Fic. The Joy Of Text (1/1)
Authors Notes: You wanted the sequel to Phone!Sex - Time Lord Style, so here it is. In which Rose tries for revenge.
The Joy Of Text (sequel to Phone!Sex - Time Lord Style)
Rose was completely and utterly fed up. The Doctor had left her here, three days ago, with her mother, saying that it wouldn’t be proper for her to go with him as he quashed the rebellion on Beta Aricula Six, as the population there had banished their females to another world while the battles raged, and the penalty for disobeying that law was death, and not a pleasant one either.
She still hadn’t figured out just how death could be pleasant, and shook her head as she realised even her thoughts had started to be like the Doctor, rambling along. Really, she had understood why she couldn’t go, but she missed her bed on the Tardis, missed the hum of the Time Rotor, but more than anything, she missed him. She was glad she had bought him that mobile phone the last time she had been here. He had said he wouldn’t be able to talk to her, but hadn’t said she couldn’t text him. Grabbing her phone off the coffee table and wandering into her bedroom, almost throwing herself onto the bed, she checked for messages one more time, whilst she remembered a certain phone call.
She grinned.
Payback was a bitch.
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The Doctor sat at the table, around which were seated the dignitaries and politicians of Beta Aricula Six and its associated moons, and tried to focus on the current argument, whilst trying not to appear impatient. He had had enough of this, and wanted to go back to the Tardis, pick up Rose from Jackie’s, and get back to normal. Staying in one place made him antsy, and being without Rose for any length of time just exacerbated that antsiness. Is that even a word? Probably, somewhere it is, but...He pulled his thoughts back from the incipient ramble he knew was there, and forced himself to listen to the Ambassador of Thrull state his case for ownership of the Kardigle Broadsword.
He was suddenly aware of a pleasurable sensation in the region of his right groin. He was distracted by the vibration in his trouser pocket and had to shift in his seat as it was felt somewhere extremely welcome most of the time, but not right now. Oh, now that just wasn’t playing fair. He managed to get his hand in his pocket by thrusting his leg straight under the table, pulled out the offending article and decided he really need to have a little chat with Rose about timing. Good job he had it set to silent. This lot weren’t too fond of music.
He clicked on the small icon on the display, absently noting it was a text from Rose.
Hi. How’s it going? Coming back soon? Miss you. And the sonic. xx
There was a smiling little face winking at him. He half smiled. Ignoring the now strident argument going on around him, his fingers flew silently over the buttons.
Hello love. Still arguing and bickering. Miss you too. Sonic has new setting .Dunno when I’ll be back. Sorry.xx
Adding a sad face icon to the message, he pressed send and put his phone back in his pocket. He stood and tried to break into the argument to try and force a civilised discussion. He was just hitting his stride, explaining his reasons for wanting to take that damned sword with him, when his groin vibrated again. He closed his mouth with a snap, immediately sat back down, and waved his hand at the protagonists to continue what they were doing. He had had to sit, for the simple reason that the phone’s vibrations were having a somewhat inconvenient effect on certain parts of his anatomy - parts that should not react that quickly to a small vibration. He was a Time Lord, after all, and above such base reactions - or so he tried to tell himself. He pulled the phone out again.
What, setting 3423F not good enough? This new one blow my mind? Come home - I’m naked.xxx
Oh, she knew what that would do, he thought. Guaranteed to get a rise out of him, so to speak. And he was now thinking like a human, with innuendo and puns. It did indeed get a rise out of him - so much so, he doubted he’d be able to stand up again for at least half an hour. He sighed. He was uncomfortable now, his trousers tight around the crotch, and he thought he better tell her to behave for the moment and he would ring her later.
Please Rose, stop it. I’m busy. And hard. Not good. Ring you later.x
He pressed send and stared at it for a minute or two just in case she replied. When it stayed silent and still, he breathed a sigh of relief and again replaced the offending item back in his pocket. Turning his attention back to what had become a blistering attack on the current speaker’s parentage, he willed his erection to subside, and prepared himself to calm things down. He had almost succeeded when a buzzing in his trouser pocket signalled another text from Rose, and another instance of cutting him off in full verbal flow. He sat down heavily, feeling sweat beading on his upper lip and a flush beginning to colour his face. She was going to kill him. If the Ambassador didn’t get to him first. The assembled dignitaries were showing their displeasure at his inability to finish a proposed resolution...and he was now so hard he was aching. So he did the only thing he could - he grabbed the damned Sword of whatever-it-was, waving it in the air as he sped for his room and the Tardis, hoping to solve his other problem as soon as he got back to Rose.
As the Tardis materialised in Rose’s room, he sped down the ramp and flung open the door, expecting to find a beautifully naked Rose Tyler. What met him was silence. No Rose. He was now completely confused. She had said she was naked - surely she hadn’t gone anywhere without clothing? Running a hand through his hair, he frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket with his other hand, and realised he hadn’t read Rose’s last text. He clicked to open it.
