Envy's Slave - Pairing of Ninth Doctor and Rose Tyler
Other Characters - Jack Harkness plus a couple of surprise guests later
Have rated the story M for later chapters.
Disclaimer: The TV show Doctor Who is owned by the BBC and sadly not by me.
The Doctor and Rose were lying in silence on the Doctor's bed; both awake after a nights slumber. It had become an accepted ritual between them that she would sleep there since the first moment she realised he suffered horrific nightmares of the Time War. Sharing the same bed was simply a reason to give and receive comfort between friends; purely a platonic relationship or so they kept telling themselves.
"Gwilgoloth," uttered the Doctor suddenly breaking the silence.
"What?" replied Rose.
"Gwilgoloth, we will visit there today. The planet boasts some of the best markets in the galaxy. They are well known for providing a variety of rare and beautiful objects; treasures you have only imagined Rose, and I know you will not be able to resist," he finished enticingly.
Rose's curiosity was piqued but she was not fooled for a second. She knew the Doctor fairly well and guessed he had a hidden agenda for suggesting they visit this planet, but, perhaps did not want to worry her.
"Doctor you don't usually like visiting markets unless you are scrounging parts for the TARDIS," she stated.
"Oi, you saying I can't do something nice for you, without there being anything in it for me?" he said, pretending to look offended.
"Doctor....," warned Rose.
"Oh, all right. I've heard rumours that there is some sort of slave trade movement happening on the planet and think we should check it out. But MORE importantly there is this little shop in the market place that sells the absolute best banana milkshakes."
Rose chuckled at his words. Only the Doctor could put the elements of slave trade and banana milkshakes into a sentence together and make it sound normal.
"Aha, so that is why we are really going isn't it Doctor? Not for all that other stuff you said but for the bananas."
"Yeah, course. Bananas are good." he replied with a smirk.
"Oh you think you are so impressive don't you?" she retorted in her own cheeky way.
"Sort of yeah!"
Rose gave an exasperated sigh, then grabbed the nearest pillow and hit him over the head with it. What she did not expect was for him to retaliate with obvious glee. Pretty soon they were engaged in a full on pillow fight, resulting in plenty of laughter and feathers flying everywhere. The mock battle eventually ended after the Doctor gained the upper hand due to his superior strength. Rose found herself on her back with the Doctor half lying on her. He captured her hands with his own, before raising and rendering them immobile above her head.
"Do you yield Rose?" His tone was playful but showed all too well that he knew he held all the aces..
"Never," replied Rose, writhing below him in frustration as she tried to free her hands from his grasp. Her motions stopped however as she saw the grin fade from the Doctor's face and another, deeper emotion took its place; its darkness reflected in his eyes. Her breath hitched as his hungry gaze swept down the length of her, devouring her, in a brief moment of lust. In a flash it was gone and he was smiling down at her once more.
He stood quickly and pulled her up with him. "Come on lazy, time to go exploring. Off you go and get ready. I'll see you in the console room in half an hour and do not be late or I might just leave without you."
Rose laughed. "You and I both know that's an empty threat Doctor. What would you do without me?"
To her complete shock the Doctor answered her in a low but sincere voice. "I don't know Rose and quite honestly, I do not want to find out." He quickly strode into his bathroom, his face red, leaving a very stunned Rose standing stock still in the bedroom.
Knowing time was passing, Rose eventually gathered her thoughts together and made her way to her own bedroom to shower and change. She wondered what her mother would think about her current sleeping arrangements. Probably best not to tell her as the Doctor would probably end up receiving the patented Jackie Tyler slap, even though Rose and he were not having sex: Not that Rose did not want to. Oh, she wanted to all right.
The man had been driving her mad for months now with his longer than necessary hugs, and chaste kisses on her forehead and cheeks. Rose did not begrudge sharing his bed; she knew being with him while he slept kept his nightmares at bay. However, the price of doing so was pure torture in other ways. There was the unavoidable closeness in bed at night. The Doctor would pull her to him; her back against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around her. It was pure bliss but did nothing to alleviate the ache in her heart and body. Occasionally, she would feel his body grow taut and see within his eyes the same yearnings she felt herself, but it was always just a brief glimpse before his countenance would return to normal.
