Wolf Moon by ThroughAnAmberFocus
Title: Wolf Moon Chapter Twenty: Good Intentions
Author: ThroughAnAmberFocus
Character/Pairing: Alt!Nine/Rose
Rating: R (Adult)
Summary: Start with one happy, well-adjusted Rose Tyler living her life in the parallel world at age twenty-nine. Add one top of the line TARDIS with an attitude and a relationship problem with one angry, annoyed, crotchety old alternate Doctor who shouldn’t exist but does. Shake well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, I just like to play with the characters and I will put them back gently when I'm done.
Beta: JeopardyFriendly
Warning: Adult content due to discussions of adult themes regarding sexuality and very mild swearing. Smut begins.
Author's Notes: Rose has a bit of a split personality in this chapter as she continues to try to figure out what she wants. The Doctor knows exactly what he wants.
Previous chapters: http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=18731
“There,” said the Doctor, leaning away from the microscope and stretching tight muscles, his long form leaning back against the chair as his arms rose into the air.
Rose watched through heavily lidded eyes. She was tired but not so tired she couldn’t enjoy the lovely way he looked as his body moved. “There?” she repeated a little dumbly.
“The serum should be ready by morning and this,” the Doctor moved to a little machine to the side and pressed a couple of buttons, “should help you a great deal.” The machine beeped and then a small compartment slid open. He scooped several small pink tablets out of the machine and into a vial. He put a cork stopper in the little glass bottle and threaded a leather thong through its handle.
“Here you go. Take this with you whenever we leave the TARDIS. If we’re outside the medicated atmosphere for more than twenty-four hours you take one. It’ll act in the same manner as the pink fog, as a hormonal suppressant. The effects of the tablets should last about forty-eight hours,” he told her.
Rose clasped the vial in her fingers and stared at it. “How much of a suppressant is it going to be?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
Rose blushed but met his eyes. “Will I still want to kiss you? To touch you?”
“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “The underlying want isn’t going to go away, Rose, but it’ll be more of a...muted desire. A slow burn and not an intense fire. And the side effects will remain. There will still be a need to touch skin frequently. Too long without and the discomfort will get quite high, if not unbearable.”
“Good,” Rose said. At his odd expression she clarified herself. “No, I didn’t mean… I just, I like being affectionate with you.”
“I like it, too,” he said with a soft smile. “And what we talked about before…” He looked away a minute and then back at her and his blue eyes were piercing as they caught hers. “About pressure and relieving it…when you’re ready, this batch of serum is much, much stronger. Should be…doable.”
Rose flushed again but didn’t drop her gaze from his eyes. “That’s good to know. You sure it won’t be…too much? I don’t want to push you over the edge.”
“I’m sure,” the Doctor said vehemently. “I tested it to make sure.” She smiled oddly at him.
“And when did you do that? I didn’t see you run any tests,” she asked.
“When you stepped out to the loo. Needed a bit of privacy to run it, but it worked,” he said. Though she pressed he refused to elaborate what exactly he had done to test it. She was very curious because she’d only been gone for a couple of minutes and she didn’t think that would have been long enough for him to have...well, procured…a sample of anything he might need to test the serum against.
“Anyway,” he continued after she was done uselessly running herself up against the brick wall of his refusal, “it’ll be done in the morning, like I said. And then it’ll need to be in our systems for at least twelve hours. So by tomorrow night…if you still are amenable to what we discussed before, should the need…ah, arise--.”
Rose couldn’t help herself. She started to laugh. The Doctor looked vaguely offended. “No, no, no,” she said reassuringly. “I’m not laughing at you, Doctor.” She shook her head. “I’m laughing at us. And euphemisms.”
A twitching grin spread across the Doctor’s face. “You think we should be able to talk about getting each other off in more precise terms, do you then, Rose?” he asked her directly. “Because I can be very…very…precise.”
Rose’s tongue went creeping off to the side as she grinned back at him. “Oh, I’ve no doubt of that,” she said. “No doubt at all. However, you’re exacting precision is going to have to wait just a bit longer. I was coming down from being out of control randy and feeling a bit bad about teasing you the way I did when I made that offer but now that my brain’s in straight again, we should really wait.”
“Should we?” the Doctor asked reaching out and grabbing her hand. He rubbed his thumb back and forth along the webbing. “Because tomorrow night seems a long enough time to wait to me.”
“Dangerous game to start so soon, isn’t it, Doctor?” Rose challenged.
“Who’s playing?” he growled.
She sighed. “Rushing is a bad idea. We agreed.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be rushing, Rose. I’d be quite slow and deliberate,” he told her. “Time Lord, me. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to take my time.”