Ok. Going to Shareens then. Back later. Love u x
He groaned. Why did it have to be now when she finally did as he asked? Then he had an idea. His fingers flew over the buttons, and then pressed send. His face was plastered with a wicked smirk.
I’m home, naked and hard. Could use a hand.Or a mouth. Xxx
He slowly made his way to their bedroom, stepping over the shining cutlass on the floor, removing and dropping items of clothing along the way. By the time he reached the bedroom door, all that was left adorning his body were his socks and a grin. He had just sat down to remove these last items of apparel, when he heard the Tardis door creak open, someone running along the corridor and then a blonde blur hurled itself at him, pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, panting.
He grinned widely. She had somehow managed to rip her knickers from under her skirt as she ran, and he could feel how wet she was as she sat astride him.
“Hello Rose. Got my text, then? Come to lend me a hand...or a mouth?”
He groaned as she lifted slightly, then plunged straight down onto his cock, ramming herself all the way down his shaft until he could feel his balls against her arse, the heat of her making him buck and moan helplessly.
His abdominal muscles clenched and he drove himself upwards when she leaned over and panted into his ear.
“No. Helping myself. Ohhh, again, please, Doctor. Mmmm...Help you...later. Fuck me now.”
That broke him. He squeezed his eyes shut, grasped her hips tightly and pounded up into her for all he was worth, and within seconds she was screaming and clenching tightly around him. He was powerless to stop himself from joining her, crying out in his own release.
“Fuck, Rose, ohhhh, FUUUUUCK!”
She collapsed bonelessly on top of him as they both fought to catch their breath, and she began to giggle.
“Knew it would work. Never went to Shareen’s. Was in the bathroom. Waiting for you to show up. Figured you’d have your phone in your pocket, and the vibration setting turned on. Turned me on too. Thinking I could turn you on by text.” She looked up at him through lowered lashes, and evil grin on her face and her tongue perched firmly between her teeth.
The Doctor looked at her flushed face and grinned back at her.
“You do realise I’m now wanted on seven planets for stealing that damned sword, and it’s all your fault, Rose Tyler.” He growled as he pushed up from the bed and forced her into a sitting position.
Firmly grabbing her round the waist, he expertly flipped her and before she could gasp, he had pinned her to the mattress, and had begun to slowly thrust himself into her again. She could only moan as she realised he was still hard, and bucked her hips up to meet his.
“See what happens when you wind up a Time Lord? Next time, you come with me and stay in the Tardis.”
“Don’t you mean...oh yes...stay in the Tardis...ohhhh...and come?”
“Rose...aaaah”
“Yessssss, Doctor?”
“Shut up.”
The Joy Of Text (sequel to Phone!Sex - Time Lord Style)
Rose was completely and utterly fed up. The Doctor had left her here, three days ago, with her mother, saying that it wouldn’t be proper for her to go with him as he quashed the rebellion on Beta Aricula Six, as the population there had banished their females to another world while the battles raged, and the penalty for disobeying that law was death, and not a pleasant one either.
She still hadn’t figured out just how death could be pleasant, and shook her head as she realised even her thoughts had started to be like the Doctor, rambling along. Really, she had understood why she couldn’t go, but she missed her bed on the Tardis, missed the hum of the Time Rotor, but more than anything, she missed him. She was glad she had bought him that mobile phone the last time she had been here. He had said he wouldn’t be able to talk to her, but hadn’t said she couldn’t text him. Grabbing her phone off the coffee table and wandering into her bedroom, almost throwing herself onto the bed, she checked for messages one more time, whilst she remembered a certain phone call.
She grinned.
Payback was a bitch.
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The Doctor sat at the table, around which were seated the dignitaries and politicians of Beta Aricula Six and its associated moons, and tried to focus on the current argument, whilst trying not to appear impatient. He had had enough of this, and wanted to go back to the Tardis, pick up Rose from Jackie’s, and get back to normal. Staying in one place made him antsy, and being without Rose for any length of time just exacerbated that antsiness. Is that even a word? Probably, somewhere it is, but...He pulled his thoughts back from the incipient ramble he knew was there, and forced himself to listen to the Ambassador of Thrull state his case for ownership of the Kardigle Broadsword.
He was suddenly aware of a pleasurable sensation in the region of his right groin. He was distracted by the vibration in his trouser pocket and had to shift in his seat as it was felt somewhere extremely welcome most of the time, but not right now. Oh, now that just wasn’t playing fair. He managed to get his hand in his pocket by thrusting his leg straight under the table, pulled out the offending article and decided he really need to have a little chat with Rose about timing. Good job he had it set to silent. This lot weren’t too fond of music.
He clicked on the small icon on the display, absently noting it was a text from Rose.
Hi. How’s it going? Coming back soon? Miss you. And the sonic. xx
There was a smiling little face winking at him. He half smiled. Ignoring the now strident argument going on around him, his fingers flew silently over the buttons.
