Having You 1/3
Title: Having You 1/3
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose
Rating: M (especially for later chapters)
Time line: Series 1; after The Long Game
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are after some leisure time after some unpleasant adventures, but it's proving to be too much to handle.
A/N: Written for bratflorida from a photo prompt that she chose awhile ago. It was supposed to be a drabble lol. Photo prompt is from then_theres_us
“So, where to next Doctor? “ asked Rose, her voice betraying the tiredness in her bones. Wanting to seem ready for anything, she added one of her smiles, but even that was a bit dim. She would never tire of traveling, but for the moment she couldn’t help but actually be tired. A very human, only-got-the-one-heart kind of exhaustion. She hoped he wouldn’t notice.
The Doctor looked up from the console screen, his long and nimble fingers about to press down on a lever. Instead of doing so, he straightened up and took a step near to her. Rose felt her smile waver a bit.
“How about you get some rest, eh?” His voice was tender and soft, the smile on his face holding understanding. These moments were rare and she hardly knew what to do with them as she was used to her broody or silly Doctor whose big ears would often redden with anger. She didn’t know what to do with the look he was giving her.
“Nah, I’m ready,” she didn’t want to seem like the human she obviously was. Oh, she didn’t want to be anything else either - but around him, she wanted to be the best because the Doctor said he only took the best. In the end, it was a deep yawn that betrayed her. It made her eyes water and she stamped a foot on the grating in sheer frustration.
The Doctor laughed. It was hearty and coming from deep in his chest. Despite feeling like a stupid ape she couldn’t help but smile at the sound. It rang against the walls around her, echoing the lovely sound back to her. She loved how it made her heart beat and her skin tingle.
“Sure you are. Go get some sleep, I’ll set the coordinates,” he turned to look at the screen, seemingly contemplating their next destination.
Rose took a step closer to him, her hand on the console’s railing. A few inches and she could touch him if she wanted to. And she did want to.
But she didn’t.
“Can I make a request?” her voice sounded husky in her ear and she figured it was because she was a bit groggy. Right.
He looked up at her again, his icy blue eyes making her feel warm underneath her skin. She pressed her teeth down gently on her bottom lip and her heart flipped when she saw that his eyes dropped to look. It was only for a second and then he was back at looking into her eyes.
“And what is this…request of yours?” did his voice sound a bit hoarse as well? She must be imagining things.
Taking a step closer so she was almost between him and the console (almost), she smiled broadly, his face suddenly mirroring hers.
“Some place sunny and warm,” they had been spending so much time in arctic conditions that her skin was begging for the heat of the rays.
His face inched forward so that he was only but one small step away from her lips. He didn’t close the distance, much to her disappointment, but he whispered one thing...
“Your wish is my command. Rose Tyler,” the puffs of breath with each word made strands of her hair that framed her face tickle the side of her neck. She shivered with pleasure.
The words brought a bigger smile to her face and after one long last look at the Doctor, she turned around and headed towards her bedroom for some sleep.
***
The Doctor watched her go until she disappeared past one of the many turns of the corridor. Taking a deep breath, he looked back down to the screen wondering where he could take Rose that would fit her qualifications and had the least minimal chance of being captured, almost-executed, enslaved, poisoned….
It finally occurred to him that he had never taken her to Kalokaipi, a planet known for its warm temperatures, deep purple sea and sandy beaches. Not to mention he’d had a delicious banana milkshake the last time he was there. Oh, Rose was going to love it.
***
After awhile, the Doctor had alerted Rose that she’d want to dress fresh and be ready for the warmth she craved as Kalokaipi was the perfect summer temperature all year round. When he’d told her this, he could hear her squeal of delight on the other side of her bedroom door. It made him smile and chuckle that something so simple could make her unabashedly happy. The heat he felt pool between his hearts was dutifully ignored as he called out that he’d see her in awhile and that she better not make him wait long and walked away toward the console.
