Fic: A Little Piece of Gallifrey 2/8
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: Will most definitely end up as ADULT
Disclaimer: I own them all, but only in Pete's World, sadly in this universe they belong to RTD and the BBC
Summary: It's Mother's day on Earth and Rose finds a gift that has an unusual effect on The Doctor....
Chapter 2
She was quite infuriating at times. Rose that is, not the TARDIS. He’d given up trying to work her out. She was a woman after all, and women, no matter what part of the universe they came from, had the annoying trait of spouting irrelevant rubbish that they remained convinced that the male of the species would find fascinating. When she first came on board, he’d found her a little bit irritating, constant chatter, her paraphernalia over every available surface and he wondered if he’d been in his right mind asking her to join him. But eventually they had settled into a sort of routine with each other.
After a short while she’d even started flirting with him, but he’d ignored it. His mind was usually whirling round at a million miles a second anyway, doing calculations, finding solutions to every little problem the TARDIS threw at him, parts breaking, finding replacements, an ingenious make and mend sort of thing.
So he paid little attention to Rose’s flirtatious behaviour. He even started to enjoy her company and he had to admit she did brighten up his life a little. Then Adam had joined them, what a waste of good air he was! Rose’s idea to have him on board, he supposed she wanted someone her own age around, but oh he was so irritating. Always slipping up, saying and doing the wrong thing, making a hash of things that HE had to sort out. Then there was the effect he had on Rose. OK some of it was to be expected, Adam was a similar age to Rose, they had lots in common he supposed but Rose was almost constantly flirting with Adam.
He was fairly sure that nothing had ever happened between them, not that it was any of his business anyway and Rose didn’t mean anything to HIM in that way. It was just the way that Rose flirted with Adam in front of him, the Doctor wasn’t jealous or anything. Why would he be? He was a Time Lord after all, last one at that, a sort of omnipotent being if you like. Rose’s sexual flirtations were above the likes of him. That sort of thing was rather unnecessary really if you thought logically about it. It was just, well, it just wasn’t right. But even though when Adam was around Rose didn’t flirt with him it was still such a relief when Adam was unceremoniously evicted from the TARDIS.
With Adam gone from the TARDIS, Rose had turned her flirtatious behaviour back to the Doctor, and turned it up a notch too. Must to his consternation it was getting harder and harder to ignore too. It started with little touches from her hand, then to accidentally brushing up against him or innocently brushing her hand against his crotch as she was walking past him.
Then there was the night when she had given him the massage. He hadn’t wanted one; he was tired and achy after spending most of the day on his back under the TARDIS console, fixing something. Rose had been pottering around doing her own thing but every now and again had knelt down and pushed her hand through the grills of the floor to play with the hairs on his belly that had become visible with his jumper riding up. Very distracting indeed. He'd ended up formulating some serious equations in his mind to push out the feeling of her fingers against his skin.
Later that evening, after he had showered, the Doctor was laid on his bed, just relaxing, with a towel wrapped around his waist, when Rose had entered his bedroom. She'd insisted on giving him a massage and under protest had turned over onto his front expecting her to give him a quick back rub. Instead she had jumped up onto his bed, straddled him and proceeded to pour Lavender massage oil onto his back and had given him the most sensual and relaxing massage of his life. Afterwards it had taken 15 minutes of doing mental equations in his mind before he had felt able to turn over without embarrassment, while Rose just laid at his side chatting, apparently oblivious to his rather large problem.
Then there was her clothing, she had stopped getting dressed first thing in a morning and would join him in the galley wearing, well not much at all really, just a very short nightie. Once she had come in, fresh and still wet from the shower dressed only in a rather short towel (where all the large towels disappeared to was beyond him), and The Doctor had nearly choked on his toast when the towel slipped and revealed a brief flash of a nipple. “Ooops!” she’d said and giggled, and he was pretty sure it had been deliberate. It had taken a good 20 minute cold shower that day to get that beautiful, erect, perfectly formed nipple out of his mind!
