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“Alright, steady… These ones seem fairly secure, just… Rose! Be mindful, would you? That is no short drop. Use an overabundance of caution.”

Rose pushed her foot into a thick patch of vines as she descended slowly. “Yeah,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “‘Don’t be stupid’. Got it.”

The Doctor scoffed. “Oi, it’s more than ‘don’t be stupid'. It’s also ‘this well is likely as old as this city’- which is two thousand years, by the way- and ‘there’s no telling how secure any of this is’. No, hold on- not that one! That one’s loose!”

With another huff of annoyance, Rose looked over her shoulder and met the Time Lord’s wide, almost frantic eyes beneath her. They didn’t have much left to go before reaching the bottom, but they were still a bit high up, and she was surely going to kick him in his gorgeous, chiseled jawline if he was going to baby her the entire way down… Especially considering she’d made it the entire way up without issue!

They’d had a harrowing day helping save the queen of Renna; a beautiful, pink-skinned woman who ruled over the capital city. Outsiders had been working tirelessly to proceed with an attempt on the queen’s life, which is right about the time the Doctor arrived with Rose. She wanted to see a castle on another planet, and they'd gone and landed right in the middle of a bit of chaos. No big deal- just a regular old day.

Though they'd saved the queendom by brokering a series of peace treaties with the neighboring cities, the operation had initially gone somewhat pear-shaped over the few days they were there. At one point, they had to move the TARDIS to a more secluded location to avoid the risk of being spotted and captured by the enemy.

This is when the Doctor had the idea to park the old girl at the bottom of an ancient well not far from the castle; having discovered the thick network of vines pouring over the edge not long after they’d first arrived.

Climbing up the vines had been easy enough. Going down blind was a tremendous pain. 

The Doctor had insisted on going down first just in case Rose fell, swearing he’d be able to catch her. 

“I know how to climb down some vines, thanks,” the blonde bit out after one too many examples of backseat vine-climbing.

She heard an exasperated grumbling coming from beneath her in response. “You are of course aware that I’m only trying to keep you from plummeting to a rather gruesome death, yes? Is it really so bad that I’d rather refrain from having to peel my best mate’s remains from the bottom of an ancient well? ‘Oh, apologies, Jackie- here’s your bin bag full of Rose’?”

Rose managed such a cartoonishly impressive eye-roll that she was upset the Doctor didn’t have a good vantage point to witness it. “If you’re so bloody worried about me putting my foot in the right spot, just, I dunno… Maybe guide my feet, yeah?” she let her leg dangle down until she knew it was hanging right by his face. “We’ve got to finish this, Doctor. This planet’s got spiders, and I’ve already seen six.” 

“Right, right. Good idea. Alright, come on... That’s it.” The Doctor’s voice was soft below her now as he accepted her foot and carefully maneuvered it into the right spot. It wound up being a better idea than they thought it would be.

They managed to make it the rest of the way down with minimal issue as they followed their pattern, eventually achieving a pretty impressive rhythm. The Doctor would step down, test the vines, receive Rose's dangling trainer-clad foot, guide it to the safest foothold, then they'd both descend a little further. They repeated this a couple dozen times or so until they were nearly at the bottom; their rhythm faltering somewhat as it became less and less dangerous to fall.

Once they were just about in the clear, the Doctor dropped down onto the smooth stone first, keeping his hands held out tentatively behind Rose as she rushed through the last few steps down. She was just ready to be through with this; ready to get the hell out of this bloody queendom and climb into a much-needed shower.

On what would hopefully be her last maneuver between spidery vines and solid ground, Rose stuck her foot securely in a vine thicket, feeling the Doctor’s hand press gently into her lower back as she lowered herself. 

“Easy, you’ve got it… Right there is just fine. Steady…” Then both of his hands were on her, cradling her hips not far above his head. “Alright, Rose- you're right there, just be brave for me and go ahead and ju-“

“AHHH!”

Her entire body jerked backwards when a particularly large and spindly-legged spider crawled onto her hand; immediately sending her tumbling backwards into the Doctor’s arms.

What she hadn’t realized was, in her valiant efforts to complete her journey southward, her foot had gotten wedged securely in a strong bundle of vines.

The Doctor caught her just as he’d promised he would, but due to the way her foot had been tangled in the vines, her legs were wrenched apart with force. 

What had previously been a shriek of terror morphed into a guttural cry of agony as Rose's delicate muscles were stretched and torn; the entire incident happening so quickly that there'd been no hope of preventing what happened to her. 

Her vision went white as pain surged through her lower body like boiling water, and she grew faint; unable to even hear the Doctor’s voice as he spoke frantically to her. She cried out again as he carefully worked to extricate her foot from the vine, barely able to make out words like “Hold on” and “Poor thing” and “So sorry” just before he worked her foot free from its leafy prison. That’s when, with a weary groan, she realized her ankle had snapped, as well.

By the time she’d been pulled completely free, Rose was in something of a state of shock. She was barely able to comprehend her surroundings as the Doctor carried her to the TARDIS, clutching her tightly to his chest while he murmured soothingly to her.

The last thing she was aware of was the transition from the walls of the well surrounding them to the vast expanse of the console room before she slipped out of consciousness.

X

The Doctor was methodical in the infirmary as he got his injured companion up onto the exam table, despite his hearts pattering chaotically away in his chest. He broke into a bit of a sweat as guilt and fear coursed through him. 

He knew Rose would be alright. She hadn’t sustained any life-threatening injuries. Even in spite of his more futuristic treatment options, he knew she'd still be facing quite a bit of pain, but with any luck, he could get all of this handled before the end of the day. He really was quite good.

She was wearing jeans, of course. Jeans which were very much in the way of everything he needed to do. The Doctor sighed. He could steel himself away with a clinical mindset with [at least outward] ease, but he was nervous about what he was going to find once he got her trousers off... 

The jeans were tight, as they always were, and damn it, he knew she loved this pair, but there was no way around it. Throwing a drawer open, he grabbed a pair of scissors and made his way to Rose's side, murmuring an apology as he began to cut the fabric from the ankle all the way up to the waistband.

As soon as he’d cut both sides, it was time to carefully remove the ruined jeans from her body, which took a bit of doing. As he slowly lifted and pulled the fabric away from her legs, he got a good glimpse at the extent of the damage; wincing as he took it all in. 

Her inner thighs were red and swollen and spasming, indicating she’d done serious damage to the muscles that made up her groin. She might have even torn a ligament or two. Separating himself, he placed his hand between her bare thighs and slid it up the inside, fingertips coasting over her injuries. Her skin and the muscles beneath were burning hot, and he looked up at Rose with a sympathetic gaze.

No wonder she’d passed out. Even if she hadn’t broken her ankle, the pain from this sort of damage to the muscle was bound to be overwhelming. He was grateful to have access to the painkillers he had on hand, though he wouldn’t be utilizing them until he’d finished taking advantage of the fact that he had a couple of painful steps to take while she was unconscious...

He was grateful for her lack of awareness as he took hold of her ankle, setting the bone quickly and painlessly. Once that gruesome step was over, he exhaled such an intense breath of relief that he could very well have knocked her bed over. Her cries of pain in the bottom of the well had already been on a particularly traumatic loop in the back of his mind. He didn’t intend to put her through such jarring pain again so soon, but fracture reduction was a necessary evil that had to be done, so he was infinitely grateful she wasn't awake to experience it.

Thankfully, the bone-healing would be quick and easy. He reminded himself of that as he wrapped her ankle tightly, planning to ready the equipment he’d need to speed up her healing as he pondered how he was going to approach the muscles. Medical science had come a long way throughout history across the universe, and various beings got very good at healing a great many torn and broken things. He had all sorts of medical bits and bobs and machines; healing medicines and salves. Hell, maybe even a potion or two, come to think of it. 

Above all else, he had his sonic, which he’d used to mend far more confusing things than muscle. 

A moment later, after getting Rose set up with an IV drip containing a 23rd-century opiate, the Doctor was injecting a bone-mending solution into her ankle when a low groan of pain alerted him to her waking. He looked up at her face apologetically, making haste to finish his injection before gently sliding the bandage back in place.

“Ooowww.” Rose squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her palm to her forehead. “Doctor…?”

Peeling off and tossing his gloves, he was at her side in seconds, taking her hand and squeezing it. “Oh, Rose. How are you feeling?”

She winced. “Ffffff… Not good.”

The Doctor frowned, now using his free hand to cover their clasped pair and running his thumb over her skin. “You broke your ankle when you fell... Tore some muscles in your groin, as well. Passed out from the pain, you poor thing." He squeezed her hand again. "I brought you back in here and took care of the ankle, but I’m still trying to decide on what to do with your mus- no, don't!”

His hand shot out to her thigh to steady her as she made an attempt to move her legs. Wincing, he watched her muscles spasm as a piercing wail flew from her mouth; her free hand fisting tightly in the sheets. The Doctor rubbed gently up and down over the uninjured portion of her thigh as she was reduced to whimpers; tears falling freely down her cheeks.

“Shh… Oh, I’m sorry, Rose. I’m so sorry. We’ll have this sorted. Here…” He took the button attached to her drip and clicked it a few times. “This should have you feeling, erm, pretty good for a bit. Help you relax while I figure out what to do about those muscles.” He kept an eye on her face as her features immediately began to soften, eyes sliding shut.

“Mmmm,” she half-hummed, half-moaned, and blimey, it might have sounded a little too ... Mm. Well, perhaps there was such a thing as being too relaxed, and the Doctor had clearly set up shop on the other side of that line for her. He gulped, shaking his head to clear his rapidly-descending thought process.

“How’s that?” he asked quietly, eyes flashing towards her parted lips for an instant before he cleared his throat. “Feel good?”

“Mmmyesss.” Rose hummed and sighed, opening her glazed eyes and meeting his with a grin. “Yes. God, yes. Bloody… briiiilliant, you are.”  

He smiled wide. “Excellent… That is excellent news, Rose Tyler!” He let go of her hand to take hold of her shoulder, looking down into her eyes- though it was clear she wasn’t exactly ‘focused’, so to speak. “I’m just going to have another look at your muscles. I’m going to have to, err, touch your… erm… thighs. Inner thighs, that is. S’that alright?”

Rose still hadn’t stopped smiling, though it was more of half a lazy smile. “Oh, is it ever,” she murmured, eyes sliding shut again as her head fell back. The Doctor blushed furiously, once again clearing his throat with a nod of resolution.

“Right. Now, just relax…” He took a step back and leaned over her legs, placing a hand on the thigh closest to him and gently sliding his fingers up to where the tears were most prevalent. Very clinically, he was trying to figure out which muscles in particular had been torn, but then his hand traveled higher, and Rose moaned again- low and long. He was so nervous when he glanced up at her that she would definitely be giving him hell if she were more coherent, but she was out of it, and for that, he was very grateful. 

“You’re touching me,” she purred. “Feels good.”

The Doctor smiled. “That’s good. Means the painkiller’s working.”

“M’ I naked?” She smacked her lips and closed her eyes, head rolling to the side.

“Oh! Erm, no. Had to cut your jeans off your body, but your err, knickers are still there…" He moistened his lips and sucked in a breath, then winced as he spoke. "Sorry about the jeans, by the way. I’ll get you twenty more pairs. You have my word.” His face softened as he offered another little smile.

“Myyy… knickers?” Rose’s words were coming out slow and subdued as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “Doooct… ooorrr.”

“Rooo-ooose,” he replied in a sing-song voice to tease her, knowing she would recall exactly 0% of this interaction, but still just happy to see her smiling. He wrapped his hands around her thigh as he gently prodded the other side, just verifying the biggest problem areas. Rose winced, but remained quiet, save for one last request.

“Touch me, Doctor," she moaned. “Please, s’just…”

By the time his head shot up to look into her eyes, she’d fallen asleep. He exhaled roughly.

‘Just loopy from the drugs,’ he assured himself, shaking his head to snap out of it whilst restricting the blood flow between his legs. ‘Absolutely nothing to read into.’ 

Now that he knew where the work needed to be done, the Doctor cleared his thoughts and redirected his focus toward coming up with a solution for his friend.

X

It was very, very bright when Rose finally woke up, squinting at the light of the infirmary. She glanced around, then looked down and saw the Doctor, chair pulled up to her bedside with a book in his hand. He glanced up over his specs and met her eyes as a huge smile crossed his face.

“Oh! Hello!” He snapped the book shut and placed it on her bed cot next to her ankles, standing up and making his way to her side. He took her hand in both of his. “Feeling a little better?”

Rose smiled wide, nodding. “Yeah, think so… Can’t really remember what I felt like before, though. Can hardly remember waking up the last time, actually…” She broke off eye contact to furrow her brow, looking off in the distance. 

The Doctor chuckled. “Oh, that’s quite alright. Had you on a pretty powerful dose of painkillers while I assessed you. You were out in less than a minute.” He bounced his eyebrows at her and she giggled weakly.

Almost immediately after, however, fear took hold of her features.

“Wait… I didn’t, like… Y’know…” She felt her cheeks flushing, and the Doctor raised an eyebrow at her.

“You didn’t… What?” 

“I didn’t say anything stupid, did I? Because, y’know, sometimes when people are all drugged out, they might, err, say… stupid things. Things they don’t mean? Crazy things, and all that?” She bit down on her lip sheepishly, practically squirming.

The Doctor’s confused expression morphed into a smile- an almost smug smile, at that- but it just as quickly softened. 

“You didn’t say anything, actually.” He winked. “Out like a light.”

Rose exhaled a deep sigh of relief. 

“Right then,” he clapped his hands together. “You’ve been out for hours, during which time your ankle has healed completely. You can thank the geniuses at Hexatori 52B Alpha 27 for that. As for your thighs, it took a bit of digging, but I did finally track down a solution for muscular regeneration, as well as a salve I’ve been applying every thirty minutes.” Reaching down near her feet, he picked up and presented the bright blue tin that presumably contained said salve. “This works in tandem with the liquid solution I’ve injected. Just need to do one more application. I’ve programmed a new setting into the sonic that should get everything set. Shouldn’t be any more than an hour before you can hop right out of that bed like nothing ever happened.” He beamed. 

