To Live and Let Love
"In these dreams I've loved you so, that by now I think I know what it's like to be loved by you. I will love being loved by you."
The King and I
"I did understand because I was absolutely terrible to her. The first adventure we took we were forced to sleep in the same bed. I was trying to figure out the mystery behind Shakespeare's lost play and literally said to her 'Rose would know. She'd say the right thing'. She just turned and went to sleep," he admitted bashfully. They had been sitting on the couch for quite sometime when Rose finally asked him what life was like when he was without her.
"Seriously, in bed with her? You are terrible!" Rose exclaimed. They were sitting on her living room couch with a large helping of chips and wine, he third Harry Potter playing in the background. She conjured up the brilliant idea of having a marathon with him because honestly, who doesn't like Harry? It had turned out to be an amazing icebreaker because while they had been quiet through the first movie the questions began during the second and were now carrying into the third. She trusted him, but did he really feel comfortable with her or was it more of an obligation?
"I know, I know," he sighed wrapping his arms around her shoulders to draw her into him. "I had just lost you."
"You know," Rose began as she looked up at him with large watery eyes, "when I turned round' and knew I was on the opposite side of that wall I stood there for a good twenty minutes. It felt like years. I swore I could hear you breathing. That was the only thing that halted any uneven sobs. I had to listen closely."
The Doctor simply looked at her with eyes that always spoke so many words. He traced the contours of her face because he knew what she had felt in that moment. That moment had been nothing but explicit naked torture for him. He had wanted to break the wall and obliterate the walls of reality. Every emotion bubbled inside of him. He laughed a bitter sigh, "you heard me? I had to keep myself breathing. The bypass actually kicked in. The only thing that reverberated in my ears until I found you under that sun was your scream. I tried so hard to replace it with memories of your voice, imagine feeling you," he choked out as he pulled her closer. She was so soft and so very real right now, and he was so very vulnerable. "I couldn't…holding your hand…" and he couldn't go on. Broken gasps were all the prevention. Hands covering his face, he felt almost dizzy. Humans were so very disorienting.
"You do have to breath now," came a soft amused voice in his ear. Rose rubbed his back for a bit and told him to put his head between his knees until she came back with another mug. He'd said something along the lines of synapse as she walked to the kitchen and they both sighed at what an adventure this would really be. Thinking about losing her all the time obviously wouldn't do.
She came back with a mug of tea and he sipped at it with a light thank you. He placed the mug down and held his arms out to her. She gracefully climbed into them, but in a way he was not expecting. She swung her right leg over his crossed ones to perch directly in his lap. She gave him a cheeky smile and he simply pulled her by the waist to rest her nose in the crook of his neck. The light breaths that were emitting from her slightly open lips were enough to arise goose flesh from him. He would never pull away though, now was not the time for heroic theatrics. He needed to show her that he loved her and would have made the choice to come back to this world with her.
The movie was ending as he hummed softly to the known theme. She felt small circles being rubbed on her back and wondered just how far this version of him was willing to go. She knew she would never love anyone as she loved him for the rest of her life, so while they could take it slow she'd rather show him the passion than wait for it.
She peppered his neck with kisses as his humming got more and more off beat. She rocked her hips lightly as his breathing caught up with her own heartbeat, and she placed her hand on his single heart to feel it racing an unfathomable speed. She could have this man, her man, wrapped around her fingers faster than before. Her heart soared at the notion as he began to massage lower on her back.
He daringly gave her bottom a light squeeze and the possessiveness of the action had her mewling like putty in his arms. He smiled and she nipped the sensitive spot of where his ear ended and his neck began. His thumbs ground into her hips at the action and he moved his head to press a hearty kiss upon her pouted lips. They were red from pressing into his skin. "Rose, we can indulge in any pleasantry you find fitting, but I do not mean to rush you in any way. We have time on our side now, darling."
