Fic. Undisclosed Desires (2/2)

[tardismate]

Title: Undisclosed Desires (2/2)
Author: tardismate
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose

Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: .Definitely NOT mine.   But I wish they were, if that counts for anything.

Author's Notes: For 80six who won me in the September SSA, and has kindly allowed me to post it for your delectation. Posted in two chapters, cos lj says it's too big to do as a single post *shrugs* Title taken from Undisclosed Desires  - Muse

Prompt: Possessive/Dominant Nine -- Angsty but with swagger. Totally owned by Rose, but not afraid to go toe to toe with her and push her buttons. A Rose that gives as good as she gets in all ways (not just sex, but life) she's clever, and wouldn't do anything to make the Doctor doubt his desire to pursue her.

As for the prompt part, Rose get herself into some fairly serious trouble during an adventure of your choosing. She's not being careless or dumb... This, of course, scares at least a couple of regenerations out of the Doctor, and he is forced to come to terms with his feelings for her. The Doctor is furious and decides to take charge and *really* get her attention.


He grinned like a madman as he suddenly found his arms full of a very pro-active Rose; and as his head was pulled down and her lips crashed into his he thought just how quick on the uptake his Rose actually was. It was to be his last reasonably coherent thought for quite some time, as she proceeded to map out the contours of the interior of his mouth with her nimble little tongue. Definitely not the passive sort, he immediately turned the tables on her when his hands began gathering up the grey shift, baring her legs to the chill of the cell air, all the while plundering her mouth with his agile tongue, tracing the ridges of her teeth, duelling with her own tongue and running the tip of his across the roof of her mouth, eliciting a moan which he quickly swallowed down as his prize as he backed her against the cold wall. When she tore her mouth from his to take a gasping breath he seized his chance and whipped the dress over her head, looking at the small top and shorts underneath in surprise.

“Didn’t have time to take ‘em off earlier,” she gasped breathlessly, her eyes twinkling at him in mirth, laughing as he grinned darkly before grabbing the neck of the little top and ripping it from her body, then doing the same with the flimsy fabric of her shorts. He stopped then, and gazed down at the goddess in his arms, clad only in a pair of white lace panties, his blood thundering through his veins at the sight of her like that; flushed, tousled and all his. As his heat-filled gaze burned her flesh, she too was done being passive and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hearing it hit the floor as she grabbed the hem of his jumper and pulled it over his head. His hands unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper as he kicked off his boots, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor where he kicked them off and away. She attempted to help him but he batted her hands away and growled at her, watching her eyes widen further as she realised he was naked. And very ready for her.

He knew how aroused she was; could smell it; but he wanted her to be completely lost in it, so he grabbed both her hands in one of his and pushed them up against the wall above her head, kissed her hard, not allowing her to reciprocate, before pulling back, gratified by the dazed look on her face, and running one calloused palm all the way from her collarbone, over the pebbled nipple, down to her hipbone. He leaned down and whispered darkly in her ear, his breath ghosting across her and making her shiver in anticipation.

“You can moan, groan or make noises...I like that. You may not speak, unless to say only three words. My name, yes, and more. You are not allowed to touch me. You will not come until I tell you to. Got that?”

She was sporting a filthy little smile as she said two of the words she was allowed. It seemed he had a kink or two, which didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Given his propensity for domination outside the bedroom, she would have been surprised if he hadn’t been that way in it. And she liked it.

“Yes, Doctor.”

As his mouth took possession of her breast, his hand released hers, and she lowered them to her sides, placing the palms flat against the wall, desperate to touch him but knowing he wouldn’t let her. She would have to be patient, but faltered as his hand slipped quickly beneath the lace of her knickers, searching for and finding the little nub between her now sopping folds, and she made to grab his shoulders to steady herself as her legs trembled. His hand stilled immediately, his mouth released the nipple he had been worrying between his teeth and he barked at her.

