And So Things Go, Chapter 13
Title- And So Things Go (13/34)
Author- jlrpuck
Rating - M
Pairing - Peter Carlisle/Rose Tyler
Disclaimer - Characters from Blackpool and Doctor Who are the property of the BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary - The story of how Peter Carlisle moved to London to live with Rose Tyler.
Author’s Notes - A short chapter-hopefully, the content will make up for the length.
earlgreytea68 and
chicklet73 have been ideal betas for this-supportive, diligent, and full of excellent ideas.
lostwolfchats has been fabulous, as well, and equally as invaluable, ensuring that I didn’t ruin the Queen’s English…too badly. Any errors-grammatical, colloquial, or factual-are mine, and mine alone.
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“Carlisle.” Peter fought to enunciate his name as he answered the phone, having been pulled from a deep sleep by the ringing of his mobile.
“Did I wake you?” Rose’s voice was tentative, and he forced his eyes open.
“’s okay.” He glanced at the clock-the luminous dial showed somewhere in the vicinity of quarter to six in the morning. “How are you?”
“Sick of sun and heat.” Her voice was wry. “I got your message. Is everything alright-are you alright?”
“’m fine.”
“You’re sure?”
He tucked his arm under his head, kicking the covers off of his legs. “’m sure. Been a rough few days.”
“You’re sure you’re fine.”
“Yes, Rose, I’m sure I’m fine.” He kept his voice measured, not wanting to tell her what had happened-at least, not yet.
“I’m heading home. Tomorrow, I think.”
“You are?” He sat up, suddenly fully awake.
He could hear her smile. “Yeah. Still have some work to do, but it’ll be back in London.”
“And you’re fine.”
“Yes, Peter-I promise you I’m fine.” Rose paused a beat, adding softly, “Just so long as you are.”
“I’ll be even better when you’re back.” It was true-he almost physically needed to see her. And once he saw her, he was sure everything would seem suddenly more manageable.
He listened to the pause over the line, and waited for Rose to note that he’d not answered her question; he heard her take a breath before saying softly, “I can’t wait to see you.”
“I miss you. Terribly.”
“I was going to ask for some leave. Just a bit, when the case is done…”
He sighed. “I…I don’t know when we’ll be done here, Rose.”
“Oh.” He could hear hurt disappointment in her voice.
She’d thought he was turning down her offer to share time off; he hastened to correct the misunderstanding. “You’re welcome to come to Glasgow, though. It’s just-I may be working.”
“’s okay.”
“You should come up here. You’d like my partner.”
“The one you’ve been terrorising?”
“I’ve not been terrorising him-he can take perfectly good care of himself.”
“Does Mr. He-can-take-care-of-himself have a name?” He could picture Rose’s expression, the slight curve of her lips as she teased him.
“Elias.”
“You sound like you like him.”
Peter paused: he’d not really thought about it, but she was right. He truly did like Elias. “Yeah.”
“You’ve made a friend, then?”
He smiled slowly. “I think I may have done.”
“Then I’ll have to make sure you’re suitably rewarded.”
“I’ll be sure to make time for that-make time for you.”
“I look forward to it. To seeing you again.”
Heat washed through his body, Rose’s words as much as the tone of her voice reminding him once more how much he loved her; how much he wanted her.
“How long, do you think, before you’ve the time off?”
Rose laughed. “Eager, are we?”
“You have no idea, Rose.”
“You’ll have to tell me.”
“Now?” The past few times he’d spoken to her, Rose had been with her team; surely she didn’t want to be with them as they had that particular conversation?
“We’ve finished for the night, Peter.”
“So I should feel free to tell you that I dream of making love to you?”
“Oh. That…that would be a good idea, yes.”
“That I can still taste you on my lips when I wake up…?”
“That…yes.”
“That I’ve lain here at night, wishing it was you touching me, instead of me?”
He could hear Rose’s breath catch over the phone. “Yes,” she gasped.
“That I’ve imagined having you here so I could make love to you, feeling you around me as I was above you…” He lay back on his bed, his words affecting him physically. God, did he want Rose.
“I’ve missed that, Peter…missed feeling you do that…”
His hand slid down, under his pyjamas, finding his erection. “Missed me doing what, Rose?”
“You…your fingers teasing me…” Her voice was throaty as she spoke.
“Pretend I am, Rose.”
“I am, Peter…”
He closed his eyes as he listened to her, imagining her lying on her bed in some strange room on the other side of the world, her eyes closed, her lips red, her fair skin flushed...
