10Rose smutfic
I came up with this idea ages ago, and asked around to see if there was one like it, but there didn't seem to be. So, with encouragement from quarkz, chicklet73, oldweirdme and hobbit_hunter , here it is.
Title: Homecoming
Pairing: 10Rose
Rating: you can't spell smut without M
Summary: Basically, I was wondering: what would happen after the regen. if Rose/9 had been sleeping together - how would she then react to 10?
A/N: Just for fun, I also tried to include references to all David's recent projects (GoF, Casanova, Blackpool and Secret Smile) and I managed it. Points to anyone who spots them all.
Warning: Includes a Scottish accent, which might induce fangirlish fainting. And it has this line: “Ah.” Rose’s fingers ghosted over the dark mark between his shoulder blades. “The infamous mole.”
Beta: flamestone
“Rose?”
“Hmm?”
She didn’t look round, engrossed in the film. The Doctor enjoyed nights like these, where they would cuddle up on the sofa. He didn’t even mind the Hollywood chick flicks which Rose always seemed to choose, where every line was a cliché and he could correctly guess the ending only five minutes into the opening scene.
This particular offering had everything going for it: enough double entendres to power the TARDIS for a couple of months, and a plot so ridiculously mundane he could have sworn he’d seen fifty others exactly the same. But he didn’t care. For the first time in two weeks, Rose was completely relaxed in his company. Leaning against the arm of the sofa in one of the TARDIS’ many living rooms, cuddling a cushion against her chest, she had draped her legs across his and would purposely brush her foot against his knee every so often, smiling to herself, well aware he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
He knew this was hard for her - regeneration was never an easy concept to comprehend, although to be fair she was doing remarkably well so far, and he’d never been in quite this situation with anyone before. Reacting to a new face - a new voice, a new friend - was hard enough. Reacting to a new lover was something different altogether.
But this was Rose, the most intelligent, understanding human he’d ever met, and he knew she would come to accept it; accept him, this new face and voice and friend and lover. And he had been quite prepared to give her time to do this, because he had so much of it and no one else to share it with. But tonight… he knew he wasn’t imagining the signs, and certainly couldn’t ignore them. He wanted her, so badly. Maybe she wanted him again - it had to be worth a try anyway.
“Can I hold your hand?”
She did turn to him this time, the expression on her face a mixture of intrigue and amusement. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light and she slid her foot up his thigh as she moved round properly to look at him. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh as he drew in a breath between gritted teeth.
“I don’t know, can you?”
God, he was gorgeous. Those dark, penetrating eyes, hair that she just wanted to run her fingers through, long, lean body… She had surprised herself at how comfortable she was around him. At first she wouldn’t have trusted him to make her a cup of tea, but the old trust had quickly built up again. And tonight everything seemed so perfect, but for what? She had been waiting for the usual waves of uneasiness to wash over her since she first dared to lay her legs across his, but they had never arrived, and now the thought of what this might mean was sending shivers down her spine.
He visibly relaxed as she trailed her foot back towards his knee, but only slightly. With only one movement she had managed to raise tension in every single muscle of his body. Suddenly the room was far too hot. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat to speak. “I- I don’t know. What- ” His eyes searched the room in vain for something to focus upon, but he was forced to swallow and look at her. She was smiling, her tongue between her teeth, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. It almost made him growl and leap on her like some sort of animal, but he managed to restrain himself. Just. “What do you think?”
She shrugged, her gaze burning into his. There was no way he could be imagining this. “I think it’s worth a try. I think you might even find yourself… pleasantly surprised.”
And with a mischievous smile she turned her attention back to the film, leaving the Doctor wondering where all his breath had suddenly gone. He continued to stare at her for a few moments before managing to pull himself together, although he had no idea how he did it. His eyes moved to her left hand, lying palm up against her hip, her fingers slightly curled as if she was holding something precious and didn’t want to break it. If he had been a poet he might have said she was holding his soul; but he wasn’t, so he didn’t.
He slowly moved his right hand, reaching out almost hesitantly towards her, hovering for a moment and feeling nothing but a whisper of air between their skin. He took a deep breath and gently slid his fingers across the space between her thumb and index finger. He was barely touching her, but it was enough to find she was shaking almost as much as he was. He smiled and let out a silent sigh of relief, aware that the smile gracing her lips had nothing to do with whatever was happening on the film. This gave him confidence enough to turn his hand so their palms were laid together as if to compare sizes, and he traced his fingers along hers before lacing and locking them together.
