaning in to kiss her neck. His free hand slides down her body to caress her thigh as far as he can reach. He slides it back up her inner thigh until he's cupping her sex in his large palm.
Rose whimpers and struggles against him, trying to tug her hands free, desperate for more but he does nothing but rest his hand against her and she's powerless under him.
Her heat scorches him and he can feel his hand become slick with her juices. "You've had your fun Rose, now it's my turn," he whispers, and is rewarded with a fresh flood of moisture.
"I didn't tease," she grits out between pants.
He seems to contemplate this for a moment. "No you didn't did you," he says and without warning he thrusts two long fingers inside her.
In that moment something completely unexpected happens. His eyes widen in surprise and awe as he looks down at Rose. His connection with her, the awareness of her that's he's always had, sparks and begins to grow and strengthen. Now, he's not just able to just sense her emotions but he’s suddenly able to feel what she feels. He can feel his probing fingers and the coiling tension in her belly. He can feel the tingling warmth in her limbs and the wild beating of her single heart.
He reaches out tentatively with his mind. 'Rose.' He’s rewarded as her eyes snap open to stare at him in shock. He smiles at her and her shock quickly gives way to recognition and she smiles back. 'Can you feel me?' he asks.
Her smile widens and she nods before returning his question in the same way. He doesn't 'hear' her words; instead he's filled with a sense of curiosity and query, as her untrained mind tries to deal with the new form of communication but the fact that she's able to do that much is amazing. He nods and fills her mind with his pride and admiration.
He starts moving his hand, thrusting his fingers in and out. All thoughts and curiosity fly away from Rose's mind leaving her with just raw want and need. The Doctor curls his fingers, probing at her most hidden and secret place. He can feel how close she is, but he desperately wants to savour every second, every sound, every sensation as it flows through her and echoes through him.
As he continues to thrust his fingers slowly in and out of her, he tentatively reaches out with his mind and pushes gently into hers. He looks for and immediately finds her pleasure and darts out to wrap himself around it, holding it, stoking it but refusing to let it explode.
He holds her at the brink, not letting her fall until she's a quivering sobbing mess beneath him. Her mind is crying out, begging him to let her fall. And then he does. He presses a thumb against her clit and simultaneously releases his hold on her mind and fills her with a wave of love so intense he can’t breathe
Her orgasm hits them both like a freight train. She trembles uncontrollably and she clenches around his fingers as they continue to move working to keep her at the height of ecstasy for as long as possible. Her impassioned screams fill his ears and he's quite certain it's the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. His body thrums as each wave of pleasure that slams through her, flows through him as well.
In this state her mind is completely open to him and he closes his eyes and watches as her memories and her feelings pour through him. All her most treasured memories from her life on the Powel Estate mixed with memories of her adventures with him stream by and he cherishes each and every one. After being so alone in his head for so long, her presences is like a soothing balm and he'll never be able to tell her how much this means to him. How much she means to him.
"You'll never have to. I already know."
He opens his eyes to see her looking up at him, her climax having finally receded. Her eyes are hooded, her face red and blotchy, and there are tears in her eyes. She'd never looked more beautiful to him. He removes his fingers and releases her hands to cover her completely with his body. Slipping his other knee between her legs, she shifts under him to align their bodies. Without breaking eye contact he slides into her with one smooth thrust.
He pulls out of her until just the tip of his cock remains, before pushing back into her slowly. He moves like this for a while, with smooth, controlled movements, never breaking his gaze, just marvelling at the feeling of filling her and being filled by her.
Her hands roam his back and shoulders. She scrapes her fingernails through his short-cropped hair and pulls him down for a kiss. She draws his bottom lip into her mouth and suckles gently as her legs rise to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back.
’Never leave me?’
She feels with every cell of her being his desperation as he clings to her with his body and his mind. This primal need for her laced with fear. She kisses him again, her mind answering his unspoken need with a whisper of 'Forever yours.'
His control snaps.
Rearing up above her, he grabs her waist and begins to speed up his thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and harder he moves until he's pounding into her. Reaching behind him he unlocks her ankles and drapes her knees over his shoulders, before rising on his knees and grabbing her waist once again. He lifts her to meet his thrusts until she's bowed beneath him. She's helpless to do anything in this position so she simple raises her hands to grasp the cool iron of the headboard and hangs on for dear life.