“NO!” He looked into her eyes, his own now stormy dark pools of desire, showing her all she had ever wanted to see, and then some. “Not yet,” he ground out, as his hand ripped off the flimsy lace covering her sex, which fluttered to the floor unheeded by both, his fingers rubbed her clit hard and his mouth resumed its previous task. She gasped as his fingers slid further and found her slippery wet core, and as they spread the moisture they found there up to her clit, she involuntarily bucked against his hand, which resulted in two long rough fingers being pushed deep inside her. Her legs refused to hold her up any longer and he was forced to grab hold of her and fall back with her to stop her hurting herself as she fell, his grasp twisting her in such a way to make her land on his lap, her slippery wetness coating his thighs, the cheeks of her arse resting against his hardness. The floor of the cell was cold against him and the contrast of that and the burning heat she was radiating finally broke him. He needed her; needed to be inside her, buried to the hilt, now. He leaned his back against the wall, lifted her slightly, positioned himself and thrust upwards, hard, as he pulled her down onto his cock, impaling her.

Her scream bounced off the walls, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the guard take one look inside the cell, then run shouting for help. He grinned manically. This was going to have to be quick. He set up a punishing rhythm, pounding into her hard and fast, making her garble his name and ‘more’ and ‘yes’ until he couldn’t tell which was which anymore. Her breathy little screams only inflamed him further, and he increased his pace, feeling the tightening in his balls and the almost-pain in his abdomen that signalled his oncoming orgasm. He bit down on her shoulder hard, leaving a mark, making her cry out and said, gasping for breath,

“Come, Rose. Come now!”

With a squeal, she did, clenching and grasping his cock so hard he lost control and thrust into her as deep as he could, shouting his own release to the air around them, his eyes so tightly shut that he saw the universe pass by and the timelines swirling and twisting together. As she collapsed bonelessly against him, he kissed the nape of her neck, making her shiver and clench once more around his now softening flesh, then said huskily,

“Right. Time to get out of here. Before the reinforcements arrive.”

He lifted her and, pushing her to stand on very shaky legs, stood himself, grabbing her and holding her tightly for a second, before pointing to the grey shift on the floor at her feet.

“Come on love, get dressed, then we can go home. That’ll have to do you for now, the rest is beyond repair. Good job you left your sandals on.”

He grinned as she looked down at her feet, a completely bemused expression on her face, before reality kicked in and she bent swiftly to pick up the only article of clothing belonging to her that was not in tatters, slipping it quickly over her head. He had dragged his jeans on and was shoving his feet into his boots when he heard the clatter of boots stomping along the long corridor outside, and decided that the jumper would have to go, slipping his arms into the sleeves of his leather jacket. He might be prepared to leave a jumper behind, but not the jacket. Never his jacket. Or his Rose. He looked around to see her grinning at him, and fishing the sonic from his pocket, aimed it at the lock on the door. A blue flash, a short whine, and the door clicked open; a quick look confirmed that the corridor was still empty and taking his Rose’s hand in his, where it belonged, he grinned widely at her, swiftly pressed a hard kiss to her now reddened lips, and uttered one word.

“Run!”

As they headed for the door they could see at the far end of the corridor, the Doctor flicked the sonic on, unlocking every cell they passed on the way, leaving delighted shouts behind them as the now-freed occupants surged together into a mass of people, which had the bonus of delaying the guards chasing them further. He looked over his shoulder and grinned as he watched the freed prisoners doing what all species should do; touch. More specifically, touching the guards; the squeals of terror emanating from them echoing down the corridor. Once they got through that door, and before they reached the Tardis, the Doctor knew he had seek out the leader of the Resistance, and make sure the Chief of Police was sufficiently dealt with. He also knew he had to deal with Rose.

Three hours later, the Resistance primed with the information they needed to overthrow the regime presided over by the odious Chief courtesy of the Doctor, said alien was silent as they made their way back to the Tardis, and Rose was beginning to wonder if he regretted what had just happened between them. He hadn’t even made any attempt to hold her hand, and that hurt more than she was prepared to admit, even to herself. Well, she thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained, not gonna find out if I say nothing, am I? She opened her mouth to speak, taking a steadying breath. She knew she might not like the answer to that question, but she was prepared to fight for what she wanted. And what she wanted was him.

