To the Waters and the Wild: Prologue (P/11)
Title: To the Waters and the Wild: Prologue (P/11)
Authors: ladychi and
the_tenzo
Beta: spikewriter
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Ten II/Rose/Ten (yes, all together), and many other characters from the New-Whoniverse (but if we tell you who they are, we'd have to kill you).
Dedication: Written for unfolded73 and
fid_gin , for their birthdays
Summary: Rose and her two Doctors try to make the new configuration of Team TARDIS work after Journeys End. Meanwhile, an old foe has other plans for them entirely.
A/N: Updated weekly, on Tuesdays (except for Sunday, 17 May, to celebrate
fid_gin 's birthday). ladychi and I will alternate whose journal we post at.
the_tenzo 's A/N: Words can't express the admiration I have for unfolded73 and
fid_gin . When they write together as a team, or separately, they never fail to move, amuse, enthral (and yes, arouse!) me. But beyond that, they are both such wonderful, genuine people, and I'm proud to consider them friends. Please consider this story an homage to your work. I think it's pretty safe to say that without the two of you, the word Tencest wouldn't get nearly as many hits on Google as it does!
ladychi 's A/N: For two very dear friends, I couldn't imagine a better tribute than to try a hand at the genre they practically pioneered. Aside from influencing me over the past year I've been lucky enough to know them artistically, they've also been supportive of me in all of my other endeavors. Ladies, you are what is good about fandom. I hope you both sit down with a glass of wine and enjoy your favorite trio angsting, adventuring and sexing without having to do all the work this time. Happy, Happy Birthday.
~
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
~
The Doctor knew he should have just left well enough alone and gone to the library instead. There were some cracking novels he was in the middle of, having suddenly found a whole new-and decidedly human-appreciation for the turgid and the melodramatic. He could have gotten comfortable on the sofa, read for a while, perhaps dozed off (another recently-discovered past-time), and waited to see if the other Doctor and Rose turned up again later. If not, there was always routine TARDIS maintenance to attend to. His counterpart had taken to making to-do lists and leaving them conspicuously about the place, supposedly so they could each keep track of what the other had done.
Somewhere in the corridors between the galley and the library, however, he wandered very much off track and found himself knocking on the impressive wooden door to Rose's room.
"Come in," came Rose's muffled voice, and the Doctor entertained the possibility that she was in residence alone, perhaps reading, or tidying her room. That wouldn't seem to match the mood she and the other Doctor had left the table in at the end of dinner, but he knew better than anyone that Time Lords could be moody. Perhaps the inevitable trajectory towards tangled bedclothes they'd seemed set on had gotten blown off course between there and here.
Or perhaps not.
The Doctor opened the door cautiously, and at first couldn't see anything at all. His human eyes were much slower to adjust to low light than the Time Lord's, and he stood for a moment in the doorway before entering and shutting the door again behind him.
"What's up?" he heard Rose ask casually, and he followed the sound of her voice over to her bed. A bed he himself knew well-both its location and the many erotic possibilities of its intricate headboard.
"I just-" the Doctor started, staring down at his red trainers for a moment before looking up again and feeling more emotions, more intensely than he was really prepared for.
Rose was looking towards him, naked and smiling warmly, but there was another set of eyes there as well. Very familiar bright eyes, twinkling with pleasure and looking not at him, but up at Rose. His twin, the one who had been Rose Tyler's lover for a good deal longer than he, lay back expansively on the bed, hands clasped behind his head, as Rose straddled him.
"I'm... I'm sorry," the all-too-human Doctor stammered, backing up towards the door again. "I didn't know you were..."
He heard the low chuckle of his twin and couldn't work out whether it was a mocking laugh or not.
"No, it's okay. Nothing you haven't seen," Rose said breezily.
"Nothing he hasn't done," the other Doctor drawled.
