Fic: The Great Equalizer (1/4, Nine/Rose, ADULT)
Title: The Great Equalizer
Author: zazie11
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: ADULT
Word Count: 1,866 w.
Beta: Huge thank you to bratflorida and kilodalton for their amazing advice - for looking it over and helping me make it better. Any and all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I've got nothin.' Zilch. Nada. Bupkis. You can have bupkis if you want, but please leave me zilch.
A/N: This story originally started as a string of drabbles, or drabblegasms as I called them, for the amusement of the lovely, randy folks over at bad_wolf_rising . scifiangel had posted a poster there that ultimately served to become my prompt. My intention was to write just a few drabbles, but it evolved (as it so often does) into a much longer fic. I've added to the original content for Part 1, but if you want to see the original drabbles I posted, click here.
Excerpt: "Rose decided that she was going to claim the Doctor, here and now - in the wardrobe of the TARDIS, if that’s how it had to be. This was going to take guts. Luckily, Rose came from a long line of people who had guts to spare. It was time to Tyler Up."
“Uhhhnn ….” Rose exhaled slowly, closing her eyes as she dipped her chin to her chest.
She could not believe this was happening.
“Rose, how many times have I told you to not go poking around where you don’t belong?”
“Yes, Doctor, I get it now. I real-LY! do.” Rose squeaked halfway through her reply, as the vibrations pulsing over her clit escalated for a just a beat before dropping back down to their previous level.
The device apparently had a mind of its own.
Oh, god. She was going to have an orgasm. She was going to have an orgasm in front of the Doctor.
Fan-tastic.
“Exactly how did this happen, Rose? Last I checked, you were wearing completely normal pants.”
“In the business of checkin’ my pants now, Doctor?” Rose inquired, raising an eyebrow. “I was in the TARDIS wardrobe, when I f-f-found this box,” Rose gritted her teeth and tried to regulate her voice as the device tweaked her again. “I opened it, and the thing just came to life. Before I knew it, it had clamped itself to my ohhhhhhhh -”
“I should, ah, probably …” The Doctor pointed toward the door.
“Wait, Doctor.” Rose closed her eyes, as if summoning her courage. “Stay.”
“Stay?”
The blood that had rushed to the Doctor’s cheeks and ears suddenly began to reroute itself, heading south for greener pastures. He knew that he should walk out the door right now, before this went any further. Yet, as he willed his feet to move, they carried him to stand in front of Rose.
“Oh, Rose,” he lamented under his breath. The Doctor gripped her shoulders; he wasn’t sure whether it was to steady Rose or his own shaking hands.
“S’okay, Doctor, just tell me how to take this thing off - Ahhhh - quickly, please.”
“Yeah, about that. It doesn’t come off.” The last bit was barely a mumble.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“I said, IT DOESN’T COME OFF.” He repeated himself, a little louder than necessary, as he fixated on a very fascinating piece of lint clinging to Rose’s upper sleeve.
“What do you mean, ‘It doesn’t come off?’ Help me!” Rose huffed, her breathing starting to become a bit labored and her cheeks flushed.
The whirringwhizzingpulsingthrobbing device had clamped itself firmly to Rose’s crotch. The domed head pulsated directly over her center as its talon-like appendages wrapped around her thighs, seemingly to keep the mechanism in place. Its grip held tight as Rose struggled to pry the clasping fingers away, to no avail.
“Rose, this is an Erogemax5000: designed for absolute pleasure, guaranteed,” emphasis placed on that last word.
“Meaning?” Rose squirmed and bit her lip to stifle a groan.
“Meaning it guarantees that the user will be -” The Doctor struggled to find the right word, “-satisfied. Doesn’t stop until you are, in fact. It has a biometric reader embedded in the head that picks up everything - heart rate, pheromone levels. Once it locks on to a user, it won’t release until you’ve achieved … “maximum levels.”
Rose sighed and looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
“So what you’re saying is, I have to get off to get this off?” Rose mused wryly, her expression unreadable to the Doctor.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Alright, then. Come here, Doctor.”
