Author's note: So this is a short little 3-part smutfic I wrote for a friend of mine on the Livejournal community Time and Chips a couple years back. Thought I'd post it here so others could enjoy it as well. ;)

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"...the woman you love?"

He threw down his sonic screwdriver in disgust. With the Dalek, with the situation. Mostly with himself. For not saying something to her, for not admitting to himself even. Pacing the length of the control room, he muttered curses under his breath in more languages than she would have even thought existed, were she there to hear. Thankfully she'd gone to her room straight off, and was most likely either sleeping or thinking, neither of which would have anything to do with him, he was sure. After all, it wasn't like she was the one standing here desperately trying to fend off thoughts that had no business being thought of. Almost of their own volition, his feet took him quietly down the hallway until they brought him to a stop right in front of her door. Feeling for all the world that this was a Very Bad Idea, and that Nothing Good could happen, it was with a detached sense of being that he turned the knob and softly opened the door. He didn't want to disturb her if she were sleeping or reading or...or...

"Sweet Mother of Chaos!" he whispered harshly. And stayed silent, knowing he should walk away but unable to do anything but stare.

"...mmm...always loved those hands of yours...oh...just like that..."

He'd seen galaxies form and die. He'd watched the birth of a thousand planets, a million stars. Seen sunsets in rainbow colors. Watched silver rain fall on fields of velvet blue grass. And he had never, in all his 900 years or so, seen anything to match the vision that was Rose Tyler, stretched out on top of her duvet in only a wispy pair of knickers and a matching bra, eyes closed as she ran her hands over herself, voice throaty and breathy as she spoke to what she assumed was no audience. The proverbial forbidden fruit, more off-limits to him than anything he'd ever known...and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

If he'd have been paying attention, he would have realized that his hearts had gone into a stuttering overdrive, that his breathing had deepened, that his temperature was rising. It would have dawned on him in a matter of seconds that he was getting turned on by this sight - a thing most rare indeed, as a Time Lord's sex drive was not high on the list of active processes. He would have noticed...if he wasn't wholly focused on the beautiful little blond writhing on her bed, the one who'd gotten inside his formidable armor and planted seeds of Rose there. He knew the Dalek had been right. And he knew he would never ever do anything about it. He would leave right now. In just a minute.

He knew he shouldn't be jealous, but thoughts of who she might be thinking of flashed through his mind, adding fuel to the inferno already blazing. What he wouldn't give to be the one behind her eyelids now, the one she so obviously wanted, needed. Ridiculous fantasy, but he found himself wishing she'd just whisper a name so he'd know who to mentally take out his frustration on. Her flushed skin, her panting breath...Rassilon! He should leave. Now. Right now. Just walk away, go back to tinkering in the control room and pretending he had something to fix. Just. Walk. Out. Now. She was talking again, and even as he hated himself for not having the control to go elsewhere, he was leaning closer, straining to hear what she was saying, thanking whichever gods were listening that she hadn't opened her eyes, because that would be a pretty pickle now, wouldn't it? Her quiet moans slowly gained in volume as she urged her fantasy lover to greater heights, and he was as helpless as an infant under the onslaught of emotion he was buried in, helpless to do anything but watch and listen.

"...oh god...yes...yes...oh, I need...please...oh...OH...Right...There! YES! DOCTOR!!"

The last thing he registered as his amazingly advanced brain shut itself off was that she had rolled over and opened her eyes. He saw the utter mortification in their passion-rich depths. And then he saw nothing at all.

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{he was there...her Doctor...eyes sparkling as she leaned playfully against the console of the TARDIS, she could see his veneer of control start to crack...she advanced on him, loving the way his sparkling blue eyes seemed both panicked and enthralled...licking her top lip, watching him follow her tongue, thinking of what she planned to do to him with that same tongue...she never gave him a chance to excape...leaning forward, she grabbed his jacket in both hands and closed her lips over his...so soft, so RIGHT...she could kiss him forever...well, except for the fact that she wanted more...his hands on her arms...she could feel his desire warring with his ridiculous list of reasons to not do this...she set about shattering that list to pieces...her hands snaking around to his flat stomach...lower...feeling him gasp into her mouth as she teased the straining bulge with her fingertips...pulling back just enough to divest herself of her shirt, to stand before him clad only in the most erotic bra and shortest skirt the Tardis had in the wardrobe, legs clad in stockings and feet encased in five inch heels because she knew he loved her legs...she leaned back against the console again and propped one foot up on the edge of a box that just happened to be there...without a word he came to her, kneeling at her feet, his hands working their way up from her slender ankles...up the legs she knew were driving him mad...higher...under the skirt...her head fell back as he swiped his fingers over her sensitive heat...stroking gently, then more firmly when he realized she wasn't wearing anything else under the skirt...first one, then two fingers slipping deftly into her aching core...his voice, whispering that he needed to hear her, wanted to listen...anything for him, just so long as he didn't stop...whispering at first, louder, louder...oh god...yes...yes...oh, I need...please...oh...OH...Right...There! Yes! DOCTOR!!...her eyes fluttering open...seeing him standing there, watching her with an expression of sheer agony on his face...oh dear GOD! He saw her - she was - and with that she stared in humiliated outrage as he slumped to the floor in a boneless heap.