He pounds into her relentlessly, fuelled by her moans and screams. He can feel her fluttering around him and he can feel another orgasm building through their connection. He slides his hand down and begins to rub furiously at her clit and within seconds she's screaming his name and her walls are clenching around him spasmodically. She's thrashing and crying out, her climax racing through her and still he continues to hammer in and out of her forcing a third and even more powerful orgasm to slam through her.
As her orgasm fades and she begins to go limp, he lets himself go and with a shout he slams into her one final time and comes violently. He collapses on top of her with a ragged gasp and they cling to each other as he empties himself in her.
This time it is her mind that is filled with images of his past. Orange skies and silver trees. Wonders he's seen and faces he's loved, ending with an image of her face smiling up at him, tongue peeking out from between her teeth.
They lay there, limbs tangled, trembling in each other's arms, gasping for breath. She runs her hands up and down her back soothingly and he plants soft, lingering kisses to her neck and shoulder. Eventually he pushes himself up and looks down at her. He reaches out to her and tenderly brushes a damp curl from her cheek leaning down and giving her a soft lingering kiss. No words are needed as he rolls off of her, pulling her to lie against him, her head tucking in against his shoulder. Their link speaks for them and they both fill with a blissful peace that neither has ever dreamed of experiencing. They fall asleep that way, locked in each other's arms, and in each other's love.
***
The TARDIS spins through the vortex singing her haunting song. But instead of the pain and loneliness that usually accompanies her beautiful melody the notes are sweet and joyous -- and maybe just a little bit smug. When it comes to giving both humans and Time Lords a hand, no one gets the job done better than her.
Author: me soniced_up
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17…this is smut folks, pure, completely adulterated smut.
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Beta: The incomparable brilliantomega, Seriously I gave her a completely rough draft, as I was so frustrated with it I couldn't even do a quick proof read, and she whipped it into shape for me. If you like this and it works for you...thank her.
Author’s notes: This was written a couple months ago in an effort to cheer up jennsthedevil. Since then it’s gone through butt loads of editing and rewriting. And now that she’s feeling better I’m posting :P. I’m not gonna pretend this is some sorta literary master piece, because it’s not. It’s PWP pure and simple. I hope I made it in character enough that you couldn’t just swap any old names in and still have it work. I’ll let you be the judge.
Waking to an incessant beeping, Rose reaches out blindly, her hand fumbling along the bedside table until she finds the alarm and hits the snooze button. But the beeping continues. With a huff, she kicks off her duvet and sits up, blurry eyed. She looks around her room for the source of the noise but with nothing forthcoming, Rose rubs the sleep from her eyes and climbs out of bed.
Since making the TARDIS her home she has become accustomed to the sounds and vibrations that come from the sentient ship. If fact, the gentle and often-changing hum has become a familiar and comforting background to her day-to-day life. Eating, sleeping, showering, the hum is always present and she has learned, over time, how to distinguish between the different variations.
She knows that her understanding is nothing like the Doctor's connection to his ship, but she has developed her own very rudimentary form of communication using both the different sounds as well as the feelings she sometimes gets of the ‘slightly telepathic’ ship. She can tell, for example, when something is wrong and the TARDIS is trying to warn her and she can tell when the TARDIS is amused, as they’ve often shared a laugh, frequently at the Doctor’s expense. Sometimes, like now, she can sense when the TARDIS is concerned about the Doctor.
The last time she had heard this particular hum, the ship had drawn her to the console room where she had found him wedged so tightly under the console that he couldn’t get out. She had been forced to grab a hold of his legs and bodily pull him out. The situating, combined with the sheepish look on his face, had sent her into peels of laughter. The TARDIS, much to the Doctor’s indignation, had happily joined her in her mirth.
Now, instantly awake, Rose notices that beneath the incessant beeping that the hum of the TARDIS is at a slightly different pitch than normal and mentally compares it with the different variations of the sounds she knows. Right now she determines that the TARDIS is trying to tell her something.
"What is it girl? Is it the Doctor?” Rose asks, instantly awake - another skill she has picked up on her travels with the Doctor. “Is he ok?"
Abruptly the beeping cuts off and the room fills with light. The pitch of the hum alters and Rose is filled with a sense of calm so she knows that the Doctor is fine. The pitch then shifts again alerting Rose that the TARDIS still wants her to see something.
