A/N: First scene contains TenRose smut. You have been warned. Skip down the page if you don't wanna see it. :P
Chapter 1 – Three Months Later
"What the hell is this?" Rose asked with an eyebrow raised, pointing at the Doctor's groin.
The Doctor stared at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Did you bunk off of Sex Ed?"
"Doctor, this isn't a penis. This is a didgeridoo."
The Doctor continued to stare at her. "It… um… plays tunes?"
"Doctor, it is bloody huge ."
"Oh, right." The Doctor was at a complete loss of what to say next. "… Is that bad?"
She laughed, before moving to straddle him with her arms either side of his body as she gazed down into his eyes. He dully realised he was currently completely naked and pinned down, at the mercy of the ravenous human woman towering over him. "What do you think?" she asked, smiling surreptitiously.
"Well, in the current situation I…" He was cut off in mid-flow as she leaned forward and forced her tongue inside his mouth, not giving him a chance to complete his sentence. She continued to kiss him deeply, exploring every nook and cranny for all the bits of peppermint she said he tasted like for at least two minutes before finally withdrawing, grinning at him like she'd just won the best prize at a raffle.
"Don't you need to breathe?" he asked, panting for air. She ignored him, her hand slowly travelling downwards with her eyes still connected to his. She leaned forward again, pressing dabs of kisses across his hairline and down the side of his face, along his jaw and down his neck, lingering on his Adam's apple before she suddenly stopped, drawing back and looking surprised.
"What?" he asked through heavy breathing.
"You're aroused and I haven't even done anythin' yet!" she realised.
He looked a little guilty. "I sped it up a bit," he admitted. "Concentration of blood to the groin."
"Don't do that," she said, frowning a little.
"You know how I work, my body doesn't work like yours. I explained."
"Yeah, I know, but lemme try at least."
"You can't force anything on me, not without lots of practise. Anyway, too late now…" He pointedly looked down to indicate that point, before wrapping one arm around her shoulders and placing the other down by her hip, pushing her over onto her back. "My turn."
She giggled, lying spread-eagled on the bed, inviting him.
"Giving up already?" he asked, fondling her in his hand. She didn't answer as he began to work his magic, tracing his tongue down from her mouth, to her neck, between her breasts and towards her groin. He only needed a minute before she had her first orgasm, and another minute for her second.
He had to admit, this was a lot easier than he thought it would be. They'd been together for three months, bonded for two of them, but this was the first time they'd actually had sex, and he wasn't going to admit to her that he'd spent the past month in the TARDIS library relentlessly reading books about how to sexually stimulate a human woman before this encounter. He'd almost been dreading it. He didn't want to underwhelm her. Sex was important to humans, so if he needed to get anything right to ensure a good relationship it was this.
So thank Rassilon human bodies were so easy. One finger or tongue in exactly the right place at the right time seemed to send her human body into pure ecstasy. Humans were a bit simple, and somewhat obssessed with their reproduction system. But it made her happy.
As he worked she entwined her fingers in his hair, grabbing at the locks. She then tugged and he looked up at her.
"Do it," she gasped, parting her thighs. He moved forward, lingering for a moment, looking at her.
"Are you sure?"
"Do it," she repeated firmly. "Please."
He obediently did the deed, and they fitted like a jigsaw, of course.
He hadn't done this for a while. He just hadn't needed or wanted to. It felt a little bit like that time he'd tried to take up tap dancing again after five hundred years. But the physics were all quite simple and straightforward so it wasn't too difficult to get used to it as he gently began to thrust, savouring every moment that passed. She was the perfect size for him, contracting around him with every forward motion. He progressively began to go faster and harder, checking she still wanted it at every moment, but she was lost in a tide of ecstasy, gripping the duvet tightly and moaning in satisfaction as they moved together in perfect rhythm.
"More," she gasped, having another orgasm.
"No, can't... hurt you," he gasped in return.
"C'mon!" she urged, gritting her teeth.
He thrust as hard and as deep as he dared – he desperately didn't want to hurt her – but she still was begging him to continue, faster and harder . She was groaning a deep, carnal growl, still encouraging him until he was compelled to thrust so hard her entire body was moving progressively towards the headboard. That alarmed him slightly. He tried to slow down and decrease his rhythm, anxious, but she held onto him and forced him into her with every thrust, orgasming again.
"I'm going to climax," he gasped.
"Please, now, now, do it now…" She grabbed him harder, begging him to release himself into her with her groans of pleasure ringing in his ears from yet another orgasm. Within nanoseconds he climaxed inside of her, his flood rushing into her body before they both gasped and spasmed in pleasure and surprise, their breathing stilted and desperate. For a moment neither of them moved but for panting for air as he continued to pour into her, trying to recover their senses before he finished spilling and pulled himself out of her, his fluids dripping down from her as he rolled onto his side, holding himself.
He looked at her, still needing air, worried. "Okay?" he asked nervously.
She smiled and curled into his naked body, legs entwining in his. "Love you," she breathed.
"Love you too," he whispered back, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
It was the first time he'd told her that. And it felt so right.
Rose marched into the TARDIS' first sitting room, spotting the Doctor lying on his back on the sofa with his glasses perched on his nose, obviously deeply engrossed in a book. She walked over to him and in moments was sitting in a straddle on his pelvis. She reached for his book, swiftly plucking it out of his hands with one hand and pulling off his glasses with the other, throwing them on the coffee table beside them. The Doctor blinked, surprised as he looked up at Rose with his hands still clutching an imaginary book.
"Hey!" he said indignantly. "I was reading that!"