As if the Doctor could be any more impressive. Rose almost felt shy beneath the heat of his doting, hardly feeling worthy of such time and care.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she said sweetly, and his responding smile melted her heart.

“No need to thank me, Rose.” He patted her on the forearm. “Now, err, I should probably tell you… The salve application, it’s a bit, well, you see, it’s just a little… Well. It’s your inner thighs that I’m, ah, applying the salve to.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “S’alright, Doctor. It’s gotta be done, yeah? Also... Haven’t you been doing it the whole time I’ve been out?” 

He nodded. “Yep. Even earlier, while you were awake- but no matter! This will be the last time. We’re just going to do the salve, then we’ll run the sonic over your muscles. Should fix you right on up.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Brilliant.” The Doctor popped open the tin, raising his eyebrows and fixing Rose with a stern look. “This is going to hurt a bit.”

She swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Okay.”

He nodded back, but just once. “Just tell me if you need to stop, alright?”

She nodded again, anxiety coming to life deep in her gut. “Yeah.”

The Doctor smiled apologetically. “Allons-y, then.” He dipped his finger into the tin and collected a dollop of the salve, drawing the blanket back and looking down at her thighs. She felt herself flushing all over as she remembered that, yeah, she’s just got her knickers on down there. Thankfully, the Doctor didn’t seem affected, rubbing his palms together to warm up the salve before he gently placed his hand on her inner thigh near her knee. 

He began to rub deeply into her muscle. At first, it was just a little sore, but as his touch slid higher to where the muscles had really torn, Rose’s hands shot to the railing on either side of the cot and squeezed as she whimpered quietly. The Doctor looked up at her, pausing his movements. “I’m so sorry, Rose. You alright?”

“Yeah, just… Let’s get it over with,” she choked out. He nodded, resuming his focused application.

It only took about a minute for him to apply the salve, but it felt like an eternity for Rose, whose lip was clamped between her teeth as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. It was cruel, finally having the Doctor’s hand between her legs (though not quite where she wanted it) and feeling nothing but pain- but at least he was willing to do something like this for her. His strokes were deep, but tender enough, and he regularly checked in to make sure she wasn’t on the brink of passing out.

“Don’t worry,” he said as he snapped the lid back on the tin and placed it on the steel table next to the bed, “Once we seal everything up with the sonic, just an hour or so and you’d never have even known this happened.” He turned and headed for the sink, washing off the remnants of the sticky salve before he returned to her side, swiping the sonic from the front pocket of his lab coat. “This isn’t going to be all that comfortable either, I’m afraid- but the good news is this is the last thing. Worked out this setting all on my own.” 

Anxiety continuing to dance around her nerves, Rose nodded, her hands abandoning the railing in favor of clinging to the sheets at her side. “Let’s do it,” she breathed out, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“Tell me if you need t-”

“Yeah, yeah, got it, just do it.”

Her eyes were shut, but she could almost see the Doctor’s resolute nodding. Then she heard the familiar whirring of the sonic, but this particular setting sounded like a lower frequency than she was used to.

“I’ll have to go over each spot a few times to ensure thorough, even healing,” he said absentmindedly, and then Rose heard him lower the sonic to her leg, holding it just a few centimeters away from her skin.

It was a strange sensation; like tiny waves penetrating straight through her skin to stimulate her muscles. That’s probably exactly what it was, she figured, taking a deep breath as she prepared for the pain. 

He swept the sonic in slightly diagonal sections as he made his way up her delicate musculature. Some parts were a little uncomfortable, but for the most part, it just felt… pleasant. Like a massage, but alien in its own sort of strange way. She was half-tempted to ask him to use it on her back when all was said and done. 

Then he directed the pulsing waves towards the thickest stretch of her inner thigh, ending just a few inches from the edge of her knickers- and Rose gasped.

The Doctor released the button. “Sorry… You’ll hate to hear this, but I’m going to have to focus on this bit the most. The adductor longus and pectineus muscles are the most heavily damaged, I’m afraid.” He offered another sympathetic look. 

Rose, however, wasn’t concerned with the pain. It barely hurt at all. All she’d noticed was that, the closer he scanned towards her center, the more those vibrations reverberated, and oh, did they reverberate, alright...

That was fine and all, except for the fact that the second he reached that top portion of her thigh, he was shooting sonic pulses straight through to her clit. 

“Is th-this the only way?” she chirped quietly.

The Doctor offered the elbow of the arm he had planted on the bed. “You can squeeze my arm if you like. ‘Fraid we’ve got to do it evenly on both sides, otherwise, we risk you healing asymmetrically, which could thwart your equilibrium.” He smirked. “Can’t have that when we’re fleeing an armada of supersnakes, can we?”

Heart hammering away, Rose forced a smile and nodded. “Okay.”

She honestly didn’t have any clue how to tell him, “We can’t do this because you’ll very likely make me come, whether you like it or not”. All she could do was pray whatever sounds came out of her mouth sounded like those of pain, not pleasure.

Then he switched the sonic back on, pointing it right back where he’d left off.

The sensation was intense already, and Rose squeezed her eyes shut again, biting her lip to keep from making too much noise. 

Touching the tip of his tongue to the back of his teeth, the Doctor continued sweeping the blue light in lines just above her skin until he was ready to begin the next patch- just a little closer to where she was beginning to grow hot and tense. When he hit a particular nerve, a tiny, involuntary mewl lifted from her lips, her body instantly beginning to kick into a devastating state of arousal. 

On his next pass, she barely stifled a moan; breathing growing heavy and strained.

“I know, I know, it’s alright, Rose,” the Doctor soothed, and oh god, his voice all low and tender like that was most certainly not helping. Rose tasted blood in her mouth as she gripped the sheets tighter and tried to think of literally anything that wasn’t sexual or otherwise stimulating. 

When he moved on to what was presumably the final portion of her right thigh, just beneath her clothed center, he turned on the sonic, and Rose dropped back with a gasp and a low, husky moan.

The Doctor looked up at her with a frown. “Oh, Rose, I’m so sorry. I know. We’re almost finished with this side, and the next one will be just as quick.”

She was writhing as subtly as she possibly could now, chewing on her lip as her breathing started coming out in pants. Each time he moved the sonic, it was like he was slipping it directly between her folds; delicately stroking the part of her that was suddenly swelling and throbbing with need. He didn’t even have any idea.

There was a scrap of awareness drifting around somewhere in the back of her mind that wondered if it was ethical to let him do this, but he’d told her himself- he had to do both sides, and it had to be equal.

She’d rarely wished for anything as desperately as she wished to separate herself from what was happening as he slowly moved that blue light across the crease where her thigh met her knickers.

Right when she was teetering on the cusp of the first unwelcome orgasm of her life, the sonic shut off, and Rose collapsed back into the bed, panting desperately. 

She jumped when she felt the Doctor’s hand on the side of her head, opening her eyes wide to meet his pained expression.

“Alright?” he asked softly, running his fingers through her hair. “I know it’s probably rather intense, but we’re almost through. Blimey, Rose- you’re so flushed that you're starting to sweat. Hold on.” He spun around and walked over towards the sink, pulling a soft paper towel and heading back to her side. She merely stared helplessly up at him while he gently dabbed her forehead, wanting to speak, but not knowing what would come out of her mouth if she did. 

She was wet. Very wet.

How could he not know? Was he not more or less face to face with her knickers while he did this? Could he not smell her?

This was going to be rough.

Oh, he’d said something.

“Wh-what?” Rose blinked rapidly. The Doctor sighed.

“I said I’m going to start on the other side if you’re ready. If we need to take a break, though, just say.”

“No,” she breathed. “Best to, erm, get it over with, yeah?” She smiled weakly up at him as his brow wrinkled with concern. He nodded once.

“Right. I’ll, erm, I’ll be slow. It won’t take too long, though. Just hang in there for me.”

“O-okay," she croaked, and dear lord, why didn't she agree to take a break again...?

He smiled, then he was back down at her thighs. Rose felt the blush from her face spreading to her neck and chest, heating her up like a hot flash. He was so close to her core. She could feel the way her body was responding to him; feel her heart fluttering wildly with her pulse. Any second, he was going to notice her sodden knickers; either see or sense how wet she’d been growing beneath his careful treatment. Fuck. Fuck.

She started thinking about everything she possibly could to take her mind off of it. Mum. Slitheen. Sycorax. Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister.

Then she heard the sonic and her entire body tensed up again.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she remembered that the bottom portion of her thigh wasn’t that stimulating. She tried to focus on the way it felt for him to scan her there, so close to her knee, and tried to trick her mind into thinking the rest of the scan would feel the same way.

That’s all it is, right? Mind over matter? Some people can survive intensely torturous things due to using the power of their brains to separate themselves. Surely she was capable of that.

He moved to the next grouping and began to run the pulse higher up along her groin; only the barest ripples of the waves traveling up to the sensitive nerves at the junction of her thighs. Nowhere near enough to properly stimulate her, but enough to remind her that no power of the mind was going to prevent her body’s reaction in a moment. She’d just have to direct every last shred of energy she had into not coming right there on the cot.

Chancing a glance at the Time Lord, she realized why he hadn’t caught on properly: His tongue was busy tapping his teeth in concentration as he breathed through his mouth. She tried to feel some semblance of relief from that.

He moved on to the next section, encroaching on the innermost portion of her thigh. Just one area away from where she’d very nearly broken apart on the last leg…

The sonic whirring accompanied the same delectable stimulation and Rose whimpered; her body growing fiercely rigid. The sensation was incredible. Like there were several tongues lapping and sucking at her clit; determined yet gentle. She shuddered through a moan as he feathered the waves up and down her muscle, completely oblivious, murmuring something about being “almost through” and “just a little more” and oh no what the fuck is she going to do.

“Oooh god,” she groaned, head rolling back into the pillow. 

“Take my arm, Rose- it’s alright,” she heard the Doctor utter softly, and while it’d be playing with fire to touch any part of him right now, her hand automatically gravitated towards the limb so she could wrap her fingers tightly around it.

The waves traveled further inward. Rose’s breath caught as pleasure began rapidly building towards a crescendo, her toes pointing straight down from the tension; fingers once again gripping the sheets (and now the Doctor's arm) with white knuckles. This was the last section. She was a big girl. It’d only be a minute, then she’d be okay… She’d be in the clear. Awkward situation avoided.

Glancing down at the Doctor, she saw the instant he realized what was going on.

Having been just about through with his task, his concentration was no longer as necessary, so he retreated his focused tongue and shut his mouth. 

The next breath he took was through his nose. 

In no more than two seconds total, she saw his brow furrow tightly as his nostrils flared, and his eyes flickered first to her knickers, then to her face. Though his expression was serious, his eyes were instantly dark. Rose had never wanted to die so badly in her life.

He shut off the sonic and stood up straight, dislodging her hold on his arm. His eyes slid shut as he took a long, deep breath, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he exhaled in a weighted sigh. 

“Rose…”

“Doctor,” she whimpered, “I, I…” she let her head drop back, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment. To say this was horrifying would be the understatement of the century. “I’m so sorry, I’m...”

The sound of the sonic switching back on startled her eyes back open.

Ignoring her completely, he then bent down, holding the pulse directly back where it’d been before.

“Oh ,” Rose gasped, her back shooting up off the cot. “Th-that’s… Mmm…”

The Doctor knew exactly what he was doing to her now.

He knew, yet he didn’t stop. 

A needy little sound caught in the back of her throat. He was directing the waves the same way he had been before, except even slower; more calculated. She felt his free hand on her thigh, resting there, and she looked down to see him staring up at her, eyes nearly bleeding black with desire. 

Holding her gaze, he turned the sonic towards her body, lips parting over gritted teeth as he pointed the pulse directly between her legs.

“Ahh-!...” Rose choked through a desperate cry and she grabbed his arm again, moaning and writhing while he deliberately strung the tension within her. “Ooh. Oh, fuck.”

Releasing her thigh, the Doctor pressed his hand into the bed at her side and leaned in closer, watching her closely; intently. Studying her. All the while, his hand between her legs remained perfectly on-beat, rhythmically moving the sonic up and down in the air just above her folds.

“Ooh, yesyesyes, just… like… oh,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh god, Doctor, I-... I’m… Ffff…”

His hand was stroking down her side now, running along nerves, down then up and then down again. As his breathing grew ragged, his long fingers wrapped around and clutched at her hip, and so gently, he pulled. It only took a few tugs at her lower half before Rose was realized he was encouraging her to move for him; to rock her clit against the invisible pulse as he slid the glowing tip against the thin material of her knickers.

Mewling and gasping, her nails bit into his forearm through the fabric of his coat as she clung to the edge, and the Doctor groaned quietly as he watched- or rather, made - it all happen.

Then he whispered something under his breath- something she barely caught:

“Go on, Rose…”

She finally looked up at him again to see him right above her, completely rapt. He met her eyes with desperation and awe, captivation burning in his gaze; a side of the Doctor she’d never imagined she’d get to see. It was either too much or the perfect amount and it didn’t matter either way, because it was everything. 

Somehow, the Doctor was sharing something like that… with her. 

And it was right then that her body decided it was too much to take. 

Lurching off the bed with a soft cry, her climax hit her hard, robbing her of her voice as it raged through her like a storm. 

With deep, labored breaths, the Doctor’s hand tightened on her hip as she came, never pausing as he carefully nurtured her release to the very end. The entire time, he watched her, and he might have even said something else, some sort of whispered encouragement, but Rose couldn’t hear anything but the blood roaring through her ears — couldn’t hope to focus on anything but the white-hot pleasure breaking through her in waves. 