He found a copy of Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express in the inside pocket of his jacket and decided to read so as not to notice how long he knew Rose would take to get ready. He could have finished the thing in less than 10 seconds - but literature was meant to be enjoyed, after all. The Doctor guessed that meant he’d have to take longer than the average millisecond to read each page. He allowed himself to be taken by the words on the page and didn’t notice the amount of time it took his companion to actually resurface. The sound of her sandaled feet on the grating alerted him and he quickly shelved the book under the console and, grinning madly, walked over to the door - eager to leave. He was adjusting his jumper and was not looking up when Rose entered the room.
“You’re going to wear your jumper and leather jacket? Seriously?” the incredulity in her voice made him jump to his defenses, but when he looked up to argue with her that he had a very superior biological system compared to humans, he found that the argument died on his tongue.
It was a moment in which he wanted to look at anything except what he actually wanted to look at. What he always wanted to look at, if he bothered to admit it to himself. Oh, but this time…it was quite different. Memories of Dickens, the walking dead and a gorgeous Rose clad in a corset and long skirt engulfed him then. He’d been surprised at the time how beautiful she truly was. Yes, of course he knew that she was young and attractive, but until then he had kept his mind occupied with what to show her - especially after taking her to watch her world burn. The thought of his callousness still burned him with every smile and hug she’d give him. How she could forgive that so easily…especially after further misguided actions with the dead and Dickens…he wasn’t sure.
But this was a different sort of surprise than that. There was just so much….skin. Even the word as it screamed at him sounded a bit filthy in his mind.
Her hair was pinned up in a messy gathering at the back of her head and the tendrils came streaming down almost perfectly against her jaw and neck. It made him notice the lines of her face and body - it’s angles and dips. She had on a bit of gloss on her lips and it distracted him. That bit of shine did things to him that even he couldn’t explain.
The sandaled feet that alerted her entrance were covered in intricate strands of leather that left most of her feet bare. He recognized the pair from the marketplace in Rome (the planet) that they had visited a long while back. His eyes traced up to slim calves and slender legs and thighs. For some reason that he denied knowing, his eyes remained on that particular part of her body. She was wearing denim shorts that hit modestly just above the knee.
None of it, however, affected him as much as the black halter she was wearing. He hardly had reason to admit it, but he was never one to think much of fashion except that this particular article had caught his attention in the sixties for obvious reasons. It simply showed too much skin.
Not that he was currently minding it apparently.
The garment was a deep black and fit snugly against Rose’s stomach and chest - it had ridden up a bit as she walked showing a sliver of said stomach. The image made the Doctor’s pulse quicken and he all of a sudden didn’t know what to do with his hands. He crossed his arms against his chest in protest.
Rose’s bare shoulders, so fair and smooth that they automatically brought thoughts that he should not be having about a companion to his mind. He shook his head and was thankful that his quick evaluation had gone unnoticed due to his quite superior Time Lord skills.
“Doctor, are you seriously wearing that? You said it was warm…,” she trailed off, unknowingly making the Doctor nervous as she knelt down to check if she had something in her bag and giving him an eyeful of her bare back. Her shoulder blades rolled with movement under her skin, the halter’s ties laid between them causing the most stunning of contrasts. His hands clenched, the skin on his knuckles spread thin.
That’s when he realized she had started talking again.
“…it is warm, isn’ it? If I go out there dressed like this and I find out that we’re back in some frozen planet, I’m going to smack you,” the teasing in her voice made his insides heat up.
The Doctor coughed once, loudly, and shrugged off his jacket exposing the dark blue jumper underneath that hung slightly loose around his torso. Idly, he dug into another pocket and unearthed a pair of dark sunglasses and hooked them on his collar. He turned to hang the jacket on the coat rack so as to avert his eyes from her. He had a finer cardiovascular system - so why were his hearts beating like that of an overly-sensitive ape?
“Come on then,” his words sounded sharper than he intended to. Unable to look at her and offer an apologetic smile, the Doctor simply opened the doors of the Tardis and walked out into the sunlight.
Rose, quite confused at the sudden change in the Doctor’s demeanor, grabbed her bag, and with a frown, followed him out.
