Never-ending 1/3
Never-ending, Nine/Rose and Ten/Rose, rating teen this part (Adult overall)
Summary: This story follows the progression of the Doctor and Rose's relationship at night as Rose has a disturbing recurring dream.
Thanks to Develish1, who agreed to beta and Brit pick for me at the last minute, even though she was sick (and also helped me choose a title).
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the BBC.
I apologize for missing the deadline! Hopefully it is still okay to submit it here. This is my first time writing fan fiction and also my first time writing any sort of smut so I appreciate all the constructive feedback you are willing to provide but please be slightly gentle with me ;).
Chapter 1, 1,887 words
Chapter 1
The first time Rose had the dream, the Doctor woke her up with a gentle shake of her shoulders. Her eyes flew open, and she let out a small shriek when she found ice blue irises less than a couple of centimetres from her face. Before the Doctor had a chance to even utter a syllable in explanation, Rose recognized the eyes as his and abruptly pulled him into a fierce hug.
The Doctor froze for a moment, uncomfortable in the knowledge that he was practically straddling her now, but then wrapped his arms around her and started rubbing soft circles on her back. He muttered comforting and soothing words as she clutched him tightly. “Shhh. I’ve got you. You’re fine. I’m here now.”
Rose broke the hug and looked up at him with a questioning glance. “Not that I’m complaining but what are you doing here Doctor?”
He moved into a sitting position next to her and looked at her sheepishly. “You were dreaming. I was worried so I came in to check on you. Is that alright?”
Rose didn’t hesitate. “Course it is. Just, you might not want to make a habit of doing that to other people unless you fancy being slapped. It’s a bit startling waking up that way.”
The Doctor tucked a strand of Rose’s hair behind her ear and said. “I don’t. Or won’t.” When she raised a questioning eyebrow, he continued. “It isn’t a habit. I don’t do this sort of thing but, like I said, I was worried about you. You cried out for me in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”
Rose blushed at hearing that she had called for him in her sleep, and worried about what kind of dream she might have been having. She told him “I don’t know. It’s mostly gone now.” Then she furrowed her brow and bit her bottom lip in concentration. “No, wait. Actually, I do remember some of it. I was trapped in this really tall see through building, yeah? And I kept going up this staircase but it never ended no matter how high up I went. It just kept going and going, around and around, up and up. I could see everything outside but I couldn’t touch or feel any of it. I mean everything - space, Earth, all the stars - everything. Sort of like all the worlds we’ve seen in one, plus all the stars shining brightly and the blackness of space too. I know that sounds odd but I don’t know how else to describe it. And I felt so terrified! It wasn’t like I was being chased or anything and it didn’t seem like I was in any sort of danger, but I wanted so badly to get out of the building. I knew somehow that you were outside but I was stuck with no way out.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “That’s it. I don’t remember anything else. I’m not sure why I was so afraid. What do you think it means?”
He smoothed her hair away from her forehead and smiled. “You apes are always trying to find meaning in everything. Why’s it have to mean anything at all?”
Despite the tender note of teasing in his voice, Rose felt annoyed. “You asked. I was just wondering is all. Besides I happen to know a Time Lord that looks for meaning in everything too.”
The Doctor’s eyebrows shot up “I didn’t mean it as an insult. It’s one of the things I love about you lot. And yes, you’re right, I suppose I do find meaning in everything but not in the same way that humans do.” He paused to consider his words before continuing. “Remember when we first met and I told you I felt the turn of the Earth?” She nodded. “I don’t perceive things in the same way that you do. I see in a lot more layers. Sort of like what you saw outside of that building I guess. I see what’s right in front of me but I also see, no that’s not exactly right, I feel all of the possibilities of every person, every world, every everything. There is no meaning to any of it until I decide there is.” He shrugged as if to say that was the best explanation he could give her.
Rose stayed quiet for a few moments and then asked, “So what, it’s all up to you whether or not any of it means anything at all? That’s a bit rich even coming from you.”
The Doctor laughed and then smiled smugly. “No, anyone can assign meaning to something. I didn’t mean just me. I use my extensive knowledge and fantastic powers of deduction to make sense out of the chaos. I’m a genius me, remember?”
Rose responded by rolling her eyes at him and giving him a teasing tongue touched smile. “Yes, I’m already well aware of how impressive you think you are.”
He smiled at her and tweaked her nose. “Oh Rose, don’t you know? You’re impressive too. One of the many things I adore about you is your ability to distinguish the single thing that really matters in almost any situation.”