Thoroughly pleased with himself, he looked back at the TV as he shifted slightly, using the pretence of getting more comfortable to move closer to her, until their hips were touching. She saw right through him of course, but from the sparkle in her eyes, he didn’t think she minded too much. They sat in an incredibly sexually-charged silence for an indefinable number of minutes, neither of them able to concentrate on the film and yet pretending they were both enthralled by it. The Doctor didn’t think he’d ever be able to focus on anything ever again, not when Rose’s thumb was rubbing small circles across his.
He could sense her sneaking glances at him from time to time, feel the painfully intense heat which radiated from every touching part of their bodies, noticed her sliding her feet up his legs more often that was strictly necessary, and then suddenly he couldn’t just sit impassively any longer.
What prompted him to move he didn’t know, but he found he was no longer afraid of awkwardness or rejection. He leaned across Rose, picking up the remote control with his left hand and turning the volume right down to a low murmur. He drew back only slightly, his chest pressed along her arm, his face inches from hers as he looked straight into her eyes; eyes full of trust and love and the dark, passionate desire which she would never be without.
“Can I kiss you?”
His voice was no more than a whisper but she must have heard because, without a word, she slowly tilted her chin upwards until their lips were a breath apart. She might have said “Yes” or he might have imagined it - he didn’t pay much attention, because the next second she was kissing him and if the air around them had been charged before, now it was positively shimmering with electricity and hormones and love and lust.
The kiss was gentle, tender and slow; each of them making only slight movements as if, now they had finally found their anchor, they were reluctant to let it go. The Doctor brought his left hand up, touching the backs of his fingers against her cheek, and she instinctively leaned into him as they broke apart.
He watched, mesmerised, as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him through long lashes. He heard her breath catch in her throat as she met his dark gaze, felt his hearts thumping in his chest when he saw what was conveyed in hers, and then their mouths met again and he found himself utterly powerless to stop it; the rising thrill of desire which bubbled inside him, threatening to overwhelm him completely. He could have sworn the kiss lasted forever; soft lips and softer sighs, noses brushing, bodies melting together as Rose turned further towards him, leaning into him as her right hand slid from his chest to his shoulder and back again.
Then any perceptions of forever were shattered as she suddenly pulled away, disentangling herself from him as she moved to stand. The Doctor kept his eyes closed, totally frozen, the only sound the blood roaring in his ears. She had withdrawn from him, didn’t want him after all. He’d rushed things, pushed her into it too soon; she obviously wasn’t ready yet, and now he’d just ensured she wouldn’t be for a long time to come.
He was so busy mentally berating himself that he didn’t realise she was still standing there and hadn’t run off to her room. It was only when he groaned, rubbed his face with his hands and looked helplessly around the room that his eyes landed on her and he almost jumped out of his skin. His panic immediately subsided however, when he saw her outstretched hand, and he followed its line up to her face. If he hadn’t known better he might have said she appeared to be nervous, but there was also the Tyler determination set into her features, and he couldn’t possibly ignore the fire which was radiating from her dark gaze.
He got up slowly and stood in front of her, his hand moving automatically to rest lightly on her hip, and they leaned in to another kiss, her arms sliding around his neck as she moved her mouth over his with ever-increasing fervour. The Doctor was waiting for her sign to deepen the kiss; he still wary of rushing her, but he needn’t have been - it wasn’t very long at all before he felt her tongue against his lips, asking for and immediately receiving entry. His hand tightened on her hip as he pulled her against him, and she moaned into his mouth as her stomach encountered the hard bulge in his trousers.
Her hands moved into his hair as his snaked around her waist, one stroking her back and the other descending to squeeze her bum. She groaned again as she teased their lips apart, tracing her fingers across his face and neck, beginning what was to be a long and very thorough discovery of this new body which inflicted such chaos upon her own.
“Rose…”
His voice was so low it seemed to vibrate straight through to her core and she shuddered, her head falling back as his lips trailed across her jaw. The hand on her back ascended up under her t-shirt to undo her bra, but she withdrew from his embrace slightly and placed a finger under his chin, lifting his face to hers.
“Not here.”
He stared at her for a moment, recognising the implications of her words and what this meant. She suddenly looked so vulnerable, so trusting, but she wasn’t afraid; never afraid. His hearts went out to her and he nodded and took her hand.