“Doctor?”

That word was enough to stop him in his tracks. He whirled around and Rose flinched at the look of rage in his eyes, a look that was aimed solely at her.

“You thought a sticking plaster - a sticking plaster! - would be enough. After all I told you about this place, their customs, their laws, you thought a sticking plaster would solve the little problem you though it was!” He was almost shouting now, standing nose to nose with her, expecting her to burst into tears, maybe, or apologise some more.

Which, of course, was not what he got.

His head had ricocheted back with the force of the slap he wasn’t expecting, and she was then so close to his face that he could feel the little drops of saliva that were projected from her mouth with the force of her words, her fury worn on her face like a Halloween mask.

“No-one speaks to me like that! I’m not a child! You don’t get to tell me off like you’re my dad! What I did didn’t seem so important earlier, did it, Mr High-And-Mighty-Time-Lord, not when you were shagging me to within an inch of my life! And what brought that on, anyway? What made you think you could do that, and then start shouting at me just now, like you owned me? Well?”

He pushed his face even closer to hers; his anger also visible on his face and in his eyes then spoke quite deliberately, slowly, as if he was speaking to an idiot.

“You should have told me. I could have sorted it. Then none of this need have happened. We could have had a perfectly nice day, but you did it again. Wandered off. Stupid ape.”

As he spoke those last words, he saw the stricken look in her eyes, and wished he could take them back. But they were there, hanging in the air between them, like an elephant in the room. This time, he expected what he got. And deserved it, too. And now, the burn of his anger turned into something else as he watched her flushed face, her heaving chest, the spark in her eyes; god, but he loved seeing her like this. He wanted to see her looking like that beneath him, above him, around him, and the power of his complete arousal almost took his breath away. She was a tiger, his Rose. He had one more thing to say to her.

“Oh and Rose? For the record. I do own you. You. Are. Mine.”

“You think? You really think you can lay claim to me like that? No, Doctor. No, I belong to myself. No-one else. Especially not you.” She knew she was lying, deep down, but she wasn’t going to let this go and let him believe she was just going to accept everything he said. Besides, she was by now more than a little turned on by all this high-handed behaviour from him, but she was damned if she was going to let him know that either. She was deliberately goading him now, wanting a reaction from him. Any reaction. She got one.

His face hard and uncompromising, his eyes cold as steel, he hoisted her over his shoulder and set of again in the direction of the Tardis, shoving his key in the lock, kicking the door shut and striding past the console into the bowels of the ship. He ignored the rather impressive string of swear words she threw at him, and the thumps of her small fists against his lower back as he moved further into the interior, also ignoring the chirp of concern from his ship inside his mind. He flung a brusque message to her as he stopped outside his bedroom door.

I know what I’m doing.

You are my Time Lord, but she is my Human. You will not hurt her.

Of course not. I love her.

I know. I have always known. Ensure that she also does.

I will. Always.

She changed the usual hum heard in the corridor to something akin to a purr, the Rose stopped and held herself completely still. She felt, rather than heard the words in her mind.

He will not hurt you. This would always have happened.

Rose was shaken by the Tardis speaking directly to her. She knew she was sentient, and could communicate with the Doctor, but had thought since she was human she was beneath her consideration. Now she knew differently. She spoke back in her mind, pushing her feeling of love for the time ship with her words.

I know. Thank you.

She felt a warm wave encompass her, the time ship reciprocating that love.

Thank you, Rose. You have healed him. Now he is yours. I give you a gift in celebration.