Rose gaped at him in wordless response. He’d told her he only took the best and she knew that he cared about her, but he rarely complimented her so overtly. She didn’t know how to respond so she just gave him a small, embarrassed smile that suddenly turned into a loud yawn. “Sorry. Someone woke me up so I’m a bit tired.”
The Doctor looked mildly offended but then his eyes softened as he realized how exhausted she must be. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and muttered, “get some sleep Rose,” before reluctantly getting up.
Rose sensed his hesitation and grabbed onto his arm. “Stay with me for awhile? Chase the bad dreams away?” She asked with a hopeful and tentative smile.
He nodded and lay down, still fully clothed in his jumper and jeans, and settled stiffly on his back as if trying not to touch her. Sensing his discomfort, Rose turned onto her side with her back to him and grabbed his left arm and flung it around her waist, pulling him into a spooning position. He sighed in resignation and began petting her hair with his other hand in a soothing motion that reminded Rose of her Mum.
Rose felt completely relaxed and started to close her eyes, but then her heartbeat sped up as she realized the intimacy of their position. She became increasingly aware of the feel of his warm breath on her neck; the way his fingers were lightly touching a part of her bare stomach; the tender almost reverent way that he was petting her hair; the position of his denim covered groin against her thighs. All of this combined to make her, suddenly and quite inconveniently, aroused. She held the Doctor’s hand all the time and had from the minute she met him and they also shared the occasional hug, but this was a first and she found that the nearness thrilled her even as it made her nervous.
Her breathing became laboured as she tried to get herself under control. Just as she had almost calmed herself down, she remembered that in her brief history with men spooning had always led to the feeling of a growing erection against her legs. She wondered if the Doctor had this in common with human men, and was simultaneously relieved and extremely disappointed to find that he apparently didn’t when several minutes passed with no change. Granted, the two men she had been with were what the Doctor would call, barely post pubescent “sex obsessed apes,” and he was certainly none of those things. He had very recently made it clear that he did in fact “dance,” and she wasn’t so naïve that she missed the double entendre of the word, but as far as she could tell he was as celibate as a monk.
For a moment, she worried that maybe he just didn’t find her desirable but she knew from the way he sometimes looked at her that he found her attractive, even if he refused to do anything about it. Then she remembered the few times she had seen him regulate his body, and realized that maybe this was just another thing his “superior biology” kept in check. Or, she suddenly thought in slight panic, maybe “it” just didn’t respond that way to someone of a different species. After all, guinea pigs didn’t mate with rabbits did they? Sleepiness overrode arousal as she continued pondering this and tried to think of examples of interspecies mating in nature. Eventually, she began to drift off to sleep with images of mules dancing in her head. Just as she entered that confusing time between wakefulness and asleep, she heard him whisper, “Oi! I am not a guinea pig! Or a mule!” She had just enough awareness left to wonder if she’d accidentally said that part aloud, before losing consciousness completely.
Rose was unsurprised to find herself alone in the bed the next morning. She hadn’t expected him to stay, after all he had never been able to sit still for longer than thirty seconds, and he didn’t need a lot of sleep. Still, she felt oddly disappointed by his absence. She hesitated briefly before getting out of bed, her nerves catching up with her, and began to worry that it would be awkward between them now. Her fear was proven to be unfounded, however, as things went on just as they always had. They were still the Doctor and Rose, best friends and companions, traveling through time and Space with Captain Jack along for the ride.
He didn’t come to her room every night after that, but he did occasionally when one or the other of them needed comfort. They never brought it up during the day, and there were no words exchanged on the subject at night either. They began to develop a wordless understanding, and a stronger connection as they became more attuned to one another. It never progressed beyond spooning or cuddling and everything else about their relationship remained unchanged, at least outwardly.
Rose started to notice little things about the Doctor that had never affected her previously, and she found that she definitely wanted more. She didn’t allow herself to push him, though, out of fear that he would run away.
One night, Rose woke up to find the Doctor still there, asleep beside her. She had never seen him sleep and he looked so beautiful and serene in that moment, that she found herself tracing the contours of his face. Before she could stop herself, she brushed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. His lips were warm and soft, and she wanted more than anything to wake him up and have him kiss her back, but she didn’t dare. He showed no signs of waking so she braved a whispered, and almost inaudible, “I love you” before falling back to sleep. That night turned out to be the last she spent with him before they were abruptly pulled from Kyoto to Satellite Five, and everything changed forever.