“Are you in your pyjamas?” he asked, wanting to get a proper mental image.
He heard a rustling noise, before Rose replied softly, “Not anymore.”
He gulped, his erection twitching. “I wish I’d been able to take them off of you, Rose...”
“Why’s that?” Her tone was coy, and he could imagine her glancing up at him through lowered lashes.
“Because I’d run my hands down your body...” He imagined her in the utilitarian cotton bra and knickers he knew she wore in the field--no doubt white--her hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric. “The bra would have to go, though,” he suggested. He loved watching her take off her bra, and was always impatient to lean forward, to taste and nip and lick her breasts.
“Done,” Rose said, interrupting his thoughts; her voice was growing lower, more sultry. “Then what, Peter?”
“I’d kiss you, kiss your breasts...” He teased himself as he talked to her, knowing that as he laved at her breast, she’d rub her thumb across the tip of his penis, using the slick fluid to tease him.
“Yes...”
“I’m there, sliding my hands under your knickers, my fingers moving down…” He could see her before him, holding his gaze as his hands slid under the edge of her knickers, pushing the fabric aside. He loved watching her eyes flutter shut, her back arch as he slid his fingers across her clitoris, down her labia, dipping into her briefly before sliding upwards again to tease her.
“Yes...teasing me...” Rose gasped; he had a vivid image of her lying in her room, straining to reach down, to replicate his touch; only once had she teased him like that, by lying on his bed and showing him exactly how she liked to be touched, to be teased. Rose had then asked him to show her what he liked; once he’d got over his surprise, he’d been happy to oblige. He had no idea what had come over her that night-she’d not done it since-but it was easily one of the most memorable nights he’d ever had.
Her voice, breathy and full of need, pulled him back to the present. “I...I’m stroking you...stroking you in time to your touch...”
Peter tightened his hand around his erection, rubbing his thumb through the oily dampness with each upstroke. “What do you want me to do next, Rose?” He could hear the tension in his voice, imagined it was because she was there, teasing him.
“You...I want you in me, Peter...sliding against me...” Rose’s voice was practically a moan, and he wished once more that she was there, that she was above him, straddling him.
“In and out…” He slid his hand in time with his words, focusing on Rose and not on the fact that he was getting himself off over the phone.
“Faster…” Rose choked out, her breath coming in gasps over the phone. He increased his pace, tightening his hand as he stroked himself. “In and out...”
“Feeling you get closer, Rose…sliding in and out…making you clench around me...”
“Peter!” He heard her breath hitch as she reached orgasm. He increased his pace, wanting desperately to come while Rose was on the phone, while he could hear her.
“Yes…” he whispered into the phone, his teeth clenched as he continued to stroke.
“Come for me, Peter.” Rose’s voice was low and warm; he imagined her expression, remembering how she would gaze at him as she rode him, her eyes intense and full of love.
“Rose!” he gasped into the phone, his orgasm washing through him. His hand was slick, and he slid it out from his pyjamas, wiping his palm against the cotton.
There was silence down the wire as he caught his breath.
“Better?” Rose finally asked, her voice gentle.
“Yes,” he gasped. He sucked down a gulp of air, adding, “I still miss you.”
“And I you.” She paused briefly, then chuckled in disbelief. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I’m glad we did.” He did feel better. It was nowhere near the same as having Rose there with him, but knowing that she missed him as much as he missed her-that she craved him as much as he did her-helped to dull the ache a bit.
“You’re a terrible, terrible man, Peter Carlisle, seducing me over the phone like that.”
“I refuse to apologise for it.”
“Reprobate.”
The alarm went off, and he jumped-he’d completely forgotten about it.
“Time to get up?” Rose asked, amusement evident in her tone. He rolled over, thwacking the alarm, silencing it temporarily.
“Oh, I’ve already been up,” he drawled. “But I do need to get ready for another fine day of detecting.”
“I’m glad I got to talk to you.” Rose’s voice was almost plaintive.
“I’m very glad you called.”
“Even if I woke you up?”
“Because you woke me up. I can’t think of a better start to the day.”
“Good.”
“Sweet dreams, Rose. I love you.”
“Love you, too, Peter. Bye.”
He pulled the phone from his ear, disconnecting the call with a heavy sigh. He needed to get cleaned up, needed to get his pyjamas in to be laundered…and he and Elias needed to implement their strategy for catching Phillips.