Rose pulled the Doctor toward her by his leather lapels, until he was standing mere inches from her face. The proximity forced him to stand between her legs, which she had parted to make space for him. As the outside of the Doctor’s knee made contact with Rose’s inner thigh, he could feel her trembling.
He wasn’t sure whether it was the quiet rumble of the device that was making her physically vibrate, or just her body’s reaction to it. Either way, the contact was electric - a jolt that passed from her thigh to his knee, and traveled directly up to his groin. The muscles in the Doctor’s jaw tensed as he felt himself begin to get hard.
Oh, Rassilon, what have I done to Rose? the Doctor thought beseechingly, both blaming himself for Rose finding the device in the first place and berating himself for physically reacting to her predicament. No matter how many times he had thought they might - Well, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Rose pressed her cheek to his as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. His brain was telling him to runrunrunrunrun. The Doctor swallowed and held his breath.
As Rose shifted to whisper in the Doctor’s ear, she slowly dragged the tip of her nose along his cheekbone. The caress was so light that it almost seemed unintentional. Almost. Her nose kept sliding along his skin until she stopped to graze the shell of his ear, finally nestling it in his closely cropped hair. She could hear the Doctor’s breath hitch.
“Doctor.” Rose exhaled his name like it was spent oxygen. “If I have to see this through, then,” she paused. “Then I want you to stay with me.”
“Rose, I don’t -” the Doctor whispered, barely audible. Oh, but I do.
“I’ve had a moment to - ahh - think about this. We both know it’s happening, and we can’t undo it.” Rose let a small pant escape her lips before she continued. “I think - I think the only way for me to come out of this without being completely humiliated is to -”
“To what, Rose?” He interrupted, leaning into Rose so that her lips brushed his earlobe. Her mouth lingered there for just a moment, and he felt the tip of her tongue as she wet her lips to continue. The touch was excruciating.
Rose’s grip on the Doctor’s lapels tightened, and again, he felt her tremble.
“-To see this through … together.” She moaned quietly and turned to rest her forehead on his cheek. The Doctor ached to see her eyes - to read her expression - but he stayed perfectly still and waited for Rose to continue.
“We do everything else together, yeah? S’like we’re partners - equals. I need for us to do this together too. Otherwise, I don’t think I’m ever gonna feel like I can …”
As she broke off from her train of thought, the Doctor felt Rose shift her hips very gently. He could tell she was trying to fight the urge to fully let go, but that she was beginning to lose the battle. That thought spurred on the Doctor’s own desire to rock his hips into the soft curve of her. RoseRoseRoseRose …
She began again. “I know you’re 900 years old and that’s still a pretty big age gap, but Doctor - I’m not a kid. Stop.” She held the Doctor’s shoulders in place as she felt him ready to protest. “I’m not. I know my own mind - even with circumstances bein’ … w-what they are.” She chuckled lightly in his ear right before he felt her breath catch. He was amazed that she could keep her sense of humor at a time like this.
What was she proposing, exactly? This was going to need some clarification.
“Rose, what are you suggesting?” The Doctor fisted his hands to prevent giving in to a sudden urge to touch her everywhere.
Yes, Rose, what? She asked herself the same question.
Just as the vibrations were gathering heat between her legs, Rose felt a jumble of emotions churning within her - nervousness, embarrassment, and lust commingled to set her pulse racing and to make her womb throb with need.
Rose realized that the one emotion she wasn’t feeling - not in the slightest - was fear. She trusted the Doctor completely. She knew he would never intentionally humiliate her. With that acknowledgement, Rose allowed herself to admit that she wanted this with him. Well, not exactly this - this was bloody ridiculous - but yes, she wanted him so very much. Likewise, she knew - knew it in her bones - that he wanted her right back. This was Them, which meant that it had to be right.
With that, Rose remembered herself. She was the girl who swung from a chain to rescue her Doctor, before he was even hers to claim. Rose decided that she was going to claim the Doctor, here and now - in the wardrobe of the TARDIS, if that’s how it had to be. This was going to take guts. Luckily, Rose came from a long line of people who had guts to spare.
It was time to Tyler Up.
So yes, What am I suggesting?
