Realising They Can't Waste Time...
Part 4
...and they can make things more.
She bites her lip and looks him in the eye. "Well...it all started when she was asking about us," she begins.
He gulps. "Oh?" he squeaks out, in a rather high-pitched fashion, though Rose doesn't seem to notice him talking in a different octave to usual because she doesn't tease him about it. "What about us?"
"Well...whether we are...whether we've ever...you know..." she trails off, embarrassed.
"What?" he whispers, almost inaudibly.
"You know," she insists, gesturing between their lower regions with her hands.
She blushes, and wishes he'd blush too, because this is really unfair, the fact that it's all one-sided.
"What did you say?"
"The truth, obviously. That we...weren't like that. Aren't, I mean. Aren't like that," she stutters.
He nods swiftly and appears to ponder something. They sit in an awkward silence for a few moments until he gives into temptation and asks, "And what did she tell you to do about it?"
"She told me to..." she pauses, hesitant to continue.
"Yeah?" he whispers.
"Toseduceyou," she says super-quickly, the words coming out in a rush as she turns an even deeper shade of pink.
"Ah," he breathes out, a bit shakily, it has to be said. "Is that what the moving my hand tantalisingly slowly across your lips and neck was about, then?" he asks curiously.
"Maybe," she giggles. "I'm not very good at the whole seduction thing."
"I wouldn't say that," he mumbles, twisting around to avoid the questioning gaze he knows he'll have prompted with that admission.
"What?" she says, dumbfounded.
"Nothing," he dismisses, deciding that Jackie's shelving unit is very much more fascinating to look at instead of Rose's
(beautiful)
face.
She uncrosses her legs and kneels, bringing herself closer to him. He shuffles a little to left, and she smothers a laugh at his obvious attempt at getting away from her close proximity.
He chances a glance at her, and instantly knows he shouldn't have done, because she's got this adorable expression on her face, her brow slightly furrowed but her lips curving into an unsure smile, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, all as if she's uncovering a deep, dark, mysterious secret and doesn't know what to make of it.
(She is.)
Then his gaze accidently slips to her thighs again, and that's when she gets a blush out of him, because he notices exceedingly quickly that her t-shirt has ridden up even further as she moved. It's really quite ridiculous - ridiculously pushing the boundaries; barely a centimetre further up and he'd be able to see what colour knickers she's wearing!
(Or if she's wearing any at all, he allows himself to briefly consider, before chastising himself for thinking such a thought.)
Feeling a bit braver, Rose takes the opportunity when he's evidently distracted by one thought or another – he's got this far-away look in his eyes – to let her hand gently take a stroll up his arm.
He comes out of his reverie as soon as he feels her touch, and meets her eye quickly, silently asking her what she's doing. And it's quite apparent from her expression that her answer is 'I don't know.' She even shrugs her shoulders.
When he doesn't stop her, though, her hand continues its journey along his chest, fingers pushing past his unbuttoned jacket and touching lightly. He's wearing a dark blue shirt today, no tie, his top button undone, and through the thin material her touch sends shivers down his spine. He can't actually believe the way this woman makes him feel. It's weird.
(And absolutely amazing.)
Then she makes the boldest move she's made so far, and unbuttons another of his shirt buttons to reveal a bit of chest as opposed to just the dip of his collar bone. He gasps in a breath, but to her surprise, he doesn't tell her off, so she takes this as a positive sign. She shifts so that she can face him properly, and without much hesitation for once, subsequently ends up hovering over his right thigh, one knee either side of it, the one between his legs not quite touching anywhere but very, very close. She grazes one finger from her other hand down his neck, over his collar bone, and down his little bit of revealed chest, and is delighted when he flinches under the skin-to-skin contact. She undoes another button, and another, her eyes watching her shaking hands, trying not to look him in the eye, and then she can't resist and looks at his face to see what his expression is like.
Her heart almost stops when she sees him staring right back at her, his eyes dark and...and...
Well. Dare she even think it? Is she just imagining it? But he looks...
...lustful.
Rose shivers, and absent-mindedly sits. Then she realises, when their eyes both widen, that she's straddling his thigh. Whoops.
But she doesn't mind, so she stays there.
(He doesn't mind, either.)