The door to the Doctor’s bedroom swung open, and he stood there, mesmerised by the sight that met him. The previously dark walls had changed into a glorious red and gold, the wall behind the bed had a stylised interlocked double figure-of-eight, matched by the sumptuous bed linen on the new dark wood bed and the deep red carpet underfoot. As he looked up, he saw that the ceiling had been replaced by a view screen, showing the swirling of the Vortex. Concealed lighting made it warm and inviting...something the Doctor had never felt in this room.

It was that way only because you felt you did not deserve anything else.

He stepped slowly in to the room, and let Rose slip slowly down his body as he stood in open-mouthed astonishment.

Rose took a pace back when her feet hit the soft flooring, toeing off her sandals and wiggling her toes in the lushness. Turning to face him, her eyes took in the beauty of the room, before falling on the stunned face of the Time Lord. Smiling gently, she stood toe to toe with him once more, this time allowing all the love she felt for him show in her eyes, as she raised a hand and caressed the sharp cheekbone.

“She said it was a gift, in celebration.” Rose’s voice was hushed, still stunned by the sight of him standing so still, the muted light of the room emphasising the hard planes and angles of his unconventionally handsome face.

“She spoke to you? You actually heard words from her?” His eyes were damp, as he lowered his gaze to the beautiful human woman now pressing herself against his chest. He had always known she was special - after all, he had asked her to come with him twice - but until now, right this minute he hadn’t realised just how special she was. A soft smile graced his features as she nodded, and his head dipped ton hers to take her soft lips in short bittersweet kiss. Then he straightened, turned and closed the door, crossed his arms over his chest, the leather of the jacket creaking loudly in the otherwise silent room, smirked, then said in a low, husky voice,

“She loves you. I love you. But you still need to be punished.” The smirk turned into a dark grin as he watched the smile slip from her face, her eyes darken into pools of lust, a flush cover her neck and face, and her now erect nipples push against the rough fabric of her dress as she shivered.

Lowering his arms, he slipped them out of the jacket and left it where it fell, making a dark puddle of leather against the deep red of the carpet, and kept his eyes on hers as he moved over to the bed, sitting and beckoning to her to stand in front of him. As she moved, he could see the light sheen of sweat on her face and his olfactory receptors were hit by the huge amount of pheromones she was exuding. She was trembling slightly witrh the sheer force of her arousal at his words, and as she stood in front of him she shivered again when he said, almost growling,

“Lie over my lap. Face down.”

As she draped herself over his thighs, she could feel the hard bulge in his jeans, and smiled wickedly as she wriggled against it, making him groan as he brought his hand down hard on her still covered arse. It stung, and she cried out, his hand smoothing over her cheek, reducing the sting, allowing the extra blood brought to her arse by the slap to travel further, swelling and filling the delicate folds between her legs, making her throb, making her wetter. As the sting eased further, he raised his hand, and let it fall, again it stung and again he waited a second or two before doing it once more.  His other hand began to gather up the fabric and pulled it up over the twin globes which were now red and hot, but nowhere near as hot as her core. He slid his fingers down between her legs, urging her to open just a little for him, and trailed them through the wetness coating the tender pink flesh and now sliding down her slit, falling onto his jeans. He gathered more of her juices on his fingers and slowly moved his fingers up, glancing over her clit, continuing their journey up. He dipped swiftly into her opening, then before she had time to react to the penetration; his fingers were moving again, still upwards, towards the small tight opening between her cheeks. As he swirled the moisture around her puckered opening, she instinctively pushed her hips against his thighs, and groaned.

Grinning darkly, he began to work one slippery calloused finger inside her, watching and moaning himself as she clenched around it helplessly, groaning as he pushed relentlessly into her, stroking and murmuring all the while, until he was inside her up to the knuckle. As he began to pull out, she made a sound of protest, and he swiftly added another finger, pushing deep as he stretched her, prepared her. She began to writhe on his lap now, and he had to use his other hand to hold her still as he cautiously added a third finger before plunging them in and out of her, forcing breathy little screams from her throat.

“Are you sorry, Rose? Really sorry?” His voice was raw, hoarse, as if he had been shouting for hours, and he ached so much that it was just this side of painful. He really really needed to be inside her now, but still he waited for her answer.