Grabbing her robe from the end of the bed, Rose slips it on over her shorts and tank top while walking out into the hallway. Giddy like a kid on a treasure hunt Rose asks "Ok, which way?" The hum turns into a pitch that Rose has learned to interpret as amusement and, arching an eyebrow curiously, Rose waits for further instructions.
To Rose's left the lights flicker in stark contrast with the currently dim 'night' cycle. Rose turns to her left and begins walking. Reaching a junction in the hallway, another light flickers to her right, so turning to the right Rose carries on. Coming upon a spiralling staircase, another light flickers at the top beckoned her up. Climbing the stairs without hesitation she comes to another long hallway at the top. About half way down her jaunt in the new corridor a light begins flickering. Upon reaching the flickering light Rose finds herself standing in front a door that is slightly ajar.
Recognizing it as the Doctor's bedroom door, Rose stops in her tracks. Wondering why the TARDIS had lead her here and why the Doctor's room is so far away from hers instead of just down and across the hall from hers as usual, she stands still outside the ajar door unsure what to do. The Doctor is rarely in his room and come to think of it, she’s never actually been in his room.
Tilting her head, Rose scrunches her face in concentration trying to ask the TARDIS why she has lead her here to the Doctor's room despite its odd location. Even without a response from the TARDIS, it's obvious that there is something here that the TARDIS wants her to see so, chewing her lip nervously, she slowly reaches out towards the door. She freezes with her hand around the lip of the open door as she hears a noise coming from the room.
***
Having just gotten out of a cold shower, the Doctor, throws himself down onto his bed in a huff. The cold shower has done nothing to quell his body's reactions to a certain companion of his. Musing to himself, he finds that he doesn't understand what it is about this particular one that bewitches him so. Having had travelled with many companions and even occasionally having a passing fancy for a couple of them, he had never found himself smitten to this degree. Sighing deeply he grumbles "and never to a point where they were all I could think about." It is all he can do to stop himself from grabbing her and pinning her against the console these days. Whenever she smiles at him, with the tip of her devilish tongue peeking out to toy with her teeth, all he wants to do is snog her senseless.
Looking down at his alert and impatient cock, he groans and grabs the pink hoodie he had snatched from the jump seat earlier. He raises the pink fabric to his nose, breathing deeply of her scent and he knows he is done for when his cock twitches and hardens even more.
He runs the hoodie over his face, imagining it is her hair tickling his face as she leans over him. Putting Rose's jacket back on the bed beside him, his other hand slowly and delicately trails down his chest and over his stomach. Pausing to tug at his pubic hair, he then continues trailing a single finger up the length of his erection. Finally reaching the tip, he circles his finger through the moisture that has started to gather there and spreads it around the sensitive head before sliding his finger back down again. He reaches his hand down to cup his balls and scratches his blunt fingernails gently along his perineum before sliding his hand back up, this time using all four fingers to lightly tease along his length.
The whole time he keeps his touch light and delicate, imagining it’s Rose's hand, hesitant and unsure, exploring him. The Doctor has a very strong and detailed imagination and he uses it now to imagine her staring down at him, eyes wide with wonder, as if she were beholding the mysteries of the universe. He imagines himself moaning softly, encouraging her and having her confidence grow as a result.
On the next down stroke, he encircles himself completely in his hand but still keeps his touch light as his mind fills with images of a gloriously nude Rose doing this to him, for him. He groans as he pictures Rose looking him, eyes full of intent, as she draws her devilish tongue slowly across her upper lip just before leaning over and taking him in her warm, wet mouth.
His control begins to slip, hips bucking uncontrollably and his hand tightening reflexively around his cock as his fantasy begins to shift. He no longer sees the hesitant, inexperienced young girl. In her place is a sexy siren who knows exactly what she is doing to him, oh does she ever.
***
A low moan emanates from the dimly lit room, causing Rose's hand to still in the process of pushing open the door. That didn't sound like a moan of pain - in fact that sounded like a rather happy Doctor. Rose feels herself flush as her mind fills with a possible reason for that sound. She knew this was the point where she was supposed to turn around and leave, give the Doctor a little privacy, but the TARDIS has led her here for a reason and…ok, so her curiosity has gotten the better of her. So she does what any other red-blooded girl would do…she peeks.