They arrived in the Doctor’s room - the room he had never quite got out of the habit of calling ‘theirs’, although perhaps now it was a good job he hadn’t - and Rose immediately dimmed the lights.
He smiled, watching her with amusement. “You’ve got this all planned out, haven’t you?”
She looked up from where she was lighting the candles she had never taken back to her room. “No…” She shrugged but he saw her secret smile. “I’m just goin’ with the flow.” She blew out the match and walked back across to him. “I want this to be perfect,” she confided as she closed the door behind him and led him over to the large double bed.
The Doctor knelt on the edge and reached up to cup her cheek. “It will be,” he murmured, drawing her down to sit next to him. “You’re here.”
She shook her head, sticking her tongue between her teeth. “You always were an old romantic,” she mused and he grinned. It was the first time she’d referred to him in terms of his old self, and the insinuation behind her words told him she was ready for this.
He leaned forward to capture her lips, an affectionate kiss which soon transformed into something much more powerful and intense. She seemed to have learned incredibly quickly to like the taste of his mouth, reassured by the tongue which knew what made her squirm and at the same time highly aroused by the knowledge that she loved this man despite how he had changed, and the thrill of discovering him all over again.
Her hands began to loosen his tie as his moved to work on the clasp of her bra again, and once she had untied the strip of material she threw it carelessly over his shoulder, immediately turning her attention to the buttons of his shirt which, had she not liked it so much, she would have just ripped off. She broke the kiss as she pushed it off his shoulders, and motioned from him to stand up, which he did with a curious look.
“Rose, what- ?”
“Ssh,” she soothed, and he fell silent straight away. “I want to look at you.”
And she did. The flickering candle light played off the subtle planes of his stomach and abdomen, turning his pale skin a golden colour and reflecting off the scattering of dark hair on his chest. He stood slightly self-consciously, hands in the pockets of his trousers, but she knew this was turning him on. She walked slowly around him, careful to brush her hips against his when she passed and delighting in the shiver which coursed visibly down his spine. His back was well muscled and covered in pale freckles.
“Ah.” Rose’s fingers ghosted over the dark mark between his shoulder blades. “The infamous mole.” Her breath made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he bit back a groan. She moved round to face him again and placed her hands on his shoulders, sliding them down through the fine hair, onto his stomach and round his sides, taking a step closer.
“Does it feel different…” She drew her hands back and up his chest again. Biting her lower lip as if deep in concentration, she flicked her thumbs simultaneously over his nipples, and this time he did groan; loudly. “…When I touch you?”
He swallowed hard as she pressed her hips into his. The desire to take her there and then was almost overwhelming, but he knew this was important to her, and so he closed his eyes and tried to take some sort of hold on himself.
“No, I-” He cleared his throat, unable to dare himself to look at her. “I could never forget your touch.”
He could literally feel her smile, it was that warm. He sensed her lips lightly brush his, but she didn’t allow him any chance to kiss her properly as she moved away. He heard the rustling of clothes, and before he knew it she’d taken his hand and placed it carefully on her neck.
“You can look at me Doctor, I’m not that repulsive.”
He heard the joke in her voice and opened his eyes, only to wish he hadn’t as a scorching flicker of fire shot straight to his groin. Rose didn’t seem fazed, acting like she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was now topless and the effect this had just had on him. It took him a moment to recover from the shock and to realise she was moving his hand downwards, but when he did he remembered he did actually have the gift of touch and brushed his fingers across her smooth, flushed skin.
“Does it feel different when you touch me?” She whispered, letting go of his wrist when he reached her breast, her arm falling to her side as she sighed and shut her eyes.
The Doctor grinned to himself - he was back in control. His slowly slid his fingers down between her breasts, deciding to go left first and brush his thumb across her right nipple, feeling it harden further under his touch as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, dragging his lips across her skin until he reached her left nipple and took it into his mouth. Her breathless moan was too much for him, and he backed her onto the bed, supporting her shoulders as he eased her down and laid on top of her.
Her question remained unanswered, as he began to kiss and suck at her other breast, savouring her little gasps and moans. He lifted his hips to work on the button of her jeans, which he found was being temperamental, and he swore and sat up to use two hands. Rose groaned at the loss of contact and swatted his hands out of the way, impatient to get out of her clothes - and then remove his - as quickly as possible.