It dragged on deliciously, but after a moment, she started to crash — only distantly aware of the Doctor bringing the sonic further away from her body; of him running his palm soothingly over her hip until she was truly and properly sated.

It wasn’t until her body jerked away that he finally switched it off, quickly stashing the serendipitous sex toy in his front pocket with a nearly imperceptible sigh.

For a moment, he merely braced himself over her, eyes closed as they both took the time to catch their breath.

Rose’s blood surged with feel-good chemicals in her post-orgasmic cloud, wanting so badly to grab his tie and drag lips to hers for a long, lazy kiss. She couldn’t believe he’d just knowingly done that to her; brought her off in the infirmary. Brought her off at all. It was glorious, but… Hm.

What’s going to happen now?

The room was silent, save for the thrum of the TARDIS and the decreasingly labored breathing between them. Although Rose couldn’t look away from his face, he still hadn’t looked at her… Still hadn’t even opened his eyes. 

His jaw clenched again and he froze. Rose felt the tinglings of anxiety as she waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. He merely stood like a statue, completely unreadable.

“Doctor…?”

He finally opened his eyes at the sound of her voice, bowing his head and clearing his throat. “Erm. Should be alright to walk in about an hour. Fully healed in about, say, three. B-but don’t go putting all of your weight on it for a bit, perhaps not until tomorrow, err, afternoon… or so. Just an over-abundance of caution.” He stood up very stiffly, eyes flicking to meet hers for a fraction of a second before he turned away from her. “I’m just gonna…” He gestured towards the door, and within seconds, he was gone, leaving Rose rumpled and alone in her medical cot.

Well.

What the hell was that?

She blinked nervously for a moment as she set about processing the past several minutes. 

The Doctor had gone to great lengths to heal and help her, had been entirely professional, spent all day with her, more or less fixed all of her crippling ailments, and then somehow allowed himself to give her an orgasm when he figured out he’d inadvertently been teasing her.

Then he was gone. 

“One bloody hour,” she muttered to herself, crossing her arms with a huff. He probably told her because he wasn’t coming back around. He’d crossed a line he wasn’t prepared to cross, and now he was fleeing from her.

Typical.

Now she had an hour to sit in silence and ponder her anxieties; possibly panic about her future aboard the TARDIS. There was a reason he’d never slipped up like that before, and just because he’d done it didn’t mean he was planning on doing anything like that again…

Erghh.

She didn’t need him to do it again, of course. She’d been fine without shagging him for two years now. She could just as well go two more years, and so on. 

If he hadn’t gone and bolted on her, she could have at least offered him an out. Pretended it wasn’t a big deal to her; that he didn’t have to do anything like that ever again. She wouldn’t even quantify it with “unless you want to”- she’d just leave it as is. A silent acknowledgement of, ‘Look, I understand you didn’t intend to give me an orgasm, and I’m perfectly amicable to return to the way things were- silly and sexless’.

It was difficult to make a case for oneself when the man you needed to speak with just up and disappeared on you, though.

Having nothing else to do, she decided to lie back down. All she could do was wait.

Maybe he'd be back. Maybe.

X

-Six hours later-

The Doctor stood outside her door for too long. 

Far too long.

He couldn’t shake it. He’d been trying to shake it all day.

Rose’s face, her sounds, the way her body twisted and writhed beneath the sonic pulse… The way she’d grabbed his arm and squeezed, the moment he realized how keyed up she was; how he’d completely missed the fact that he was sexually stimulating her. 

The look in her eyes, the desperation in her tiny voice, the way she shook…

He swallowed roughly. 

This was his best friend. Rose Tyler; his bloody traveling companion. What was he thinking? 

He’d been a fool to indulge her like that instead of pretending he was none the wiser or making up an excuse to avoid continuing. He was too old to make such ridiculous mistakes. Been around far too many years. Yet he’d watched her watch him realize, and she’d let him- no, encouraged him- to finish the job. 

Perhaps not with words, but the desperation in her eyes was palpable.

So ‘finish the job’ is exactly what he did. He soniced her to orgasm, which apparently is possible. Who knew?

Then he’d run off terrified, still not processing what had just happened or what he’d just done. 

Rose had been on the mend. He’d developed the perfect frequency for healing muscles. He’d worked his way slowly inward, sealing up the last tears from the outside in, saving the more awkward part of the scan for last so she’d hopefully be too busy thanking him for the relief to feel weird about him inflicting pain near her more private areas. 

Never would he have thought it’d feel good, let alone that bloody good. 

Blimey.

He’d never considered his sonic to be capable of bringing pleasure; especially of a sexual nature. The academy would have his head for this. And Rose… Ooh, Rose. Giving herself away with her rolling hips and her little telltale pleas; begging him without words… 

Just recalling it made him painfully hard. He ran a hand over the front of his trousers as he leaned against her door, just remembering the buildup; the way she’d snapped.

How could he just forget himself? 

He should have shut the bloody thing off and tossed it directly into the Vortex the moment he realized what he’d been doing to her, but all it took was one needy little “Doctor”, and he was done for. She’d wanted him to finish what he’d inadvertently started- he just knew it. 

What sort of host would he be to deny her? It was his fault, after all. 

The secure hold he’d previously maintained on his resolve was slipping from his fingers every moment.

There’d always been tension between himself and Rose, sure- even before he’d become this pretty, younger thing- but never would he have succumbed to his desires to be with her intimately. He was centuries old, for god’s sake. Self-control was ingrained into every wrinkle in his very big, very impressive Time Lord brain.

Until now. 

She was probably so upset with him for running out on her the way he had. It’s not like he’d offered much by way of explanation. He’d been gone all day avoiding her, leaving her in the cold infirmary to sit in silence. To figure out for herself when an hour had passed; when she could walk again without the pain. He was a proper arse for doing that to her, of course.

But Rose was on the other side of that door, and his cock was straining and throbbing in his trousers as his sonic very nearly burned a hole through his pocket with desperation to be used again.

He hadn’t changed the setting. He’d taken mental note to always remember this one. 

With a muted groan, he realized he wasn’t going anywhere but forward.

Sod it.

It was worth the risk of rejection, but he had a pretty severe hunch that he wouldn’t have to worry about that. 

Placing his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep breath and began to turn.

-To be concluded-

Chapter Text

It was quiet in Rose’s room; the only light source being the orange, flickering glow from her bookshelf lantern as she attempted to quiet her mind and slip away.

Sleeping was easier said than done after the day she’d had. Even in spite of her injuries, her brain could only focus on one very obvious landslide of an occurrence.

It’d been hours since what happened in the infirmary.

The Doctor. The sonic screwdriver. The horror-turned-pleasure-turned-dubious abandonment.

Lying alone in a bright, sterile room with nothing but her thoughts and the hum of the TARDIS to keep her company after the Doctor seemed to slip through the doors like a specter; like he’d never actually been there at all.

The hour had passed with remarkable ease due to her mind’s swift trajectory, playing ‘The Floor Is Lava’ with her jumbled web of emotions.

Anxiety sat front and center, of course... The Doctor had left her alone all day. 

Conflicting with the dread of rejection, however, was a blanket of elation as comforting as it was befuddling. Yes, he’d left her alone, but just before that, the Time Lord seemed surprisingly enthusiastic about the provocative shift in an otherwise clinical procedure.

Stirring up a maelstrom of pulse-based pleasure, he’d placed his hand on her bare thigh, holding his sonic screwdriver between her legs within seconds of figuring out how it'd been affecting her.

In terms of voluntary intimacy, he’d just about tripled down, bending over her and staring- or rather, gazing - into her eyes while he delivered pulsing waves. Whispering a tidbit of encouragement, watching her with a sort of captivation that was both true to form and entirely alien.

Say you’re somebody’s best mate and you figure out something you’re doing is sexually stimulating to them. Even if they were enjoying it, you’d stop, right? Laugh it off, share an embarrassing, potentially very awkward series of apologies, then move on (and never speak of it again).

You wouldn’t finish them off. 

Unless…

Unless you were absolutely certain both parties would be amicable and receptive to such a seismic shift in the relationship. 

… Right?

The Doctor might not be human, but even in his skilled waltz of romantic avoidance and wordless maintenance of the status quo, there is no way- no way!- he would have seen that through if he felt nothing for her. Especially not with the level of affection he’d attached to it…

RIGHT?!

The part that was really testing Rose’s sanity wasn’t even the accidental stimulation.

It was the prolonged eye contact.

Ugh, it was all so frustrating; him and his bloody alien ambiguity. What did he want? What did this mean? What would he say when he had no choice but to face her? 

The TARDIS is infinite. The Doctor’s immortal. Err, sort of. What if he spent the next 60-70 years hiding out in the deep recesses of his timeship to avoid facing what happened?

No… That’s ridiculous.

The Doctor might be a bit of a cowardly prat where romance is concerned, but he wouldn’t do that to her. 

He cared too much for her. 

She hoped. 

Sigh.

She wouldn’t rule out the possibility of him taking her home, though. Couldn’t kick that concept out of bed for eating crackers. It was just as likely as it wasn’t, unfortunately- and him ghosting her all day wasn’t the most reassuring turn of events. 

If the Doctor intended to leave her behind, Rose would have no choice but to make a case for herself. She wouldn’t beg him to let her stay, but she definitely intended on making one thing very clear to him, and that was that she didn’t need anything more from him than what they’d already had all this time.  Need and want are two very different things, and Rose had been saddled up with the latter for the better part of two years with semi-minimal issue.

In her heart, she knew she was capable of spending the rest of her life with the Doctor without ever taking their relationship further. They might have had a little incident in the heat of the moment, but they could move past it. Of course they could. Their friendship was too strong to be knocked from the foundation by one little (big) orgasm.

Lying in her big, comfy bed, she'd finally managed to calm herself down enough to relax; following an old technique she’d learned from a magazine once upon a time. Starting at her toes, she assessed every muscle in her body, letting go of the tension bit by bit all the way up to her forehead. By the time she’d finished this little self-assessment, she felt practically weightless, all wrapped up in her cushy duvet.

Then, right at the brink of sleep, she was jarred into alertness by the sound of her doorknob turning slowly. 

As the door was pushed open, she sat up halfway, focusing on the dark silhouette now standing against the backdrop of the faint glow of the corridor. 

“Doctor…?” Her voice was soft and heavy with sleep. 

A shaky breath left the lips of her unexpected visitor before he was making his way to her bed in four quick strides. He was wearing his entire suit, but no shoes and no tie. His hair was rumpled, eyes sharp and dark in the dim lighting. He stopped just at her bedside and slipped his hands into his pockets, jaw clenched tightly.

“Rose,” he acknowledged, his voice far huskier than she was expecting. “I…” He looked down, shaking his head quickly. “I’m sorry for leaving you.”

“It’s okay, D-”

“No,” he whipped a hand from his pocket to lift a finger and silence her, raising his eyebrows. “Stop it. It’s not. I left you there, and it was very likely rather confusing, considering… Eeerrrr… Well.” The hand he’d been holding up moved to scratch the back of his head as he raised his guilty eyes to hers. “Look, I need to know something.”

Rubbing her left eye, Rose stared back at him, suddenly numb; feeling properly incapable of speech while he stared at her that way. It wasn’t the face of a man planning on kicking her out in the middle of the night.

There was guilt, but there was also something else. Something that drew gooseflesh across every bit of exposed skin and briefly stopped the production of saliva in her mouth.

She swallowed, then nodded. “Okay.”

“I… Alright. Earlier. What I did.” His eyes left hers again, now staring at the duvet where Rose was folding her legs in front of her as she moved into a sitting position. He pinched his lips together into a thin line, then exhaled slowly. “Was that… alright?”

Oh. Right.

He is capable of being rather thick.

“Mhm.” Rose’s eyebrows crawled up her forehead as she nodded very slowly. “Yeah. Yep.” 

The Doctor’s own eyebrows shot up rather abruptly. “Really? And… Us, we’re… We’re alright?” 

Another nod. “I mean, Unless…” She paused, and the Doctor tensed from head to toe before she continued. “Unless you don’t want us to be?”

His shoulders slumped as he sighed heavily. “I do want us to be. Of course I do. I just… I sort of panicked.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Ya think?” 

“I didn’t mean to just leave you there- it was like my feet had a mind of their own!”

“Couldn’t control your own two feet for hours, then?”

“I…” The Doctor lifted his chin, clicking his jaw shut as he glanced away. “I got distracted.”

They were both quiet for a moment, during which time reality began to settle in around Rose. His attempted reconciliation was comforting because it was the Doctor, and he was offering reassurance, and he was familiar, she adored him, and he was her best friend. 

Yet at the same time, it was terrifying. Her attraction for that man was such that it was almost unethical to spend a single moment of any given day pretending he wasn’t woven into the fabric that made her who she was; past present and future. She loved him completely, and she’d pined for that beautifully broken and lonely old soul with such rudely imposing vehemence that the mere thought of losing him made her physically ill.

She’d spent her entire afternoon and evening actively attempting to distract herself from the nagging fear that the Doctor might leave her behind, and now, hours after disappearing to god-knows-where to do god-knows-what, he was standing in her room, reassuring her- while looking perfectly terrified.

She supposed he needed a bit of reassurance, too. Maybe she wasn't the only one who was worried about the other person being upset.

“S’alright, Doctor,” Rose shifted her expression and her body language until she was the portrait of comfortability. “I think we were both a bit shocked. I didn’t think you, erm… did that sort of thing. Least of all with me.” 

The last bit was quieter than the rest, as well as the portion Rose really wished she hadn’t tacked on. There was something a little desperate about it; a little ‘typical female human’ for her liking. 

But she'd said it, and there they were.

“Well.” The Doctor slid his hands into his pockets. “Generally, I don’t. Haven’t done in, erm. A while. But-” he suddenly wrinkled his brow tightly, freezing in place as though he was working out a particularly complicated puzzle. “Hold on.” He looked back at her, confusion etched into his features. “‘Least of all with you’? Rose, who else would I do something like that with?”