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Chapter 14
Author- jlrpuck
Rating - M
Pairing - Peter Carlisle/Rose Tyler
Disclaimer - Characters from Blackpool and Doctor Who are the property of the BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary - The story of how Peter Carlisle moved to London to live with Rose Tyler.
Author’s Notes - A short chapter-hopefully, the content will make up for the length.
earlgreytea68 and
chicklet73 have been ideal betas for this-supportive, diligent, and full of excellent ideas.
lostwolfchats has been fabulous, as well, and equally as invaluable, ensuring that I didn’t ruin the Queen’s English…too badly. Any errors-grammatical, colloquial, or factual-are mine, and mine alone.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Epilogue
“Carlisle.” Peter fought to enunciate his name as he answered the phone, having been pulled from a deep sleep by the ringing of his mobile.
“Did I wake you?” Rose’s voice was tentative, and he forced his eyes open.
“’s okay.” He glanced at the clock-the luminous dial showed somewhere in the vicinity of quarter to six in the morning. “How are you?”
“Sick of sun and heat.” Her voice was wry. “I got your message. Is everything alright-are you alright?”
“’m fine.”
“You’re sure?”
He tucked his arm under his head, kicking the covers off of his legs. “’m sure. Been a rough few days.”
“You’re sure you’re fine.”
“Yes, Rose, I’m sure I’m fine.” He kept his voice measured, not wanting to tell her what had happened-at least, not yet.
“I’m heading home. Tomorrow, I think.”
“You are?” He sat up, suddenly fully awake.
He could hear her smile. “Yeah. Still have some work to do, but it’ll be back in London.”
“And you’re fine.”
“Yes, Peter-I promise you I’m fine.” Rose paused a beat, adding softly, “Just so long as you are.”
“I’ll be even better when you’re back.” It was true-he almost physically needed to see her. And once he saw her, he was sure everything would seem suddenly more manageable.
He listened to the pause over the line, and waited for Rose to note that he’d not answered her question; he heard her take a breath before saying softly, “I can’t wait to see you.”
“I miss you. Terribly.”
“I was going to ask for some leave. Just a bit, when the case is done…”
He sighed. “I…I don’t know when we’ll be done here, Rose.”
“Oh.” He could hear hurt disappointment in her voice.
She’d thought he was turning down her offer to share time off; he hastened to correct the misunderstanding. “You’re welcome to come to Glasgow, though. It’s just-I may be working.”
“’s okay.”
“You should come up here. You’d like my partner.”
“The one you’ve been terrorising?”
“I’ve not been terrorising him-he can take perfectly good care of himself.”
“Does Mr. He-can-take-care-of-himself have a name?” He could picture Rose’s expression, the slight curve of her lips as she teased him.
“Elias.”
“You sound like you like him.”
Peter paused: he’d not really thought about it, but she was right. He truly did like Elias. “Yeah.”
“You’ve made a friend, then?”
He smiled slowly. “I think I may have done.”
“Then I’ll have to make sure you’re suitably rewarded.”
“I’ll be sure to make time for that-make time for you.”
“I look forward to it. To seeing you again.”
Heat washed through his body, Rose’s words as much as the tone of her voice reminding him once more how much he loved her; how much he wanted her.
“How long, do you think, before you’ve the time off?”
Rose laughed. “Eager, are we?”
“You have no idea, Rose.”
“You’ll have to tell me.”
“Now?” The past few times he’d spoken to her, Rose had been with her team; surely she didn’t want to be with them as they had that particular conversation?
“We’ve finished for the night, Peter.”
“So I should feel free to tell you that I dream of making love to you?”
“Oh. That…that would be a good idea, yes.”
“That I can still taste you on my lips when I wake up…?”
“That…yes.”
“That I’ve lain here at night, wishing it was you touching me, instead of me?”
He could hear Rose’s breath catch over the phone. “Yes,” she gasped.
“That I’ve imagined having you here so I could make love to you, feeling you around me as I was above you…” He lay back on his bed, his words affecting him physically. God, did he want Rose.
“I’ve missed that, Peter…missed feeling you do that…”
His hand slid down, under his pyjamas, finding his erection. “Missed me doing what, Rose?”
“You…your fingers teasing me…” Her voice was throaty as she spoke.
“Pretend I am, Rose.”
“I am, Peter…”
He closed his eyes as he listened to her, imagining her lying on her bed in some strange room on the other side of the world, her eyes closed, her lips red, her fair skin flushed...