The sheer devotion in his voice washed her doubts of him feeling obliged to please her. He wanted her and she could tell by how clouded his eyes were. They were dark with the force of her oncoming storm. She had him like a puppet in the palm of her hand. If she requested him to stop, he would give in. She soon found, as he was kissing and dragging his tongue lightly up her ear, that she did not want it to stop. She wanted it to go on and was almost terrified of any release. Was it not conventional for couples to want to drown in pleasure for hours on end? "Please, don't stop," she managed to draw out.
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck where her hair had slipped to settle. She briefly wondered, as his kisses were continuing, if was sniffing her. A second later his words affirmed it so. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. It does not matter if I am only half of what I used to be Rose. I still love you. I still yearn for the deafening passion to hear your heart race or crawl to a stutter. It matters not what we are but what we feel."
If Rose could have spoken at that moment it would have been resoundingly doltish to what he had spoken because with each word her heart beat faster, and with each whisper across her neck the passion grew. She pulled back to capture his lips and hoped that he would take that as an affirmation of his words. He kissed her full on the lips and allowed his hands to travel up her well-muscled back to her hair. He brushed his fingers through her waves and she kneaded the outside of his thighs by he light rocks into his groin.
He began languid strokes up her sides, but could not take too much more. She was eliciting a pleasure from him that had not been released for quite some time. His grip tightened on her hips and he began to drive himself up across her. They were both silently cursing the clothes that adorned their figures.
He was the first to move as he picked her from her spot. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he was not sure if they would reach the bedroom. The wall was becoming an increasingly tantalizing spot for her back to be pressed up against. He promised himself they would defile the walls at some other point, the object right now was to learn every one of Rose's ticks.
He placed her softly on the downy bed he discovered and climbed up her limbs with her hands following. Those would be placed above her head and he growled at the thought of her tied up for him; begging for pleasure like a good little minx. The visual of her on her knees caused his not so gentlemanly condition to swell. Rose saw him twitch through his thin bottoms. "Let me take care of you."
"You will after I have my way with you," he playfully growled into her ear. She had never seen this rather dominant loving side of him, but figured he was going on about it this way because everything had fallen out of his control recently. This was a way to regain his structure in life. She was his rock.
She lost her train of thought as he began to slip her shirt above her head. His fingers covered most of her sides and as he slid up them she could do nothing but bend to his will. Her hair fell back into a halo around her as she laid back at his kissing down her front. His lips seemed to touch every inch of her skin and it took all of her control to not writhe in pleasure under those dabbled kisses.
It was a travesty to peel the yoga pants that adorned her well-muscled legs off, but he found the sight of her glowing skin much more appealing. Her feet slid up against the comforter and he smiled at her modest approach to cover her beauty. As not to be rude he slipped his shirt from his body and felt a bit more freedom as his bottoms trailed to the floor.
He held his cock against his stomach as he approached the beauty before him. Her eyes darted directly to where his hand had just met, "see something you like then Miss Tyler?"
"I have a feeling the pleasure you plan for me will tell you all you need to know, but for the sake of sating your curiosity I see something I love."
"Oh, and what could that possibly be," he inquired of her as he lay down next to her.
"You, all of you. I love you," she replied as she curled into him.
He started trailing his fingers down her body as he proclaimed his love for her in soft whispers against her skin. He massaged her hips as he brought them closer to him, all her curves meshing with his body in the right way. He rocked into her and she felt him brush along her in the most sensitive of areas. The moan that escaped his lips surprised them both. He could not curb his need for her, but this was all for pleasing her at the moment.
He ran one long finger along her still clothed wetness and felt himself twitch at the sensation of her essence on his finger. He had made her wet with need for him. He kissed her and just as he swirled his tongue with hers he pushed his finger beyond her panties and right up into her. Her moan was muffled with his mouth and she grabbed for his aching member. He curled his fingers inside of her and she bucked her hips to push deeper. Just as he began to thrust up into her hand, which was gripping and stroking him, she felt the build up in her abdomen. He slowed his hands down inside of her and she did the same for him, getting the idea that if she kept at the pace he would not be able to stop his body from release.