Hello love. Still arguing and bickering. Miss you too. Sonic has new setting .Dunno when I’ll be back. Sorry.xx
Adding a sad face icon to the message, he pressed send and put his phone back in his pocket. He stood and tried to break into the argument to try and force a civilised discussion. He was just hitting his stride, explaining his reasons for wanting to take that damned sword with him, when his groin vibrated again. He closed his mouth with a snap, immediately sat back down, and waved his hand at the protagonists to continue what they were doing. He had had to sit, for the simple reason that the phone’s vibrations were having a somewhat inconvenient effect on certain parts of his anatomy - parts that should not react that quickly to a small vibration. He was a Time Lord, after all, and above such base reactions - or so he tried to tell himself. He pulled the phone out again.
What, setting 3423F not good enough? This new one blow my mind? Come home - I’m naked.xxx
Oh, she knew what that would do, he thought. Guaranteed to get a rise out of him, so to speak. And he was now thinking like a human, with innuendo and puns. It did indeed get a rise out of him - so much so, he doubted he’d be able to stand up again for at least half an hour. He sighed. He was uncomfortable now, his trousers tight around the crotch, and he thought he better tell her to behave for the moment and he would ring her later.
Please Rose, stop it. I’m busy. And hard. Not good. Ring you later.x
He pressed send and stared at it for a minute or two just in case she replied. When it stayed silent and still, he breathed a sigh of relief and again replaced the offending item back in his pocket. Turning his attention back to what had become a blistering attack on the current speaker’s parentage, he willed his erection to subside, and prepared himself to calm things down. He had almost succeeded when a buzzing in his trouser pocket signalled another text from Rose, and another instance of cutting him off in full verbal flow. He sat down heavily, feeling sweat beading on his upper lip and a flush beginning to colour his face. She was going to kill him. If the Ambassador didn’t get to him first. The assembled dignitaries were showing their displeasure at his inability to finish a proposed resolution...and he was now so hard he was aching. So he did the only thing he could - he grabbed the damned Sword of whatever-it-was, waving it in the air as he sped for his room and the Tardis, hoping to solve his other problem as soon as he got back to Rose.
As the Tardis materialised in Rose’s room, he sped down the ramp and flung open the door, expecting to find a beautifully naked Rose Tyler. What met him was silence. No Rose. He was now completely confused. She had said she was naked - surely she hadn’t gone anywhere without clothing? Running a hand through his hair, he frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket with his other hand, and realised he hadn’t read Rose’s last text. He clicked to open it.
Ok. Going to Shareens then. Back later. Love u x
He groaned. Why did it have to be now when she finally did as he asked? Then he had an idea. His fingers flew over the buttons, and then pressed send. His face was plastered with a wicked smirk.
I’m home, naked and hard. Could use a hand.Or a mouth. Xxx
He slowly made his way to their bedroom, stepping over the shining cutlass on the floor, removing and dropping items of clothing along the way. By the time he reached the bedroom door, all that was left adorning his body were his socks and a grin. He had just sat down to remove these last items of apparel, when he heard the Tardis door creak open, someone running along the corridor and then a blonde blur hurled itself at him, pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, panting.
He grinned widely. She had somehow managed to rip her knickers from under her skirt as she ran, and he could feel how wet she was as she sat astride him.
“Hello Rose. Got my text, then? Come to lend me a hand...or a mouth?”
He groaned as she lifted slightly, then plunged straight down onto his cock, ramming herself all the way down his shaft until he could feel his balls against her arse, the heat of her making him buck and moan helplessly.
His abdominal muscles clenched and he drove himself upwards when she leaned over and panted into his ear.
“No. Helping myself. Ohhh, again, please, Doctor. Mmmm...Help you...later. Fuck me now.”
That broke him. He squeezed his eyes shut, grasped her hips tightly and pounded up into her for all he was worth, and within seconds she was screaming and clenching tightly around him. He was powerless to stop himself from joining her, crying out in his own release.
“Fuck, Rose, ohhhh, FUUUUUCK!”
She collapsed bonelessly on top of him as they both fought to catch their breath, and she began to giggle.
“Knew it would work. Never went to Shareen’s. Was in the bathroom. Waiting for you to show up. Figured you’d have your phone in your pocket, and the vibration setting turned on. Turned me on too. Thinking I could turn you on by text.” She looked up at him through lowered lashes, and evil grin on her face and her tongue perched firmly between her teeth.
The Doctor looked at her flushed face and grinned back at her.
“You do realise I’m now wanted on seven planets for stealing that damned sword, and it’s all your fault, Rose Tyler.” He growled as he pushed up from the bed and forced her into a sitting position.
Firmly grabbing her round the waist, he expertly flipped her and before she could gasp, he had pinned her to the mattress, and had begun to slowly thrust himself into her again. She could only moan as she realised he was still hard, and bucked her hips up to meet his.
“See what happens when you wind up a Time Lord? Next time, you come with me and stay in the Tardis.”
“Don’t you mean...oh yes...stay in the Tardis...ohhhh...and come?”
“Rose...aaaah”
“Yessssss, Doctor?”
“Shut up.”