Rose's clear laugh fell around him and his heart both ached and expanded simultaneously. "True!" she said. "Though he likes it more when I do this." She leaned over and brushed her lips against the cleft at his arm pit.
"Really?" the Time Lord asked clinically. "You like that? Fascinating. Does nothing for me at all, except tickle."
The Doctor stood motionless by the doorway, opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something, anything to make himself seem like less of a dupe and more like he'd come in to witness this scene on purpose. What that purpose might be was eluding him though. Rose lifted herself up off of the other man, then eased slowly down again, and the groans that resulted seemed to bypass the Doctor's ears and go straight to the pit of his stomach. He felt the familiar gathering heaviness in his groin, the slight downturn in the rationality of his conscious thoughts, and he didn't know whether to be ashamed of the reaction or not.
The two figures on the bed seemed to forget about their audience as the one slid his hands up and down Rose's body, and she rocked back and forth with subtle little motions. The Doctor stood by the door and watched, enthralled. His own cock was now well and truly straining against his blue trousers and while he meant to clear his throat in order to remind them of his presence, it just came out as a hoarse sigh.
"Doctor," Rose said, her voice choked with desire and the pleasure she was receiving from her partner's talented fingers, that stroked the valley the Doctor knew so well. He must have been finding the spots Rose loved because she gasped and moaned, biting her bottom lip and breathing heavily.
"Mmm," the Doctor on the bed replied, his head tilted back to reveal the shadow of day-old stubble.
"No, the other Doctor," Rose said, not looking at him as she twisted her hips and smirked at the helpless sound her lover made. "Could you get us a glass of water, please?"
The Doctor not currently enjoying the warm, soft pleasures of Rose Tyler had to take a moment to compose himself. He'd been toying with the possibility of perhaps exploring the front of his trousers-quietly, just to maybe try to relieve a bit of discomfort and shift things around a bit. But Rose had spoken just as his hand was about to move from hovering to actual touching, and he pulled back as if he'd been burned. "A glass of... water. Yes, of course. Ice?"
"No ice," the other Doctor said in between long, hoarse breaths. The fact that Rose continued to move over him as they conversed struck the Doctor as improbably arousing.
"There's a glass here," Rose added, glancing briefly at her bedside table, before focusing all of her attention back on to the man in her bed and their slow, leisurely coupling.
The state that he was in, it took the Doctor a moment to realise that in order to retrieve said glass, he'd have to get very close to Rose's bed. A matter of a couple of feet, really. He tried to avert his eyes as he approached, but found he couldn't. The sight of her pleasuring-quite frankly, happily fucking-his exact duplicate was impossible to look away from and it took almost no imagination at all (another dubious gift of being human) to put himself in the other man's place, especially as he'd been in precisely that place several times in the past few weeks of his new life.
The pair made uninhibited sounds of pleasure, such that even if he'd had the strength to business-like retrieve the glass and pay no mind, it would have done him no good. He grabbed the tumbler off the bedside table quickly, the glass cool in his hand, and forced himself to turn away and enter Rose's bathroom. The lights were on low there and he caught a good look at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed, his eyes holding a wild look. His hand trembled as he turned the tap and the water splashed over his fingers as he let the glass overflow.
He had to get a hold of himself, he thought, and then winced at his turn of phrase. This was the arrangement, and they'd all agreed to it. Would it have been better if the Time Lord had kept Rose all to himself, forbidden his duplicate access to the woman he was born already having so many memories of making love to? It was a kindness, really. And Rose was so giving, consciously making an effort to not favor either of them, probably keeping a diary of their time together so as not to grant more to one than the other. He knew that the nights he was not spending with her, the other man likely was. Perhaps not doing what they were doing now, but enjoying some time alone together. "Bonding" Rose called it, and she did the same with the human version as well.
He shut the tap and quietly tiptoed back in to the bedroom. He would feel bad if he disturbed them-indeed felt bad already for intruding. This had been his mistake, and they'd already been so gracious about it.