They silently stare each other down for about thirty seconds. In fact, twenty-eight. Rose is counting, and so is he. They both secretly tell themselves that they'll wait thirty seconds and if the other doesn't make another move, they will. Consequently, by the time they actually get to thirty, the Doctor and Rose are both already leaning towards each other, their mouths halfway to pressing against the other's. At thirty-one, they meet in the middle and their lips move together at the same time. And at that point in time, time itself seems to cease to exist.
She rises off his leg to lean closer into him, her hands moving into his hair. His hands become active suddenly, and he's touching her like he's wanted to do all night, his hands creeping slowly, slowly, up her legs, tracing patterns on to the backs of her thighs as he finds his way under her t-shirt, moving over knickers-covered
(so she's wearing knickers, then...)
bottom and up to her bare hips. He pulls her closer, until she's pressed tight against him as they kiss for who knows how long.
Then he realises something, and stops kissing her. She pulls back, confused. "What's wrong?" she whispers against his lips.
He doesn't say anything.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" she asks again.
"This is," he answers, and then he sees the hurt look in her eyes and feels terrible. "No, wait, that came out wrong...I mean, this isn't wrong, if it was then it wouldn't feel so right, would it? No, course it wouldn't. This is right and we should do it by all accounts, definitely. Lots of times, maybe. I mean, if that's what you want. If it isn't, then that's fine too. Weelll, not fine, because it would be a shame to not do this, in my opinion, because I don't know about you but I'm loving this and yet, if you don't, then it's ok, because I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable, and we can just act as though nothing's happened. I mean, it would be hard...but I'd do whatever you wanted...and oh god, never mind, I'm rambling again, aren't I?"
She giggles, resting her head on his shoulders. "A bit, yeah," she mumbles good-naturedly.
"It's just...you've been drinking and stuff, and so you're not really in your right mind, and..."
"...and I don't care."
"Evidently...but I do, because I don't want to do this - " he pauses when she, in his opinion very unfairly, presses her knee into a very specific location south of his abdomen that sort of proves he does want to do this, and very much so. He breathes unsteadily and tries to focus on what he's saying. " - if you're going regret it tomorrow."
"I won't regret it," she insists, pressing a kiss to his neck.
"You don't know that."
"Doctor, the very reason I had a little bit to drink - "
" – 'little bit?'" he interrupts, scoffing good-naturedly. She ignores this, however.
" - Was to a) give me a bit of Dutch courage, and b) minimise embarrassment if you didn't...er...let's say, reciprocate my...advances."
He leans back and looks her in the eye. "You doubted that I would 'reciprocate your advances?'"
"Yes," she replies. "I wasn't sure what...um...whether, you, as a Time Lord, would want...or even think about...or like, be up for, er..."
"Making love with you?" he offers quietly.
She blushes again. "Um...well, yeah," she admits.
"Weeelll, as you've probably realised, I'm certainly up for it, but I think you should probably be sober at the time, because - "
" - I'm not that drunk," Rose grumbles. "And it's not like I don't want to do this when I'm sober, anyway."
He's about to retort, when she distracts him by shifting her body again, getting into a different position. Where she moves her knee that's in between his legs to the other side of his left leg, and settles herself so that she's straddling his lap now.
(Right. Nice. Very...very...nice.)
He tries to regain his ability to speak, but she silences him again by pressing on finger to his lips. "Fingers on lips," she murmurs, while she undoes the rest of his shirt with her free hand. "You don't need to say anything right now."
"Rose," he just about manages to mumble around her finger, but her name, rather than sounding like a reprimand – like he intends – comes out as more of a moan when she untucks his shirt from his trousers and runs her hand over his chest.
"Yes?" she answers, a teasing tone evident in her voice.
"Stop," he says, and she can hear him clearly now, because her finger has left his lip, and the hand which that finger belongs to is now travelling down to help her other hand undo his trousers. Despite this fact, she ignores his fairly coherent, if very feeble, request.
She kisses him again, and feels him moan into her mouth when she rocks forward slightly. She smiles against his lips when, as she finally manages to unbutton and unzip his trousers, his hips buck up beneath her.