A fluttering sensation passed through her chest, eyes widening. “I-... How am I supposed to know?”

Another moment of silence befell them, with the Doctor being the one to break it.

“Fair enough,” he conceded. “Suppose I hadn’t considered the intentionally ambiguous nature of my receptivity.”

Well, that’s certainly one way of putting it.

Rose sighed. “So, that whole bit earlier. With the sonic. You’re not gonna be uncomfortable being around me now? I thought you ran off because you were ashamed of what happened.”

The Doctor chuckled. “Oh, no shame... Not in that regard, at least. I was a bit ashamed of myself for how quickly my resolve fell to pieces, but that’s all. And I suppose… Well.” He looked up towards the ceiling, cocking his head to the side. “It’d be remiss of me to omit the fact that I found the experience rather riveting, Rose.” He perked up, eyes widening. “Ooh. I quite like that. That’s what we ought to name your memoir one day, or perhaps the inevitable stage production of your life. ‘Rather Riveting Rose’.”  

Rose relaxed immensely and finally smiled properly at him, watching the stress drift from the set of his shoulders as he stared fondly back. 

“Y’don’t think it’s half pompous, then?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Referring to oneself as ‘rather riveting’?”

This seemed to appall the Doctor, who scrunched up his nose. “Pompous? But it’s true! In fact, I’d say you’re remarkably riveting.” His affronted look warped into a smirk as he waggled his eyebrows. “Trust me, I’m something of an authority on the subject.”

Rose scoffed playfully. “Because that’s not pretentious or anything.”

Endorphins were flooding her system as her unconscious mind got ahead of her with little beats of expectancy and anticipation. The Doctor had just freely admitted he’d enjoyed bringing her off, and now they were having a bit of friendly banter about it. Laughing freely like they always had, except now, there was an elephant materializing in the corner of the room whose name was ‘What the fuck happens next?’. 

“Oi! I was merely suggesting I’ve been around long enough to be able to determine whether something is worthy of being deemed ‘riveting’, and you, Rose Tyler, make the cut.” He flashed a wide, open-mouthed grin. “Always do. Not just when you’re-...” He sealed his lips shut and gazed expectantly at her, and if it weren’t so dark in the room, Rose would almost guarantee he was blushing. 

Throwing caution to the wind, the blonde brought a hand to her forehead and shook her head with a light laugh. “I can’t believe we did that,” she chimed.

One of the corners of the Doctor’s mouth lifted in a half-smile, and his hand was back in the hair behind his head, scratching absentmindedly. “Yeah.” He looked down. “It was, err…” He paused, then looked directly into her eyes. “It was quite lovely, actually. As both an observer and a participant.”

Rose’s mouth hung open while she attempted to process what he was saying to her. The fact that he’d acknowledged any of this at all was a difficult enough concept to grasp, but him actually wanting to discuss it further- and with additional praise?

“Yeah,” she conceded. “It was… Wow.” 

The Doctor regarded her with an inquisitive turn of the head. “Good ‘wow’?”

“Great ‘wow’.”

His reaction to her glowing review was instantaneous as a look of pure joy took hold of his features.

“Brilliant. I was nervous. I…” He paused, losing some of his charming bravado as he continued a bit nervously. “I’d suspected, y’know. Maybe you felt- and… Well. This is all sort of new, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah.” Rose felt her chest and neck begin to turn as red as her face as she waited with bated breath.

On top of that, due to all of this casual discussion of 'the incident' with the man who facilitated it, arousal was quickly roaring to life inside of her whether she wanted it to or not.

Suddenly, every part of her body started to react with the understanding that something was most assuredly about to happen. She didn’t know what.

The Doctor, however, did.

“Is…” He reached up to wrap his fingers around his nape. “And feel free to say no, but, is it alright if I…” His other hand left his pocket to gesture at her bed, and Rose, whose face was at risk of catching on fire at this point, beamed at him; not entirely convinced she hadn’t successfully fallen asleep and was now having a rather incredible and fantastic dream. 

“Are you asking if you can get into my bed, Doctor?” She curled her tongue around the corner of her grin, and his mouth opened and closed a few times.

“I, erm, well, I thought, y’know, maybe-”

Shifting backward just a bit, just enough to make room for his body to lie down lengthwise, Rose turned down a corner of the duvet, instinctively reaching up to push a lock of hair behind her ear after. Whether he’d been looking at her or not, her eyes hadn’t left his once; somewhat afraid he might evaporate into thin air if she looked anywhere else. 

The Doctor’s gaze focused on the physical representation of Rose’s quiet invitation, and he froze again; his jaw jutting out a bit as he seemed to study the spot with a great deal of trepidation. Just as suddenly, however, he met her gaze; his expression beginning to change as he reached for the front of his suit jacket.

Rose held her breath.

Eyes trained on hers, the Time Lord set about working on his buttons, removing the jacket first and folding it before tossing it carefully onto her chair. Just as he popped open the first button of his Oxford, he stopped, staring intently at her.

“I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing,” he confessed.

Rose grinned in spite of her rapidly increasing heart rate. “Undressing, by the looks of it.”

“Indeed.” He reached for his second button. “Shall I continue?”

Jeez. Well, if he was going to leave the decision in her hands…

“Please.”

His eyes widened. “Oh.” He cleared his throat. “I suppose, well… Alright. Before I lose what little nerve I’ve got, I’m just going to come right out and ask this. That way, it’s on the table, we’ve had the discussion, we're well aware of where we stand, and that’s that. Sound alright with you?”

A single nod was all Rose could offer as she hung by a thread, desperate to do something about this tension that was suddenly beginning to cripple her. She picked obsessively at the pilling on her duvet.

The Doctor returned her nod. “Right.” He drew a long, deep breath, then nodded again to steel himself before he began stumbling through his case.

“Okay… Here it is, then. Sex, Rose. You're a young, attractive human woman. You lot tend to have sex. Is that something that you’d want?... With me? Do you want to have sex with me? Because… If you'd like to, I'm more than capable, but I can also stop this. Right now, I can turn around and leave, and… We can sort of just pretend this, erm, never happened. The entire day, even. If you like.” He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it.

Though he was behaving like a nervous wreck with no game whatsoever, Rose could only focus on one thing: the Doctor propositioning her for sex. She felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her; wide awake now as her eyes fluttered in shock.

Absolutely no fucking way was this happening.

“I… I, erm… ” She ran her tongue over her lower lip and fidgeted with the hem of her top; her brain struggling to compute. “Would that be… alright?”

The Doctor’s eyes widened in what appeared to be terror and his fingers froze in place, nearly trembling. He gulped. “For me t-to… stop?”

She wasn’t sure she could stop him now even if it meant saving her bloody life.

“No , you git. For me to… you know.” She smiled bashfully. “ Want you.”

For a moment, he just stood there, mouth agape as a crease formed in his brow. Then his jaw snapped shut.

“Just to be certain, you are asking me- as I stand in your bedroom, casually beginning the process of removing my clothing while asking if you want to have sex with me- if it’s alright for you to want me?”

Oh.

Well… He had her there. 

“I… Yes?”

The Doctor lost his rigidity as he seemed to stop worrying completely; eyes bright above a tentative smile. “Oh, yes. I can assure you, it’s perfectly alright- molto bene, even- for you to want me. Very much, actually.”

Rose twisted her fingers tightly in the duvet as a cacophony of feelings and needs and long-repressed Doctor-oriented fantasies coursed through her head at breakneck speed.

“Then… yes.”

His smile just about tripled in size. “Really?”

“God, yes.” She wanted to roll her eyes, but arousal had taken such command of her body and mind that she couldn’t bring herself to do it this time. How could he still be questioning her desires? How?! “Doctor… Obviously yes.”

Her words appeared to flip some sort of switch within the Time Lord, whose sparkling eyes and timid little smile shifted down into something heavier; something surprisingly dark and absolutely teeming with want. 

His shift brought about a rush of warmth between Rose’s legs, and just like that, the mood… changed. 

“Good,” he purred. Then he continued unbuttoning his Oxford, and Rose’s heart beat in the back of her throat; eyes widening as she tried to make sense of what was happening in front of her.

The Doctor was in her bedroom. He was undressing. It hadn’t just been wishful thinking; hadn’t been her imagination… He wanted her. He must have been thinking about this all day while he avoided her, and now, here he was- staring at her with latent hunger while he took off his clothes.

Jesus Christ.

Sitting up straighter, Rose reached for the hem of her top, suddenly aching to feel his bare skin on hers as soon as possible, thanks. 

Moving almost quick enough to be a blur, he soon had his fingers wrapped around her wrists as he shook his head slowly.

“Oh, no, no, no. Absolutely not.” He squeezed, giving her a stern look. “If anyone’s going to be removing your clothes, it’s going to be me, Rose Tyler.”

Whoah. Wait. What? 

Good god, that voice... Calmly commanding and dark and dripping with a sensuality she’d never heard on his tongue; beckoning forth arousal she’d been ever-vigilant about keeping under wraps for the past two years. She couldn’t help herself… A tiny moan escaped her lips as a shiver rocked her entire frame.

The Doctor smirked. “Alright?” He gently released her wrists, standing up straight. “I haven’t even touched you properly.” He cocked his head to the side, then grinned, bouncing his eyebrows at her. “Yet.”

Rose’s cheeks glowed red in the darkness. “Oh, I… Erm… S’just… Not used to, y’know… hearing you say these sorts of things.” She pressed her teeth into her lower lip and, now that her hands were free again, began picking at her nails; giving up entirely on steadying her breathing.

She was already at his mercy, and apparently, that’s just the way it was going to be.

(She didn’t mind one bit.)

Crossing his arms, the Doctor’s eyebrows shot up again; intrigued. “Oh?” He looked down, then back up, speaking with a slight wince. “And… Do you like it?”

Feeling helpless- as well as helplessly aroused- Rose nodded. “Y-yeah,” she breathed. “It’s…” She paused, steeling herself. He’d come in here to seduce her. That impossible reality was crystal clear. She swallowed her nerve, offering a warm smile. “ Very hot. Coming from… you know. You .”

The Doctor, looking properly gobsmacked, sucked in a ragged breath. “Really?” He stepped forward until the fronts of his thighs hit the edge of her mattress. “I’m more than happy to keep at it if it, erm… works you up, and all that.” He once again scratched at the back of his head. “Honestly, Rose, you know I never shut up as is. If you want me to run off at the mouth while we-….” He swallowed, glancing away, then back at her. “Well. Basically, if you fancy me being talkative in bed, then you’ve got it." A smirk. "Can’t imagine it’s much of a stretch for me.”

Realizing it’d been a moment since she’d remembered to breathe, Rose gasped, worried she might faint for the second time today. She placed her hand on her sternum, staring incredulously up at him, the Doctor, the Time Lord, her best friend with his stupid boundaries, now revealing himself to her slowly and offering to regale her with bloody dirty talk.  

She found a sliver of clarity she chose to cling to, if only for a moment before things progressed.

“Doctor, are…” She licked her lips, willing herself to hold his inquisitive gaze. “Are we seriously about… to fuck?”

Dark, brown eyes widened above her, and Rose could have sworn she heard a little squeak in the back of his throat.

“Errrrr…” The Doctor bowed his head, clearing his throat. “Well.” He looked back up at her through his lashes. “I’d probably have used slightly more tender terminology, personally- though I do suppose we’ve sort of set a precedent, what with you wanting me to spout off filth to you, and me bringing you off with my sonic when I was meant to be healing you... Perhaps next time, we can go sweeter, but… I suppose, for the time being, yes, we are absolutely about to fuck, Rose Tyler.” 

This time when he grinned at her, his tongue was sticking out between his teeth.

Rose’s pulse thrummed away like the beat of a hummingbird’s wings. “Yeah?”

“Yep,” he said with a pop, going back to working on his buttons while he practically bounced around on eager feet.

As he neared the halfway point, there was something else in his gaze- a tinge of apprehension. He paused.

“And you’re absolutely sure about this?”

The blonde nodded almost frenetically. “Godyesplease,” she breathed out. 

With all of the enthusiasm of a schoolboy, the Doctor beamed, then his expression softened. Almost immediately after, however; the darkness crept back in. His face changed into something laden with conviction.

“I can’t stop thinking about earlier,” he murmured. “In the infirmary.” He slipped the next button out with a flourish; a little flick of his wrist. “I only meant to heal you, I should say.” He was down to the last few buttons now, which he made short work of as his lips curled up in a sly smile. “And then… What luck, we got to discover a new sonic superpower together.” Working the last button free, he brought his fingers to either side of the open ends of his Oxford. “Did you like what I did to you?” 

Speechless, Rose nodded, reaching up to push her hair behind her ear again. The Doctor hummed happily.

“Oh, brilliant.” He pulled his shirt open to reveal his bare torso, and Rose fought the urge to gasp at the sight. Noticing this, the Doctor bent down, placing his hands palm-down on the mattress on either side of her folded knees as he leaned in close. 

“Would you believe me if I told you that all I wanted to do was tear those drenched little knickers off so I could bury my face between your legs?” 

Mouth dropping open fully, Rose stammered out a few non-words; now reduced to a partial vegetable. She was throbbing between her legs; blood coursing and boiling and nerves screaming and begging, feeling him everywhere, all over her, and he hadn’t laid a finger on her.

‘Yet,’ he’d told her. She shivered.

The Doctor’s voice dropped even lower; words hot and rough as they flowed from his mouth like salted caramel.

“There are so many clever things I’d like to do to you. I want to unravel you from the inside out with my mouth, Rose. I want to lick and suck and tease you until you come on my tongue.” He flashed a devilish grin. “Would you like that?”

Rose’s eyes widened, a choked squeak popping up from her throat as burning heat singed her nerves. Oh, fuck.