As he set the glass back down on the table, he saw that both of their eyes were closed now, and Rose had dropped down to put her hands on either side of the other man's shoulders. How well he knew what this felt like, when she knelt over him and slowly drew herself up and off of his length and then just as slowly plunged back down again. If it were him instead of the carefully guarded and controlled Time Lord, he'd probably take this moment to roll Rose over on to her back, spread her legs wide and-
"Thank you," Rose whispered, not looking over to him or ceasing her agonisingly slow movements.
The Doctor turned away and quietly exited, closing the door shut behind him with a click.
For a moment he stood, unsure of what to do. They hadn't been entirely clear on a few points when this arrangement had first been made. Was it okay for him to listen at the door? He could easily picture what was going on from the sounds-the Time Lord's reluctant groans and Rose's easy gasps and sighs. He was throbbing-so aroused and stiff it was almost painful to go without relief.
The back of his head fell against the doorway and his hand went to his zipper. He had the button undone before he really realized what he was doing. Still, it was hard to stop himself from rubbing the front of his pants with an open palm, shuddering from the sensation. But it was nothing like being inside Rose-it was nothing like what he wanted.
Through the door he could hear his double's shout of ecstasy as he came, and instead of exciting him further, it was like being doused in cold water. He shivered, hunching forward and nearly dropping to the floor.
He'd never thought that he could be together with Rose and be this profoundly lonely. He knew it wasn't rational to want to be with her every night-they'd done the best they could, but he wondered sometimes if men weren't meant to share, and Time Lords even less so. Rose... Rose was brilliant. It was hard to stop himself from being jealous, resentful. Nasty human emotions he knew he wasn't above feeling, even as what he'd been before-they were just so much more more powerful in this human form, with all of these feelings crammed in to such a short lifespan.
Sounds of movement from the room spurred him to action. He pushed himself off the door, did his trousers back up quickly, and stuck his hands in his pockets. There had been a time, in his very long life, when he had become very proficient at solitaire. Perhaps his talent for the game would come back easily.
Chapters: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Authors: ladychi and
the_tenzo
Beta: spikewriter
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Ten II/Rose/Ten (yes, all together), and many other characters from the New-Whoniverse (but if we tell you who they are, we'd have to kill you).
Dedication: Written for unfolded73 and
fid_gin , for their birthdays
Summary: Rose and her two Doctors try to make the new configuration of Team TARDIS work after Journeys End. Meanwhile, an old foe has other plans for them entirely.
A/N: Updated weekly, on Tuesdays (except for Sunday, 17 May, to celebrate
fid_gin 's birthday). ladychi and I will alternate whose journal we post at.
the_tenzo 's A/N: Words can't express the admiration I have for unfolded73 and
fid_gin . When they write together as a team, or separately, they never fail to move, amuse, enthral (and yes, arouse!) me. But beyond that, they are both such wonderful, genuine people, and I'm proud to consider them friends. Please consider this story an homage to your work. I think it's pretty safe to say that without the two of you, the word Tencest wouldn't get nearly as many hits on Google as it does!
ladychi 's A/N: For two very dear friends, I couldn't imagine a better tribute than to try a hand at the genre they practically pioneered. Aside from influencing me over the past year I've been lucky enough to know them artistically, they've also been supportive of me in all of my other endeavors. Ladies, you are what is good about fandom. I hope you both sit down with a glass of wine and enjoy your favorite trio angsting, adventuring and sexing without having to do all the work this time. Happy, Happy Birthday.
~
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
~
The Doctor knew he should have just left well enough alone and gone to the library instead. There were some cracking novels he was in the middle of, having suddenly found a whole new-and decidedly human-appreciation for the turgid and the melodramatic. He could have gotten comfortable on the sofa, read for a while, perhaps dozed off (another recently-discovered past-time), and waited to see if the other Doctor and Rose turned up again later. If not, there was always routine TARDIS maintenance to attend to. His counterpart had taken to making to-do lists and leaving them conspicuously about the place, supposedly so they could each keep track of what the other had done.