She forced the word through her tight throat, licking her dry lips to try and impart some moisture, but failing, her voice rough and edged with desperation.

“No.”

Before she had time to draw another breath, she found herself on her back in the middle of the bed, watching the Doctor almost ripping off his jeans in frustration as he kicked his boots to the corners of the room with twin thuds and slid up her now damp body, dragging her dress up until it bunched uncomfortably under her shoulder blades. As his body pushed over hers, his jeans slipped down to his ankles and he kicked them off his legs while his hands grabbed the front of the dress and heaved it over her head. Flinging it who knew where, he slid up a little further, his hips settling between her now open thighs and plunged all the way inside her, sheathing himself in her hot wetness. They both moaned; Rose at the feeling of being completely filled by him, and the Doctor at being fully encased in her scorching heat. His fingers lipped down to her hard little clit and began to rub rhythmically, in time to his rapid forceful thrusts, throwing her headlong into a violent spasm as she came, screaming his name, the fluids trickling out of her as he continued to push his way in and out of her, striving for his own release. After one particularly violent thrust, he slipped out of her as he pulled back and his cock came to rest at her puckered opening, now slick and wet with the copious amounts of fluid she was producing. Without thinking, he pushed and forced his way inside her there, pausing only to grin wickedly as she screamed in pain for a second, then she was moaning in pleasure as she was filled again, and his mouth was covering hers, swallowing down the sounds she was making. The pain was gone now, he could tell by her heart rate steadying, and instead she was moaning and whimpering, pushing herself against him, her hips lifting as she met him thrust for thrust. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her, and watched as they slipped in and out in counterpoint to his cock pushing inside her. He saw the flush begin on her chest, signalling she was coming again, and he bent his head and sucked hard on her nipple as his own climax hit him with the subtlety of a planetary collision, her muscular spasms more intense inside her there.

He collapsed to the side of her, not wanting to crush her with his weight, and asked her somewhat breathlessly,

“Okay? Still not sorry?”

He laughed at her equally breathless reply.

“’M never apologising for anything ever again, if that’s the result!”

Pulling her into his now shaking arms and setting her head against his chest, his hearts beating a staccato rhythm, he pressed soft kisses to the top of the wildly mussed blonde head, and finally let his true feelings show.

“I nearly lost you today, Rose. I thought I had lost you. Don’t do that to me again. Please?” His voice was hoarse with feeling, and his arms tightened around her, as if to ward off an attempt to take her from him.

“Told you. Never gonna leave you. Meant it. You’re stuck with me now. And I meant that too, that I’m not apologising again. You said I was yours. But that works both ways, Doctor. Means you’re mine, too. And I’ll fight to my last breath to keep it that way.” A lone tear dripped from her eyes as she spoke, knowing that she would have to leave him one day, but that she’d be kicking and screaming to stay. She whispered something into his chest, over his left heart.

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I love you, and I’ll stay as long as I can.”

He placed a finger under her chin and raised her tear-filled eyes to his own wet ones.

“I know you will. I know that. I love you, too, Rose Tyler. Forever.”

As his lips softly covered hers, she whispered against his, “Forever.”

As they each gave love and received love in return, he knew they wouldn’t have long together, in the grand scheme of the universe, but he vowed to make that time bright and full of love. His Rose deserved nothing less.

This time their lovemaking was slow, sensual and filled with all the love they held for each other, an affirmation, a giving and a taking of passion and desire, building towards a joint climax so earth shattering neither was capable of speech afterwards, their throats both tight with emotion, their eyes shimmering with unshed tears. They held each other tightly, each hoping and praying that nothing would come between them, rip them apart; feeling that they could not survive without the other.

As they eventually slipped into sleep, the muted hum of the Tardis changed in pitch slightly as she began the necessary procedures needed to keep her Time Lord and her Human together, manipulating the ebb and flow of the timelines surging around her, ensuring that forever really meant forever.