Rewritten, Chapter 20
Author's Note: Final Chapter! Yay!
Rose protested when the Doctor broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
“There’s something I need to do, just really quick,” he told her.
Rose was surprised but tried not to let it show. “Okay,” she said lightly.
The Doctor nodded his head curtly but held onto her wrist as he led her out of the room. Back in the main area of the ship, he adjusted the monitor and tweaked a few buttons until it gave him an aerial view of the Largarian home world.
Rose gawked at the demolition site that had once been the temple of the Largas Scroll.
“I hope others were able to make it out,” she said sadly.
The Doctor flipped a switch on the console and made the image zoom in so that they could inspect the scene more closely.
“That’s kind of what I was hoping for,” he admitted with a sigh. “But I don’t see much of anything left.”
Rose squinted at a tiny movement nearly off screen. “What about that?” she asked, pointing to it.
The Doctor moved the camera until he’d located the anomaly, and let out a breath of relief. “That…is Claxis!” he said.
Rose bit her lip and turned her head to one side, trying to discern him better. “Who’s Claxis?” she asked.
The Doctor furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. “You don’t remember?” he asked. “What about Roger? Do you remember him? Roger Hunt?”
Rose shook her head emphatically. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Should I remember him?”
The Doctor guffawed and let his hands fall to his sides. “I suppose not... But, you remember everyone else, and everything else. I guess it’s just kind of funny. You had asked me at one point if your memories might return. Particularly…particularly the bit where we kissed on the airfield, right before we fled to Al Hudayah. But there was also something you said you’d rather forget…Roger!”
“And I did,” Rose added. “Can’t remember a thing about him. Maybe he wasn’t worth remembering?” she mused.
The Doctor began to fiddle with the console and Rose observed him curiously. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just sending the authorities the exact location of one Claxis nee Roger Hunt: scurge of Largarian security and number one terrorist in fifteen galaxies. He may not be worth our remembering, but I don’t want THEM to forget about him.”
He smiled brightly as Rose flipped off the monitor. “Speaking of forgetting,” she said sweetly as she traced one finger over his chest, “I believe you’ve forgotten what we were in the middle of before running down here.”
“Oh, Rose Tyler,” he answered huskily. “How could I ever forget something like that? But you know what, I think I’ll go you one better.”
He jumped around the console and brought the TARDIS to life as he wildly yanked the controls. In a few short minutes, the ship landed, and the Doctor smiled at Rose expectantly.
“Shoes off!” he told her seriously.
She laughed, but acquiesced to his odd request and threw her worn sneakers to one side.
“Socks too,” the Doctor intoned as he pulled off his green plaid ones.
Rose smiled as the Doctor then approached her and took up her hand in his.
“Ready?” he asked. He didn’t need to ask.
After flinging open the front doors, Rose was surprised to see he’d landed them on a deserted beach. The sun had long descended, but its heat remained in the fine sand under their toes. Rose cooed in pleasure at the sensation, understanding now why he’d requested an unshod companion.
Rose inhaled the perfumed mix of sea air and the light fruity notes that drifted downwind from blooming fig trees. The moon illuminated the soft, pounding waves at the edge of the beach, but wasn’t bright enough to blot out the thousands of stars that twinkled overhead. Rose couldn’t help but sigh.
“I know this place,” she said fondly.
“Eritrea,” the Doctor filled in. “This is the beach where we dug up a piece of the TARDIS.”
Rose listened to the sound of the waves as the Doctor shook off his brown overcoat and threw it on the ground nearby. He collapsed onto it and started to roll up his shirtsleeves while Rose took her time admiring the view. Finally, she cuddled in next to him and stared up into his eyes.
“It was so hard not to kiss you,” he said softly as he nuzzled his nose behind her ear. “You were thrown by the wave and a little scared, but also excited. I could see everything in your eyes, and I just wanted to share it with you so badly…all of my hopes and my fears, my expectations and my desires. I just wanted you.”
Rose parted her lips and moaned as he ducked his head and kissed her neck, before adding the gentle grazing of teeth and the wet heat of his tongue.
“Doctor,” she whispered.