"Not anymore you're not," Rose replied with a smirk. "I want a baby."
He blinked again, somehow looking even more surprised than before.
"What?"
"I want a baby," she repeated, reaching up to his jacket and proceeding to unbutton it in a business-like manner.
"You mean one of those screaming pooing crying things?"
"Yeah, one of them," she replied, moving down to his trousers and coaxing him to lift his hips.
"… Why?" he was bewildered, hardly able to register the fact she was now making short work of his boxers.
"Cos I've been feelin' really needy recently, like there's somethin' missin', and now I know what it is. I'm broody."
"Broody," the Doctor repeated, taking in a gasp of air as Rose began to work on a certain part of his anatomy. He quickly grabbed her hands, stilling them in mid-movement. "Rose, we need to think about this. Do you know how many changes we'd have to make to our lives if we had a baby?"
"It'll be fine," she fobbed off.
"Even if we're fertile together, which I doubt, we'd have to stop travelling for a while when you get big. We'd need actual real medical assistance with the birth. Not to mention the sleepless nights, the midnight feedings, and the endless trips to Sainbury's to buy nappies! Then there's the education when it gets older… We can't exactly walk into a school and say 'hi, can you teach my alien baby'!"
"Doctor…"
"Then the endless singing of the Haribo jingle, the pleading of buying all the toys it sees on TV… Never shutting up, waddling around drinking toilet cleaner, chewing wires and falling over and crying and destroying my TARDIS in the process, can you really see yourself running away from the Daleks with a baby carrier?"
"Doctor!"
"Then the teenage years! Rose! All those hormones bouncing around, arguments and relationships, gangs, drugs and teen pregnancy! Could you handle that? Could you really?"
"DOCTOR!"
The Doctor blinked, looking back at Rose as he finally processed what he'd said. He looked utterly mortified. "I've become… a human!"
Rose laughed, rolling her eyes and letting him go, before crawling up him, pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed back, cupping her face in both hands delicately.
"Wanna watch a film?" she asked suddenly.
The Doctor's expression fell. "But I thought we were going to…"
Rose rolled her eyes again, climbing back off of him and over to the TV. "Seeing as you have every film ever made, how about Titanic?"
He groaned loudly.
"That's a no then… James Bond?"
"Been marathoning them whilst you're asleep," the Doctor admitted.
"Err… Harry Potter?"
"Which one?"
"Umm… Deathly Hallows part two."
He eyes narrowed at her. "Spoilers!"
She sighed. "Oh, come on, I've read the book!"
He looked at her pouted lip and puppy eyes for a moment as she threw love at him through the bond, before sighing loudly.
"Oh fine. But don't tell anyone I let you see it!"
She grinned, tongue between teeth. She set the film to play on the Doctor's high-tech system before moving back over to the sofa, lying down in front of him as he put his arms around her body.
"You're getting too good at handling this bond, you know…" the Doctor said, almost fearfully. She smiled and turned her head back towards him, kissing his nose before turning back over to watch the film.
Three hours later and the film drew to a close. The room was dark save for the artificial fire crackling in the corner, the atmosphere making Rose drowsy. She turned over to look at the Doctor who had ceased making critical comments halfway through the film to find him sound asleep. He didn't snore. Another Time Lord biology function that scored a point for him over humans.
She was far too comfortable to move so she pulled a blanket from off of the back of the sofa, throwing it over them both and turning to snuggle into him, dropping away quickly into a peaceful sleep.
When Rose woke up, it was light. To her utmost surprise the Doctor's arm was still around her. She flipped over to look at him – he was asleep.
"Doctor."
He didn't answer. That was odd. She shrugged and got to her feet, tucking the blanket around his sleeping form and lifting his head carefully, slipping a cushion under it. He didn't even stir.
She went to make breakfast for them both. She wasn't feeling particularly creative so she did some marmalade toast, stacking it high as she knew the Doctor sucked it up faster than Noo-Noo on most occasions.
She took the racks of toast and two cups of tea on a tray back to the sitting room where the Doctor was still sleeping. She set the tray down on the table next to the abandoned book and glasses, sitting on the sofa and reaching up to brush back his hair from his eyes. To her alarm she found his skin was hot to the touch.. It was then she realised his forehead was sweaty, his face flushed red.
"Doctor," she said gently, giving him a small shake. "Wake up."
He slowly rose to awareness, yawning and mumbling incoherently all the way.
"Hello," Rose said gently. "I think you're runnin' a fever."
"Don't be silly," the Doctor grumbled, struggling to push himself to sit up. "Time Lords don't get fevers."
Well this one has all the symptoms of it," Rose replied, helping him up. "I made you some tea but I doubt you'll want that now. Let me get you some water..."
"I'm fine," the Doctor answered, almost rudely. He lunged for the toast rack, wobbling slightly before grabbing a piece and customarily devouring it in two bites.
"Can you check yourself over in the Infirmary?"
He gave her a look, as though she'd just dribbled on her shirt. "Rose, I'm fine, really..." He suddenly trailed off, looking extremely green. Rose raised her eyebrows as he dived for the nearest bin where he promptly began to make hurling sounds.
"Now will you check yourself over?" Rose asked seriously as he brought his head back up, looking even worse than before. Amazingly he still shook his head.
"Really Rose," he said with a sigh, using the table to push himself to his feet after a small battle with his centre of balance. "Just because I'm sleepy, nauseous, dizzy, feverish and about to faint doesn't mean..."
Rose watched as he faltered and blinked a few times before he slumped forward onto the floor, unconscious.