Barely breathing, in case he were to hear her, Rose pushes the door open a little more, and slowly pokes her head into the room. At first she can't see much. The only light is coming from an adjacent room - probably the bathroom - and the entire room is washed in shadows.
She can hear plenty now though. She can hear the rustling of fabric, and the heavy breathing and soft moans of a Time Lord enjoying himself. She knows this is wrong but she really can't help herself, so she pushes in a little further until her eyes fall on a large bed. The light from the open bathroom door hits the bed just right, giving her a perfect view of the Doctor sprawled in the centre, legs bent, and hand sliding, slowly but surely up and down his cock. His other hand is fisted loosely in her favourite pink hoodie, and her mind spins with the implications of what that could mean.
Frozen, with her eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open, Rose finds herself enamoured with the scene before her. He is beautiful. His long, lithe body arches off the bed. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back as he again gives voice to his pleasure. His skin glistens in the dim light from either perspiration or water from his recent shower. Rose licks her lips, imagining what it would be like to lick that moisture from his skin.
As she watches, his hand starts to move faster and he adds a twist of his wrist over the swollen head on every third stroke.
Rose gasps as a rush of heat shoots straight through her body to pool low and heavy in her belly. Her skin, overheating with arousal becomes restricted and uncomfortable in her clothes. This is probably the most arousing thing she had ever witnessed, …no, scratch that, this is THE most arousing thing she had ever witnessed, hands down.
The Doctors breath comes out in ragged, unsteady puffs and her own breath quickens and catches in her throat. She can't stop the small whimper from escaping as she watches him throw his head back and growl with pleasure through clenched teeth. Thankfully he is so caught up in that he's doing that he's completely oblivious to her presence. His hand is a blur of motion now and his other hand is tightly clutching at her hoodie.
He is going to come soon and Rose watches, her eyes darting between his face and his rapidly jerking hand unable to decide where to look. Her eyes finally settle on his face as she decides that she wants to watchhis face contorts with pleasure as he reaches his climax. She squeaks in surprise as she finds his eyes open and staring right at her. She covers her mouth quickly with her hand, mortified at having been caught. Part of her brain is telling her to run, but another part, the bold and incredibly randy part, is telling her to stay and see this through.
His hand is now still, holding his erection tightly, but she notices he doesn't look upset to see her; in fact he looks rather pleased, if the lazy smirk currently gracing his face and the twinkle in his eyes are anything to go by. She can't quite keep her own grin off her face as she watches his eyes flicker down to the swell of her breasts, openly visible where her robe hangs open. He swallows reflexively and returns his gaze to hers before running the tip of his tongue over his lips, moistening them.
"Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to give me a hand," he drawls.
***
The Doctor knows the moment she arrives at his door. He has always been able to sense when Rose is nearby, early on discovering that with a little bit of concentration he can even pick up what she is feeling - especially when she is emoting as strongly as right now. It didn't seem to work over long distances but when she’s close, his skin tingles with awareness and something in his mind just comes alive. Even now, lost as he is in his fantasies of Rose, he still knows she’s there. He can feel her curiosity and nervousness and briefly considers stopping what he is doing and diving under the blankets, but then thinks better of it. If she wants to spy on him, he might as well give her a good show.
He moans a little louder for her benefit and continues to pump his hand slowly up and down his rock-hard, throbbing cock. Knowing her eyes are on him and that she is watching his every move a surge of lust shoots through him with such power it takes his breath away.
Trying desperately to get his body under control - he isn't ready for this to end yet - he concentrates on Rose. He can feel her shock and embarrassment but that quickly morphs to arousal as she continues to watch him pleasure himself. He moans again, partly for show, and partly because her reaction is arousing him even more. Then arching his body slightly off the bed, he gives her a perfect view of what he is doing.
Above his laboured breathing and the slap of skin against skin, he senses more than hears Rose’s quick intake of breath and a moment later his nostrils flare as the scent of her arousal fills the room. He can feel his orgasm building as his hand moves faster and faster. From across the room he can feel Rose's arousal build with his and it is almost too much. He throws back his head and lets with a feral growl. He hears Rose's whimper and he is filled with a purely male pride at having caused this reaction in her.
