Author's Note: So I just realized that I posted the wrong chapter yesterday. Yeah, so the chapter that was posted yesterday as chapter 4 is now chapter 5 and this is the correct chapter 4. Lucky you, getting two chapters in two days. Hopefully this will help with some comments in the next chapter. So sorry about that; I can honestly say that I've never done anything like that before.
Enjoy!
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I wasn't there when she woke up. I think she got the hint because she hasn't mentioned it. Not once. Which I find odd.
It's been four days and not once has she hounded me to talk, or flaunted her victory over me, or even tried to discuss our future. Whether there is a future for us in that sense. Hell, she doesn't even seem to be walking on egg shells around me. I'm just the Doctor and she's just Rose and we're just travelling explores who are apparently not at all affected by the absence or presence of sex.
And maybe if the circumstances were different than I would just say that I've been completely wrong about Human women for centuries. But, as it is, I doubt that I was that colossally misguided.
And I've come to that final decision mostly because Rose has just walked into the control room.
Okay, so normally that wouldn't really mean anything on any normal day. Nothing to get excited about. Except, you have to understand, that today I took her to the twenty-seventh century Earth, known for great clothes, lots of stores, and "excellent" shopping. If you're following me, then you've gathered that Rose had the opportunity to buy a wardrobe full of new clothes without me really paying attention to what it is that she bought. She had just gone off to her room to change into something as I took us into the vortex.
She's wearing the shortest skirt I've ever seen in my entire life. It's really not hiding much. She's wearing… some kind of shoes that I don't know the name to but they're incredible. I'm not exactly a legs man but, from this angle, I can see why some men are. This skirt leaves an expanse of skin, a trail that leads up over her muscular calves, dipping across the smooth skin on the back of her knee and rising again until it disappears beneath the material. But it's tight- magnificently tight- and leaves very little to the imagination as to what it's hiding.
Oh god, I'm staring at her arse! What the hell am I doing?
There's got to be something that I should be doing. There's, em… yeah, and em… I should really…
"So what's the plan for the rest of the day, Doctor?"
Finding out just what is under-
"Em… I really didn't have any plans." I think my voice squeaked. I'm almost positive that it did. Oh god, she's smirking. It did.
"No?"
"Nope. You? Any ideas?"
Her fingertips are stroking the console as she saunters around it, coming closer to me. I think something might be wrong with the TARDIS's environmental controls because I'm suddenly getting really hot. And the air feels thinner- I'm not sure my lungs are working right. I can't quite seem to catch my breath. My pulse is getting faster- yep, hearts are definitely beating about twice as fast as they should be. Something's got to be wrong. I, em, I should fix that. If I could remember how.
"I didn't really have any plans. I was thinking about reading for a while before I took my shower. Then off to bed, I guess."
Rose in a shower. That pale expanse of naked skin, water beating down on it, caressing her skin. Lucky water.
Oh god. What the hell am I thinking? Focus. Focus.
Am I getting aroused? Yes, that's definitely… definitely what that feels like. Rose in a short skirt is making me aroused. She hasn't even touched me or… stripped or anything. This is new.
"You?"
"Me what?"
"You got any plans?"
Shagging you on the console. Oi! Down boy.
"I, em… I… no, not really."
Oh god, she's sitting on the console. Oh… how does she cross her legs like that and make it so… so, whatever it is.
Oh god, I'm lusting over her! I'm lusting after a human. I'm lusting, period. That's… that doesn't happen.
I'm losing my mind. That's it. I've gone completely nutters. They'll just have to lock me away before I do something stupid.
"You okay, Doctor?"
"Hmm?" I was staring. Definitely staring.
"You look a little out of shorts."
"Oh-" Wait, that's laughter in her eyes. She's amused by this. That cheeky little bugger planned this whole thing. No wonder she hasn't tried to talk about this to me, she's still playing her little game. Well two can play at that.
My feet fall from the console with a loud thud on the floor. She just glances down at them but I can see the tinge of curiosity painted on her face as I start to push myself out of my chair.
"I'm fine. Just thinking."
"About what?" Her brows cocked and she smirking at me.
I take a step closer, bringing my lower body just a fraction of an inch away from her bare legs. I can help but smile as I catch her eyes; she's biting her lip, expecting my reply. "Just thinking about how to increase the flow of the temporal stabilizersto the dimensional quantifiers."
"Dimensional quantifiers?"
"Yep." She wasn't expecting that. "Should be pretty easy. Keep up from ending up in the wrong place as often as we do. Just have to adjust this here-" I lean around her, making sure to graze my arm against hers as I reach for a knob behind her. "And then this-" I lean the other way, making sure that my hips drag across her legs as I reach around her on the other side and twist another knob. I haven't moved my other hand and now she's trapped between the two of them.
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Why didn't you do it before."
"Didn't think of it before."
"You thought of it just now."
I shrug. Why not? I am brilliant after all. I get spontaneously brilliant thoughts. But not right now. Right now I can't really think because with her legs trapped between my hips, it's creating a wonderful bit of friction and I'm even more aware now of how little clothing she's wearing than before.
I think she's starting to get the idea of what I'm doing because she's shifting her legs- uncrossing them actually- and I can tell that she's not taking care to keep from brushing up against me. I kind of wish that she wasn't watching me because that means she definitely noticed my sharp intake of breath and how hooded my eyes must look.