“You know the other you never had such a filthy mind,” she said trying desperately not to smile.
“Your mind is the one interpreting what you think it is I’m implying,” he told her. “So really, Rose, which one of us has the dirty mind?”
“I’m still going with you, Doctor.”
“I believe that’s you, Rose Tyler, rolling right around in the gutter underneath me,” he said lasciviously.
“So you don’t think I’d be the one on top, then?” she queried.
“Who’s rushing now?” he said pulling her closer to him, his hands settling on her hips.
“Damn,” muttered Rose. “Flirting with you is a hard habit to stop.”
“So don’t stop. Follow through. Tomorrow night.”
“Doctor,” she sighed. She shook her head at him. “Thing is, I think you’re amazingly sexy, Doctor, and as much as I might want to give into this…and to that, you already hurt me once tonight and I just don’t… I’m not sure enough of you to give you that and I shouldn’t have offered. It’s just when I kiss you I want you. I’m sorry. I don’t want to tease you or lead you on. I do have every intention of carrying through in the future, but for now I think it’s best if we confine it to kisses and no touching below the waist.”
That was all he needed to hear to slide his hands right up onto her breasts. “Doctor!”
“I don’t believe I’m touching below the waist, Rose.” He grinned wickedly at her.
She moaned as his fingers circled her nipples through the silky fabric of her nightgown. “I feel like I have a split personality,” she muttered at him. “I want you but I…oh, that’s nice.” Her eyes fluttered shut.
He snickered, but kindly and his hand continued into a caress of the outer edges of her breasts, his thumbs moving to brush the peaks. “Tell you what, Rose. Give me the day tomorrow to change your mind and if you haven’t done by nightfall, then I’ll give it a rest, okay?” His voice had gone low and seductive.
“Um…’kay,” she managed. “Though, I don’t think it’s fair of you to ask me when you’re doing that.” Then she yawned embarrassingly loudly.
The Doctor laughed at her and dropped his hands. Standing up he turned her around and pushed gently on her shoulders. “I’m taking you to bed, Rose.”
“Doctor.”
“To sleep. Come on.”
She let him guide her back to her bedroom and gratefully she slid into her bed. He tucked himself in with her, right up against her body, pulling her back into his chest and wrapping his strong arm about her waist. His other arm he slipped underneath her pillow.
“Am I going to wake up again with your hand up my top?” she asked him sleepily.
“I’ll be on my best behavior, Rose,” he said.
“Well, maybe not you’re very best…” she trailed off. Her even breathing told him she’d fallen asleep.
“Rose?” His soft question sought confirmation but she did not answer. He settled himself more snugly against her bum. He knew he’d not sleep but he didn’t care. Holding Rose all night was worth having an unoccupied mind. He didn’t, however, want an unoccupied hand so he raised it and let it rest on her breast above the gown. Rose sighed softly and shifted but did not wake.
Rose woke slowly the next morning to the sensation of the Doctor’s hand gently caressing her left breast. His fingers were barely moving but they were still moving enough and he had worked his way down the top of her gown. Well, it wasn’t quite the same thing as up her top now was it? She kept her body relaxed and gave him no indication she was aware of what he was doing. She just enjoyed the feather soft touches as his fingers grazed her skin.
Her dreams last night had been highly sexual and she had a feeling that the Doctor just might have been touching her breasts all night long. She could feel him lightly rocking his hips against her backside, too, fully erect against her, which explained that particular element of her dreams as well. She really ought to let him know she was awake but then he’d have to stop doing the lovely things he was doing.
She knew it was better for him to stop. He likely hadn’t left her to take the serum and he’d said it needed several hours to be effective and if he kept at this he’d be winding himself up so much that things might get out of hand. The lighter dose he’d taken wasn’t as effective as the new one would be.
All she really wanted to do was shove back against him and…well, no, all she really wanted to do was turn over, cup him, divest them both of their undergarments and guide him inside her, but she couldn’t do that, not yet.
An unexpected tweak of her nipple made her moan out loud. His name, too, so she couldn’t just pretend she was still sleeping. “Doctor, do we need to have a talk about boundaries?” she managed breathlessly.
“Well, we could, but since I know you’ve been awake for the past ten minutes I don’t think it would be quite as effective as you might mean it to be,” he said matter-of-factly.
“How do you know I--?” Rose cut herself off.
“Well, that comment certainly would have given it away if the change of your respiration when you woke up hadn’t done already,” he said.
Rose cleared her throat. “Do you think you can stop doing that?” she asked him.