The Doctor beamed at her reaction and pushed himself back up to a standing position, toeing his way around the edge of her sanity with concentrated lust as his stream of wicked thoughts swept over and through her. 

Many a sleepless night had been accompanied by thoughts about this man that were less than pure- at times downright savage- but even in the privacy of her own head, she’d never imagined the Doctor would be capable of being so… so brazen. She’d never even heard him curse, and now he was giving her a detailed play-by-play of his desire to perform oral sex on her.

Rose wanted to say something, but speaking seemed to be growing more difficult by the second, so she merely watched him slide his shirt off and put it off to the side.

Once he was topless, she could hardly take her eyes off of his long, lean muscles- even more gorgeous beneath those layers than she’d imagined he’d be.

The Doctor leaned forward once more, placing his hands on the bed and bringing himself level with Rose’s face. He drew a slow, deep breath through his nostrils, moaning quietly as he reached up and pushed his fingers back through her hair. Clinging gently to the back of her head, he guided her face towards his and pressed their foreheads together. His voice was smoldering.

“You’re already very wet for me, aren’t you?” 

An almost painful pulse between her legs made Rose suck in a breath. Her grip on her duvet tightened. She opened her mouth to make an honest attempt to respond, but the Doctor continued, pushing off her forehead and gazing down at her through narrow slits. He reached down and took her hand, slowly and gently entwining their fingers as he murmured to her.

“Tell me, Rose- since you seem to be so fond of me running at the mouth…” His hot-blooded gaze burned fathomlessly; intentions thinly veiled as he drew a line down along the back of her thumb with his own. “Would you like me to tell you all of the things I’m planning on doing to you?”

“I-… O-okay,” she said in the form of an almost-moan, just utterly lost to whatever this thing was that the Doctor was slowly weaving between them.

He’d rendered her truly and properly useless.

The Time Lord in question hummed with a smile before he resumed his dark and sensuous drawl; his eyes glued to hers. 

“Hmm. I think first, I’m going to touch you. I want to rub and fuck you with my fingers until my hand is absolutely dripping with you. Then,” he elongated the end of the word, releasing her hand. “My tongue will have grown rather impatient by that point. And we can’t have that, now… can we?” He reached for the fastening of his trousers and popped the button free, unzipping and pushing them down his legs, leaving him in nothing but boxer shorts. Rose’s mystified eyes dropped swiftly down to his crotch, upset at the dark material obscuring her ability to scope out the size of his-

“So, naturally, I’ll want to taste you. And believe me, Rose… my tongue will become rather well-acquainted with that pink little clit of yours.” He winked. “Reckon they’ll be even better mates than we are by the time I’m through with you.”

“F-fuck,” Rose breathed. 

“And then… ” he continued, stepping out of his trousers and kicking them off to the side. He took her hand, rubbing the back of it tenderly with his thumb. “I’m going to take this...” Pulling lightly, he guided her hand directly between his legs to the source of her curiosity, allowing her to feel him- all of him. 

She was certain her face said it all as she wrapped her fingers around his thick length, and the Doctor shuddered at her touch, slipping back into character before he spoke again. “And I’m going to fuck you quite relentlessly with it.” He squeezed her hand, then released it. “Hard.”

“Oh god.”

“Oh, yes.”

Little pinpricks of blue and white light burst around the edge of Rose’s periphery as she nodded helplessly, just short of reaching between her legs to deal with the painfully erect nub that’d so desperately sought her attention. She had a feeling he wouldn’t let her, though. Knew that he wanted to take control of her pleasure. 

That knowledge made her ache even worse; made her starve for him. 

“D-Doctor,” she breathed, fisting her hands in the sheets at her sides. He hummed.

“Oh, my name sounds lovely on your lips, Rose… I can’t wait to hear it get caught on your tongue while I push my cock inside of you.”

"Ooh..." Rose moaned quietly, on the brink of panting in her semi-delirious state of lustfulness. 

What the hell was happening? She’d never known the Doctor to be capable of anything like this. He'd always had a gob on him, but this was the unholiest of depraved prattling, all but fucking her with his words... and she’d never wanted anyone or anything more in her entire life. 

Desperate was too polite a word.

Rose hadn’t gotten any action with anyone other than herself since she took up a life with the Doctor, which was her honest-to-god choice. She’d wanted him, but she never thought she’d get him- and certainly not like this, with every bit of flair and ceremony as he applied to just about everything else.

Then his hands were at the hem of her top and all thought ceased. 

“Arms up.”

She did as she was told, and he whipped that shirt off of her in a fraction of a second, tossing it god-knows-where as his hands immediately moved to touch and caress her breasts.

“Oh, aren’t you just gorgeous, you precious girl,” the Doctor cooed, gentle resonance wrapped around a smooth and feathery touch; a sharp contrast when placed beside his previous, more lascivious divulgences. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this…”

Meeting her eyes in the darkness, he pinched her nipple firmly in the space between his middle and ring finger and she nearly cried out, needing him as badly as she did; but she stifled it at the last second. The poor girl was so painfully keyed up from his words and attention that she was aching with the need for release, exacerbated by the fact that it was the Doctor doing this- undressing and touching and uttering filthy little red-hot promises. 

 He chuckled, tilting his head to bring his mouth to her ear so he could whisper heatedly against the shell of it.

“I want to hear you, Rose. Wanna hear every little sound I can coax out of you...” He pinched again, and she moaned in a high pitch, earning a low, pleased hum in return. “Good girl.” He nipped at her earlobe, pressing a brief, warm kiss to her neck before he was at her ear again. “Now, I want you to lie down for me.”

As soon as her back hit the duvet and she stretched her legs out, the Doctor was gone, walking over to the chair he’d set all his clothes on. She heard soft rustling for a moment, and then he was back, smirking as he twirled his sonic around in his fingers. 

Rose’s breath caught and he grinned, leaning forward to set the device down at her side. Then he surprised her; flinging the duvet off to her side and grabbing her hips with both hands, dragging her towards the edge of the bed until her bum was nearly hanging off. She yelped and the Doctor laughed.

“Sorry… I’ve sort of always wanted to do that to you.” He stuck his tongue out at her, and her heart must have stopped because everything went black for a second. 

He’d fantasized about her.

Then his fingers were wrapped around her the waistband of her knickers, teasing the erogenous zones beneath the fabric as he ran his nails back and forth around the circumference. Rose bit her lip as he stood up straight, stepping forward to settle himself between her knees with his hands resting on her inner thighs. 

His previous air of seduction dissipated for an instant. “No more pain?”

She smiled, shaking her head. “No.” She was grateful he wasn’t able to see how badly she was blushing, or at least she hoped he couldn’t. Damn it, he probably could. “Thank you, Doctor… For taking care of me.”

He smiled warmly. “No thanks necessary.” Then, keeping one palm pressed firmly into her thigh, he leaned forward and picked up the sonic, holding it up between them. “Would you like me to use this on you again?”

Biting her lip, Rose’s eyes flashed from the sonic to his face a few times. “I…”

The Doctor began stroking up and down her thigh with a delicate touch, lowering the hand with the device. “We absolutely don’t have to, Rose. This is all about you.” He beamed reassuringly.

She giggled, though her nerves were palpable. “Oh, it’s, erm… It’s not that I don’t wanna do that again. I just, err…” God, why couldn’t she find the strength to speak candidly with him about this? “I want to feel you too.”

Something sort of precious flitted across his face for an instant, but it disappeared as he quickly slid back into his role.

“Oh, you’ll most definitely be feeling me.” Setting the sonic back on the mattress, he bent down, reaching for her hands, which she relinquished with a shy smile. Returning the expression, he pulled her back up to a sitting position, which is around the time she realized her bed was the right height for their hips to line up almost perfectly. Her heart skipped at the thought.

“Thought you wanted me to lie down?” She raised an eyebrow in an attempt to play coy, but truthfully, she was so mind-bendingly nervous that she’d be surprised if anything about her demeanor was coming across as ‘sexy’.

Surprisingly enough, in an instant, the Doctor’s nerves weren’t far off from hers. 

“Oh, I do. I just thought, erm… That is to say, it had occurred to me that, well, erm.” He released her hands and moved his fingers down to hold her bare hips. “I seem to have so rudely gone and gotten ahead of myself.” He stroked his thumbs forward and backward across her skin and Rose shivered, which he undoubtedly noticed.

“How…?” She moistened her lips and drew a steadying breath, which caught as soon as his eyes dropped down to her mouth. He looked back up at her.

“Well.” He cleared his throat. “This… This sort of thing, it might seem, I don’t know, a bit… impersonal, if…” He looked down, and Rose’s eyes widened briefly. Every ounce of his confident, sexy aura shifted into one of a schoolboy dropping a girl off after their first date. 

“Doctor…?”

He swallowed hard and met her eyes, his fingers hovering tentatively over her cheek before pressing gently against her warm, blushing skin.

“Rose.” His eyes tentatively flashed towards her lips and back. “Could I… Well.” He held his breath, frozen, then continued. “That is, would it be alright for me to…”

Ah. 

Adorable. 

She nodded. “Yeah.” She poked her tongue out of the corner of a particularly bashful grin. “Yes.”

He smiled back, giving a little nod. “Okay. Good.” 

While a flurry of emotions spun around the pair like the wind before a storm, he leaned in slowly, his hand on her cheek sliding down to her neck and shaking so much that it nearly vibrated as his face closed in on hers. 

Rose was suspended in midair as her eyes slid shut in anticipation, her palms growing just the tiniest bit sweaty. The Doctor was about to kiss her… He was going to kiss her. Somehow it was almost more shocking than him willingly entering her bedroom with the intention of seducing her.

Erm… well. She supposed both things were shocking, but even in spite of his boldness so far, any bloke could try and shag a girl. Getting nervous about a kiss with your best mate before shagging her, that seemed more intimate than if he’d walked in and shoved his hand directly down her knickers.

She could feel the soft, warm staccato of his breath as he inched closer; feel the subtle thrum of nerves passing from his hand into her neck like little microscopic sparks of static electricity.

When his mouth just barely brushed hers, he paused; his hand at her jaw sliding gently around to the back of her neck as he exhaled in shivers. “Rose.”  

Doing a terrible job of steadying herself, Rose exhaled slowly. “Doctor?”

“I just…” He leaned his forehead into hers. “I want you to know that I’ve… This… All this. It’s…” He placed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, then brought them back together. “This means… I mean... You, me, erm. Us… This isn’t just some sort of…” He cleared his throat quietly. “This means a lot to me, this sort of thing.”

“Yeah, it… Me too, Doctor. This means…” Her face was suddenly so flushed she worried she might break into a sweat just as she had earlier on the medical cot. “This sort of means everything, actually.”

He drew back, then. Just a few inches, just so he could make proper eye contact with her. 

“Yeah?”

She nodded, brushing her tongue across her lips. He watched. She smiled.

“Err… Yeah. Obviously.” She placed her fingertips on his chest and gave him a tiny, playful shove. “Git.”

His responding expression was bright and brilliant. “Oh, good.” He breathed a deep sigh, shaking his head as he glanced down at his feet. “Very, very good.” 

Then his eyes were on hers again, timeless and deep and extraordinary. Blackened by desire, yet softened by benevolence.

At once, they were both leaning in, closing the distance together- the way they preferred to do most everything since stumbling rather chaotically into each other’s lives. 

Twisting his fingers gently in her hair, the Doctor smiled at her, closing his eyes slowly just before pressing his warm lips to hers.

Oh, what she’d have given to be able to watch this moment from outside of herself; this incredible, impossible thing she’d begged of time despite the awareness that it was likely entirely in vain. The Doctor’s soft mouth on hers, the warm tickle of his breath leaving through his nose and passing her upper lip, the bubbling sensation of love and affection and relief. 

Rose hummed against his mouth, bringing her arms around his neck as he enclosed her waist with his own. He drew her close as his mouth moved slowly with hers, keeping her swathed in his tight embrace, and honestly, Rose hoped he’d never let her go- never thought his arms could hold her more tightly or affectionately than they usually did.

Every lovely hug.

The Doctor, evidently the brilliant kisser, guided his fingertips up and down her spine and pressed meaningfully at the base, gently sucking at her lower lip. He moaned when Rose raked her nails over his scalp, clinging to her lower back and pulling her into a subtle thrust as he slowly ground his erection into her. 

Rose made an undignified little sound against his mouth when she felt him hard and hot against her center, and the Doctor took advantage of her lowered defenses, pushing his tongue past her lips to meet hers in a languid dance. They both moaned into each other’s mouths, losing themselves together while he stroked her back and tugged her hair; teasing her with the friction of his hard cock rocking perfectly against her clit through their pants.

Having done an exemplary job of working both of them into a state of being utterly famished with each other, the Doctor kissed her softly a few times before pulling back, flushed and dazed with a daft little smile. 

Rose bit her lower lip, damp from the Time Lord's glorious mouth as she smiled back; her fingers tapping around and twisting in the hair on the back of his head. She felt high in his presence; the smell and taste of him vibrating on her lips. She wanted to tattoo the sensation to her skin like an autograph; wanted to remember every brilliant bit.

Then the Doctor broke the comfortable silence.

“You know,” he began quietly, “I might have lied to you about something...”

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“You know,” he began quietly, “I might have lied to you about something.”

Rose’s eyelids fluttered, working to collect herself. She tilted her head to the side. “About what?”

The Doctor pulled the hand that’d been resting on her neck forward to her collarbone and began to trail his fingertips down her chest. He drew a line in between her breasts, then veered to the side as he reached her navel; migrating slowly towards the top of her thigh. 

“You asked me if you said anything.” His smile morphed into the tiniest smirk. “You know… While you were ‘all drugged out’, I believe was your choice of phrasing.”

Rose felt her heart leap, instinctively swallowing the lump of anxiety in her throat. 

“Oh, god. Oh no .” She lifted her hand to bury her face into her palm, trying to hide the intensity of her violent blush. “Oh, bloody-...” She dropped her hand and fixed him with an open-mouthed portrait of incredulity. “You liar! What did I say?”

