Fic. Best Served Cold (1/1)
Author's Notes: Fourth in the 'Chasing the Demons' series. Written for mkejenkins for her birthday. Was going to be a drabble, but another one that got away from me a bit - blame Horny!Nine muse *grins* Hope you like it love *huggles*
Happy birthday, love - if it wasn’t for you, none of this series would have been written.
Best Served Cold - 4th in the ‘Chasing The Demons’ series - for mkejenkins, for her birthday.
The Doctor was in the library, sitting at his desk. He had left Rose asleep; she was exhausted by the emotional events of that evening, and their lovemaking afterwards. He had to admit, he was tired too, for the first time in a long while; only he couldn’t sleep.
He wanted - no, needed - retribution. Rose was the most beautiful human he had ever met, and no-one had the right to use and abuse her like she was nothing. Even thinking about it now made his blood boil, and the anger burned like an ember in his gut, threatening to burn him if he let it loose. And he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Shouldn’t.
Which was why he was sat at the desk, looking at the blank sheet of paper in front of him, knowing what he wanted to say, but not entirely sure how he would put that into words. Maybe putting how he felt in the form of a letter to Jimmy Stone would help ease the terrible feeling he had that he would cheerfully kill the little miserable cowardly bastard. So he picked up his pen and began to write.
Jimmy
You don’t know me, but I know you. All too well, I’m afraid. And what you do, what you have done, in your short miserable little life. On my world, you would have been chemically castrated, your mind wiped clean and then turned out into the wilderness to wander mindlessly until you either died from exposure, or were eaten by the Gilrean. That would almost be a fitting punishment; almost, but not quite. Not quite brutal enough, see.
Earth prisons are far too soft on people like you, who prey on the young, the weak, the needy. They lock you in a nice comfy cell with all the comforts of home; telly, good food, things to do, people to help you. Sometimes, you’re better off than the people you left outside; those you’ve left hurt, and bewildered, and desperate. And that...that just doesn’t seem right to me. Doesn’t fit my idea of justice.
Now me, I would have dropped you off somewhere nice and unfriendly - or given you to the Manateans to play with, before they ate you alive slowly. They like to play with their food before they eat it - and they like it fresh too. You would have suffered a hell of a lot if I had done that...but it still wouldn’t have been enough.
It’s impossible to think of something that would be enough for what you did to Rose, and the others. You tried to break her spirit, but you failed. All you did was make her stronger, more able to stand up for what she believes in, to stand up for those who are belittled, and abused, and put-upon, and mocked. And you should see her do that now, all over the universe. She is brave, and wonderful, and strong, and more beautiful than you could ever realise. There are people out there now who adore her, revere her as a God - and they’d be right. She is. And I love her.
The best of it is, is that she loves me too. And you will never ever know that. Never know what it feels like to be really, truly, loved by her. And I thank Rassilon for that.
You humans have a saying - a rather apt one for this situation as it happens. It goes ‘I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.’ I kind of like that. I wouldn’t.
So watch your back, Jimmy.
That feeling you get, that feeling that someone is watching you, and there’s no-one there.
That’s me.
And one day, I’ll be right behind you.
You feel that fire that’s burning in the back of your mind - that’s your conscience, right there...and it’s burning you up, eating away at your soul, you pathetic excuse for a human being. Thank all the heavens your population are by and large, fantastic - with a few exceptions.
One of which is you.
So take care, Jimmy.
Because one day, I’ll be waiting.
And it won’t be nice.
The Doctor.
A shift in the air around him alerted him to Rose’s arrival, and he turned to see her in the doorway, sleepy-eyed and tousled.
“Hey, love, you alright?”
“Woke up and missed you. What’cha doin’?”
“Oh, just putting some thoughts down on paper, in case I forget.”
Rose chuckled. Like that would ever happen.
“Thought I could hear something whirring. Let me see?”
“NO! No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The Doctor shuddered at the thought, quickly folded the paper and shoved it in a drawer, to move or destroy it when she wasn’t around. He really didn’t want her to see what he had written.
“Too complicated for my little ape brain, is it?” Rose laughed, moving to stand behind him and run her fingers across his almost- shaved scalp, loving the slight roughness of his short hair.
“Mmm. Something like that.” He turned and pulled her to stand between his legs, hands resting just above her hipbones and thumbs stroking them through her thin shift. He smiled when he felt her tremble a little, and looked up to see her smiling fondly at him, her eyes darkening with each passing second. It looked like his little ape was wide awake and maybe wanting a little. He wasn’t going to argue with her at all.
He fingers began to gather up the silky material, and he pressed a kiss to her stomach, before moving his mouth up over the peak of her breast, tonguing the silk and the little nub beginning to rise beneath it, before closing his mouth over it and suckling hard. He grinned at the little gasp she made, and as her hands moved to his face, to lift it for a kiss, he released her nipple and said quietly,
“Let me please you, Rose. Let me make you feel good. Just...I want to.”
She must have seen the need in his gaze, because she just nodded and smiled gently at him.
He smiled back at her, putting all he felt for her in his eyes, and bent his head again, this time repeating his earlier action on her other breast. The silk was wet now, and her nipples were jutting through the fabric. She was moaning quietly as he continued to play her body like a fine violin, his fingers trailing under the silk at her hips and slowly teasing the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. She shifted her stance slightly, and the scent of her arousal wafted on the shift in the air, making him rock hard and aching within a split second. But this was not about him. He could wait...forever, if he had to. This was all about her, what she deserved, and making her feel like the desirable, warm, wonderful woman he loved.
His fingers delved gently between her thighs, finding the little nub of her pleasure, teasing, stroking, rubbing and flicking at it until she cried out. He knew her legs were shaking; could feel them trembling against his, and he thought he could make them give way; make her land on his lap. One long finger snaked its way to her opening, feeling how slick and wet and ready she was, and he pushed inside her smoothly, curling his finger until he hit...right there. He suddenly had a lap full of a wanton, writhing Rose, and he had never been more turned on in all his long lives. Slipping another finger inside her, he began to thrust them gently in and out, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss and mimicking the action with his tongue. As she began to rock back and forth, he knew she wouldn’t last much longer, and curled both fingers to brush against that certain spot with every thrust. His hips were rocking in time to the movement, and he realised suddenly that he too was climbing towards orgasm, the pressure of the seam of his jeans rubbing against his erection with each movement from both of them.
As she released his mouth and cried out when she clenched and spasmed around his fingers, he felt himself jerk and came, juddering as the pressure of his too-tight jeans made his orgasm so intense he almost blacked out. He gasped for breath, and looked into her eyes, now sated, but mirthful.
“Bit trigger-happy there, Doctor?” she giggled, looking down at the damp patch now evident on the front of his trousers.
He grinned back at her, a little ashamed of the way he had gone off like a teenager.
“See what you do to me, you little demon. Time Lord, me. Shouldn’t go off like that.” He shook his head, chuckling fondly at the fantastic human woman in his arms. His human woman. His human woman who was now yawning widely, and resting her head on his shoulder. Standing carefully, holding her in his arms, cradling her like a child, he smiled into her sleepy eyes.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Time for all little humans to be asleep in their beds. Big day tomorrow.”
“Why? Where’re we going?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll see in the morning. You’ll love it.”
Her only response to that was a muted “Mmm” and a little light snore.
He grinned.
Humans. Sleep their lives away, they would. Especially his human.
And he would let her.
His last thought as he laid her gently back in their bed and headed off to their bathroom to clean himself up before climbing in beside her, was that he must remember to destroy that letter.
It was a thought that would come back to haunt him later.