***
Two
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose
Rating: M (especially for later chapters)
Time line: Series 1; after The Long Game
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are after some leisure time after some unpleasant adventures, but it's proving to be too much to handle.
A/N: Written for bratflorida from a photo prompt that she chose awhile ago. It was supposed to be a drabble lol. Photo prompt is from then_theres_us
“So, where to next Doctor? “ asked Rose, her voice betraying the tiredness in her bones. Wanting to seem ready for anything, she added one of her smiles, but even that was a bit dim. She would never tire of traveling, but for the moment she couldn’t help but actually be tired. A very human, only-got-the-one-heart kind of exhaustion. She hoped he wouldn’t notice.
The Doctor looked up from the console screen, his long and nimble fingers about to press down on a lever. Instead of doing so, he straightened up and took a step near to her. Rose felt her smile waver a bit.
“How about you get some rest, eh?” His voice was tender and soft, the smile on his face holding understanding. These moments were rare and she hardly knew what to do with them as she was used to her broody or silly Doctor whose big ears would often redden with anger. She didn’t know what to do with the look he was giving her.
“Nah, I’m ready,” she didn’t want to seem like the human she obviously was. Oh, she didn’t want to be anything else either - but around him, she wanted to be the best because the Doctor said he only took the best. In the end, it was a deep yawn that betrayed her. It made her eyes water and she stamped a foot on the grating in sheer frustration.
The Doctor laughed. It was hearty and coming from deep in his chest. Despite feeling like a stupid ape she couldn’t help but smile at the sound. It rang against the walls around her, echoing the lovely sound back to her. She loved how it made her heart beat and her skin tingle.
“Sure you are. Go get some sleep, I’ll set the coordinates,” he turned to look at the screen, seemingly contemplating their next destination.
Rose took a step closer to him, her hand on the console’s railing. A few inches and she could touch him if she wanted to. And she did want to.
But she didn’t.
“Can I make a request?” her voice sounded husky in her ear and she figured it was because she was a bit groggy. Right.
He looked up at her again, his icy blue eyes making her feel warm underneath her skin. She pressed her teeth down gently on her bottom lip and her heart flipped when she saw that his eyes dropped to look. It was only for a second and then he was back at looking into her eyes.
“And what is this…request of yours?” did his voice sound a bit hoarse as well? She must be imagining things.
Taking a step closer so she was almost between him and the console (almost), she smiled broadly, his face suddenly mirroring hers.
“Some place sunny and warm,” they had been spending so much time in arctic conditions that her skin was begging for the heat of the rays.
His face inched forward so that he was only but one small step away from her lips. He didn’t close the distance, much to her disappointment, but he whispered one thing...
“Your wish is my command. Rose Tyler,” the puffs of breath with each word made strands of her hair that framed her face tickle the side of her neck. She shivered with pleasure.
The words brought a bigger smile to her face and after one long last look at the Doctor, she turned around and headed towards her bedroom for some sleep.
***
The Doctor watched her go until she disappeared past one of the many turns of the corridor. Taking a deep breath, he looked back down to the screen wondering where he could take Rose that would fit her qualifications and had the least minimal chance of being captured, almost-executed, enslaved, poisoned….
It finally occurred to him that he had never taken her to Kalokaipi, a planet known for its warm temperatures, deep purple sea and sandy beaches. Not to mention he’d had a delicious banana milkshake the last time he was there. Oh, Rose was going to love it.
***
After awhile, the Doctor had alerted Rose that she’d want to dress fresh and be ready for the warmth she craved as Kalokaipi was the perfect summer temperature all year round. When he’d told her this, he could hear her squeal of delight on the other side of her bedroom door. It made him smile and chuckle that something so simple could make her unabashedly happy. The heat he felt pool between his hearts was dutifully ignored as he called out that he’d see her in awhile and that she better not make him wait long and walked away toward the console.