He doesn't want to finish like this. He wants Rose to have an active role. So, with no small amount of effort, he stills the movement of his hand and squeezes the base of his cock. He turns his head and looks at her just in time to catch her raising her eyes to his face. When their eyes meet he is amused as she lets out a little squeak of surprise and her hand covers her mouth. His lips curl into a slow smile as he takes in the messy, golden halo of her hair and the flushed skin of her face and neck. Her eyes are wide and so dark they were almost black. He can't resist a quick glance at the rapidly rising and falling flesh exposed by the gaping robe she wore.
He swallows and licks his lips, trying to moisten his dry mouth. Looking back up at her, he teasingly asks, "Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to give me a hand?"
***
A flush quickly rises in her cheeks at his words, but she recognizes the challenge in his expression and Rose Tyler never backs down from a challenge. Squaring her shoulders she holds his gaze, despite her embarrassment and moves slowly towards him. She lets her hips sway provocatively as she approaches him. Stopping, just out of his reach, she deliberately sweeps her eyes down his long, lanky body.
She takes in his sculpted chest and lean, wiry arms before moving her gaze down his flat stomach. Her fingers itch to feel the trail of hair that started just above his navel. She wonders if it is as soft as it looks. She pauses when she her eyes reach his erection still fully fisted in his hand. Her face splits with a wide, cheeky grin as his cock twitches under her gaze. Finally, continuing her visual exploration, her gaze sweeps down his long, muscular legs, toned from all the running, over his cute knobby knees and down to his large slender feet. She reverses the process, slowly running her eyes back up his body, pausing again at his erection before once more meeting his gaze.
"Oh you seem to have yourself well in hand," Rose says grinning saucily. His eyebrows rise in a mixture of shock and amusement but he doesn’t have time to form a reply because she is once again moving toward him.
The mattress dips under her weight as she climbs on to the bed and kneels beside him. She just stares at him for a moment, as if trying to best figure out how to proceed. She nibbles on her bottom lip, giving away her nervousness. The Doctor suppresses his sudden urge to snog her soundly. Instead he waits, wanting desperately to see what she would do next.
Reaching out with one finger, Rose starts at the tip of his nose and slowly trails it down across his lips, down over his chin and ghosts his throat. With a feather light touch, she continues, gliding her finger down the centre of his chest. When she reaches his stomach she briefly dances her fingers through the line of hair that leads directly down, confirming her earlier query. His stomach quivers under her caress and she looks up at him with an evil grin. Reaching the tip of his cock, she skirts wide, avoiding it completely - much to the Doctor's disappointment. Still grinning she bats away his hand that is still clutching the base of his cock.
She shifts beside him, raises one leg and straddles him. Her bottom is resting on his thighs as she pauses to just look at him. Rose's face is a mask of concentration as once again she reaches out with one finger. This time she trails, feather light, down the length of his erection. Her grin grows even wider when Doctor groans softly and squirms underneath her.
"But," she says, her single finger still trailing light touches up and down his twitching member, "your technique could use a little work." On the last word, she encircles him with her soft, clever hand, and begins to stroke him in earnest.
"Fuck," the Doctor growls and bucks underneath her. Only his hands, that suddenly grab her thighs, keep her from being through off of him. Between how sensitive he is from his earlier activities and the feel and smell of her arousal, he quickly comes undone in her hands.
His hands on her thighs are bruising, but she doesn't care. Having the Doctor so completely at her mercy is the strongest aphrodisiac the universe had to offer. She speeds up her stokes, reveling in the power she has over him. He trembles underneath her fighting for some shred of control. His head is thrown back and the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. Something between a growl and a moan escapes his mouth and are does incredible things to her insides
Suddenly, her eyes light up with wicked intent, and she scoots back slightly, dislodging his hands from her thighs, before leaning over and taking him fully into her mouth. He shouts out, a foreign monologue rolls off his tongue. The TARDIS isn't translating, but she has the feeling even if he was speaking English, that she wouldn't be able to understand him.
His hands move to the back of her head to fist in her hair. He doesn’t add any pressure, just encouragement. She feels him swell even further in her mouth and she knows he is on the edge. Speeding up her movements, she adds even more suction, determined to push him over the precipice, to see him fall completely at her mercy. Reaching down, she lightly cups his balls and rolls them gently in her hand, then moves her finger down to stroke along his perineum. She is rewarded for her efforts when the Doctor growls at her.
"Fuck…Rose…gonna…stop…FUCK!"