“I’m suggesting … that we do this together. If this thing is going to make me come-” She drew in air as she pulled back to look at him square in the eyes. “I want you to come with me, Doctor.”
He had never seen an expression on Rose’s face like this before. While they had kept their heads pressed together, the Doctor had underestimated the effect the device had been having on her. Rose’s cheeks were flushed and her full lips looked like they needed very badly to be kissed. Her eyes smoldered in way that made him question which one of them was actually The Oncoming Storm. His was absolutely riveted. No, definitely not a kid.
But most definitely his Rose.
Rose always managed to see right through to the heart of things - makes it all seem so obvious, so simple. She was like a pair of spectacles for a daft old man. And nothing threw her - nothing! So much strength in such a fragile little human, he thought.
But could he cross that line with her? The Doctor’s cock twitched as several wicked scenarios swept through his mind at once. None of them involved an anti-chastity belt getting in the way, however. Did she want him to -
“Rose, I couldn’t let you do that.” The Doctor felt his blush travel all the way to the tips of his ears. The sight of it put a bemused look on Rose’s face.
“You wouldn’t be “letting me” do anything, Doctor. I said I want you to come with me.” Rose shifted her position and rolled her neck as she expelled a sigh. “Equals, remember?”
The Doctor slowly came to realize what she wanted.
“Wanna see you to touch yourself, Doctor - wanna watch you make yourself come. Want us to come- ”
“ - together?” He suggested, finishing her sentence for her. Oh yes, the Doctor reflected, he was a man who could finish something Rose started.
“Yep.” Now he was getting it.
“Equals?” he offered, Time Lord “poker-face” revealing nothing.
“Yep.” Rose countered, tilting her face up flash him a cheeky grin.
Rose Tyler, the Great Equalizer. Rose Tyler, his Benevolent Emancipator. He could travel with her to the end of the Universe and back, but this girl would never cease to surprise him - his beautiful, clever girl.
“Fantastic!” The Doctor grinned back as he reached to cup Rose’s face with both hands.
Time Lords were nothing if not innovative, the Doctor mused as he drew his face back to look at Rose.
Right. Time to be impressive.
To Be Continued ...
Go to Part 2
Author: zazie11
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: ADULT
Word Count: 1,866 w.
Beta: Huge thank you to bratflorida and kilodalton for their amazing advice - for looking it over and helping me make it better. Any and all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I've got nothin.' Zilch. Nada. Bupkis. You can have bupkis if you want, but please leave me zilch.
A/N: This story originally started as a string of drabbles, or drabblegasms as I called them, for the amusement of the lovely, randy folks over at bad_wolf_rising . scifiangel had posted a poster there that ultimately served to become my prompt. My intention was to write just a few drabbles, but it evolved (as it so often does) into a much longer fic. I've added to the original content for Part 1, but if you want to see the original drabbles I posted, click here.
Excerpt: "Rose decided that she was going to claim the Doctor, here and now - in the wardrobe of the TARDIS, if that’s how it had to be. This was going to take guts. Luckily, Rose came from a long line of people who had guts to spare. It was time to Tyler Up."
“Uhhhnn ….” Rose exhaled slowly, closing her eyes as she dipped her chin to her chest.
She could not believe this was happening.
“Rose, how many times have I told you to not go poking around where you don’t belong?”
“Yes, Doctor, I get it now. I real-LY! do.” Rose squeaked halfway through her reply, as the vibrations pulsing over her clit escalated for a just a beat before dropping back down to their previous level.
The device apparently had a mind of its own.
Oh, god. She was going to have an orgasm. She was going to have an orgasm in front of the Doctor.
Fan-tastic.
“Exactly how did this happen, Rose? Last I checked, you were wearing completely normal pants.”
“In the business of checkin’ my pants now, Doctor?” Rose inquired, raising an eyebrow. “I was in the TARDIS wardrobe, when I f-f-found this box,” Rose gritted her teeth and tried to regulate her voice as the device tweaked her again. “I opened it, and the thing just came to life. Before I knew it, it had clamped itself to my ohhhhhhhh -”
“I should, ah, probably …” The Doctor pointed toward the door.
