Checker Mate
Prompted by coffeecupcakesx for the TTU ficathon: Ten and Rose are stuck in the TARDIS for an extended number of days (reason up to you), and have to get creative in their ways to keep themselves amused. rating can be anything - smut is welcome.
Rating: Did somebody say smut? Smut it is.
Stars: Ten/Rose
Rose sighed in frustration as she padded out of her bedroom, bored nearly to tears. It had been three days since the TARDIS had been stuck in the bottom of a very persistent vortex anomaly, one that the Doctor had assured her would work itself out over the coming week. In the meantime, they had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Unfortunately, she had run out of ways to entertain herself, while the Doctor had an endless supply of mechanical repairs to catch up on. But enough was enough. She couldn’t hole up in her room any longer.
“I’m bored!” she announced to him with her arms crossed over her chest.
The Doctor peered up from under the console and bonked his head painfully.
“Rose!” he exclaimed, “You haven’t got any clothes on!”
Rose blinked and looked down at her state of dress, which consisted of a skintight tank top and virtually nonexistent shorts. She shook her head, bobbing her loose ponytail back and forth.
“These are my jimjams!” she protested. “What’s the point of getting dressed if we’re not going anywhere!”
The Doctor sputtered as his eyes flew over her body, seemingly of their own volition.
“You call those jimjams!” he said prudishly. “You’d be better dressed if you were wearing a string bikini!”
Rose shrugged and slid onto the console seat, lifting her legs up to hug them to her chest. The Doctor tried not to react, looking the other way rather than surveying the topological outline of her every curve.
“Didn’t know you were such a Puritan,” she teased. “But can we stick to the point? I’m bored and I want to play a game!”
She pouted her lower lip and caused the Doctor to drop his sonic through the grating.
“Bugger!” he cried as he dropped to retrieve it.
Rose cleared her throat as the Doctor strained to reach his favorite tool, causing him to glance up at her. She had apparently moved from her perch and was now standing directly above him. He could barely control the steady ascent his eyes made up the long expanse of her tan legs.
“Doctor!” Rose said, startling him so that he dropped his recently obtained screwdriver.
“Yes Rose,” he said with forced exasperation.
“Don’t you have any board games?” she pleaded. “Monopoly? Trivial Pursuit? Sorry?”
He finally relinquished his sonic and stood to his full height, scant inches from her.
“Oh,” he breathed before stepping back. “Um…I have Checkers.”
Rose rolled her eyes but conceded its mere availability. “Anything’s better than nothing!” she retorted.
In a few minutes, the Doctor had set up the game in the small living room they rarely used. Rose sprawled across the couch and kicked her legs back and forth hypnotically as the Doctor sat awkwardly in the large armchair across from her.
“What?” Rose demanded when she noticed his strange gaze.
“Your toenails are pink,” he reported. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your toenails. And now I do. And they’re pink. Carnation pink.”
Rose giggled as one of her hands drifted lazily over the checkerboard. “Very astute observation,” she teased. “Do you want to be smoke or fire?”
The Doctor turned his attention reluctantly back to her face and blinked. “Be what?”
“Red or black?” Rose said significantly. “Which color checker do you want?”
“Does it matter?” he asked blankly before sucking in his lower lip. “Black.”
Rose spun the board around so that his designated color was facing him. He reached out to move a piece but Rose quickly slapped his hand.
“Not so fast!” she said cheekily. “There are rules!”
She shifted and propped up the upper half of her body, noting how the Doctor’s eyes slipped down to her cleavage at least twice.
“What rules beyond the obvious?” he demanded. “We take turns and jump over each other. First one to clear the board wins.”
“True,” Rose agreed, “But that way would be boring. Instead, every time I jump your piece you have to tell me a secret, something I don’t know. I’ll do the same every time you jump mine.”
The Doctor’s eyebrows shot up as he considered what she was proposing. “Okay,” he said slowly, perhaps a bit suspiciously.
“Also,” Rose added, “I get to go first, because smoke comes after fire.”
“What’s with all this smoke and fire business?” the Doctor asked, but Rose was already jumping over his first black checker.
“Secret,” she prompted delightedly, licking her lips.
“Uh,” the Doctor stuttered. “The center of the Talafax system is liquid nitrogen, causing the gassy autotauns who orbit the periphery to weigh three times less than they really do in central gravity. Talk about a miracle diet.”
The corner of Rose’s mouth twitched. “I have no idea what you’re on about,” she admitted, “but that was good for a first try I suppose.”
The Doctor nodded curtly at her reluctant approval and promptly jumped over one of her little red guards.
“Ha!” he cheered. “Your turn!”
Rose tangled a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers as she thought deeply. “Um…” she half-moaned, “I love your sideburns.”
The Doctor blushed and absently fingered the hair growing down the side of his face. “Really?” he asked innocently.
“Yeah,” Rose answered, her eyes focused deeply into his.
“Well…thanks!” he said in a fluttery voice.
Rose made her next move and looked up at him expectantly.
“It’s your turn to tell a secret,” Rose reminded him gently. She shifted and balanced the side of her head on one hand.
He scratched the back of his head for a long moment. Suddenly, he leaned in conspiratorially.
“The London Eye is actually a portal to the fifth moon of Dover,” he whispered.
“What’s on the fifth moon of Dover?” Rose asked with interest.
The Doctor kept his voice low. “The secret lair of Elton John, the sole orchestrator of the elliptical orbits,” he confided. “That’s all I can say for now.”
Rose burst out laughing. “Right,” she said mockingly. “Well I won’t drag the rest out of you yet. I’m sure it’s a highly guarded secret.”
The Doctor pretended to look nervously over his shoulder and nodded at his companion. “I knew I could trust you Rose,” he said.