With that her mouth is flooded with him. He tastes earthy and sweet at the same time. Like nothing she has ever tasted before. She tries to swallow everything but he keeps coming. His body is ridged as a board and a bit of his seed spills from the corner of her mouth and dribbles down her chin. She continues to work him with her lips and tongue, swallowing, licking, milking every drop, until he slumps boneless under her.
She looks up at him and lets him slip from her mouth with a wet pop. His eyes are closed, his face is slack and his breathing is rapid. He is gorgeous. Sitting up, she grins smugly at the state she has reduced him to. She goes to use the sleeve of her robe to wipe her chin, when quick as lighting he sits up in front of her. His hand darts out to grab hold of her wrist with a vice like grip, effectively restrain her.
He has some how managed to get his breathing under control and is looking at her with such naked passion that her own breath is taken from her. His eyes are almost completely black, only a thin circle of blue showing around his dilated pupils and Rose finds herself unable to look away. Her heart is pounding in her chest and for the first time since this all started she wonders what she has gotten herself in for.
The same slow, lazy smile he had given her early reappears on his face as he slowly leans in toward her. Rose expects him to kiss her but instead his tongue sweeps out to lick the semen that is still on her chin, causing her to gasp and shudder against him. He pulls back slightly and chuckling softly before claiming her mouth with fervour. He kisses her the same way he does everything - with passion and strength and complete intent. He doesn't wait for an invitation and pushes his tongue roughly into her mouth, making it quite evident that he is claiming her as his. Rose finds that she doesn't mind. In fact her brain finally realizes what her heart has known from 'run' - she is his. Totally. Completely. Forever. His.
She tries to match him kiss for kiss but soon discovers the futility of it. Instead she just wraps her arms around his neck and surrenders herself to the Oncoming Storm. Somehow she finds herself on her back, his naked body half on top of her, the Doctor never once breaking the kiss.
Soon oxygen becomes an issue and Rose is forced to wrench her mouth away with a gasp. Not missing a beat, the Doctor moves his attack to her jaw and neck with little, biting kisses. He slides his tongue up her neck to her ear where he nibbles and suckles on her earlobe causing her to whimper and buck her hips against him in a silent plea.
He feels the wave of surprise and joy flowing from her as her thigh brushes against his hard cock. "Superior physiology," he whispers in her ear. With a devilish twinkle in his eye he raises his head to look down at her and his trademark manic grin splits across his face. "I could go all night," he grinds out, his voice, dark and threatening and full of promise before leaning back down to give her a quick, hard kiss.
Rose can only moan and clutch at his shoulders as he trails kisses back down her throat and across her chest. He bites the swell of her breast above her small tank top making her cry out and arch into him. "But Miss Tyler," he says, between bites and licks across what exposed flesh he can find. "You seem to have me at a distinct disadvantage."
"Wha?" Rose can hear the words but the fog of lust that fills her head makes it impossible for her to make sense of them.
"Clothes Rose. You're wearing them,” he quips, feeling rather smug with the state he has reduced her to.
"Oh," she says, realization finally donning. "Well, take 'em off me then," she orders, a challenge flashing in her eye.
He moves to straddle her legs and quickly loosens the tie holding her robe closed. Then he grabs her shoulders and pulls her to sit up in a reversal of their earlier position. He helps her shrug out of the robe and then buries his fingers in her hair, pulling her in for another kiss.
As they kiss, Rose runs her hands across his shoulders and down his back, exploring as much of him as she can, pleased to be in a less passive role. She marvels at the way his muscles bunch and jump under her touch. She breaks the kiss to trail her lips and teeth across his jaw and down his neck, paying particular attention to the junction of his shoulder when she gets a particularly feral growl as she kisses him there.
His hands move to the hem of her tank top and toy with the skin at her waist for a minute before diving underneath to smooth up her sides. His thumbs brush the sides of her breasts teasingly then move back down to grab the offending top. Without warning he yanks the top up over her head, the sudden motion throwing her back on to the bed.
He looks down at her for a moment, naked from the waist up, hair a wild mess framing her face. Her eyes are dark and sparkling, and her lips are swollen from his kisses. Her small breasts, perfectly shaped rise and fall with her rapid breathing and her nipples are taunt little peaks, begging for his touch. But he never gave into begging…at least not right away.