“Are you in your pyjamas?” he asked, wanting to get a proper mental image.
He heard a rustling noise, before Rose replied softly, “Not anymore.”
He gulped, his erection twitching. “I wish I’d been able to take them off of you, Rose...”
“Why’s that?” Her tone was coy, and he could imagine her glancing up at him through lowered lashes.
“Because I’d run my hands down your body...” He imagined her in the utilitarian cotton bra and knickers he knew she wore in the field--no doubt white--her hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric. “The bra would have to go, though,” he suggested. He loved watching her take off her bra, and was always impatient to lean forward, to taste and nip and lick her breasts.
“Done,” Rose said, interrupting his thoughts; her voice was growing lower, more sultry. “Then what, Peter?”
“I’d kiss you, kiss your breasts...” He teased himself as he talked to her, knowing that as he laved at her breast, she’d rub her thumb across the tip of his penis, using the slick fluid to tease him.
“Yes...”
“I’m there, sliding my hands under your knickers, my fingers moving down…” He could see her before him, holding his gaze as his hands slid under the edge of her knickers, pushing the fabric aside. He loved watching her eyes flutter shut, her back arch as he slid his fingers across her clitoris, down her labia, dipping into her briefly before sliding upwards again to tease her.
“Yes...teasing me...” Rose gasped; he had a vivid image of her lying in her room, straining to reach down, to replicate his touch; only once had she teased him like that, by lying on his bed and showing him exactly how she liked to be touched, to be teased. Rose had then asked him to show her what he liked; once he’d got over his surprise, he’d been happy to oblige. He had no idea what had come over her that night-she’d not done it since-but it was easily one of the most memorable nights he’d ever had.
Her voice, breathy and full of need, pulled him back to the present. “I...I’m stroking you...stroking you in time to your touch...”
Peter tightened his hand around his erection, rubbing his thumb through the oily dampness with each upstroke. “What do you want me to do next, Rose?” He could hear the tension in his voice, imagined it was because she was there, teasing him.
“You...I want you in me, Peter...sliding against me...” Rose’s voice was practically a moan, and he wished once more that she was there, that she was above him, straddling him.
“In and out…” He slid his hand in time with his words, focusing on Rose and not on the fact that he was getting himself off over the phone.
“Faster…” Rose choked out, her breath coming in gasps over the phone. He increased his pace, tightening his hand as he stroked himself. “In and out...”
“Feeling you get closer, Rose…sliding in and out…making you clench around me...”
“Peter!” He heard her breath hitch as she reached orgasm. He increased his pace, wanting desperately to come while Rose was on the phone, while he could hear her.
“Yes…” he whispered into the phone, his teeth clenched as he continued to stroke.
“Come for me, Peter.” Rose’s voice was low and warm; he imagined her expression, remembering how she would gaze at him as she rode him, her eyes intense and full of love.
“Rose!” he gasped into the phone, his orgasm washing through him. His hand was slick, and he slid it out from his pyjamas, wiping his palm against the cotton.
There was silence down the wire as he caught his breath.
“Better?” Rose finally asked, her voice gentle.
“Yes,” he gasped. He sucked down a gulp of air, adding, “I still miss you.”
“And I you.” She paused briefly, then chuckled in disbelief. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I’m glad we did.” He did feel better. It was nowhere near the same as having Rose there with him, but knowing that she missed him as much as he missed her-that she craved him as much as he did her-helped to dull the ache a bit.
“You’re a terrible, terrible man, Peter Carlisle, seducing me over the phone like that.”
“I refuse to apologise for it.”
“Reprobate.”
The alarm went off, and he jumped-he’d completely forgotten about it.
“Time to get up?” Rose asked, amusement evident in her tone. He rolled over, thwacking the alarm, silencing it temporarily.
“Oh, I’ve already been up,” he drawled. “But I do need to get ready for another fine day of detecting.”
“I’m glad I got to talk to you.” Rose’s voice was almost plaintive.
“I’m very glad you called.”
“Even if I woke you up?”
“Because you woke me up. I can’t think of a better start to the day.”
“Good.”
“Sweet dreams, Rose. I love you.”
“Love you, too, Peter. Bye.”
He pulled the phone from his ear, disconnecting the call with a heavy sigh. He needed to get cleaned up, needed to get his pyjamas in to be laundered…and he and Elias needed to implement their strategy for catching Phillips.
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Chapter 14