“Stop doing what?” he answered innocently.
If she’d been facing him she would have glared at him. “Doctor.”
“This?” He squeezed her breast lightly then rolled the nipple firmly between his thumb and index finger and she gasped. “Or this?” He bumped his pelvis against her more firmly.
She plucked his hand off her chest and flung it backwards then scrambled away from him and turned over to glare at him. She mustered up an imitation of annoyance. “Not rushing? Best friendship first? Do you even listen to me at all when I speak, Doctor?”
“You didn’t seem to mind too terribly much,” he said.
“That’s not the point!”
“You said I had today to convince you, Rose,” he reminded her.
“Well, you could have waited to start until I was awake,” she pointed out.
“You’re awake now,” he said edging closer to her. She fought hard to keep from smiling at his determination.
“We need to go take that serum you made,” she said firmly. “And get dressed and eat something and then…” she trailed off.
“And then?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully.
“Then you…and I…can go shelve all those books you tore off the bookcases in the library last night.” He looked disappointed and like he was about to start sulking.
She reached out and ran her hand over his pectoral muscle because she just couldn’t resist the bit of exposed flesh. She shouldn’t have done that because now her mouth wanted to follow her hand. She moistened her lips then raised her eyes to his. Her hand trailed downwards and she had to use an extreme force of will not to slide past his ribcage, over his stomach and down past the elastic of his boxer briefs.
“Maybe after that…?” the Doctor asked.
“Maybe after that, what?” she mumbled. Her hand was almost to the band now.
“Maybe after that we could do some exploring?” he clarified. His eyes drifting down her body did not leave where he planned to explore to the imagination.
She bit her lip. All she’d have to do is drop her hand another few inches and run it gently across him and she’d have that magnificent shaft that had been pressing into her all night wrapped in her fingers. Her mind flashed on what he’d told her about the mating, how out of control he’d get if they did it now, if she even touched him before the stronger serum was ingested. He’d said he’d patch her up in the infirmary. He’d said he’d give her analgesics. How rough would it be and would it be worth it to just give in right now and let him have her?
No, she could wait. She had to wait. But maybe she’d let the Doctor talk her into relieving pressure tonight after all. Because her own was building awfully high. She groaned and pulled back from him. “Serum now, Doctor. And then we need to look around for my good intentions because I think I’ve completely lost them.”
Author: ThroughAnAmberFocus
Character/Pairing: Alt!Nine/Rose
Rating: R (Adult)
Summary: Start with one happy, well-adjusted Rose Tyler living her life in the parallel world at age twenty-nine. Add one top of the line TARDIS with an attitude and a relationship problem with one angry, annoyed, crotchety old alternate Doctor who shouldn’t exist but does. Shake well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, I just like to play with the characters and I will put them back gently when I'm done.
Beta: JeopardyFriendly
Warning: Adult content due to discussions of adult themes regarding sexuality and very mild swearing. Smut begins.
Author's Notes: Rose has a bit of a split personality in this chapter as she continues to try to figure out what she wants. The Doctor knows exactly what he wants.
Previous chapters: http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=18731
“There,” said the Doctor, leaning away from the microscope and stretching tight muscles, his long form leaning back against the chair as his arms rose into the air.
Rose watched through heavily lidded eyes. She was tired but not so tired she couldn’t enjoy the lovely way he looked as his body moved. “There?” she repeated a little dumbly.
“The serum should be ready by morning and this,” the Doctor moved to a little machine to the side and pressed a couple of buttons, “should help you a great deal.” The machine beeped and then a small compartment slid open. He scooped several small pink tablets out of the machine and into a vial. He put a cork stopper in the little glass bottle and threaded a leather thong through its handle.
“Here you go. Take this with you whenever we leave the TARDIS. If we’re outside the medicated atmosphere for more than twenty-four hours you take one. It’ll act in the same manner as the pink fog, as a hormonal suppressant. The effects of the tablets should last about forty-eight hours,” he told her.
Rose clasped the vial in her fingers and stared at it. “How much of a suppressant is it going to be?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
Rose blushed but met his eyes. “Will I still want to kiss you? To touch you?”
“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “The underlying want isn’t going to go away, Rose, but it’ll be more of a...muted desire. A slow burn and not an intense fire. And the side effects will remain. There will still be a need to touch skin frequently. Too long without and the discomfort will get quite high, if not unbearable.”
“Good,” Rose said. At his odd expression she clarified herself. “No, I didn’t mean… I just, I like being affectionate with you.”