Leaning down he begins licking and nibbling along the underside of her breasts, first one then the other. He moves to the sides and the upper swell treating each breast to the same thorough treatment but never moves to where she wanted him the most.
With a groan of frustration she grabs his head and tries to guide him to her nipple, but he just grabs her wrists and pins them to her sides while he continued to torment her.
"D…Doctor, please," Rose stammers, struggling against his restraining hands.
"Please what, Rose?" he asks softly, glancing up at her flushed face.
Rose silently curses his calm voice as she, in comparison, struggles to form even the smallest syllable. She squirms and thrusts against him, trying to manoeuvre him where she wants him, but he always seems to know how she is going to move and moves himself to compensate, always keeping just out of her reach. She whimpers and thrashes about, certain that he is going to drive her mad.
"Do you want me to suck you nipples, Rose," he asks, finally taking pity on her. Rose whimpers some more and nods her head emphatically. "Well, why didn't you just say so," he teases, before taking a nipple and sucking…hard.
A spike of electricity shoots through her and Rose screams her pleasure - her body arching under him, pressing herself against him even more. She has heard people say that there are women who can orgasm from a bloke just working their breasts but she has never believed it…until now.
The pool of pleasure low in her belly coils impossible tighter and she feels a flood of moisture between her legs. Her body trembles, begging for release. She begins to struggle against him, trying to tug her hands free or throw him off balance with her wild bucking but he holds her securely, not letting her escape as he moves his attention to her other nipple.
She begins to mumble incoherently but he is able to pick out a bit of what she is saying. "Please, please…Doc…need you…oh God."
The Doctor releases her breast and looks up at her. Sweat drenched hair clings to her face and her eyes are impossible, dark pools of desire. "I think it's my turn to give you a hand," he says, his voice rough a his desire once again starts to challenge his control.
With quick, cat-like movements he strips her of her sleeping shorts and knickers, leaving her naked before him. He can't help but take a moment to feast his eyes on her. Everything about her speaks of her desire for him, her eyes are darker than he's ever seen them, her skin is flushed and glistening, her nipples, hard little nubs, rising toward him with her rapid breathing, the drenched curls between her legs. Of all the things he's seen in his long, long life, nothing has ever heated his blood as much as her, pink and golden spread wantonly across his bed.
It wasn't just what his eyes can see; his other senses are drowning in her as well. The air around them is saturated with her scent. Her pheromones filling his head, screaming her need, intoxicating him. And he can sense her, inside him, around him. She is everywhere. He can feel her lust, her desire…her love and it fills him in a way that drives all remaining rational thought from his head.
She starts to reach out for him, and feeling her impatience he pounces. He grabs her wrists and pins them above her head with one large hand. Wedging a leg between hers, he leans over her, effectively rendering her helpless.
"My turn," he growls, leaning in to kiss her neck. His free hand slides down her body to caress her thigh as far as he can reach. He slides it back up her inner thigh until he's cupping her sex in his large palm.
Rose whimpers and struggles against him, trying to tug her hands free, desperate for more but he does nothing but rest his hand against her and she's powerless under him.
Her heat scorches him and he can feel his hand become slick with her juices. "You've had your fun Rose, now it's my turn," he whispers, and is rewarded with a fresh flood of moisture.
"I didn't tease," she grits out between pants.
He seems to contemplate this for a moment. "No you didn't did you," he says and without warning he thrusts two long fingers inside her.
In that moment something completely unexpected happens. His eyes widen in surprise and awe as he looks down at Rose. His connection with her, the awareness of her that's he's always had, sparks and begins to grow and strengthen. Now, he's not just able to just sense her emotions but he’s suddenly able to feel what she feels. He can feel his probing fingers and the coiling tension in her belly. He can feel the tingling warmth in her limbs and the wild beating of her single heart.
He reaches out tentatively with his mind. 'Rose.' He’s rewarded as her eyes snap open to stare at him in shock. He smiles at her and her shock quickly gives way to recognition and she smiles back. 'Can you feel me?' he asks.
Her smile widens and she nods before returning his question in the same way. He doesn't 'hear' her words; instead he's filled with a sense of curiosity and query, as her untrained mind tries to deal with the new form of communication but the fact that she's able to do that much is amazing. He nods and fills her mind with his pride and admiration.