He chuckled lightly, shocking her when he pulled her in to seal his mouth back over hers. He nipped affectionately at her lower lip as his hand, now at her knee, began slowly drifting down her inner thigh; fingers just barely ghosting along her tender nerve endings. He broke away gently. 

“You said…” His breathing slowed as his touch advanced towards the nagging, needy apex of her thighs, bringing his other hand to her neglected side as he began to push her legs apart slowly. “And this, I believe, is rather imperative…” 

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Rose could barely hear him over the ocean-like roaring in her ears while his thumbs stroked light, horizontal lines on their path towards her aching center, coaxing thighs to separate further with each centimeter they traveled inward.

Once he had her opened up, he moved one hand around to her bare lower back and kept it there, using his other hand to begin the process of teasingly brushing back along the innermost portion of thigh. He stared down at his curious digits, inhaling deeply through his nose and moaning at the scent of her. 

“You said…” He paused just before he reached her knickers, dragging his fingertips just at the crease beside her mons. “‘Touch me, Doctor.’” He looked up with searing intent, and then he was there; fingertips gliding over thin fabric to ghost teasingly along her slit. “‘Please.’”

Rose jumped and shook all over, whimpering at the feeling of the Doctor’s hand finally there. It was perhaps a little difficult to feel properly embarrassed about these things she’d supposedly said, especially while his gorgeous, lust-filled gaze stayed fixed on hers, allowing his gentle fingertips to tease and explore. 

A tiny, needy gasp escaped her lips when he pressed against her clit with just enough pressure for her to feel it. “Oh,” she gasped.

“Mmm… What’s that, Rose?” His voice had dropped to this drawn-out, ruined thing that could probably make her come from sound alone. “Is that where you want me to touch you? Right… there?” He pressed a little firmer, eyes darkening further as he started to stroke her purposefully. 

Rose made a high pitched sound as her head rolled back, sighing out a “ Yes” as his hand at her lower back kept her from squirming too far away from his dancing fingers. 

The Doctor had the barest hint of a sly little smile when her breathing picked up, each exhalation punctuated with desperate little sounds to mark the weight of her desire. The teasing provided the most addictive blend of pleasure and frustration, and Rose was getting closer and closer to falling apart. 

Basically, if she didn’t have an orgasm soon, she couldn’t be held responsible for what she might do.

“A bit excited?” The Time Lord pressed a little firmer, smiling wide and open-mouthed as he tapped the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

A fluttering feeling of warmth passed through her chest and ended at her loins and she nodded helplessly; eyes hooded while he pet her softly. “Yes…”

“Mhm. I know you are.” He bent down to kiss and suck at the crook of her neck, moaning when she immediately quivered. He kissed a line up to her ear. “Excited and ready to be touched properly, I’d venture,” he murmured, sucking her lobe into his mouth.

Rose rocked into his touch and made a strained noise of frustration, needing him like she needed oxygen to breathe.

He knew precisely what he was doing. How he was affecting her. Likely had the entire time; the bastard. 

His fingertips only grew surer, rubbing her clit with little circles while his breathing grew slower and more laborious. He moaned quietly when her breath hitched on a whimper, and he kissed her again, sucking at her lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth to gently roll against hers. 

Then she felt his touch sliding back over to the crease of her thigh; tracing the edge of her knickers.

Rose moaned into his mouth in anticipation as he slid his fingers beneath the fabric, pushing it to the side and exposing her. He broke away with a peck, pressing a brief kiss to her cheek.

Grazing her dampened curls, he once again set about tapping his teeth with his tongue; repeatedly adding pressure only to withdraw right when it seemed as though he was finally ready to stop fucking toying with her. What was he playing at, exactly? What was he trying to prove? That he could kill a girl with nothing but the power of horniness?! 

Rose attempted to jerk her hips into his fingers, every millimeter of her inner folds aching and begging to be explored, but he was faster than her, escaping her attempt at deeper touch with another little chuckle. 

“We’re almost there,” he purred; his fingers never letting up in their dangerous game. “I really want to touch you properly. Wanna slip right through here-” he pressed the entire length of his middle finger against, but not through her slit, “Right where you’re so very ready for me, Rose Tyler- so I can stroke you until you’re all lovely and trembling.” He ran a single fingertip up and down along her slit again, bringing his lips back to her ear, because he was a man on a mission, and that mission was to kill her. 

“I want to drench my fingers with you,” he growled. “Then I want to play around with your clit until you come.”

He finally pressed up until the resistance gave, and Rose shrieked; feeling him sliding effortlessly between weeping folds with a wet little sound. His eyes rolled back and slid shut.

“Ooh. Gorgeous,” he breathed, pulling his head back to meet her eyes with a smile. “Hot… Wet.” To punctuate his point, his fingers retreated, then pushed back through a bit faster, repeating the noise. “Very wet.” He grinned. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, Rose?”

Rose swallowed roughly and nodded, calling upon some magical strength to speak to this man who sought to torture her. 

“Yeah, I… It’s not really, erm… I’m not… surprised.” She bit down on her tongue as she smiled, and the corners of the Doctor’s eyes wrinkled. Keeping his fingers stationary, he bent down and kissed her cheek softly, then moved in closer, leaning in to press his warm lips to her neck just beneath her ear, where his deep, gravelly voice dismantled what remained of her sanity.

“Oh, I cannot wait to fuck you, Rose. I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside of you, riiiiight here… ” He pressed the tip of his middle finger to her entrance and Rose cursed, pushing her hands into his hair and clinging to him.

“Doctor… Please,” she moaned insistently, rolling her hips forward and shuddering when he finally let her. He slipped a little deeper inside, and he surprised her by adding a second finger on her next thrust, pushing both long digits all the way in with a low and labored groan.

“Oooh. Fuck. That’s…” He shook his head in awe, staring at her with wide eyes. “I knew you’d feel incredible down here, but this is just… Blimey, you’re tight. Now, if I juuust… There. How’s that?” He deliberately pushed and fluttered firmly up into her g-spot, grinning when she moaned loudly. “Good?” 

“Fffff- yes.”

He repeated the gesture, and this time, she squealed. He kissed her cheek. “I thought so.” Pulling his fingers out, he thrust back in quickly, angling so he could push straight upward. He set up a quick, wet rhythm, hitting her spot over and over while a string of broken-off cries and curses lifted from Rose’s lips.

After a moment of working her up, the Doctor retreated, pulling his fingers from inside of her and watching her face as he dragged them up slooowly, up, up, up…

When he finally rolled his hot, slick fingertips over her clit, Rose keened and threw her head back. A huge smile spread slowly across his face.

“Oooh, there you are,” he cooed, stroking the swollen, pulsing nub with gentle side-to-side motions; black eyes delving into hers. “There’s my Rose.”

Her left leg quivered against his thigh. “Oh, Doctor… F-fuck. That’s…” 

“I know,” he whispered tenderly. “Oh, yes. And you’re being so good for me, Rose,” He dropped his forehead down to hers as he feathered the soft pad of his middle finger over her clit, sighing when she peeled through his name. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

In spite of his hard work and constant tinkering, his fingertips were velvety soft; gliding smoothly between her lower lips with no roughness or resistance. They moved over her slick, engorged nerves with just the right amount of pressure to keep her hovering around the edge; delicate caresses delivered with great care and skill while he observed and cataloged her responses to his touch. 

Based on the intense captivation in his eyes, he seemed to take her every reaction as nourishment; little smiles teasing his lips every time he drew a particularly zealous sound; every time there was a telling shift or twist in her facial expression. 

“Rose,” he ground out, slowing his strokes. “Your scent is… intoxicating.” He kissed her, sliding a finger down and back inside of her to pump slowly while he moved his lips against hers. He just as quickly ended the kiss, but kept his lips close enough to brush hers as he murmured to her. 

“I want to make you come with my mouth.” Another soft kiss. “Is that alright?”

“Oh,” Rose gasped, a violent shiver passing through her. Almost instinctively, her legs opened wider, and she drew a steadying breath, nodding fervently. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”

Beaming, the Doctor slipped his fingers back out of her in favor of grasping the waistband of her knickers, arching a brow up at her. “Eager?” He flashed a teasing grin. “Lift.”

Rose brought her hands from his head to the bed and pushed into the mattress just enough to lift her hips. “You’re such… a bloody… tease,” she breathed, watching as he began to draw the garment down her legs. “I should’ve guessed you would be, but I never d- iiid. Ooh.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the Doctor dropping to his knees on the edge of the bed, sliding his palms inward down her thighs until he reached the apex; teasing her labia with light brushes of his thumbs while she spoke to him. 

He stared up at her with a sly little smirk. “Thought about this before then, have you? Tsk… Naughty, naughty Rose.”

Leaning back to rest her weight on her elbows, Rose huffed in feigned annoyance, rolling her eyes playfully. “Don’t be daft. As if you didn’t knooooow, oh, oh fuck, Doctor…”

While she was in the midst of staging her riposte, the Doctor’s thumbs slid down to gently part her folds, baring her to his hungry gaze. Rose didn’t even have a full second to register that he’d done it before he’d dropped his mouth to her slick flesh, drawing his tongue from her entrance upward and pausing to flick over the pulsing bud with a ragged moan.

“Ooooh,” he groaned against her, eyes sliding shut. “Lovely.” Sighing contentedly, he opened his eyes to half-mast, staring up at her. His lips turned up at the corners. “I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to make you come very hard, Rose Tyler.”

Rose hummed inconsolably. She might’ve been loving his latent dirty mouth, but at this point, if she didn’t come soon, she was convinced she might separate from her body to live out eternity in some sort of hell dimension.

“Please,” she breathed out. “Doctor… I need.. .”

Gaze still fixed on hers, he nodded slowly, silently acknowledging her pain. Using the ring and forefinger of his right hand to keep her spread to him, he moved his left hand lower, using the flat of his thumb to push the slick concentration of her arousal from her entrance up over her sensitized bundle of nerves. It was the only time he broke eye contact, checking to make sure he was satisfied with his work as he drew a wet and generous spiral around his prize. 

As soon as he was ready, his eyes snapped back up to hers with a look that said he was through playing games. Rose’s breath caught; locked into his dark gaze as his mouth descended on her.

Rose’s world came to a screeching halt when he immediately drew her clit into his mouth, relief flooding through her; filling the room with her insistent little whimpers and shaky, desperate moans. The Doctor’s lips felt hot around her; coated with her slick need as he set about nursing the ache of her arousal away.

He spent a long moment slowly lapping at her within the confines of his soft, sucking pulls, humming quietly in appreciation; releasing her labia from his fingers’s grasp so he could slide both hands beneath her bum and hold her against his mouth. 

“Oooh-” Rose’s head fell back, electricity shooting through her with each draw of his lips; each slow twist of his clever tongue. Her back arched, unbidden; giving herself over like an offering while her Doctor consumed and devoured her. 

“I- fuck. Fuck. Oh god.” Her hands grasped hold of the sheets beneath her and held on tightly, skin tingling with the onslaught of sensation; nerves set alight by the ministrations of the Time Lord’s hot mouth and smooth, wonderful tongue. 

Rose was having a difficult time accepting what was happening; a fantasy coming to life as the Doctor performed oral on her right in the bed where she’d imagined that very scenario more times than she’d ever admit. She couldn’t believe she’d been so scared to have an orgasm by accident in the infirmary, and now she was moments away from having one on his tongue by request.  

He was making a surprising amount of noise against her and getting louder; thick and guttural moans rumbling against her while he kept his mouth nestled snugly between her lips. While he kept her swollen clit in his gentle grasp, he rolled the soft flat of his tongue over and over and over against it; wet and warm and eager. 

Rose’s legs began to quiver on either side of his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted, spiraling out and losing her grip on reality; feeling her body reaching peak sensitivity in preparation for release. 

She was close- had essentially been on the brink since he’d rubbed her through her knickers, if not before- but the rampant tightening in her lower abdomen signaled the inevitable, and the Doctor’s increasingly enthusiastic sounds suggested he was well aware of that fact. 

Every muscle in her body was wrung taut with anticipation, stringing her up before slowly sawing at the rope. She went silent until the only sound in the room became the soft sucking sounds of the Doctor’s mouth around her clit, which evolved into a series of low, reverberating moans of encouragement. 

He could only be bothered to break the suction for a single second, keeping his mouth against her sex as he moaned a muffled little “Let go, Rose,” then latched right back on. He drew his tongue warmly around the bud and caressed her, wrapping an arm around her thigh to press her hips into the bed.

The precursor to an intense orgasm began coming to life in her body before it hit her; like distant thunder rolling before a crack that’s so powerful it shakes the windows in their frames. She felt that warmth tickling deep in her belly and swelling in time with the Doctor’s suckling, resonating in her fingers and toes in preparation to fall. Then he flicked his tongue over her clit just so…

Rose erupted into a series of piercing, unrestrained cries as her climax rocketed through her, her back arching and twisting; little tattered sounds escaping between gasps of air while the Doctor encouraged and extended her release. He had one hand wrapped tightly around her thigh and clinging to her, his other arm still pressing her down while he moaned against her.

As she came down, the Doctor drew lazy circles around the nub in time with her pulse, guiding her back into herself until he knew she was sated. He pressed a few gentle, lingering kisses over her clit and stood back up, smiling like it was suddenly the greatest day of his life. Rose exhaled sharply.

“Oh-... M-my god… I…” Her eyes widened as she looked up at the ridiculously pleased Time Lord. “My voice sounds like it’s coming from the other room,” she laughed, breaking into a fit of giggles. “I can barely hear myself… talk!”

The Doctor wiped his mouth, staring gleefully down at her. “Oh, brilliant! That’s just your heart rate and blood pressure returning to their regular levels. The pressure changes in your inner ear change the acoustic properties of the way you perceive sound.” 