Chapter 2
Summary: This story follows the progression of the Doctor and Rose's relationship at night as Rose has a disturbing recurring dream.
Thanks to Develish1, who agreed to beta and Brit pick for me at the last minute, even though she was sick (and also helped me choose a title).
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the BBC.
I apologize for missing the deadline! Hopefully it is still okay to submit it here. This is my first time writing fan fiction and also my first time writing any sort of smut so I appreciate all the constructive feedback you are willing to provide but please be slightly gentle with me ;).
Chapter 1, 1,887 words
Chapter 1
The first time Rose had the dream, the Doctor woke her up with a gentle shake of her shoulders. Her eyes flew open, and she let out a small shriek when she found ice blue irises less than a couple of centimetres from her face. Before the Doctor had a chance to even utter a syllable in explanation, Rose recognized the eyes as his and abruptly pulled him into a fierce hug.
The Doctor froze for a moment, uncomfortable in the knowledge that he was practically straddling her now, but then wrapped his arms around her and started rubbing soft circles on her back. He muttered comforting and soothing words as she clutched him tightly. “Shhh. I’ve got you. You’re fine. I’m here now.”
Rose broke the hug and looked up at him with a questioning glance. “Not that I’m complaining but what are you doing here Doctor?”
He moved into a sitting position next to her and looked at her sheepishly. “You were dreaming. I was worried so I came in to check on you. Is that alright?”
Rose didn’t hesitate. “Course it is. Just, you might not want to make a habit of doing that to other people unless you fancy being slapped. It’s a bit startling waking up that way.”
The Doctor tucked a strand of Rose’s hair behind her ear and said. “I don’t. Or won’t.” When she raised a questioning eyebrow, he continued. “It isn’t a habit. I don’t do this sort of thing but, like I said, I was worried about you. You cried out for me in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”
Rose blushed at hearing that she had called for him in her sleep, and worried about what kind of dream she might have been having. She told him “I don’t know. It’s mostly gone now.” Then she furrowed her brow and bit her bottom lip in concentration. “No, wait. Actually, I do remember some of it. I was trapped in this really tall see through building, yeah? And I kept going up this staircase but it never ended no matter how high up I went. It just kept going and going, around and around, up and up. I could see everything outside but I couldn’t touch or feel any of it. I mean everything - space, Earth, all the stars - everything. Sort of like all the worlds we’ve seen in one, plus all the stars shining brightly and the blackness of space too. I know that sounds odd but I don’t know how else to describe it. And I felt so terrified! It wasn’t like I was being chased or anything and it didn’t seem like I was in any sort of danger, but I wanted so badly to get out of the building. I knew somehow that you were outside but I was stuck with no way out.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “That’s it. I don’t remember anything else. I’m not sure why I was so afraid. What do you think it means?”
He smoothed her hair away from her forehead and smiled. “You apes are always trying to find meaning in everything. Why’s it have to mean anything at all?”
Despite the tender note of teasing in his voice, Rose felt annoyed. “You asked. I was just wondering is all. Besides I happen to know a Time Lord that looks for meaning in everything too.”
The Doctor’s eyebrows shot up “I didn’t mean it as an insult. It’s one of the things I love about you lot. And yes, you’re right, I suppose I do find meaning in everything but not in the same way that humans do.” He paused to consider his words before continuing. “Remember when we first met and I told you I felt the turn of the Earth?” She nodded. “I don’t perceive things in the same way that you do. I see in a lot more layers. Sort of like what you saw outside of that building I guess. I see what’s right in front of me but I also see, no that’s not exactly right, I feel all of the possibilities of every person, every world, every everything. There is no meaning to any of it until I decide there is.” He shrugged as if to say that was the best explanation he could give her.
Rose stayed quiet for a few moments and then asked, “So what, it’s all up to you whether or not any of it means anything at all? That’s a bit rich even coming from you.”
The Doctor laughed and then smiled smugly. “No, anyone can assign meaning to something. I didn’t mean just me. I use my extensive knowledge and fantastic powers of deduction to make sense out of the chaos. I’m a genius me, remember?”
Rose responded by rolling her eyes at him and giving him a teasing tongue touched smile. “Yes, I’m already well aware of how impressive you think you are.”
He smiled at her and tweaked her nose. “Oh Rose, don’t you know? You’re impressive too. One of the many things I adore about you is your ability to distinguish the single thing that really matters in almost any situation.”
