You Are My Home (17/?)
Title: You Are My Home (17/?)
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance
Rating: R for this chapter, otherwise pg
Author's Note: So the lj app on my phone did something weird to this post but it should be fixed now. This chapter took me ages to write but I hope it was worth it and now I'll be back to updating regularly again.
The feast goes by in something of a blur. He spends much of it discussing the telescope he had helped Robert's father build years ago with the younger man. He seems to be as bright as his father and were it any other night he would be happy to discuss such things for hours but he has surreptitiously placed a hand on Rose's knee under the table at some point and the fact that she hasn't pushed his hand away is terribly distracting. Still he manages what he thinks was a rather valiant effort on focusing on his conversation. Robert only catches him staring at Rose or missing a question once or twice and just smiles indulgently. This was a good choice for their elopement. Given the way that Rose and Isobel seem to be conversing quite cheerfully he supposes this means they will likely have to come back to Edinbourgh to visit the couple in the near future. It is a strange thought to him, having to plan to visit various friends simply for social calls not because you both happen to be in the same location or one of you is in a spot of trouble. He supposes it is only fair that he shall have to make such adjustments when he's managed in less than a week to completely spin her world around.
Robert and Isobel make their excuses after the feast ends with knowing smiles and leave the newlyweds to their own devises. As the Doctor leads Rose upstairs to their quarters he wants nothing more than to push her up against the wall and kiss her but resists the urge upon noticing the approaching maid. He is half tempted to tell the girl that his wife won't need her assistance tonight. He is perfectly capable of getting her out of that lovely dress himself after all. He settles for drawing Rose's hand to his lips before retreating into the adjacent room. It does not take him long to strip down and then put on his sleeping clothes and a dressing gown (it has been years since he has needed the assistance of a valet, it was far better for him to be able to look after himself entirely while travelling). He paces about the room for a few minutes until he hears the maid heading back down the stairs. He crosses quickly to her doorway and knocks before he enters but does not bother to wait for a reply.
Rose is sitting at the vanity in a simple white nightgown. She sets down her comb as she smiles at him through the mirror.
He has no idea what he has done to deserve a woman like her. He holds out his hand and she stands up to take it.
"We're married," she remarks, sounding as in awe as he is.
"Yes," he responds simply.
"You're my husband," she continues as she smiles up at him.
"Yes," he replies again. "That alright?" He hopes his concern is not as obvious as he thinks it must be.
"Yes," she says just as simply. He cannot help grinning as he tugs her close and kisses her soundly.
He runs one hand through her hair and fists her nightgown at her hip with the other. He does not know how much time passes but he's breathing hard and his wife is all but gasping for breath when their lips finally part.
"Rose..." he takes a deep breath as he beckons her to sit beside him on the bed. She complies and he cannot help grinning as he takes in her slightly disheveled appearance. "The sort of life I lead, which we shall lead, isn't exactly going to lend itself to raising a child. I'm not saying we couldn't perhaps one day if we chose to do so but right now... We wouldn't be able to travel as planned should that happen. Is that alright?" He is terrified suddenly because he hadn't even considered it really that children might be something she would want. She was not interested in a conventional marriage but still it seemed to him that the majority of women did seem to want children once they did marry.
"If I wanted a fancy home and children I would still be in London, Doctor," she responds simply.
He cannot help grinning at her. "Fantastic." He leans in swiftly to kiss her for just a moment. "We will simply have to take... precautions then." Rose nods in response and draws him back to her for another kiss. He thinks she was blushing but it is possible it was simply the glow from the candlelight.
He could easily spend the rest of the night simply marveling at how very lucky he is to have this precious girl but doesn't have the words and after all there are even better ways for them to spend their wedding night. The Doctor rises for a moment to discard his dressing gown. He sits beside her again and kisses her, leaning into it gradually until he's pushed her back into the bedclothes, resting his weight on his arms so as not to crush her.
He loses himself in the feeling of their kiss, glad that his precious girl is proving responsive. He doesn't want her to feel as though this is just her duty to her husband. She shivers and murmurs her approval as he runs his hand down her side and over the curve of her hip. He can't help grinning into the kiss and is determined to hear that sound as often as possible. He has of course seen her in what might well have been considered a more scandalous state of undress on the train but now that he is allowed to truly look and touch (though he supposes many would still frown upon this given that they do not intend to have children any time soon) it is far more thrilling. He continues to kiss and caress her as he mentally takes note of what seems to please her most. He murmurs his own approval in a low gravelly tone when she shifts beneath him and slides her own hands across his back and sides and then down and up his arms.