Entering her bathroom, Rose shed her clothing, turned on the shower and let the constant warmth of the water relax her body. Impure thoughts of herself and the Doctor slowly wove their way into her mind. Heat pooled at the apex of her thighs as she thought about what she would like him to do to her or for that matter, what she would like to do to him. Images of them naked filtered through her daydream; their bodies united as one under the shining stars of a planet, it didn't matter where, as long as they were together. She could almost hear their ragged breathing and soft words of love echoing in the silence around her, gradually becoming louder as their desires were acted upon and fulfilled. Her fingers itched to work their way down her body; to touch herself and feel the sweet, sweet release that would temporarily solve the ache within her, but there would not be enough time right now. Even as that thought crossed her mind there was a knock on her bathroom door.
"Rose, we have landed; you ready yet? I said 30 minutes, not 300," he exaggerated.
"Yeah okay, Time Machine remember? Kind of hard to be late for anything," retorted Rose as she dried herself.
Her clothes were on her bed and she wondered if she should give the Doctor some warning that she was coming out. The little devil inside of her decided to be daring, so without issuing an alert, she exited the bathroom wrapped only in the modest bath sheet.
"You afraid that you'll miss out on your banana milkshake Doctor?" questioned Rose, her voice coming out lower and huskier then she intended
The Doctor had been studying some of Rose's souvenirs from their adventures but had turned towards her at her question.
"No, I....," he stated and then spluttered something unintelligible before going red to the points of his ears as he realised her state of undress. Despite his obvious embarrassment his eyes once again held the spark of avarice which made Rose's heart beat double time. For one brief moment she thought he was going to close the distance between them and ravish her, but within moments of that thought he had turned and exited her room, muttering something about waiting for her in the console room. Rose stood, rooted to the spot for several minutes, in confusion, wondering just what exactly had she seen in his eyes, before slowly continuing to get dressed. One thing was for certain: She had a long date tonight with the shower, her imagination and her bed.
'She is trying to kill me,' he thought as he waited for Rose in the console room. The Doctor ran his hands through his short cropped hair in exasperation. He had been around for centuries and knew the ways of the world; knew time, all that was, is and could be, but never in all his 900 years had he ever felt like he did around Rose. His little human companion had the power to bring him to his knees. She protected him from the nightmares but was this golden haired temptress fuelling his passionate dreams?
He could not remember when he first felt the attraction, the need for Rose to be more than just a companion to him. Perhaps it was in Mr Sneed's morgue fighting against the Gelth when it first struck him. Then came Downing Street when he was forced to recognise he could not lose her. But it was in Utah; when he thought her dead, killed by a Dalek, that he stopped fighting against fate, silently accepting and embracing his secret hearts desire. He loved Rose but it was more than that, he was IN love with her and wanted her to the exclusion of almost everything else. It was only his years of experience that enabled him to hide away his intense yearnings and love for Rose; only his skills as a soldier that kept him under control around her, letting him bask in the friendship that they had forged; But it was not enough: The warm invitation of her bared flesh, so beautiful and flushed after her shower, had been temptation incarnate. It had consumed every inch of his will not to just take her.
He shook his head as if trying to rid himself of the seductive images playing through his mind. Rose would be here any minute and he needed to get his body back into some semblance of control, although glancing down at the burgeoning lump in the front of his jeans it was not going to be easy. He sighed and started to work out algorithms and mathematical calculation in his brain. By the time Rose entered the console room he had regained a thin veneer of composure and normalcy.
"You ready then Rose Tyler, for the best banana milkshake you ever tasted?" he said teasingly.
"Hmm, we will see Doctor. I prefer chocolate myself," answered Rose
"Ha, you will be taking that back Rose Tyler; you wait and see," he retorted before taking her hand and leading her out into the warm sunshine of the planet.