He found a copy of Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express in the inside pocket of his jacket and decided to read so as not to notice how long he knew Rose would take to get ready. He could have finished the thing in less than 10 seconds - but literature was meant to be enjoyed, after all. The Doctor guessed that meant he’d have to take longer than the average millisecond to read each page. He allowed himself to be taken by the words on the page and didn’t notice the amount of time it took his companion to actually resurface. The sound of her sandaled feet on the grating alerted him and he quickly shelved the book under the console and, grinning madly, walked over to the door - eager to leave. He was adjusting his jumper and was not looking up when Rose entered the room.
“You’re going to wear your jumper and leather jacket? Seriously?” the incredulity in her voice made him jump to his defenses, but when he looked up to argue with her that he had a very superior biological system compared to humans, he found that the argument died on his tongue.
It was a moment in which he wanted to look at anything except what he actually wanted to look at. What he always wanted to look at, if he bothered to admit it to himself. Oh, but this time…it was quite different. Memories of Dickens, the walking dead and a gorgeous Rose clad in a corset and long skirt engulfed him then. He’d been surprised at the time how beautiful she truly was. Yes, of course he knew that she was young and attractive, but until then he had kept his mind occupied with what to show her - especially after taking her to watch her world burn. The thought of his callousness still burned him with every smile and hug she’d give him. How she could forgive that so easily…especially after further misguided actions with the dead and Dickens…he wasn’t sure.
But this was a different sort of surprise than that. There was just so much….skin. Even the word as it screamed at him sounded a bit filthy in his mind.
Her hair was pinned up in a messy gathering at the back of her head and the tendrils came streaming down almost perfectly against her jaw and neck. It made him notice the lines of her face and body - it’s angles and dips. She had on a bit of gloss on her lips and it distracted him. That bit of shine did things to him that even he couldn’t explain.
The sandaled feet that alerted her entrance were covered in intricate strands of leather that left most of her feet bare. He recognized the pair from the marketplace in Rome (the planet) that they had visited a long while back. His eyes traced up to slim calves and slender legs and thighs. For some reason that he denied knowing, his eyes remained on that particular part of her body. She was wearing denim shorts that hit modestly just above the knee.
None of it, however, affected him as much as the black halter she was wearing. He hardly had reason to admit it, but he was never one to think much of fashion except that this particular article had caught his attention in the sixties for obvious reasons. It simply showed too much skin.
Not that he was currently minding it apparently.
The garment was a deep black and fit snugly against Rose’s stomach and chest - it had ridden up a bit as she walked showing a sliver of said stomach. The image made the Doctor’s pulse quicken and he all of a sudden didn’t know what to do with his hands. He crossed his arms against his chest in protest.
Rose’s bare shoulders, so fair and smooth that they automatically brought thoughts that he should not be having about a companion to his mind. He shook his head and was thankful that his quick evaluation had gone unnoticed due to his quite superior Time Lord skills.
“Doctor, are you seriously wearing that? You said it was warm…,” she trailed off, unknowingly making the Doctor nervous as she knelt down to check if she had something in her bag and giving him an eyeful of her bare back. Her shoulder blades rolled with movement under her skin, the halter’s ties laid between them causing the most stunning of contrasts. His hands clenched, the skin on his knuckles spread thin.
That’s when he realized she had started talking again.
“…it is warm, isn’ it? If I go out there dressed like this and I find out that we’re back in some frozen planet, I’m going to smack you,” the teasing in her voice made his insides heat up.
The Doctor coughed once, loudly, and shrugged off his jacket exposing the dark blue jumper underneath that hung slightly loose around his torso. Idly, he dug into another pocket and unearthed a pair of dark sunglasses and hooked them on his collar. He turned to hang the jacket on the coat rack so as to avert his eyes from her. He had a finer cardiovascular system - so why were his hearts beating like that of an overly-sensitive ape?
“Come on then,” his words sounded sharper than he intended to. Unable to look at her and offer an apologetic smile, the Doctor simply opened the doors of the Tardis and walked out into the sunlight.
Rose, quite confused at the sudden change in the Doctor’s demeanor, grabbed her bag, and with a frown, followed him out.
***
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