The few layers of their clothing disappear slowly and he's hardly aware of it happening except when he sees the blue garter holding up the stockings she is still wearing and startles her by kissing down her leg in its wake. He remembers then the lambskin condom in the pocket of his dressing gown and with a final kiss to her ankle rises to retrieve it.
"Doctor?" she questions sounding breathless and just a touch confused.
"...Precautions," he answers with a sympathetic smile, glad he had managed to remember when he did or he doubts he would have been able to extract himself from her warm embrace.
"During our vows," Rose begins as he sits on the edge of the bed with his back to her as he slips it on. "Why did Mr. MacLeish seem so amused while Father Campbell seemed rather displeased with you during the line-"
"About you having to obey me?" the Doctor finishes for her as he lays back down beside her. He can safely say this was not something he expected her to bring up just now but he smiles as he leans over to kiss her shoulder and runs his fingers up and down her arm. "I told Father Campbell to leave that rubbish out. You're my wife not my servant. If I ever expect you to do as tell you it shall be because I happen to know better not simply because I am your husband."
"I will keep that in mind then and be certain to remind you should you forget," she teases, catching her tongue between her teeth as she grins at him. He leans in again to kiss her, finding himself completely unable to resist doing so when she looks at him like that. He shifts closer as she reaches up to cup his cheek and their kissing grows more insistent. "I don't know what I could have done to deserve you," she whispers against his lips. He thinks for a moment he must have misheard her. Surely his golden goddess cannot think so lowly of herself or perhaps so highly of him, even if he had been trying so desperately to impress her.
"Oh Rose," he all but groans as he shifts over on top of her again and kiss her properly, hoping to convey the depths of his gratitude and affection (he refuses to refer to it is as love even in his own mind just yet though he knows that is already what has stirred him and will only continue to grow now). She leans up to meet him and match his kiss. She is trembling as her hand slips around his neck and he shifts his weight to one side so he can run one hand over her chest. He isn't sure if she is trembling from nerves or the cool air but the concern is forgotten as he finds a particularly sensitive spot that has her arching into his touch and gasping his name.
He doesn't know if he's going to be able to keep up this slow of a pace if she keeps reacting like this. He tries for her sake though. This isn't his first time but he's certainly not as well versed in the world of physical pleasures as their friend the Captain. He kisses her with desperation as though he needs this as much as the air they breathe. He thinks that maybe he does and the way she clings to him suggests she might feel the same.
She tenses a bit when he gently nudges her legs apart to settle himself between them and he manages to still his movements until she relaxes. He doesn't know how to convey the way his beautiful new wife makes him feel and vows to himself to make sure she knows even if words of affection are something he's always shied away from. He pulls back and meets her gaze. She must sense the question in his eyes because she takes a deep breath and then nods slightly.
He wavers between fear at the thought of causing her pain and the desperate need to be complete. He presses himself into her and stills abruptly as she bites back a whimper. Keeping still is a challenge but he does so as he whispers soothingly in her ear. He has no idea what he's saying really as he tries to comfort her but it works after what feels like an eternity but was surely no more than minutes.
"Alright?" he manages, forcing himself to focus on his words rather than the feel of her around him. She presses a kiss to his shoulder and nods. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and then starts to move above her slowly.
He tells her she is beautiful, fantastic, offers other praise that will never do her justice in between gasps of breath and low groans. He is relieved when the sounds she bites back have turned to quiet moans of pleasure. He increases his pace as he presses kisses across her shoulder and up the slender column of her throat. He thinks he could easily spend the rest of his life caught up in her like this and would happily devote himself to exploring every inch of her the way he has spent his life learning the world. She is his world now after all though the sentiment is a bit too cliché for his taste.
He covers her mouth with his own, muffling a groan as he spends himself within her. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he shifts off of her. He rolls to the side, taking a moment to dispose of the condom before he stretches on his back and gently pulls her to him. She settles in against his side and once he has tugged the covers over them rests her head on his chest. He absently runs a hand through her hair and kisses her forehead. Her contented smile us the last thing he sees before he drifts off to sleep. He could easily become accustomed to falling asleep to that beautiful sight.