“Women,” he muttered as he crawled off her, and she felt her heart constrict as she pulled off her jeans and knickers and flung them across the room. Blue eyes or brown, this was her Doctor, and she knew in that moment she had never wanted anything more in her life than to simply hold him in her arms and tell him she loved him.
Totally naked and totally unashamed, she reached for his belt, making quick work of it. When he slid his trousers and boxers off and dropped them onto the floor, his eyes met hers for a second and a silent understanding passed between them. This was it, their new beginning, when the past weeks of pain and separation were forgotten and they were allowed to start afresh. It was only a tiny speck in the infinity of time, but it was enough.
And then, as quickly as the moment had come, it was over, and Rose wrapped her arms around the Doctor’s neck and brought his mouth down onto hers as they sank back into the mattress. He positioned himself above her, gently rocking his hips, moving against her once, twice… She gasped and arched her back as he entered her, shuddering and struggling for breath. He filled her so completely that it brought tears to her eyes; tears he watched accumulate and eventually spill down her cheeks. Locked in her gaze and unable to look away, he could think of nothing except how right this felt, and how he was totally overwhelmed by her.
And when the edge approached - the divide between this reality and a place that imagination alone could envision - Rose Tyler and her Doctor embarked upon a new journey together. Images and words flashed before them; images and words that had been lost over the past lonely weeks, but which would never be forgotten. Neither knew how it happened, but they didn’t know how to stop it and didn’t want to. It felt like they were closing a door on their past - careful to keep the key to their memories so they could come back any time they liked - and opening another to the future,
“Run!”
“What’s your name by the way?”
“Did I mention, it also travels in time?”
“Hello.”
“You saw me, I changed right in front of you.”
“I was dying… I changed my body, every single cell… But I’m still me.”
“Still me.”
“Still me…”
And then they were falling, screaming and breathless, lost forever but for one another. It was the most emotional climax Rose had ever experienced, and as she slowly came down she found she was sobbing, shaking as he wrapped her in his arms and held her tightly.
“Oh Rose,” he murmured, stroking her hair as her crying gradually ceased. He continued, almost to himself. “I’ve always loved you. So much it hurts sometimes. And I know it’s been hard for you, Rose, but this is who I am; this is who I’ve always been. I just- ” He sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she idly drew patterns on his chest. “I just need you to know I would have waited for you; for as long as it took you to recognise me again. Mind you, I always knew you would. I know everything, me.”
She felt him grin against her hair and turned in his arms to look at him. “You’ve changed your body and you still think you’re so impressive,” she teased, nuzzling her nose against his.
“I am so impressive!” He feigned hurt and insult. “How many of your ex-boyfriends could have done that?”
She just laughed and shook her head, then sobered again. “But seriously, what you just said… thank you.” He smiled and kissed her, lightly moving his hand up and down her arm.
“Rose Tyler,” he said when they broke apart, and she looked at him bemusedly. She knew that tone. “You are fantastic.” He kissed her again, eliciting a soft sigh from her.
“Doctor, I love you.”
It was so wonderfully simple, but its value was totally immeasurable. They had time and space under their fingertips - stars, planets, galaxies, aliens; running and running and never stopping - but the one thing they could be sure of was what they could call home.
Rose settled back into his arms again. “Doctor?”
“Hmm?”
“You know when you regenerated?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“How come you’ve still got an English accent?” She paused, sensing his amusement. “I mean, why not Scottish or French or something?”
“Good question. How‘s about this for a Scottish accent?” It caught her totally off guard - she’d always found them extremely sexy, and even more so now she was lying naked with a man who was speaking with one.
She swallowed and slid her foot slowly up his leg, repeating the gesture which had sparked the entire evening’s events in the first place.
“That is…” She kissed his neck, “…turning me on…” she sucked on the base of his throat and made him groan, “… so much…”
He grinned as he rolled on top of her. “Really mademoiselle?”
“Oh God,” she murmured. French was almost as sexy as Scottish, but it was made even more so as he was currently kissing his way down her breasts and stomach.
“We start at un…” He kissed one nipple, “… deux…” he kissed the other, “… trois…” he kissed her navel, dipping his tongue into her tummy button and making her shiver, “… all the way to soixante-neuf…”
Rose would never know why it had taken her so long to come home to this.
The End.
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Let me know what you thought, and if you spotted all the (totally obvious) David references :)
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And Happy Christmas, in case I don't get chance to say it again!