She pauses then, and rises off his lap so that she's just hovering. At the loss of contact, the Doctor contradicts his initial request with a sound that sounds very much like, "Don't stop." In fact, it sounds exactly like that, because that's what it is, accompanied by a groan of frustration.
"Doctor," she murmurs, staring at him intently. "I - "
He cuts her off her sentence, whatever it is going to be, by pushing her back onto his lap and kissing her again (it's very distracting, is that.) Then, he twists their bodies so that he can fall backwards onto the sofa horizontally.
Rose breaks off the kiss and frowns, suddenly unsure.
She watches the Doctor watch her as she nervously reaches down to the hem of her t-shirt, and pulls it up and over her head. Chucking it over her shoulder, she sees his eyes widen and his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly.
She leans down and kisses him again, encouraging his hands to explore all the exposed Rose that he's never had the chance to see before.
"You are completely beautiful," he mumbles against her lips.
"So are you," she smiles.
Then, she spontaneously makes up her mind, and does something very un-Rose-ish.
(At least, he hopes it's un-Rose-ish, because he doesn't like the idea that she does this a lot. With anyone other than him. And considering this is the first time she's doing this with him, he's happy to acknowledge the fact that it's different from anything he's ever seen Rose do before and therefore it is indeed very un-Rose-ish. So there.)
After a few moments, he stops her, and pushes her backwards so that it's her lying on her back on the sofa now. The whispered words "my turn" flutter from his mouth and linger over her lips as he then slowly moves his way down her body, mapping out her skin with tantalising kisses. His tongue traces a symbol on her stomach, and though she knows not what it means, she revels in the feel of him claiming her in this way.
(To him, it quite clearly says 'the Doctor's' in Gallifreyan, but she doesn't have to know that.)
He presses a tender kiss to her hip bone and she bites her lip to stop herself from crying out as he helps her out of her knickers. Waking up Jackie Tyler at a moment like this is something they are definitely not aiming to do.
Rose realises, then, where they are. She'd sort of forgotten. "Um, Doct – oh," she falters, as he does something that she's fairly sure is decidedly un-Doctor-ish. She swallows thickly, and tries to focus on what she's saying, although that is incredibly difficult considering she is now completely naked and completely underneath the man she's completely in love with. "Doctor..." He doesn't answer. He's a bit preoccupied. "Doctor, oh god, um...we're on my Mum's sofa...she could...she's just...next...could um, hear..." she stutters, and he pauses and shifts slightly away. She moans at the loss. That's when she surrenders. "Oh, you know what? Never mind."
She can feel his lips curve into a smile against her thigh, and then he crawls up her body again and kisses her forcefully. She groans in frustration when he pulls back, and suspends himself on his elbows so that he's not touching her at all. "By the way, Rose, word of advice. You know, for future reference. Please, don't ever, ever mention your mother at moments like this," he tells her mock-sternly.
"Future reference?" she grins cheekily.
He sighs. "Typical you that that's the only bit you paid attention to."
She giggles. "I feel like a teenager."
"Well, it was only a year ago that you were one," he retorts. He wonders then, if she ever really considers the absolutely, ridiculously huge 'one hell of an age gap' between them.
When she runs a hand down his torso he realises that she evidently doesn't care about that one little bit.
"No, I mean being on the sofa and stuff. In my Mum's flat."
He frowns while he ingests this information.
She realises what he might think by that. "Not that I've done this on my Mum's sofa before," she insists, and he raises an eyebrow. "I just meant it's not a very adult-like thing to do is it? Risking getting caught by a mum when our own place is only downstairs."
His expression relaxes. "Firstly, this seems pretty adult-like to me, and b) the TARDIS is far too far away. Can't possibly walk down all those stairs in this condition," he murmurs, and she laughs into his chest as she leans up to hug him close.
"Doctor..." she murmurs slowly.
(Seductively, in his opinion. He's never heard someone say his name quite like that before, and he's pretty sure he loves it a lot, hearing it from Rose Tyler.)
"Yeah?" he replies, a little breathless just contemplating what she might say next.
"I'd sort of like to stop talking and get on with it now," she says, smiling cheekily.
He sighs in relief. "Blimey, I thought you'd never ask," he tells her, grinning in his adorable, awestruck way.