“I like it, too,” he said with a soft smile. “And what we talked about before…” He looked away a minute and then back at her and his blue eyes were piercing as they caught hers. “About pressure and relieving it…when you’re ready, this batch of serum is much, much stronger. Should be…doable.”
Rose flushed again but didn’t drop her gaze from his eyes. “That’s good to know. You sure it won’t be…too much? I don’t want to push you over the edge.”
“I’m sure,” the Doctor said vehemently. “I tested it to make sure.” She smiled oddly at him.
“And when did you do that? I didn’t see you run any tests,” she asked.
“When you stepped out to the loo. Needed a bit of privacy to run it, but it worked,” he said. Though she pressed he refused to elaborate what exactly he had done to test it. She was very curious because she’d only been gone for a couple of minutes and she didn’t think that would have been long enough for him to have...well, procured…a sample of anything he might need to test the serum against.
“Anyway,” he continued after she was done uselessly running herself up against the brick wall of his refusal, “it’ll be done in the morning, like I said. And then it’ll need to be in our systems for at least twelve hours. So by tomorrow night…if you still are amenable to what we discussed before, should the need…ah, arise--.”
Rose couldn’t help herself. She started to laugh. The Doctor looked vaguely offended. “No, no, no,” she said reassuringly. “I’m not laughing at you, Doctor.” She shook her head. “I’m laughing at us. And euphemisms.”
A twitching grin spread across the Doctor’s face. “You think we should be able to talk about getting each other off in more precise terms, do you then, Rose?” he asked her directly. “Because I can be very…very…precise.”
Rose’s tongue went creeping off to the side as she grinned back at him. “Oh, I’ve no doubt of that,” she said. “No doubt at all. However, you’re exacting precision is going to have to wait just a bit longer. I was coming down from being out of control randy and feeling a bit bad about teasing you the way I did when I made that offer but now that my brain’s in straight again, we should really wait.”
“Should we?” the Doctor asked reaching out and grabbing her hand. He rubbed his thumb back and forth along the webbing. “Because tomorrow night seems a long enough time to wait to me.”
“Dangerous game to start so soon, isn’t it, Doctor?” Rose challenged.
“Who’s playing?” he growled.
She sighed. “Rushing is a bad idea. We agreed.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be rushing, Rose. I’d be quite slow and deliberate,” he told her. “Time Lord, me. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to take my time.”
“You know the other you never had such a filthy mind,” she said trying desperately not to smile.
“Your mind is the one interpreting what you think it is I’m implying,” he told her. “So really, Rose, which one of us has the dirty mind?”
“I’m still going with you, Doctor.”
“I believe that’s you, Rose Tyler, rolling right around in the gutter underneath me,” he said lasciviously.
“So you don’t think I’d be the one on top, then?” she queried.
“Who’s rushing now?” he said pulling her closer to him, his hands settling on her hips.
“Damn,” muttered Rose. “Flirting with you is a hard habit to stop.”
“So don’t stop. Follow through. Tomorrow night.”
“Doctor,” she sighed. She shook her head at him. “Thing is, I think you’re amazingly sexy, Doctor, and as much as I might want to give into this…and to that, you already hurt me once tonight and I just don’t… I’m not sure enough of you to give you that and I shouldn’t have offered. It’s just when I kiss you I want you. I’m sorry. I don’t want to tease you or lead you on. I do have every intention of carrying through in the future, but for now I think it’s best if we confine it to kisses and no touching below the waist.”
That was all he needed to hear to slide his hands right up onto her breasts. “Doctor!”
“I don’t believe I’m touching below the waist, Rose.” He grinned wickedly at her.
She moaned as his fingers circled her nipples through the silky fabric of her nightgown. “I feel like I have a split personality,” she muttered at him. “I want you but I…oh, that’s nice.” Her eyes fluttered shut.
He snickered, but kindly and his hand continued into a caress of the outer edges of her breasts, his thumbs moving to brush the peaks. “Tell you what, Rose. Give me the day tomorrow to change your mind and if you haven’t done by nightfall, then I’ll give it a rest, okay?” His voice had gone low and seductive.
“Um…’kay,” she managed. “Though, I don’t think it’s fair of you to ask me when you’re doing that.” Then she yawned embarrassingly loudly.
The Doctor laughed at her and dropped his hands. Standing up he turned her around and pushed gently on her shoulders. “I’m taking you to bed, Rose.”
“Doctor.”
“To sleep. Come on.”
She let him guide her back to her bedroom and gratefully she slid into her bed. He tucked himself in with her, right up against her body, pulling her back into his chest and wrapping his strong arm about her waist. His other arm he slipped underneath her pillow.