I think it's been a fantasy of hers since I changed bodies to grab my tie and kiss me because she's tugging slowly on it, smirking up at me.
"Temporal stabilizer, huh?"
"Yeah."
"So what does that do exactly?"
"Stabilize temporal things."
Stabilizes temporal things? Brilliant. Maybe I should add this as a reason: Lust makes one's mind completely useless.
"Fascinating."
"Quite."
Oh, she's going to string this along as long as she has to, isn't she? She still plans on proving that I am capable of lust and so she wants me to initiate this whole thing.
And oh god am I capable of lust.
I can't take this any more.
No, no, no, no, no…
"So how did turning those knobs help?"
Help…
She is close. So tempting.
No, focus on what she's saying. What did the knobs do? "They, em…"
Oh sod it.
Finally, for the first time I can remember, I'm actually acting on a completely foreign emotion. I know what it's like to be attracted or to physically want someone, but not this. Not this pulsing desire, this wanting need. This I'm not prepared to understand. Maybe it's easier not to try to understand it just yet.
And that's why my hands are blinding dragging their way up her thighs and my lips are ravishing her lips- and yes, it's ravishing, but it's one of the most passionate kisses I've ever experienced. And her hands are in my hair and our tongues are battling against each other for dominance and I'm already feeling the burning need for air but I can't seem to stop myself.
And neither can she because already her hands are slipping beneath the lapels of my jacket. I really should stop her. I should step away and straighten my jacket. I should walk away. Instead I let go of her hips just long enough for her to get my jacket off before my hands are on her hips again.
Shit. I think her shirt was a lot more delicate than I thought it was. I hope she doesn't get mad if I ripped it but right now that doesn't matter because the only thing separating me from her delectable breasts is this thin, lacy number.
But she doesn't let me take the time to properly admire her because her hands have pulled my face to hers and I would be mad at her but I'm too busy focusing on what she's doing with her tongue to care. This is one of the few times that I'm glad my hands have a mind of their own because they're moving down over her shoulders and fumbling to figure out the ridiculous clasp.
Finally there's bare skin and my hands are on her and she moans. It's enough of a distraction to pull away from her lips and trail over her jaw and down her neck, before finally I can flick my tongue over her nipple. Her groan sends blood rushing straight down.
Oh, this is so not supposed to happen. But her hands are so distracting. She's tugging me back up, kissing me full on. She's finally working the buttons on my shirt.
"How many shirts are you wearing?"
"Just these two."
Same as always, but I guess it's a bit of a detriment considering.
She's ripping the shirt from my shoulders and I pull it off my wrists for her. Her hands are already struggling to undo my belt and then she's tugging my shirt from my trousers.
Oh god. Her hands shouldn't feel this good.
Her lips are so close to my ear. Her breath is enough to make me shiver. "You're so sensitive."
"New body."
My hands are resting on her thighs now, pushing them apart a little more. She's whimpering against the feel of my thumb running over her heat. God how I'd love to kneel between her but I don't think that I can wait much longer. That can wait.
Wait? No, no next time. No waiting. This is it. One last romp.
Mmm, she's so wet already. God, why am I such a stick in the mud?
I hope she didn't want that pair of pants because ripping them off was definitely the only way to get ride of them. I hope her chuckling at me is a good indication that she's just as eager as I am.
She's smirking at me with her tongue between her teeth- she thinks she's so cute, and she's right.
"So…" I can't believe that her hands running down my chest and toying with my fly have reduced me to grunts. "You don't experience lust?"
"I said it was rare."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, Rose, you're a rarity. Congratulations."
"You don't have to get sarcastic. I could just leave-"
I'm definitely kissing her to distract her from that entire conversation because, honestly, I don't want to think about how easily I've given in to her challenge.
She groans as I step into her. She nips at my lip as she pulls away. As adorable as a lock of hair in her eyes is, I'd rather watch. She leans into my touch as my fingers brush her temple. Of course she liked that last time. It's so intimate, so powerful. She leans in and kisses me again and I can't help myself. I'm plunging into her, shuddering against her surprise and pleasure.
It doesn't take long, between the years of foreplay and my mind overwhelming hers, before her orgasm hits hard. I can feel the millions of sensations exploding in her mind and it's almost as torturous as her muscles spasming around me.
So close. The pressure is coiling in the pit of my stomach. Almost…
Oh god…
She's stroking my cheek when I'm finally able to pull out of her mind and regain my focus. She's grinning at me. I've been waiting for this- the 'I told you so' moment- for days. Here it comes.
"I think-" Her breath is so warm. I've officially decided that I like the feel of her fingers stroking through my hair. "That it's time for that shower."
Shower? Rose in the shower.
I just whimpered. I actually whimpered. I've never whimpered in my life.
She pushes me back a little, enough to slide off the console. I hold her up for just a minute, letting her wobbly legs get used to supporting her weight before she slides her hand down my chest as she walks away.
Oh… she is so walking away like that on purpose. Oh, she is… she is mean. That's just… not fair. I think I might need my own shower. A cold one. Ice cold.
Well, guess that throws reason number fifteen out the proverbial window. Lust is… lust is definitely there.