Rose gaped at him in wordless response. He’d told her he only took the best and she knew that he cared about her, but he rarely complimented her so overtly. She didn’t know how to respond so she just gave him a small, embarrassed smile that suddenly turned into a loud yawn. “Sorry. Someone woke me up so I’m a bit tired.”
The Doctor looked mildly offended but then his eyes softened as he realized how exhausted she must be. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and muttered, “get some sleep Rose,” before reluctantly getting up.
Rose sensed his hesitation and grabbed onto his arm. “Stay with me for awhile? Chase the bad dreams away?” She asked with a hopeful and tentative smile.
He nodded and lay down, still fully clothed in his jumper and jeans, and settled stiffly on his back as if trying not to touch her. Sensing his discomfort, Rose turned onto her side with her back to him and grabbed his left arm and flung it around her waist, pulling him into a spooning position. He sighed in resignation and began petting her hair with his other hand in a soothing motion that reminded Rose of her Mum.
Rose felt completely relaxed and started to close her eyes, but then her heartbeat sped up as she realized the intimacy of their position. She became increasingly aware of the feel of his warm breath on her neck; the way his fingers were lightly touching a part of her bare stomach; the tender almost reverent way that he was petting her hair; the position of his denim covered groin against her thighs. All of this combined to make her, suddenly and quite inconveniently, aroused. She held the Doctor’s hand all the time and had from the minute she met him and they also shared the occasional hug, but this was a first and she found that the nearness thrilled her even as it made her nervous.
Her breathing became laboured as she tried to get herself under control. Just as she had almost calmed herself down, she remembered that in her brief history with men spooning had always led to the feeling of a growing erection against her legs. She wondered if the Doctor had this in common with human men, and was simultaneously relieved and extremely disappointed to find that he apparently didn’t when several minutes passed with no change. Granted, the two men she had been with were what the Doctor would call, barely post pubescent “sex obsessed apes,” and he was certainly none of those things. He had very recently made it clear that he did in fact “dance,” and she wasn’t so naïve that she missed the double entendre of the word, but as far as she could tell he was as celibate as a monk.
For a moment, she worried that maybe he just didn’t find her desirable but she knew from the way he sometimes looked at her that he found her attractive, even if he refused to do anything about it. Then she remembered the few times she had seen him regulate his body, and realized that maybe this was just another thing his “superior biology” kept in check. Or, she suddenly thought in slight panic, maybe “it” just didn’t respond that way to someone of a different species. After all, guinea pigs didn’t mate with rabbits did they? Sleepiness overrode arousal as she continued pondering this and tried to think of examples of interspecies mating in nature. Eventually, she began to drift off to sleep with images of mules dancing in her head. Just as she entered that confusing time between wakefulness and asleep, she heard him whisper, “Oi! I am not a guinea pig! Or a mule!” She had just enough awareness left to wonder if she’d accidentally said that part aloud, before losing consciousness completely.
Rose was unsurprised to find herself alone in the bed the next morning. She hadn’t expected him to stay, after all he had never been able to sit still for longer than thirty seconds, and he didn’t need a lot of sleep. Still, she felt oddly disappointed by his absence. She hesitated briefly before getting out of bed, her nerves catching up with her, and began to worry that it would be awkward between them now. Her fear was proven to be unfounded, however, as things went on just as they always had. They were still the Doctor and Rose, best friends and companions, traveling through time and Space with Captain Jack along for the ride.
He didn’t come to her room every night after that, but he did occasionally when one or the other of them needed comfort. They never brought it up during the day, and there were no words exchanged on the subject at night either. They began to develop a wordless understanding, and a stronger connection as they became more attuned to one another. It never progressed beyond spooning or cuddling and everything else about their relationship remained unchanged, at least outwardly.
Rose started to notice little things about the Doctor that had never affected her previously, and she found that she definitely wanted more. She didn’t allow herself to push him, though, out of fear that he would run away.
One night, Rose woke up to find the Doctor still there, asleep beside her. She had never seen him sleep and he looked so beautiful and serene in that moment, that she found herself tracing the contours of his face. Before she could stop herself, she brushed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. His lips were warm and soft, and she wanted more than anything to wake him up and have him kiss her back, but she didn’t dare. He showed no signs of waking so she braved a whispered, and almost inaudible, “I love you” before falling back to sleep. That night turned out to be the last she spent with him before they were abruptly pulled from Kyoto to Satellite Five, and everything changed forever.
Chapter 2