“... Yeah?” Rose could only sort of make out the information wrapped up in his little soliloquy; barely able to register any sensory input whatsoever in her state of blissful yesyesyes -ness.

The Doctor cocked his head to the side as he glanced up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Your inner ear is quite the complicated little piece of engineering, Rose. It’s remarkably sensitive to things such as pressure changes. However, that sort of thing tends to only happen in the human female, and- dare I say- only if the climax is rather impressive. So, in short… You’re very welcome.” He bounced his eyebrows. 

Rose threw her arm to her side and grabbed her pillow, bursting into laughter as she flung it at the Doctor’s face. “Come off it! Would it kill you to be humble?” 

He was quicker than her, catching the fluffy projectile in midair right before it hit him. “And, while we’re at it, that bit of slap-happiness you’re exuding? You can thank the complex interplay of your parasympathetic and sympathetic nervous systems. Oxytocin and endorphins. But…” 

The Doctor tossed the pillow off to the side as he finally crawled up to lie on his side, facing her. Propping his head up on his hand, he gazed down at her. “I feel it’s paramount that I tell you just how wonderful of an experience that was for me,” he murmured. “You’re just stunning when you come, Rose- and you taste extraordinary.”

Burning red, Rose squirmed a little, suddenly very conscious of her nudity, of the sweat beading up on her forehead, the scar from that particularly nasty pimple on her chin when she was thirteen. “... Really?”

“Oh, yes.” The Doctor smiled. 

For a moment, they just mirrored each other’s tender expressions. Rose felt oddly embarrassed under his loving scrutiny, but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why, until it became blindingly obvious in her head: She never thought the Doctor could feel this way about her. Never thought he’d ever look at her like that.  

It was all extremely unexpected, and the fact that any of this was even happening at all felt like a miracle. 

Then he reached for her face, running his fingertips along the apple of her cheek before cupping her beneath her jaw. 

“Can I kiss you again?” 

Rose pulled her head back, reaching up to run her fingers back through her hair. “Really, Doctor? Don’t you think we’re, I dunno, past asking?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t want to presume.”

Rolling her eyes teasingly, she shook her head at him. “You could’ve been kissing me for almost the whole time we’ve known each other. Of course you can kiss me.”

The Doctor smirked. “The whole time, you say?”

“Oh, shut up.” 

Feeling somewhat emboldened, Rose grabbed him by both sides of his head and practically dragged his face to hers, capturing his lips and moaning at the residual evidence of what he’d just been doing to her. 

The Doctor’s hand left her face, and soon, she felt his long fingers at her side, clinging to her ribs and rubbing slowly up and down as he deepened the kiss with his tongue.

They both made little sounds of contentment as they twined together warmly; their arms naturally finding their way around each other. It wasn’t long before they were both on their sides and the Doctor was dragging her body tightly against his.

They both shivered when his still-very-hard cock came into contact with her lower belly. and Rose broke away, taking deep breaths as she met his eyes. He looked just a bit sheepish. 

After everything. Sheepish!

“Doctor…” She looked down at his chest, tracing little circles and lines into the light bit of hair there. “Do you still wanna… Erm…” She looked up at him through her long lashes, blushing furiously. His mask fell away to reveal a much warmer- and somehow even sexier- expression.

“You still want to?” He brought a hand to her upper arm and curled his fingers around it, running his palm up and down. 

“Yeah, but… Only if you want to, too.”

“Oh, I want to.” He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I want to very much.”

X

Rose’s face flushed with such intensity that the Doctor could actually feel the heat of it warming up his own cheeks. It was adorable. Rose Tyler, naked in bed, looking at him like he was the only man in the entire universe.

Very sweetly requesting to have sex with him.

Honestly, he had been almost painfully hard throughout the day; only exacerbating the problem when he boldly went waltzing into his companion’s bedroom without considering the consequences. His purposes were single-minded and a bit reckless, but so very worth it. 

He’d yearned for Rose for so long; cared for her and cherished her and utterly adored her. 

Of course he wanted to make love to her, too.

It was fortunate that she seemed every bit as receptive to progressing their friendship into something more as he’d been, even if that involved the very unexpected addition of ‘dirty talking’.

That was a new activity to the Doctor. He was aware of the racy pastime, of course- but it’d never been something he’d indulged in. He was never much of a ‘sex for pleasure’ type in the first place; at least not since he was much, much younger. He’d spent a long while considering himself to be above such activities, for all intents and purposes. 

Of course he’d had sex before, but not to excess… And never with anyone he cared for with such smoldering vehemence as Rose Tyler.

Rose, of course, made him want to do all sorts of things he would normally consider terrible ideas. She just made everything more fun. More interesting. More ‘worth it’.

As it turned out, saying salacious things to her came quite naturally. There was something oddly empowering about the way she responded to it. Just his voice and a touch of imagination and she was done for. Like a sexy little short cut. 

Not that he needed or wanted a shortcut. He could spend hours doting on this precious girl.

It didn’t matter that he hadn’t planned for any of this. It was obvious how much they both wanted it, and after the sonic incident, it would likely have been impossible for either of them to go back to the way things were. 

It was just a wonderful- albeit initially quite painful, from Rose’s perspective- example of a serendipitous occurrence to get things moving in the right direction. 

He could deal with the tricky details later. Right now, he had a very naked and willing companion staring lovingly at him, trailing a hand down his side and chewing at her gorgeous, plump lower lip. 

He was going to make love to her. 

Err… Well. He might have used the phrase “fuck her relentlessly”, but it’s all the same.

The dual beat of his hearts picked up steadily the further down her fingers trailed, and he heard her breathing growing a bit shaky; even more so as her soft touch landed at his waistband. 

The Doctor could only stare, slack-jawed, at Rose while she cautiously began to slip her hand inside, wrapping her hot fingers around where he was still rock-hard and aching for her.

His hips immediately jutted into her touch. “Fuck,” he gasped. Rose flashed one of her little teasing grins with the tongue and the twinkling eyes and blimey, what the hell is wrong with her, grabbing hold of his cock and looking at him like that? It’s like she’s just begging to be pinned down and shagged to bits.

The Doctor sucked in a breath, then smiled nervously. “It’s, erm, been awhile.”

Rose’s smile only grew. “Yeah, me too. It’s alright. I just…” She gripped him a little tighter, running her hand down the length of him, and he trembled. “You’re… wow.” She swallowed hard and released him, presumably once she’d gotten a sufficient lay of the land. “O-okay, then.”

A gross wave of machismo washed over the Time Lord, which he actively tamped down. He tried very, very hard to keep from looking too smug, but he knew he failed. He had gotten a bit lucky with this body’s pre-installed equipment…

“Good?” He arched a brow.

Rose glared at him, fighting a smile. “Oh, don’t be thick.”

The Doctor tilted his head. “Welllll, I can’t help it, actually. Regeneration’s always a bit of a lottery- ow!” He lifted his arm to look where she’d smacked him, then frowned. “Rude.”

Rose burst out laughing. “Sorry, I just can’t sit here and listen to you pretend you don’t know you’ve got a-...” She cleared her throat, once again turning red in the dark. She perked up, raising her eyebrows as she sought to change the subject. “Anyway, you’re wearing too much, Doctor. I’m feeling a bit exposed.”

“Oh, alright, then.” He winked and practically hopped off the bed, dropping his boxers to the floor without a shred of ceremony and crawling back up beside her, fully starkers. “Better?”

Rose sat up until her face was level with his. She beamed. “Yeah.”

The Doctor leaned in, tilting his head and bringing his lips to hers as his eyes slid shut. “Good.” 

He kissed her briefly and tenderly, inhaling deeply through his nose to revel in her scent and taking a moment to appreciate how soft and warm she felt against his mouth. 

He couldn’t believe he got to do this now; kiss Rose Tyler freely. Brilliant. 

Surprisingly, she broke the kiss after very little time; her expression having shifted to something a bit more serious. 

“Are we gonna be alright after this? You ‘n me?”

The Doctor regarded her with confusion at first, then softened with a smile. “Oh, undoubtedly. You’re stuck with this old Time Lord, I’m afraid- so I suggest you get used to it.” 

The tension in Rose’s body left in a near-palpable woosh, and she returned his smile, if not growing a bit bashful again. 

“So…” She pinched a bit of the duvet beneath her between her fingers. “We’re really about to…?” 

The Doctor chuckled. “Well… Yes.” He decided to allow his eyes to rake down the length of her slowly- boldly- before traveling back up; pupils most assuredly twice as dilated as they were before. “As soon as you’re ready.” He offered an open, affectionate gaze.

After a moment of nibbling at her lower lip, Rose nodded, smiling shyly. “Yeah. Just, erm… Help me, just a bit? Before we…”

Pausing to think for a second, the Doctor perked up quickly. “Oh! Yes, of course.” He moved in, sliding over until the front of his body was pressed into her side. He looked down at her with a sweet grin. “Hello.”

“Hey,” she chimed, returning the doting warmth of his gaze. 

The Doctor’s hearts sped up against her. He took the arm that wasn’t propping up his torso and wrapped it around her waist, gaze flickering from her eyes to her lips a few times.

It was all just a bit barmy. He hadn’t been all that antsy about any of this before- err, perhaps a little, but not terribly- and now that they were about to cross that final line, well…

The Doctor was nervous.

He didn’t realize how quickly he’d advanced on her until he bumped Rose’s nose with his, and he froze; breath stopping dead in his throat as he was once again face-to-face with the woman he was about to give everything to.

Anxiety flooded him for an instant, and he panicked about whether he’d be good enough for her, whether she’d enjoy sex with a 900-year-old Time Lord, whether he’d scare her away… 

Whether she’d decide all of this was a mistake.

Then she grabbed his hand at her side and dragged it down between her legs and his worries evaporated in an instant.

(As far as sex goes, the Doctor was certainly a bloke in all the ways that mattered.)

“Oh,” he gasped as he slid his fingers back between her sodden folds, eyes briefly rolling back when he felt her clit pulse beneath his touch. “Rose. You’re… quite ready, I see.”

“I want you,” she whined quietly. “Have for like two years. Of course I’m ‘ready’, you git.” 

Trying to mask the tenderness of his reaction, he smirked, beginning to draw slick circles around her little nub. “Then I suppose it’d be quite cruel of me to deny you.” He pushed that same finger down and inside of her and pressed repeatedly up into the cushion of her g-spot, gritting his teeth when she dropped back into the bed moaning and writhing. 

He’d always considered Rose to be stunning, but watching her like this, losing herself in pleasure… Allowing him to see her like this, sharing this with him, it was almost too much- but in the most spectacular way.

The Doctor pushed a second finger inside slowly and she gasped, throwing her head to the side facing him and breathing roughly when he started to thrust very deliberately into her. He lowered his face to hers and pressed a kiss to her damp forehead before bringing his mouth to her ear, stealing a surreptitious taste of her sweat on his lips before he spoke quietly to her.

 “What do you want, Rose?”

Rose’s back arched. “Ahhh…” 

The Doctor nipped at her earlobe, prodding her spot as Rose’s cries filled the room along with a series of wet, lascivious sounds. 

“That’s not a proper answer.” 

She groaned and bucked into his hand. “Doctor.”

“Mm. Listen to how wet you are. You are soaking, Rose. You don’t just want my fingers, do you?” He dropped an open-mouth kiss to her neck and sucked. 

Rose whimpered, her hips beginning to meet every push. “N-no,” she whimpered. 

“No?... You’d prefer a bit more?”

“Yes… Please.”

The Doctor lifted back up to look down into her desperate, half-lidded eyes. “How much more?” he nearly growled, pulling his fingers from her heat and bringing them to his mouth so he could slowly suck the digits clean. Rose looked to be just short of losing consciousness with lust at that point; the poor thing. 

He wouldn’t make her suffer too much longer.

“I want you insi-ide,” she pleaded, almost in pain. “Doctor…” Her hips jutted into nothing, and the Doctor smiled around his impromptu little snack. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he removed his fingers from his mouth with a pop, then trailed that hand right back down her body, stopping just before her curls. 

“I bet you want me to slide my cock inside of you,” he murmured darkly; low and deep. “You want me to make you come with a good, hard fuck, don’t you, Rose?”

Once again reduced to whimpers, she nodded. “God… Doctor… Yes. Please.”

His subtle little smirk shifted into a grin, and then he pulled her thigh towards him, opening her legs a bit before rolling right on top of her.

“Since you asked so nicely…” 

Rose, flirting with the edge of delirium, looked so wonderfully unhinged; wrapping her arms around his neck and panting softly. “Please shut up and fuck me.”

Eyebrows shooting up in surprise, the Doctor chuckled, then he was reaching down between them to take himself in his hand. His voice lowered to a smooth, husky drawl. “Oh… I’d be happy to.” Then he was pressing between her silky folds.

They both groaned as he raked his entire length up through her dripping sex, stroking her clit with the smooth skin of his cock. Rose rolled up into him and attempted to bury her heels into his arse, then the backs of his thighs, but he was calculated; wanting to ensure he remembered every bit of nuance relating to the first time he ever made love to Rose Tyler.

“Doctooor,” she whined, eyes squeezing shut as her head rolled back in desperation. 

Saying nothing, the Doctor slid down to her entrance, dipping just the head inside with a guttural moan.

“Aahh,” Rose gasped; her eyes flying open to meet his. “Yes…”

He’d only gotten the smallest taste, but already, the Doctor was dizzy with want. He withdrew and repeated the action, dipping into her tight heat with just the head before drawing back. When Rose whimpered like the tortured little soul that she was, he smirked, tracing her folds gently and teasing her clit with slow, smooth little strokes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, lost in the sight of her spread out and begging and glowing beneath him. Her tongue slid across her lips to moisten them as she stared up at him, blushing furiously, panting with need.

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” she managed between deep, unsteady breaths; smiling wide.