He sped his fingers up once more and she had no control over the things her body did. She buried her face into his neck and ran her fingers over the head of his cock gathering the pre-cum there and making him shiver with a deep groan. His voice sent Rose over her first edge and she softly mewled into his neck. He rocked his curled fingers in her a few times to ensure she was utterly spent and withdrew from her.
She gracefully swung her legs over his hips and he trailed his hand up her body. She licked her essence off his fingers as she swirled her tongue on the tips, his eyes darkened. She intertwined her fingers with his and pushed his hands above his head so that she could slide down his slender figure. She hooked her thumbs in his boxers as she went.
The sight of his slightly toned figure aching for her touch made her blush a lovely red. He slid his hand town to tug at himself and she, now leaning over him with her knees on the bed, lightly bit his hand. "You will never need to do that again unless it's for my pleasure."
Before he could even respond she licked the underside of his balls and then the underside of his cock, which pushed back on her tongue. He could feel the blood rushing to his head and he was leaking onto his tummy. She lapped at his tip and he could not help the twitch it caused. She smiled against him and wrapped her mouth around his length and bobbed her head. She let him hit the back of her throat and then pulled up to look at him through hooded eyes. He pushed up into her mouth and she gave him a slight nod. She was giving him the go signal to use her mouth to his pleasure.
The feelings that rose through his body were sensations he had never felt before. His climax stirred in the pit of his stomach, but he did not want to cum without feeling the inside of her body first. "Rose, my love, I need…you…so much more."
She withdrew softly, but kept her hand around his length to pump him slowly. She kissed him and the taste of him on her lips did not repulse him as she thought, it made him feel as if she belonged to him. It was a rather possessive feeling that made him never want to give her up. It was a feeling he could never let go of. He caressed her soft hips as she lowered herself onto him.
The feeling that exploded through him made him afraid of sudden regeneration. She slowly rode him with her head back moaning languidly at the feeling of her tightly surrounding him. "I can feel every rigid inch of you. How painful has waiting for me to draw this pleasure from you been?"
"I couldn't tell you with the thousand words of your language, but believe me when I say – I have never known pleasure as this. You are drawing all my senses at once and Rose, I never want it to end," he replied as he flipped her to lie on her back. He tweaked her taught nipples as he pushed in and out of her. Her hand traveled lazily to her own bud and she rubbed her self lightly so he could tease her to come again.
His pace sped up and his cock stroked places inside of her she could never reach. She sped up her pace only a little when broken words, that were not English, fell from his lips. He was so close to releasing, but needed her to with him. He wanted it all pumped from him. "Rose…I'm so, so close. Let go of yourself." She looked at him with eyes that spoke a thousand words and swore golden flecks were swirling in his eyes. She felt her muscles contract around his length as she came, loudly.
The mixture of her beautiful voice screaming to him and feeling of her body tightening so well around him flew him into his release. He shot warmly into her flesh and buried his face within her neck. She rubbed the nape of his neck as he continuously rocked within her. She had taken all he had to offer.
He slowly pulled himself off of her and smiled to her. He was on his haunches at the edge of the bed. Her legs automatically kicked up so she could wrap her arms around them as she sat up, "I definitely approve of your dance," she said.
He smiled at the reference to his former self and stood tall stark naked facing her. "I'm glad you like my moves Tyler. Shall we see how many different rooms we can dance in?"
"Oh you're kidding. Still all Time Lord enthusiasm about energy then," she said crawling to the edge of the bed.
He wrapped his arms around her waist as she stood on her knees at the edge. He peppered her nose with kisses and said, "The Time Lord in me may never go away. I do have a lot more energy and stamina than most humans, but I will actually get tired."
"Well in that case, let's go experiment on how much stamina you have Time Lord." She added her part with a wink and hopped off the bed running towards the shower. He laughed and followed her in fast. The door closed behind them as they washed through another climax, checking off another room.
They fell to sleep around two in the morning and both were looking forward to their future endeavors. They had many things to do like finding him a name, marrying, living, work and grow a TARDIS! Getting started on them could wait for the sunlight.
A/N: Ha, so the M has been completed. Sorry it took so incredibly long. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I'm looking forward to starting the next. See ya in the funnies!