She snorted as he offed another of her men with a mischievous glance. The Doctor leaned in expectantly with his hands clasped firmly over his crossed legs.
“I think your specs are sexy,” Rose confessed. “Very, very sexy.”
The Doctor looked gobsmacked as he leaned back in his chair. “My brainy specs?” he asked in a high-pitched tone. Sexy? Very, very sexy? Rose Tyler, I didn’t know you did professorial!”
Rose bit her tongue and shot him the wickedest smile he’d ever seen.
The Doctor ran a hand through his hair as she jumped another black checker. “Very, very?” he asked again, but Rose interrupted him with her hand in the air.
“You have to tell me another secret,” she reminded him.
The Doctor shifted his gaze to the corner as he thought about what to tell her next. It was then that an odd thought struck him. Rose had now told him two things that she liked about him…secret things, if the rules she had outlined were still holding. He was telling her a completely different kind of secret, one that didn’t seem to have much bearing on the two of them. He flicked his eyes back over to her and she smiled expectantly.
“I uh…” he stuttered, “think you’re outfit is a little too revealing, in a kind of…really brilliant way.”
Rose blushed and laughed into her hands as the Doctor flushed. Had he said too much?
When she straightened up again, Rose took the opportunity to lean back on the couch and stretch luxuriously. “I can’t believe you think this is revealing,” she said lazily with her arms up over her head.
The Doctor tilted his head and followed the curving lines down her throat and over her bust.
“Now I’m really curious to see what your version of revealing is,” he said silkily, fingering one of his unmanned checker pieces.
Rose played with the string of her top resting over her shoulder and slowly let it fall off the edge of her arm, as if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
“Oh, is it my turn?” she said, suddenly interested in the game.
The Doctor was still staring at the newly revealed skin of her shoulder blade and could hardly respond. “Uh…” he managed to get out.
Rose jumped over a black checker and smiled triumphantly. “Secrets, Doctor.”
He clamped his open mouth shut, only just realizing that she’d taken two turns in a row. Sneaky cheat…
“I like your hair down,” he said breathlessly.
He watched her as if magnetized by her every move as she pulled the band of elastic away from her hair. The golden waves tumbled down over her shoulders.
“Like this?” she purred.
The Doctor half-smiled as Rose leaned forward to jump another one of his pieces. Her eyes flew up to his, trying to discern where the line would be drawn. Not here, apparently.
“I also like it when you say my name,” he insinuated as he gravitated closer to her.
Rose bit her lip and leaned even further toward him. “Is that so, Doctor?” she said suggestively.
She jumped one more of his pieces and landed on the farthest end of the board. “King me, Doctor,” she commanded.
He picked up one of her fallen men and placed it gingerly on top of the winning piece.
“Looks like you owe me another secret,” she whispered.
He leaned in to her so that their lips hovered centimeters apart over the board. “This is highway robbery and you know it,” he said heatedly. “I think you owe ME a secret, Rose Tyler.”
“Hm,” Rose conceded before lowering her gaze to his lips. “I like it when you say my name too, but I’d rather you were screaming it.”
The board flew into the air as the Doctor knocked it to one side, grabbing handfuls of Rose’s yellow hair to steady her face as he ravaged her lips. She fell back with the force of his lunge and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed against her. For a moment, only the sounds of their gasping breaths filled the air.
The Doctor’s hand shot down the side of Rose’s body and grabbed at her thigh, pushing it up and around him as he rubbed himself rhythmically against her center. He groaned as she pushed back against him encouragingly, and ran her fingernails over the back of his suit jacket.
“I want you Doctor,” she breathed as he licked his way down her neck.
He moaned desperately when she cupped him through his trousers and found the zip of his fly easily. She pulled him through the fabric and centered herself beneath him as he stripped the tight fabric of her top down from her breasts. Her tiny shorts, little more than underwear, were easily pushed to one side.
“Rose,” he said more soberly when he felt her wet heat on the tip of his penis. “Are you sure? This doesn’t have to…”
Rose silenced him by bringing herself up and around him in one easy thrust of her hips. She let out a strangled cry of relief as she felt him finally inside her, and he let himself go in the moment. He drew back only to thrust again, deeper and more assuredly.
“Oh, Rose,” he begged as she moved underneath him. “Please!”
Rose felt her breath catch as he said the word, and only seconds into their coupling, came with his name on her lips.
“Oh GOD!” Rose shouted as he pounded into her, resting his cool forehead against her burning brow.
The Doctor smiled as he closed his eyes, focusing solely on the feeling of being inside her.
“Incredible,” he breathed as she ripped open the front of his buttoned shirt.
The tiny buttons went flying as she closed her mouth over his firm chest and licked exuberantly over the fine hair under his neck.
“Doctor,” she choked out as he increased his pace and stared down at her like a wild animal.
“Rose,” he said back in a strangled cry. “Oh, Rose!”
He pulsed into her as his orgasm built to the breaking point, bringing Rose with him for a second time. He collapsed on top of her gratefully.
“Oh thank God,” he murmured as she tickled over his half naked chest.
Rose peered up at him curiously. “What’s that?” she asked.
“Just been wanting to do that for so long,” he breathed happily. “And when you walked out looking like…” He growled in the back of his throat in place of words. “I had to have you,” he finished hungrily.
Rose smiled and nipped at his earlobe. “It’s funny what boredom can lead to,” she mused. “Or maybe it’s completely obvious what boredom can lead to.”
“Either way,” the Doctor countered cheekily, “I’m now a huge fan of vortex anomalies, and checkers…and tiny elastic tops that are entirely indecent.”
Rose giggled under his weight and shifted so that she could nuzzle behind his ear. “I’ve got one more secret Doctor: me too!