Fic: Upon the Brink
Title: Upon the Brink
Series: Matchmaker
Author: tardisblue
Beta: The ever so wonderful wildwinterwitch
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: T
Summary: The Doctor closed his eyes, tilting his head back. He had fallen. And he had fallen hard.
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to wildwinterwitch for her support and superb beta-ing skills. A big thank you also goes out to amberfocus and my significant other for taking the time to help me think up a title for this piece.
Part 1 - Entanglement Part 2 - Enchantment Part 3: Upon the Brink
The Doctor burst into the Tardis, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Shutting the door a bit more forcefully than he intended to, the Doctor stumbled over to a supporting strut, leaning heavily against it. He was out of breath. Which he really shouldn’t be. After all, he was a Time Lord with two hearts and a handy respiratory bypass system. So he shouldn’t be out of breath. Not really. Yet here he was, his head spinning and both his hearts pounding madly in his chest. And all because of a certain Rose Marion Tyler.
The Doctor closed his eyes, tilting his head back.
He had fallen. And he had fallen hard. He seemed unable to control himself around Rose in this body. Every moment, all the time, he wanted to be touching her, holding her, caressing her, kissing her, tasting her, making love to her, becoming one with her.
He swallowed.
And he had almost done so. Not only in the physical sense, but mentally, to be joined together, connected in mind. The Doctor had momentarily abandoned his thinning line of control when Rose’s soft fingers caressed his jaw, when he in return stroked the bare skin of her arm, when he had stroked the smooth, delicate skin of her wrist, and pulled her down upon him so their faces were only centimetres apart, her lips parted, searching for his. He had let go in that moment, reaching out to touch, to caress Rose’s mind. He had felt her in that brief moment, felt her desire, her arousal and her fierce love for him. Oh, to be so close, so close to joining with her, the one person who made his existence worth living, the person who kept his hearts beating, the person he -
Loved.
The Doctor opened his eyes, gazing up into the depths of the domed Tardis ceiling.
He had felt this way towards Rose for quite some time now. And for quite some time, he had been able to push these thoughts and feelings into the very back of his mind by distracting himself with everything and anything that happened to be around him, whether it was a fascinating alien species or a simple jar of jam. When distractions were no longer enough, when he found himself too close to slipping, he would harshly rebuke himself with reminders of the strict codes that he had been bound to as a Time Lord, codes that had been instilled into him so very long ago. But he had never been one to follow the rules. As much as he tried to convince himself that it was the codes and rules holding him back, he knew otherwise. It wasn’t the codes.
It was fear.
The fear of opening up his hearts to Rose. The fear of knowing that if he did so, the despair of impending loss would always haunt him, a clock ticking, counting down in the shadows. The fear of the day when Rose’s short human life would be cruelly snatched away from him, a light snuffed, leaving him in complete, utter darkness.
No. He did not want to think on that.
The Doctor took a shaky breath, trying to distract himself with other thoughts. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Other thoughts. Good thoughts. Good thoughts like strawberries. He liked strawberries. And jam. Strawberries with jam. Rose liked strawberries. Rose. The way Rose tasted when she…wait. No. That was Cassandra. Cassandra was not a good thought. Oh, if only it had been Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose. Rose’s bright eyes fixed upon his. The feel of Rose’s creamy, silken skin under his fingertips. The sight of Rose’s pink lips, parted for his. The musky smell that was so distinctly Rose when -
The Doctor straightened hurriedly as his ears caught the sound of Rose’s voice drawing closer from outside the Tardis, still in a lengthy conversation with Jackie on her mobile. Adjusting his trousers, he realized that his thoughts had left him with a… problem. A problem that he would need to take care of. And soon, lest Rose walk in and see his aching predicament. The Doctor began to hurry across the console room, setting course for his bedroom, a room rarely inhabited. He had taken no more than several steps when his foot caught on something. Suddenly, he was airborne, flying forwards with his arms windmilling wildly as he unsuccessfully attempted to catch his balance, hitting the floor with a yelp and a loud crash. Wincing, the Doctor turned back, searching out the cause of his fall. He stared, completely puzzled.
How did a large tin of chocolate biscuits end up in the middle of the console room?
-:-
The Tardis hurriedly focused her attentions to piloting herself through the vortex, suppressing the urge to titter at the bewildered expression on her Time Lord’s face. She would need to take more care the next time she decided to hide things. She was lucky that the Doctor had been preoccupied as of late, oblivious to her little tricks. She felt for her Time Lord. She really did. He had been alone for far too long. He needed Rose. And Rose needed him. She would help them see that. Despite her earlier annoyance at Jackie Tyler’s interruption, she was rather pleased. Things were moving along quite well. It would only be a matter of time.
