Fic. On His Knees (1/1)
Authors Notes: Mother Superior inspired me with a comment...and this is the result. I've managed to get internet access at my brothers, so more fics will be forthcoming over the next two weeks (Oh Noes, I hear you cry!) *grins*
On His Knees
Inspired by a comment by doctorsdiva...
He honestly can’t remember how he came to be on his knees, only remembers the screaming and the pain that preceded it. Then memory returns, and he feels the silence in his head where once a million voices could be heard. That was what had driven him to his knees, and he slumps forward, his head in his hands as the grief, and rage, and pain overwhelm him. He will never be able to kneel down again without feeling this agony, he thinks.
The second time he finds himself in that position, he is terrified. Not of the Daleks, but of her. His Rose...but not. Taking the Time Vortex inside herself has made her a God, a vengeful God. A dying God...and he knows that cannot be allowed to happen, she is too important to the universe...she is his universe. So he does what he has wanted to do for what feels like his whole lifetime. With a corny line, he steals her breath away from her...along with the Vortex. As he sends it back to its rightful place, he is suffused with peace. Finally. His last thought is for his new self.
Love her.
The third time, he is chained at her feet on some God-forsaken world, where the locals think she is a Goddess, and he her supplicant. They don’t know just how true that is...how right they are. He is, and always will be hers...and the only one who doesn’t know this, is Rose herself. As he is forced to abase himself at her feet, he thinks that it is time. She needs to know...he needs her to know. So he bends his head further, and brushes his lips across the top of her foot, allowing the tip of his tongue to glance against her flesh. He smirks as he hears her gasp in realisation.
He is again at her feet the fourth time...but this time he is there voluntarily. He swirls his tongue against the soft pink flesh of her thigh, leaving a wet trail of Gallifreyan words she will never decipher. Words like mine, forever, love, always; words he wants to say, but can’t. Not ever. Too dangerous. Words almost as dangerous as his true name. Oh, he does love her, will always love her, but her life will be gone in the blink of an eye compared to his, and he cannot bear the pain of that thought, so he immerses his senses in her, his nimble tongue playing her until she is as taut as a bowstring, and holding herself up on the console. As her release hits her like a supernova, and she quivers beneath his onslaught, he bows to the inevitable. This is where he belongs, at her feet. Her lover...and so much more.
The final time, they kneel together hand in hand as the celebrant reads the words over their head that will tie them to each other for all eternity. The Bad Wolf and The Oncoming Storm. Time’s Champions. A love story fashioned among the stars that transcends Time and Space.
His.
Forever.
On His Knees
Inspired by a comment by doctorsdiva...
He honestly can’t remember how he came to be on his knees, only remembers the screaming and the pain that preceded it. Then memory returns, and he feels the silence in his head where once a million voices could be heard. That was what had driven him to his knees, and he slumps forward, his head in his hands as the grief, and rage, and pain overwhelm him. He will never be able to kneel down again without feeling this agony, he thinks.
The second time he finds himself in that position, he is terrified. Not of the Daleks, but of her. His Rose...but not. Taking the Time Vortex inside herself has made her a God, a vengeful God. A dying God...and he knows that cannot be allowed to happen, she is too important to the universe...she is his universe. So he does what he has wanted to do for what feels like his whole lifetime. With a corny line, he steals her breath away from her...along with the Vortex. As he sends it back to its rightful place, he is suffused with peace. Finally. His last thought is for his new self.
Love her.
The third time, he is chained at her feet on some God-forsaken world, where the locals think she is a Goddess, and he her supplicant. They don’t know just how true that is...how right they are. He is, and always will be hers...and the only one who doesn’t know this, is Rose herself. As he is forced to abase himself at her feet, he thinks that it is time. She needs to know...he needs her to know. So he bends his head further, and brushes his lips across the top of her foot, allowing the tip of his tongue to glance against her flesh. He smirks as he hears her gasp in realisation.
He is again at her feet the fourth time...but this time he is there voluntarily. He swirls his tongue against the soft pink flesh of her thigh, leaving a wet trail of Gallifreyan words she will never decipher. Words like mine, forever, love, always; words he wants to say, but can’t. Not ever. Too dangerous. Words almost as dangerous as his true name. Oh, he does love her, will always love her, but her life will be gone in the blink of an eye compared to his, and he cannot bear the pain of that thought, so he immerses his senses in her, his nimble tongue playing her until she is as taut as a bowstring, and holding herself up on the console. As her release hits her like a supernova, and she quivers beneath his onslaught, he bows to the inevitable. This is where he belongs, at her feet. Her lover...and so much more.
The final time, they kneel together hand in hand as the celebrant reads the words over their head that will tie them to each other for all eternity. The Bad Wolf and The Oncoming Storm. Time’s Champions. A love story fashioned among the stars that transcends Time and Space.
His.
Forever.