Fic. Moments That Take Your Breath Away (1/1)
Title: Moments That Take Your Breath Away
Author: tardismate
Icon by the wonderful
cheesygirl
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: Adult.
Summary:
Disclaimer: All belongs to Auntie Beeb and RTD, worse luck! I'll play nicely (if a little smuttily!) and put 'em back when I'm done, promise.
I don't own anything to do with Doctor Who, except the DVD boxsets, and a lot of magazines. I would like to own David Tennant, however, and am working towards that goal. If you hear a scream loud enough to shatter the universe, you'll know I've succeeded!
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this came from. It's all written from the Ninth Doctor's POV, and details his thoughts about Rose at strategic points in their travels.
Not Beta'd. All mistakes mine own.
Moments That Take Your Breath Away
The first time she takes your hand, and you say,
“Run!”
Your respiratory bypass has to kick in and remind you to breathe again. In the lift she thinks it might be students, and you realise she’s not just another stupid ape descendent, she might just be the cleverest human you’ve met so far. She saves your life, swinging in on that chain, shouting about bronze medals and gymnastics, and you realise she might just be the bravest, too. You pluck up the courage to ask her to come with you, and your hearts sink when she says no. You leave, and realise you forgot to tell her the important bit.
Her smile as she runs to the Tardis, leaving that pathetic lump of a boyfriend behind. It happens again. Your respiratory bypass hasn’t had this much use since the War. You can’t breathe again, the pain is still too near, too raw, to think about, so you fix her with your manic grin and take her to see her world die. Stupid, you think. Not how to impress her at all. You take her back to Earth, and she’s not really fazed by what she’s just seen. She wants chips. And that’s better with two. Better with you, you think.
Dalek. She’s standing there defending the sole survivor of the race that made you kill everything you had ever loved. You aim the gun at them both, but you can’t. Not to her. Especially since you thought she was dead a little while ago. ‘The woman you love’ it had said. It was right, you finally realise just what it meant, and here we go again. Your chest hurts with the effort to breathe. You do. You love her. And it hurts. You lower and drop the gun as she tells it to kill itself. She gave it some of her humanity when she woke it, and it changed. Became something to be pitied. Now you know just how special she really is, and you love her more with each passing moment. She brings the pretty boy along, and you hate him with a passion that is completely unfamiliar to you, and you get rid of him when he nearly gets you both killed on Satellite 5. You’re glad he’s made an idiot of himself in front of her and when he begs to come with you again, you tell him you only take the best...and the best is Rose.
She opens the door, a cloud of steam preceding her, she’s all dripping wet yellow hair and damp pale pink skin, wrapped only in a deep pink towel, and you can’t help yourself any more. You need to taste her, so you bend and flick your tongue over her collarbone, making her gasp with the suddenness of your actions, and as the flavour of her (jasmine, and vanilla, and oh-so-human pheromones and hormones) bursts over your tongue and burns into your brain, you find yourself breathless again. You decide she needs to feel how you feel, so you press her against the wall and kiss your way around her face and then map the contours of the inside of her mouth so completely it’s branded across your mind for eternity, and it still isn’t enough. It will never be enough. You steer her through the nearest door, hoping the Tardis is going to be kind and make it the door to a bedroom. It is. It’s yours and you send a mental thank you to your wonderful ship.
You steer her towards the bed, and as she falls back onto it, the towel falling away, leaving her beautifully naked and blushing under your heated gaze, raising her arms to welcome you, your breath catches at the trust and love in her eyes. Bypass time again. Lowering yourself to her, she wraps herself around you, permeating your consciousness for eternity. You know you will love her forever, and as you finally sink into her body, you understand why humans cry for God in the throes of passion. If you believed in such things you would too. As she screams your name when she comes, you breath is stopped once more and you hurtle into the abyss of completion with her, your mind screaming her name even though your voice cannot. She curls into your body as she slips into sleep, the evenings exertions taking their toll, and you know there has never been a more beautiful woman in your arms, ever. You know she is fleeting, like a mayfly, burning brightly with the flame of humanity, but you won’t lose her, can’t lose her. And it happens again at that thought - only this time it rips the hearts from your chest that you will have to watch her wither and die while you travel on, alone again. You decide to make the most of her time, as you will not leave her, and hold her tightly through the night, burning this night into your memory, so that you will never forget.