Series: Matchmaker
Author: tardisblue
Beta: The ever so wonderful wildwinterwitch
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: T
Summary: The Doctor closed his eyes, tilting his head back. He had fallen. And he had fallen hard.
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to wildwinterwitch for her support and superb beta-ing skills. A big thank you also goes out to amberfocus and my significant other for taking the time to help me think up a title for this piece.
Part 1 - Entanglement Part 2 - Enchantment Part 3: Upon the Brink
The Doctor burst into the Tardis, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Shutting the door a bit more forcefully than he intended to, the Doctor stumbled over to a supporting strut, leaning heavily against it. He was out of breath. Which he really shouldn’t be. After all, he was a Time Lord with two hearts and a handy respiratory bypass system. So he shouldn’t be out of breath. Not really. Yet here he was, his head spinning and both his hearts pounding madly in his chest. And all because of a certain Rose Marion Tyler.
The Doctor closed his eyes, tilting his head back.
He had fallen. And he had fallen hard. He seemed unable to control himself around Rose in this body. Every moment, all the time, he wanted to be touching her, holding her, caressing her, kissing her, tasting her, making love to her, becoming one with her.
He swallowed.
And he had almost done so. Not only in the physical sense, but mentally, to be joined together, connected in mind. The Doctor had momentarily abandoned his thinning line of control when Rose’s soft fingers caressed his jaw, when he in return stroked the bare skin of her arm, when he had stroked the smooth, delicate skin of her wrist, and pulled her down upon him so their faces were only centimetres apart, her lips parted, searching for his. He had let go in that moment, reaching out to touch, to caress Rose’s mind. He had felt her in that brief moment, felt her desire, her arousal and her fierce love for him. Oh, to be so close, so close to joining with her, the one person who made his existence worth living, the person who kept his hearts beating, the person he -
Loved.
The Doctor opened his eyes, gazing up into the depths of the domed Tardis ceiling.
He had felt this way towards Rose for quite some time now. And for quite some time, he had been able to push these thoughts and feelings into the very back of his mind by distracting himself with everything and anything that happened to be around him, whether it was a fascinating alien species or a simple jar of jam. When distractions were no longer enough, when he found himself too close to slipping, he would harshly rebuke himself with reminders of the strict codes that he had been bound to as a Time Lord, codes that had been instilled into him so very long ago. But he had never been one to follow the rules. As much as he tried to convince himself that it was the codes and rules holding him back, he knew otherwise. It wasn’t the codes.
It was fear.
The fear of opening up his hearts to Rose. The fear of knowing that if he did so, the despair of impending loss would always haunt him, a clock ticking, counting down in the shadows. The fear of the day when Rose’s short human life would be cruelly snatched away from him, a light snuffed, leaving him in complete, utter darkness.
No. He did not want to think on that.
The Doctor took a shaky breath, trying to distract himself with other thoughts. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Other thoughts. Good thoughts. Good thoughts like strawberries. He liked strawberries. And jam. Strawberries with jam. Rose liked strawberries. Rose. The way Rose tasted when she…wait. No. That was Cassandra. Cassandra was not a good thought. Oh, if only it had been Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose. Rose’s bright eyes fixed upon his. The feel of Rose’s creamy, silken skin under his fingertips. The sight of Rose’s pink lips, parted for his. The musky smell that was so distinctly Rose when -
The Doctor straightened hurriedly as his ears caught the sound of Rose’s voice drawing closer from outside the Tardis, still in a lengthy conversation with Jackie on her mobile. Adjusting his trousers, he realized that his thoughts had left him with a… problem. A problem that he would need to take care of. And soon, lest Rose walk in and see his aching predicament. The Doctor began to hurry across the console room, setting course for his bedroom, a room rarely inhabited. He had taken no more than several steps when his foot caught on something. Suddenly, he was airborne, flying forwards with his arms windmilling wildly as he unsuccessfully attempted to catch his balance, hitting the floor with a yelp and a loud crash. Wincing, the Doctor turned back, searching out the cause of his fall. He stared, completely puzzled.
How did a large tin of chocolate biscuits end up in the middle of the console room?
-:-
The Tardis hurriedly focused her attentions to piloting herself through the vortex, suppressing the urge to titter at the bewildered expression on her Time Lord’s face. She would need to take more care the next time she decided to hide things. She was lucky that the Doctor had been preoccupied as of late, oblivious to her little tricks. She felt for her Time Lord. She really did. He had been alone for far too long. He needed Rose. And Rose needed him. She would help them see that. Despite her earlier annoyance at Jackie Tyler’s interruption, she was rather pleased. Things were moving along quite well. It would only be a matter of time.