She pulled him by the tie until their lips could meet and match passion for passion. She coaxed his tongue with her own, felt their breath mingling between kisses. The Doctor pushed himself up by the elbows and dragged one of his long legs over her thighs until he touched down on the other side, fully on top of her. His satisfied groan at full contact made her stomach flip giddily, and as she felt his erection incessant against her, she led her head fall back in overwhelming bliss. It was so good.
The Doctor let Rose pull off his tie and help him unbutton his oxford between long, heated kisses. But when she shifted to pull her shirt over her head, the Doctor froze like a deer in the headlights. Rose stopped for a second and let him take her in. Breathlessly, she unclasped her bra and watched his jaw drop even lower.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
“I need you,” Rose answered, pulling him back on top of her.
She felt the sand give beneath them as he pulled her pants down one-handed and lavished her breasts with his tongue. Rose whimpered as his fingers played around her panty line before rubbing her gently through the fabric.
“Ah,” the Doctor groaned again as he felt the warmth and the damp of her sex pushing up to meet his hand. It was an exquisite kind of pain, having some but not all of the pleasure he desired. He rubbed his erection unabashedly against her leg as Rose struggled underneath his attentions.
“Yes,” Rose gasped as he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard at the flesh there.
The Doctor nearly died for relief when he felt Rose’s hand clasp over his shaft through the thin fabric of his trousers. She unzipped the fly with the slightest effort before taking him in hand, skin to skin and so fantastic he wanted to release his building orgasm right there.
Instead he pushed back long enough to strip the last remaining garments between them, and pulled her up to meet him so that they kneeled naked on the silk underside of the coat, pressed together and panting with desire.
“Please,” Rose begged between kisses. “Take me.”
The Doctor’s breath hitched, but he didn’t move other than allowing one of his hands to reach up to her temples. He closed his eyes and kissed her lips tenderly.
“Do you trust me?” he asked her.
“Yes,” Rose said proudly. “You know I do.”
“I want to share this with you,” he said, indicating to his hand so close to her temple.
Rose nodded her head, giving him the assent he needed. In response, he kneeled lower to the ground and pulled her into his lap. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in so slowly, so gently, matching her every gasp of pleasure with his own. When he’d gone halfway in, he let the pads of his fingers rest against her face and breathed meditatively.
Rose felt his presence more deeply than she’d ever known in person. It was like she’d entered into him as he pushed into her, and she realized quickly that it was how he wanted it to be. She relaxed and let him dig deeper, riding up on top of him the more that he pressed his mind to hers, like a kiss that melted, or two stars colliding.
Rose sighed for pleasure and for being filled both with his physical and emotional love. She could feel now more acutely than before just how deep his feelings went, and how much she meant to him in every capacity.
“I love you,” his mind whispered to hers as he drew back and stroked her once more.
She gasped as he picked up his pace and kissed her open mouth, digging her fingernails into the hard muscles of his back. He pushed her down into the sand as an animalistic instinct took over, demanding more of her than he was getting. He flexed his left thigh to push hers above into a better angle, and went even deeper than she’d imagined was possible. It wasn’t long before she lost her hold on him, going boneless and frenzied at the same time. She couldn’t even call his name, but screamed it in her mind as he caught up to her and climaxed roughly.
Neither of them could do much other than pant as the Doctor collapsed beside her, but they shared a pair of smiles that told their secrets for them. The Doctor’s link still lingered in Rose’s mind, and she used it to push back a thought of an image that suited the occasion.
The Doctor laughed and stared at the empty sky. “Yes, fireworks would seem appropriate,” he agreed.
Rose giggled and nuzzled into the soft hair on his chest. “You do have a time machine,” she suggested cheekily. “We could always go back and set some off.”
The Doctor considered the idea just as a volley of fireworks erupted on the landscape. They both sat up in utter shock as the sky piqued with flashes of green, orange, and silver. Rose turned wordlessly toward the Doctor as he shook his head cluelessly, and then suddenly smacked himself on the forehead.
“Of course!” he said obviously. “It’s late May! The Eritrean people are celebrating their Independence Day! No wonder the beach is so empty.”
Rose caught her breath and snuggled back into his side. “Still a pretty weird coincidence,” she mused.
“Maybe,” the Doctor said knowingly. He looked down and winked at Rose.
“Oh,” Rose blushed happily. “I love you.”
“Too right,” he answered, rubbing his nose against hers. “And I love you, Rose Tyler."