The Doctor smiled back, bringing himself to rest at her entrance once more. A look filled with longing and love and elation passed between them and stayed there, his hearts thrumming chaotically as they swelled and overflowed for this girl he was absolutely about to shag to pieces.

“Ready?” he cooed, gazing at her. Rose nodded.

“Yes.”

Lowering his face to steal one final sweet and lingering kiss, the Doctor lifted himself up, eyes boring into hers as he slowly began to push inside of her. 

“Doctor,” she breathed, breath catching, and he hummed, pressing another soft kiss to her forehead.

”Yes,” he whispered. “Oh, yes…”

She whimpered the last couple of inches and he paused, turning his head in concern, opening his mouth to ask if she was alright when she spoke first.

“No, no, no- I’m fine. Please, just…” She wove her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Please make love to me before I go mad.” She eyed him teasingly, and the Doctor’s mouth opened in a huge grin. 

‘Make love’. Oh, yes.

“Anything for you,” he murmured, and then he was drawing back, sliding out before thrusting back in slowly. They both moaned until he was fully sheathed; shuddery breaths passing between them.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she gasped out, biting her lip in a bashful little smile.

The Doctor tilted his head to the side, fighting the smug smile toying with the corners of his lips. “Welllll…”

Rose broke into giggles, jostling her perfect breasts as she did so. Her face was flushed and her hair was sticking to her lightly dampened skin, and she looked like the most wonderful thing the Doctor had ever seen. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, then to her chin, then her collarbone, and then he took a pink, perfect nipple in his mouth and softly sucked as he began to thrust into her with slow, shallow strokes.

“Ooh- oooh- fuck,” Rose dropped her head back again, clinging to his hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other. The Doctor released the stiffened peak and moved to the other breast, flittering over the neglected nipple with his tongue before sucking tenderly.

It’d been so long since he’d had sex, but he could never remember it feeling like this. That burning, aching desire to feel every inch of her skin against his as he moved within her; the palpable need to hold her gaze while he pushed, over and over, into her dripping heat... She was hot and wet and tight like he couldn’t believe, mewling and moaning melodiously; quivering through whispers and moans of his name.

“Rose,” the Doctor rasped, his voice rough and heavy with emotion. “My Rose...” 

His trembling companion shifted her hips beneath him at his words, and she rocked up into him; insisting with her body and her eyes.

The Doctor obliged.

Dropping down to his forearms, he kissed her just as he began moving with purpose, fucking her harder; filling her completely with each thrust.

He could feel her clenching as he encased himself inside of her, immense waves of pleasure and warmth flooding every nerve and synapse as he tended to her with long, deep strokes. He buried his thick cock to the hilt over and over as his name repeatedly broke through her stuttering cries, and she looked wonderful; wild and wanting. 

The telltale cocktail of hormones Rose exuded wrapped around the Doctor’s senses like a spell as he drove into her faster, and he moaned helplessly; unable to be stopped. She was crying out as he gasped, she cursed and he parroted her, they shivered and clung to each other, and there had never been anything better across all of time and space… Of that, he was certain.

He could feel the combination of her snug and silken sex, her nails biting into his left shoulder blade, her fingers tugging enthusiastically at his hair, and oh fuck, he loves her. Almost embarrassingly so. He couldn’t get enough of the way her lovely, precious face twisted and tensed every time entered her; hitting her spot just right with the swollen head of his cock.

It’s quite remarkable, really- how finally getting to have sex with Rose seemed to obliterate the Doctor’s ability to say much of anything. And here he’d nearly talked himself out of words up until that point. 

He only acknowledged this as a fleeting thought in between musings of how unbelievably fucking good she felt wrapped around him, hot and squeezing and soaking, so, so, so tight that it’s a miracle he was able to fit inside of her at all, but he wasn’t about to question it. Instead, he moved a hand down her body until he reached her thigh, looping his arm underneath her knee and pushing it up towards her breasts.

When he slid into her this time, Rose’s mouth dropped open with a gorgeous, unrestrained cry that melted into a long and husky moan as he wasted no time picking back up where he left off. He ground his hips into hers each time their bodies came together, feeling and hearing her getting wetter, watching her unravel into a woman ready to break apart. 

“I can’t wait to feel you come while I’m inside of you,” the Doctor purred, surprising himself; finding that the thought was so loud and honest that apparently even his brain couldn’t possibly withhold it from her. 

Rose whimpered and tightened her arms around him. “Close,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut again. “Fuck. Oh fuck, Doctor. There- that- that- yes- fuck!”

A long and guttural groan passed through his lips as he pushed into her a little faster, suddenly yearning to undo her. 

“Ooh, that’s it, come on, come on, come on,” he panted quickly and eagerly as he fucked her properly; hard, determined thrusts pulling a litany of fuck’ s and Doctor ’s and god ’s from the lips of the ever-spiraling blonde beneath him. He could feel her tensing everywhere, growing rigid and even tighter, opening her eyes to meet his once more.

Losing himself in her gaze, the Doctor smiled at her as he panted through his thrusts, squeezing her thigh in encouragement. She held her breath, eyebrows drawing together, and then she froze; two seconds passing before she dropped back and arched while she cried out, wordless and broken. 

Growling his elation, the Doctor’s hand dropped to her bum to guide her hips into his hard thrusts as her orgasm washed over her; wracking her body with powerful spasms while she fluttered deliciously around him.

It was exceptional. 

He slowed as she began to come down, panting and sweaty and glorious and perhaps convulsing just a little bit; her smile glowing bright enough to light the room. The Doctor was smiling too, beside himself; wanting very badly to tell her he loved her but not believing he had the strength to do so just yet.

Then Rose’s face fell a little, staring up at him with doe eyes. 

“Why’d you stop?” Her voice was tiny. The Doctor laughed.

“Thought you might need a second,” he mused. “Though I’m perfectly amicable if you’re willing to go a-”

“Ah-!” she jumped, startled, and the Doctor quirked a brow in confusion. 

“Rose, what’s-... Ooohhh!”

He watched as she reached down to her side and brandished the sonic screwdriver, which had managed to roll towards them in the throes of their shagging; cold metal connecting with her hot, flushed skin. 

Their eyes met, curious expressions mirroring each other.

“You know,” The Doctor began, feeling himself twitch inside of her as his imagination began to come back to life. “I might just have an idea.”

The look of intrigue on her face was all the encouragement he needed, and he snatched the sonic from her fingers, quickly sliding backwards out of her body and off of the bed. 

Rose didn’t get any time to lament over the loss before he’d grabbed her hips, once again yanking her to the edge. She yelped and giggled and he joined in, feeling ridiculous and giddy and very, very happy.

Not saying another word for a moment, the Doctor adjusted her legs, bringing one of her feet up to rest on the edge of the bed before he took her right leg and lifted it to rest her ankle on his shoulder. Rose stared up at him, mesmerized; worrying her lip between her teeth as she waited patiently.

Staring into her eyes, the Doctor once again took hold of his length at the base and began to trace and tease her folds. He flashed an impression of her tongue-touched grin. 

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any wetter than you already were before… Minx.”

“Shut up,” she murmured, clearly using her smile to toy with him.

Raising his eyebrows accusingly, the Doctor slid down to her entrance and began to fuck her with only the head of his cock, watching her repeatedly gasp in anticipation as he moved. 

“You- fucking- tease,” she panted, trying and failing to thrust her hips to take more of him, but barely having any leverage in her position.

The Doctor cocked his head to the side again; the picture of innocence. “You told me to shut up.” He shrugged. “This is how I’ve chosen to punish you.” 

Rose dropped her head with a groan. “Doctooor.”

“Roooose.” 

The next time he rolled his hips forward, he gave her just a little more, drumming up false hope, then resumed his teasing immediately after. 

It was very, very difficult to keep from smiling.

“Doctor, please,” she begged in between tiny moans; voice quivering.

The Time Lord leaned a little closer to her. 

“Only if you apologize for being so very rude, Rose Tyler.” He surreptitiously reached to where he’d set the sonic at her side, maintaining his rhythm the entire time. “You’ve hurt my feelings.”

Rose lifted her head and met his eyes, her lower lip jutting out in a cartoonish pout. “I’m sorry.”

The Doctor finally allowed himself to grin. “Good.” 

Without warning, he pointed the sonic at her clit, turning it on the same instant he buried himself fully inside of her.

“Oooh fuuuck,” Rose half-cried, half-moaned, low and labored; her entire body shaking. “Ahhhh…”

Keeping the sonic held in place, the Doctor began to drive into her with long, deep thrusts, moaning low and long right along with her. He hadn’t foreseen it, but the pulses from his screwdriver were traveling straight through her, and into him, stimulating both of them in addition to the magnetic friction of their lovemaking. 

It was instantly clear why things had gone the way they had in the infirmary. The fact that Rose had kept herself from coming as long as she had on that table was mind-boggling, and honestly made him feel a little guilty. She must have been suffering.

“Oh, Rose…” The Doctor grit his teeth, clinging to her thigh as he rocked into her. “Oh, fuck.” 

“Doctor,” she gasped. “Oh my god. Oh, don’t stop…” 

He wouldn’t, of course- choosing instead to hold tightly to her as he soniced her clit and plunged in deep, then drew back and plunged in deeper; harder. 

An almost endless ribbon of inconsolable hums and moans and gasps played out between them over the whirring of the sonic, stimulating them both, dragging them towards the edge together.

“Are you going to come again for me, Rose?” he crooned as his eyes dug into hers, dark and piercing. “I’d reeaally like it if you did.” 

“Y-yes,” she breathed, “Oooh fuck. Yes.” 

“Mmm. Good girl,” the Doctor moaned, steadily increasing the force of his thrusts until his hips were crashing into hers. “Oh, I love fucking you. Come on, sweetheart... That’s it…”

Rose started to cry out, her voice bordering on feral, each time their bodies came together. She looked incredible; tremors rocking her erratically as her muscles tightened and contracted all over in a beautiful precursor. 

She’d lost the ability to form proper words and was now wailing through her pleasure, squeezing the duvet so tightly her knuckles turned white around her grasp. Fractured pieces of the Doctor’s name and filthy words and primal growls flew from her mouth and flooded his senses, blending with the beat of their bodies and the endless sonic whirring to create a tune of sexually-charged chaos all around them.

“Rose,” the Doctor ground out, feeling the rapid, electric onset of pressure building up within him as he neared his own release. He turned his head and kissed her ankle, dragging his teeth along her skin as he started to feather the sonic against her. “Come with me, Rose. Ooh, you’re so close. Please…” 

Without much warning, a sudden deep and wavering moan dragged itself slowly from Rose’s throat as she dropped back onto the bed, twisting her back upward as her climax began crashing through her. 

Completely rapt, the Doctor’s mouth dropped open in awe while he watched break apart beneath him; clinging to the sight for the whole two seconds he was able to maintain composure before the rhythmic squeezing of her muscles set him off. 

At once, he came with a strangled shout, burying his cock with hard, ruthless thrusts as he emptied himself inside of her. He just barely had the forethought to toss the Sonic once she reached her peak so he could press his thumb between her folds, gently massaging her clit through the end of her orgasm; slowing her release down so they could ride it out together.

The world was a bit fuzzy around the edges when he withdrew from the warm embrace of her sex and crawled up beside her, but he was perfectly aware enough to drag her into his arms and snog her into a stupor. 

Being that they were both already in a bit of a stupor, it wound up being a lazy, languid massage of lips and tongues while their hands caressed touched and wandered all over. 

They were breathless, giddy even in spite of their exhaustion, and it took a very, very long time for them to separate.

When finally, they were able to will their lips to part, their eyes locked, and together, they sighed happily; immediately breaking into a fit of giggles at the symmetry. 

“Blimey,” the Doctor breathed. “Think we might need to travel down spidery wells more often. What’ve you got going on tomorrow?” 

Rose released her grip on his shoulder to give him a little shove. “Git.”

They both grinned.

“Thank you,” she added softly. “For healing me. For this. For everything.”

The Doctor waved dismissively. “Nah. It was nothing. Just a bit of this-n-that. Got you all squared away.” He leaned in and gave her a quick, chaste kiss. “My pleasure, Rose Tyler.” He beamed.

After a moment of silence, Rose’s expression shifted, and she was suddenly narrowing her eyes at him.

“When you said that bit about me talking while I was drugged out, you were just pullin’ my leg, yeah?” She smirked. “Like I’d ever be dumb enough to give myself away like that.”

The Doctor stared at her with a blank expression for several seconds, and then, very slowly, a smug smile spread across his face.

Rose’s jaw dropped in horror. “No.”

“Yep.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

He was full-on grinning now. Rose just shook her head. 

“Remind me never to listen to you again when you wanna get clever with where you park the TARDIS.” She then disentangled herself from his arms, hopping out of bed and walking away. 

The Doctor sat up, eyes wide. “Rose, wait! Don’t leave. I thought it was cute!”

She turned on her heel and placed her hands on her hips. “I just have to wee, you daft alien.” She paused. “You won’t be gone when I come back, right?”

“‘Fraid not,” he murmured. “If you thought you were stuck with me before, well…” Placing his hands behind his head, he turned his head and winked at her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He watched as Rose flashed him a little smile and disappeared into her ensuite, then hopped out of bed as soon as she closed the door.

He wasn’t going to leave her, but he was going to surprise her- sending a request for his ship to do a bit of room-shifting on his behalf.

A moment later, when Rose opened the door, she stepped out into the Doctor’s bedroom, eyes widening at the Time Lord, who was stretched out in his bed- completely starkers still.

“What?” he began innocently enough. “I just figured… You know. Since we’re doing this now, you should move in here.” He scrunched up his nose. “We’re not spending the rest of your life shagging in a pink bed, Rose.”

After a few seconds of shock, she grinned wide, taking a running jump into his (far superior) bed and throwing her arms around him.

“I’m still gonna have to go and get my jimjams,” she mumbled into his neck.

The Doctor chuckled, pulling her tightly against him. 

“Don’t you dare.”

-The End-