“Wait, Doctor.” Rose closed her eyes, as if summoning her courage. “Stay.”
“Stay?”
The blood that had rushed to the Doctor’s cheeks and ears suddenly began to reroute itself, heading south for greener pastures. He knew that he should walk out the door right now, before this went any further. Yet, as he willed his feet to move, they carried him to stand in front of Rose.
“Oh, Rose,” he lamented under his breath. The Doctor gripped her shoulders; he wasn’t sure whether it was to steady Rose or his own shaking hands.
“S’okay, Doctor, just tell me how to take this thing off - Ahhhh - quickly, please.”
“Yeah, about that. It doesn’t come off.” The last bit was barely a mumble.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“I said, IT DOESN’T COME OFF.” He repeated himself, a little louder than necessary, as he fixated on a very fascinating piece of lint clinging to Rose’s upper sleeve.
“What do you mean, ‘It doesn’t come off?’ Help me!” Rose huffed, her breathing starting to become a bit labored and her cheeks flushed.
The whirringwhizzingpulsingthrobbing device had clamped itself firmly to Rose’s crotch. The domed head pulsated directly over her center as its talon-like appendages wrapped around her thighs, seemingly to keep the mechanism in place. Its grip held tight as Rose struggled to pry the clasping fingers away, to no avail.
“Rose, this is an Erogemax5000: designed for absolute pleasure, guaranteed,” emphasis placed on that last word.
“Meaning?” Rose squirmed and bit her lip to stifle a groan.
“Meaning it guarantees that the user will be -” The Doctor struggled to find the right word, “-satisfied. Doesn’t stop until you are, in fact. It has a biometric reader embedded in the head that picks up everything - heart rate, pheromone levels. Once it locks on to a user, it won’t release until you’ve achieved … “maximum levels.”
Rose sighed and looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
“So what you’re saying is, I have to get off to get this off?” Rose mused wryly, her expression unreadable to the Doctor.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Alright, then. Come here, Doctor.”
Rose pulled the Doctor toward her by his leather lapels, until he was standing mere inches from her face. The proximity forced him to stand between her legs, which she had parted to make space for him. As the outside of the Doctor’s knee made contact with Rose’s inner thigh, he could feel her trembling.
He wasn’t sure whether it was the quiet rumble of the device that was making her physically vibrate, or just her body’s reaction to it. Either way, the contact was electric - a jolt that passed from her thigh to his knee, and traveled directly up to his groin. The muscles in the Doctor’s jaw tensed as he felt himself begin to get hard.
Oh, Rassilon, what have I done to Rose? the Doctor thought beseechingly, both blaming himself for Rose finding the device in the first place and berating himself for physically reacting to her predicament. No matter how many times he had thought they might - Well, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Rose pressed her cheek to his as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. His brain was telling him to runrunrunrunrun. The Doctor swallowed and held his breath.
As Rose shifted to whisper in the Doctor’s ear, she slowly dragged the tip of her nose along his cheekbone. The caress was so light that it almost seemed unintentional. Almost. Her nose kept sliding along his skin until she stopped to graze the shell of his ear, finally nestling it in his closely cropped hair. She could hear the Doctor’s breath hitch.
“Doctor.” Rose exhaled his name like it was spent oxygen. “If I have to see this through, then,” she paused. “Then I want you to stay with me.”
“Rose, I don’t -” the Doctor whispered, barely audible. Oh, but I do.
“I’ve had a moment to - ahh - think about this. We both know it’s happening, and we can’t undo it.” Rose let a small pant escape her lips before she continued. “I think - I think the only way for me to come out of this without being completely humiliated is to -”
“To what, Rose?” He interrupted, leaning into Rose so that her lips brushed his earlobe. Her mouth lingered there for just a moment, and he felt the tip of her tongue as she wet her lips to continue. The touch was excruciating.
Rose’s grip on the Doctor’s lapels tightened, and again, he felt her tremble.
“-To see this through … together.” She moaned quietly and turned to rest her forehead on his cheek. The Doctor ached to see her eyes - to read her expression - but he stayed perfectly still and waited for Rose to continue.