Another pretty boy. This one’s an ex-Time Agent. Dangerous and dashing...and flexible. Now there’s an interesting thought. He wants you, you get that, but he wants Rose too...and that’s something thats never going to happen, so you give him the glare, and he backs off. You dance her around the console and as you dip her you look at him. The resigned look on his face makes you smile. He knows. She’s yours. Hands off the blonde. You keep him around, he might be useful, and he is quite pretty, after all.
Those bastards again. Daleks. Thousands of them, so you rescue her again, then do what you said you wouldn’t ever do. You send her away. You don’t want her to die, don’t want her to watch you die, or hear Jack die. You stand there, the conglomeration of wires in each hand. It would be so easy to do, to end it all, but you can’t. Too much death, too much destruction at your hands, and you think maybe it’s time. Then you hear it. The Tardis. How the hell...and the doors open, the light from inside so bright - it’s wrong. So, so wrong. You don’t know what she’s done. She looks like an avenging angel, a goddess, and she’s dying. You know it your guts. And your hearts are breaking at that thought. You watch as she destroys them all (like me, too much like me, everything dies...and she brings life. The last act of the Time War is life. You like the irony of that.) She’s crying now, golden tears raining down her cheeks as you know these are the last moments you will have with her. You kiss the Vortex out of her and send it back where it belongs, and feel the burning start inside you. You can’t explain, you haven’t got time...and the irony of that makes you brave.
As you begin to burn, you know you will rise like a phoenix from the ashes, and will her to realise that the next you will love her just as much as this one has.
She is the last thing you see as your breath is taken from you for the last time.
Author: tardismate
Icon by the wonderful
cheesygirl
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: Adult.
Summary:
Disclaimer: All belongs to Auntie Beeb and RTD, worse luck! I'll play nicely (if a little smuttily!) and put 'em back when I'm done, promise.
I don't own anything to do with Doctor Who, except the DVD boxsets, and a lot of magazines. I would like to own David Tennant, however, and am working towards that goal. If you hear a scream loud enough to shatter the universe, you'll know I've succeeded!
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this came from. It's all written from the Ninth Doctor's POV, and details his thoughts about Rose at strategic points in their travels.
Not Beta'd. All mistakes mine own.
Moments That Take Your Breath Away
The first time she takes your hand, and you say,
“Run!”
Your respiratory bypass has to kick in and remind you to breathe again. In the lift she thinks it might be students, and you realise she’s not just another stupid ape descendent, she might just be the cleverest human you’ve met so far. She saves your life, swinging in on that chain, shouting about bronze medals and gymnastics, and you realise she might just be the bravest, too. You pluck up the courage to ask her to come with you, and your hearts sink when she says no. You leave, and realise you forgot to tell her the important bit.
Her smile as she runs to the Tardis, leaving that pathetic lump of a boyfriend behind. It happens again. Your respiratory bypass hasn’t had this much use since the War. You can’t breathe again, the pain is still too near, too raw, to think about, so you fix her with your manic grin and take her to see her world die. Stupid, you think. Not how to impress her at all. You take her back to Earth, and she’s not really fazed by what she’s just seen. She wants chips. And that’s better with two. Better with you, you think.