Somewhere in the corridors between the galley and the library, however, he wandered very much off track and found himself knocking on the impressive wooden door to Rose's room.
"Come in," came Rose's muffled voice, and the Doctor entertained the possibility that she was in residence alone, perhaps reading, or tidying her room. That wouldn't seem to match the mood she and the other Doctor had left the table in at the end of dinner, but he knew better than anyone that Time Lords could be moody. Perhaps the inevitable trajectory towards tangled bedclothes they'd seemed set on had gotten blown off course between there and here.
Or perhaps not.
The Doctor opened the door cautiously, and at first couldn't see anything at all. His human eyes were much slower to adjust to low light than the Time Lord's, and he stood for a moment in the doorway before entering and shutting the door again behind him.
"What's up?" he heard Rose ask casually, and he followed the sound of her voice over to her bed. A bed he himself knew well-both its location and the many erotic possibilities of its intricate headboard.
"I just-" the Doctor started, staring down at his red trainers for a moment before looking up again and feeling more emotions, more intensely than he was really prepared for.
Rose was looking towards him, naked and smiling warmly, but there was another set of eyes there as well. Very familiar bright eyes, twinkling with pleasure and looking not at him, but up at Rose. His twin, the one who had been Rose Tyler's lover for a good deal longer than he, lay back expansively on the bed, hands clasped behind his head, as Rose straddled him.
"I'm... I'm sorry," the all-too-human Doctor stammered, backing up towards the door again. "I didn't know you were..."
He heard the low chuckle of his twin and couldn't work out whether it was a mocking laugh or not.
"No, it's okay. Nothing you haven't seen," Rose said breezily.
"Nothing he hasn't done," the other Doctor drawled.
Rose's clear laugh fell around him and his heart both ached and expanded simultaneously. "True!" she said. "Though he likes it more when I do this." She leaned over and brushed her lips against the cleft at his arm pit.
"Really?" the Time Lord asked clinically. "You like that? Fascinating. Does nothing for me at all, except tickle."
The Doctor stood motionless by the doorway, opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something, anything to make himself seem like less of a dupe and more like he'd come in to witness this scene on purpose. What that purpose might be was eluding him though. Rose lifted herself up off of the other man, then eased slowly down again, and the groans that resulted seemed to bypass the Doctor's ears and go straight to the pit of his stomach. He felt the familiar gathering heaviness in his groin, the slight downturn in the rationality of his conscious thoughts, and he didn't know whether to be ashamed of the reaction or not.
The two figures on the bed seemed to forget about their audience as the one slid his hands up and down Rose's body, and she rocked back and forth with subtle little motions. The Doctor stood by the door and watched, enthralled. His own cock was now well and truly straining against his blue trousers and while he meant to clear his throat in order to remind them of his presence, it just came out as a hoarse sigh.
"Doctor," Rose said, her voice choked with desire and the pleasure she was receiving from her partner's talented fingers, that stroked the valley the Doctor knew so well. He must have been finding the spots Rose loved because she gasped and moaned, biting her bottom lip and breathing heavily.
"Mmm," the Doctor on the bed replied, his head tilted back to reveal the shadow of day-old stubble.
"No, the other Doctor," Rose said, not looking at him as she twisted her hips and smirked at the helpless sound her lover made. "Could you get us a glass of water, please?"
The Doctor not currently enjoying the warm, soft pleasures of Rose Tyler had to take a moment to compose himself. He'd been toying with the possibility of perhaps exploring the front of his trousers-quietly, just to maybe try to relieve a bit of discomfort and shift things around a bit. But Rose had spoken just as his hand was about to move from hovering to actual touching, and he pulled back as if he'd been burned. "A glass of... water. Yes, of course. Ice?"
"No ice," the other Doctor said in between long, hoarse breaths. The fact that Rose continued to move over him as they conversed struck the Doctor as improbably arousing.