Rating: Will most definitely end up as ADULT
Disclaimer: I own them all, but only in Pete's World, sadly in this universe they belong to RTD and the BBC
Summary: It's Mother's day on Earth and Rose finds a gift that has an unusual effect on The Doctor....
Chapter 2
She was quite infuriating at times. Rose that is, not the TARDIS. He’d given up trying to work her out. She was a woman after all, and women, no matter what part of the universe they came from, had the annoying trait of spouting irrelevant rubbish that they remained convinced that the male of the species would find fascinating. When she first came on board, he’d found her a little bit irritating, constant chatter, her paraphernalia over every available surface and he wondered if he’d been in his right mind asking her to join him. But eventually they had settled into a sort of routine with each other.
After a short while she’d even started flirting with him, but he’d ignored it. His mind was usually whirling round at a million miles a second anyway, doing calculations, finding solutions to every little problem the TARDIS threw at him, parts breaking, finding replacements, an ingenious make and mend sort of thing.
So he paid little attention to Rose’s flirtatious behaviour. He even started to enjoy her company and he had to admit she did brighten up his life a little. Then Adam had joined them, what a waste of good air he was! Rose’s idea to have him on board, he supposed she wanted someone her own age around, but oh he was so irritating. Always slipping up, saying and doing the wrong thing, making a hash of things that HE had to sort out. Then there was the effect he had on Rose. OK some of it was to be expected, Adam was a similar age to Rose, they had lots in common he supposed but Rose was almost constantly flirting with Adam.
He was fairly sure that nothing had ever happened between them, not that it was any of his business anyway and Rose didn’t mean anything to HIM in that way. It was just the way that Rose flirted with Adam in front of him, the Doctor wasn’t jealous or anything. Why would he be? He was a Time Lord after all, last one at that, a sort of omnipotent being if you like. Rose’s sexual flirtations were above the likes of him. That sort of thing was rather unnecessary really if you thought logically about it. It was just, well, it just wasn’t right. But even though when Adam was around Rose didn’t flirt with him it was still such a relief when Adam was unceremoniously evicted from the TARDIS.
With Adam gone from the TARDIS, Rose had turned her flirtatious behaviour back to the Doctor, and turned it up a notch too. Must to his consternation it was getting harder and harder to ignore too. It started with little touches from her hand, then to accidentally brushing up against him or innocently brushing her hand against his crotch as she was walking past him.
Then there was the night when she had given him the massage. He hadn’t wanted one; he was tired and achy after spending most of the day on his back under the TARDIS console, fixing something. Rose had been pottering around doing her own thing but every now and again had knelt down and pushed her hand through the grills of the floor to play with the hairs on his belly that had become visible with his jumper riding up. Very distracting indeed. He'd ended up formulating some serious equations in his mind to push out the feeling of her fingers against his skin.
Later that evening, after he had showered, the Doctor was laid on his bed, just relaxing, with a towel wrapped around his waist, when Rose had entered his bedroom. She'd insisted on giving him a massage and under protest had turned over onto his front expecting her to give him a quick back rub. Instead she had jumped up onto his bed, straddled him and proceeded to pour Lavender massage oil onto his back and had given him the most sensual and relaxing massage of his life. Afterwards it had taken 15 minutes of doing mental equations in his mind before he had felt able to turn over without embarrassment, while Rose just laid at his side chatting, apparently oblivious to his rather large problem.
Then there was her clothing, she had stopped getting dressed first thing in a morning and would join him in the galley wearing, well not much at all really, just a very short nightie. Once she had come in, fresh and still wet from the shower dressed only in a rather short towel (where all the large towels disappeared to was beyond him), and The Doctor had nearly choked on his toast when the towel slipped and revealed a brief flash of a nipple. “Ooops!” she’d said and giggled, and he was pretty sure it had been deliberate. It had taken a good 20 minute cold shower that day to get that beautiful, erect, perfectly formed nipple out of his mind!