“Am I going to wake up again with your hand up my top?” she asked him sleepily.
“I’ll be on my best behavior, Rose,” he said.
“Well, maybe not you’re very best…” she trailed off. Her even breathing told him she’d fallen asleep.
“Rose?” His soft question sought confirmation but she did not answer. He settled himself more snugly against her bum. He knew he’d not sleep but he didn’t care. Holding Rose all night was worth having an unoccupied mind. He didn’t, however, want an unoccupied hand so he raised it and let it rest on her breast above the gown. Rose sighed softly and shifted but did not wake.
Rose woke slowly the next morning to the sensation of the Doctor’s hand gently caressing her left breast. His fingers were barely moving but they were still moving enough and he had worked his way down the top of her gown. Well, it wasn’t quite the same thing as up her top now was it? She kept her body relaxed and gave him no indication she was aware of what he was doing. She just enjoyed the feather soft touches as his fingers grazed her skin.
Her dreams last night had been highly sexual and she had a feeling that the Doctor just might have been touching her breasts all night long. She could feel him lightly rocking his hips against her backside, too, fully erect against her, which explained that particular element of her dreams as well. She really ought to let him know she was awake but then he’d have to stop doing the lovely things he was doing.
She knew it was better for him to stop. He likely hadn’t left her to take the serum and he’d said it needed several hours to be effective and if he kept at this he’d be winding himself up so much that things might get out of hand. The lighter dose he’d taken wasn’t as effective as the new one would be.
All she really wanted to do was shove back against him and…well, no, all she really wanted to do was turn over, cup him, divest them both of their undergarments and guide him inside her, but she couldn’t do that, not yet.
An unexpected tweak of her nipple made her moan out loud. His name, too, so she couldn’t just pretend she was still sleeping. “Doctor, do we need to have a talk about boundaries?” she managed breathlessly.
“Well, we could, but since I know you’ve been awake for the past ten minutes I don’t think it would be quite as effective as you might mean it to be,” he said matter-of-factly.
“How do you know I--?” Rose cut herself off.
“Well, that comment certainly would have given it away if the change of your respiration when you woke up hadn’t done already,” he said.
Rose cleared her throat. “Do you think you can stop doing that?” she asked him.
“Stop doing what?” he answered innocently.
If she’d been facing him she would have glared at him. “Doctor.”
“This?” He squeezed her breast lightly then rolled the nipple firmly between his thumb and index finger and she gasped. “Or this?” He bumped his pelvis against her more firmly.
She plucked his hand off her chest and flung it backwards then scrambled away from him and turned over to glare at him. She mustered up an imitation of annoyance. “Not rushing? Best friendship first? Do you even listen to me at all when I speak, Doctor?”
“You didn’t seem to mind too terribly much,” he said.
“That’s not the point!”
“You said I had today to convince you, Rose,” he reminded her.
“Well, you could have waited to start until I was awake,” she pointed out.
“You’re awake now,” he said edging closer to her. She fought hard to keep from smiling at his determination.
“We need to go take that serum you made,” she said firmly. “And get dressed and eat something and then…” she trailed off.
“And then?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully.
“Then you…and I…can go shelve all those books you tore off the bookcases in the library last night.” He looked disappointed and like he was about to start sulking.
She reached out and ran her hand over his pectoral muscle because she just couldn’t resist the bit of exposed flesh. She shouldn’t have done that because now her mouth wanted to follow her hand. She moistened her lips then raised her eyes to his. Her hand trailed downwards and she had to use an extreme force of will not to slide past his ribcage, over his stomach and down past the elastic of his boxer briefs.
“Maybe after that…?” the Doctor asked.
“Maybe after that, what?” she mumbled. Her hand was almost to the band now.
“Maybe after that we could do some exploring?” he clarified. His eyes drifting down her body did not leave where he planned to explore to the imagination.
She bit her lip. All she’d have to do is drop her hand another few inches and run it gently across him and she’d have that magnificent shaft that had been pressing into her all night wrapped in her fingers. Her mind flashed on what he’d told her about the mating, how out of control he’d get if they did it now, if she even touched him before the stronger serum was ingested. He’d said he’d patch her up in the infirmary. He’d said he’d give her analgesics. How rough would it be and would it be worth it to just give in right now and let him have her?
No, she could wait. She had to wait. But maybe she’d let the Doctor talk her into relieving pressure tonight after all. Because her own was building awfully high. She groaned and pulled back from him. “Serum now, Doctor. And then we need to look around for my good intentions because I think I’ve completely lost them.”