“We do everything else together, yeah? S’like we’re partners - equals. I need for us to do this together too. Otherwise, I don’t think I’m ever gonna feel like I can …”
As she broke off from her train of thought, the Doctor felt Rose shift her hips very gently. He could tell she was trying to fight the urge to fully let go, but that she was beginning to lose the battle. That thought spurred on the Doctor’s own desire to rock his hips into the soft curve of her. RoseRoseRoseRose …
She began again. “I know you’re 900 years old and that’s still a pretty big age gap, but Doctor - I’m not a kid. Stop.” She held the Doctor’s shoulders in place as she felt him ready to protest. “I’m not. I know my own mind - even with circumstances bein’ … w-what they are.” She chuckled lightly in his ear right before he felt her breath catch. He was amazed that she could keep her sense of humor at a time like this.
What was she proposing, exactly? This was going to need some clarification.
“Rose, what are you suggesting?” The Doctor fisted his hands to prevent giving in to a sudden urge to touch her everywhere.
Yes, Rose, what? She asked herself the same question.
Just as the vibrations were gathering heat between her legs, Rose felt a jumble of emotions churning within her - nervousness, embarrassment, and lust commingled to set her pulse racing and to make her womb throb with need.
Rose realized that the one emotion she wasn’t feeling - not in the slightest - was fear. She trusted the Doctor completely. She knew he would never intentionally humiliate her. With that acknowledgement, Rose allowed herself to admit that she wanted this with him. Well, not exactly this - this was bloody ridiculous - but yes, she wanted him so very much. Likewise, she knew - knew it in her bones - that he wanted her right back. This was Them, which meant that it had to be right.
With that, Rose remembered herself. She was the girl who swung from a chain to rescue her Doctor, before he was even hers to claim. Rose decided that she was going to claim the Doctor, here and now - in the wardrobe of the TARDIS, if that’s how it had to be. This was going to take guts. Luckily, Rose came from a long line of people who had guts to spare.
It was time to Tyler Up.
So yes, What am I suggesting?
“I’m suggesting … that we do this together. If this thing is going to make me come-” She drew in air as she pulled back to look at him square in the eyes. “I want you to come with me, Doctor.”
He had never seen an expression on Rose’s face like this before. While they had kept their heads pressed together, the Doctor had underestimated the effect the device had been having on her. Rose’s cheeks were flushed and her full lips looked like they needed very badly to be kissed. Her eyes smoldered in way that made him question which one of them was actually The Oncoming Storm. His was absolutely riveted. No, definitely not a kid.
But most definitely his Rose.
Rose always managed to see right through to the heart of things - makes it all seem so obvious, so simple. She was like a pair of spectacles for a daft old man. And nothing threw her - nothing! So much strength in such a fragile little human, he thought.
But could he cross that line with her? The Doctor’s cock twitched as several wicked scenarios swept through his mind at once. None of them involved an anti-chastity belt getting in the way, however. Did she want him to -
“Rose, I couldn’t let you do that.” The Doctor felt his blush travel all the way to the tips of his ears. The sight of it put a bemused look on Rose’s face.
“You wouldn’t be “letting me” do anything, Doctor. I said I want you to come with me.” Rose shifted her position and rolled her neck as she expelled a sigh. “Equals, remember?”
The Doctor slowly came to realize what she wanted.
“Wanna see you to touch yourself, Doctor - wanna watch you make yourself come. Want us to come- ”
“ - together?” He suggested, finishing her sentence for her. Oh yes, the Doctor reflected, he was a man who could finish something Rose started.
“Yep.” Now he was getting it.
“Equals?” he offered, Time Lord “poker-face” revealing nothing.
“Yep.” Rose countered, tilting her face up flash him a cheeky grin.
Rose Tyler, the Great Equalizer. Rose Tyler, his Benevolent Emancipator. He could travel with her to the end of the Universe and back, but this girl would never cease to surprise him - his beautiful, clever girl.
“Fantastic!” The Doctor grinned back as he reached to cup Rose’s face with both hands.
Time Lords were nothing if not innovative, the Doctor mused as he drew his face back to look at Rose.
Right. Time to be impressive.
To Be Continued ...
Go to Part 2