He starts moving his hand, thrusting his fingers in and out. All thoughts and curiosity fly away from Rose's mind leaving her with just raw want and need. The Doctor curls his fingers, probing at her most hidden and secret place. He can feel how close she is, but he desperately wants to savour every second, every sound, every sensation as it flows through her and echoes through him.
As he continues to thrust his fingers slowly in and out of her, he tentatively reaches out with his mind and pushes gently into hers. He looks for and immediately finds her pleasure and darts out to wrap himself around it, holding it, stoking it but refusing to let it explode.
He holds her at the brink, not letting her fall until she's a quivering sobbing mess beneath him. Her mind is crying out, begging him to let her fall. And then he does. He presses a thumb against her clit and simultaneously releases his hold on her mind and fills her with a wave of love so intense he can’t breathe
Her orgasm hits them both like a freight train. She trembles uncontrollably and she clenches around his fingers as they continue to move working to keep her at the height of ecstasy for as long as possible. Her impassioned screams fill his ears and he's quite certain it's the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. His body thrums as each wave of pleasure that slams through her, flows through him as well.
In this state her mind is completely open to him and he closes his eyes and watches as her memories and her feelings pour through him. All her most treasured memories from her life on the Powel Estate mixed with memories of her adventures with him stream by and he cherishes each and every one. After being so alone in his head for so long, her presences is like a soothing balm and he'll never be able to tell her how much this means to him. How much she means to him.
"You'll never have to. I already know."
He opens his eyes to see her looking up at him, her climax having finally receded. Her eyes are hooded, her face red and blotchy, and there are tears in her eyes. She'd never looked more beautiful to him. He removes his fingers and releases her hands to cover her completely with his body. Slipping his other knee between her legs, she shifts under him to align their bodies. Without breaking eye contact he slides into her with one smooth thrust.
He pulls out of her until just the tip of his cock remains, before pushing back into her slowly. He moves like this for a while, with smooth, controlled movements, never breaking his gaze, just marvelling at the feeling of filling her and being filled by her.
Her hands roam his back and shoulders. She scrapes her fingernails through his short-cropped hair and pulls him down for a kiss. She draws his bottom lip into her mouth and suckles gently as her legs rise to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back.
’Never leave me?’
She feels with every cell of her being his desperation as he clings to her with his body and his mind. This primal need for her laced with fear. She kisses him again, her mind answering his unspoken need with a whisper of 'Forever yours.'
His control snaps.
Rearing up above her, he grabs her waist and begins to speed up his thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and harder he moves until he's pounding into her. Reaching behind him he unlocks her ankles and drapes her knees over his shoulders, before rising on his knees and grabbing her waist once again. He lifts her to meet his thrusts until she's bowed beneath him. She's helpless to do anything in this position so she simple raises her hands to grasp the cool iron of the headboard and hangs on for dear life.
He pounds into her relentlessly, fuelled by her moans and screams. He can feel her fluttering around him and he can feel another orgasm building through their connection. He slides his hand down and begins to rub furiously at her clit and within seconds she's screaming his name and her walls are clenching around him spasmodically. She's thrashing and crying out, her climax racing through her and still he continues to hammer in and out of her forcing a third and even more powerful orgasm to slam through her.
As her orgasm fades and she begins to go limp, he lets himself go and with a shout he slams into her one final time and comes violently. He collapses on top of her with a ragged gasp and they cling to each other as he empties himself in her.
This time it is her mind that is filled with images of his past. Orange skies and silver trees. Wonders he's seen and faces he's loved, ending with an image of her face smiling up at him, tongue peeking out from between her teeth.
They lay there, limbs tangled, trembling in each other's arms, gasping for breath. She runs her hands up and down her back soothingly and he plants soft, lingering kisses to her neck and shoulder. Eventually he pushes himself up and looks down at her. He reaches out to her and tenderly brushes a damp curl from her cheek leaning down and giving her a soft lingering kiss. No words are needed as he rolls off of her, pulling her to lie against him, her head tucking in against his shoulder. Their link speaks for them and they both fill with a blissful peace that neither has ever dreamed of experiencing. They fall asleep that way, locked in each other's arms, and in each other's love.
***
The TARDIS spins through the vortex singing her haunting song. But instead of the pain and loneliness that usually accompanies her beautiful melody the notes are sweet and joyous -- and maybe just a little bit smug. When it comes to giving both humans and Time Lords a hand, no one gets the job done better than her.