"There's a glass here," Rose added, glancing briefly at her bedside table, before focusing all of her attention back on to the man in her bed and their slow, leisurely coupling.
The state that he was in, it took the Doctor a moment to realise that in order to retrieve said glass, he'd have to get very close to Rose's bed. A matter of a couple of feet, really. He tried to avert his eyes as he approached, but found he couldn't. The sight of her pleasuring-quite frankly, happily fucking-his exact duplicate was impossible to look away from and it took almost no imagination at all (another dubious gift of being human) to put himself in the other man's place, especially as he'd been in precisely that place several times in the past few weeks of his new life.
The pair made uninhibited sounds of pleasure, such that even if he'd had the strength to business-like retrieve the glass and pay no mind, it would have done him no good. He grabbed the tumbler off the bedside table quickly, the glass cool in his hand, and forced himself to turn away and enter Rose's bathroom. The lights were on low there and he caught a good look at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed, his eyes holding a wild look. His hand trembled as he turned the tap and the water splashed over his fingers as he let the glass overflow.
He had to get a hold of himself, he thought, and then winced at his turn of phrase. This was the arrangement, and they'd all agreed to it. Would it have been better if the Time Lord had kept Rose all to himself, forbidden his duplicate access to the woman he was born already having so many memories of making love to? It was a kindness, really. And Rose was so giving, consciously making an effort to not favor either of them, probably keeping a diary of their time together so as not to grant more to one than the other. He knew that the nights he was not spending with her, the other man likely was. Perhaps not doing what they were doing now, but enjoying some time alone together. "Bonding" Rose called it, and she did the same with the human version as well.
He shut the tap and quietly tiptoed back in to the bedroom. He would feel bad if he disturbed them-indeed felt bad already for intruding. This had been his mistake, and they'd already been so gracious about it.
As he set the glass back down on the table, he saw that both of their eyes were closed now, and Rose had dropped down to put her hands on either side of the other man's shoulders. How well he knew what this felt like, when she knelt over him and slowly drew herself up and off of his length and then just as slowly plunged back down again. If it were him instead of the carefully guarded and controlled Time Lord, he'd probably take this moment to roll Rose over on to her back, spread her legs wide and-
"Thank you," Rose whispered, not looking over to him or ceasing her agonisingly slow movements.
The Doctor turned away and quietly exited, closing the door shut behind him with a click.
For a moment he stood, unsure of what to do. They hadn't been entirely clear on a few points when this arrangement had first been made. Was it okay for him to listen at the door? He could easily picture what was going on from the sounds-the Time Lord's reluctant groans and Rose's easy gasps and sighs. He was throbbing-so aroused and stiff it was almost painful to go without relief.
The back of his head fell against the doorway and his hand went to his zipper. He had the button undone before he really realized what he was doing. Still, it was hard to stop himself from rubbing the front of his pants with an open palm, shuddering from the sensation. But it was nothing like being inside Rose-it was nothing like what he wanted.
Through the door he could hear his double's shout of ecstasy as he came, and instead of exciting him further, it was like being doused in cold water. He shivered, hunching forward and nearly dropping to the floor.
He'd never thought that he could be together with Rose and be this profoundly lonely. He knew it wasn't rational to want to be with her every night-they'd done the best they could, but he wondered sometimes if men weren't meant to share, and Time Lords even less so. Rose... Rose was brilliant. It was hard to stop himself from being jealous, resentful. Nasty human emotions he knew he wasn't above feeling, even as what he'd been before-they were just so much more more powerful in this human form, with all of these feelings crammed in to such a short lifespan.
Sounds of movement from the room spurred him to action. He pushed himself off the door, did his trousers back up quickly, and stuck his hands in his pockets. There had been a time, in his very long life, when he had become very proficient at solitaire. Perhaps his talent for the game would come back easily.
Chapters: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11