Dalek. She’s standing there defending the sole survivor of the race that made you kill everything you had ever loved. You aim the gun at them both, but you can’t. Not to her. Especially since you thought she was dead a little while ago. ‘The woman you love’ it had said. It was right, you finally realise just what it meant, and here we go again. Your chest hurts with the effort to breathe. You do. You love her. And it hurts. You lower and drop the gun as she tells it to kill itself. She gave it some of her humanity when she woke it, and it changed. Became something to be pitied. Now you know just how special she really is, and you love her more with each passing moment. She brings the pretty boy along, and you hate him with a passion that is completely unfamiliar to you, and you get rid of him when he nearly gets you both killed on Satellite 5. You’re glad he’s made an idiot of himself in front of her and when he begs to come with you again, you tell him you only take the best...and the best is Rose.
She opens the door, a cloud of steam preceding her, she’s all dripping wet yellow hair and damp pale pink skin, wrapped only in a deep pink towel, and you can’t help yourself any more. You need to taste her, so you bend and flick your tongue over her collarbone, making her gasp with the suddenness of your actions, and as the flavour of her (jasmine, and vanilla, and oh-so-human pheromones and hormones) bursts over your tongue and burns into your brain, you find yourself breathless again. You decide she needs to feel how you feel, so you press her against the wall and kiss your way around her face and then map the contours of the inside of her mouth so completely it’s branded across your mind for eternity, and it still isn’t enough. It will never be enough. You steer her through the nearest door, hoping the Tardis is going to be kind and make it the door to a bedroom. It is. It’s yours and you send a mental thank you to your wonderful ship.
You steer her towards the bed, and as she falls back onto it, the towel falling away, leaving her beautifully naked and blushing under your heated gaze, raising her arms to welcome you, your breath catches at the trust and love in her eyes. Bypass time again. Lowering yourself to her, she wraps herself around you, permeating your consciousness for eternity. You know you will love her forever, and as you finally sink into her body, you understand why humans cry for God in the throes of passion. If you believed in such things you would too. As she screams your name when she comes, you breath is stopped once more and you hurtle into the abyss of completion with her, your mind screaming her name even though your voice cannot. She curls into your body as she slips into sleep, the evenings exertions taking their toll, and you know there has never been a more beautiful woman in your arms, ever. You know she is fleeting, like a mayfly, burning brightly with the flame of humanity, but you won’t lose her, can’t lose her. And it happens again at that thought - only this time it rips the hearts from your chest that you will have to watch her wither and die while you travel on, alone again. You decide to make the most of her time, as you will not leave her, and hold her tightly through the night, burning this night into your memory, so that you will never forget.
Another pretty boy. This one’s an ex-Time Agent. Dangerous and dashing...and flexible. Now there’s an interesting thought. He wants you, you get that, but he wants Rose too...and that’s something thats never going to happen, so you give him the glare, and he backs off. You dance her around the console and as you dip her you look at him. The resigned look on his face makes you smile. He knows. She’s yours. Hands off the blonde. You keep him around, he might be useful, and he is quite pretty, after all.
Those bastards again. Daleks. Thousands of them, so you rescue her again, then do what you said you wouldn’t ever do. You send her away. You don’t want her to die, don’t want her to watch you die, or hear Jack die. You stand there, the conglomeration of wires in each hand. It would be so easy to do, to end it all, but you can’t. Too much death, too much destruction at your hands, and you think maybe it’s time. Then you hear it. The Tardis. How the hell...and the doors open, the light from inside so bright - it’s wrong. So, so wrong. You don’t know what she’s done. She looks like an avenging angel, a goddess, and she’s dying. You know it your guts. And your hearts are breaking at that thought. You watch as she destroys them all (like me, too much like me, everything dies...and she brings life. The last act of the Time War is life. You like the irony of that.) She’s crying now, golden tears raining down her cheeks as you know these are the last moments you will have with her. You kiss the Vortex out of her and send it back where it belongs, and feel the burning start inside you. You can’t explain, you haven’t got time...and the irony of that makes you brave.
As you begin to burn, you know you will rise like a phoenix from the ashes, and will her to realise that the next you will love her just as much as this one has.
She is the last thing you see as your breath is taken from you for the last time.