I do not own Doctor Who
This is set in my Time Rewritten Universe. For those who haven't read my stories, I have added back story on the history of Jimmy Stone and Rose's relationship. In it (which I do not believe happened in cannon, btw), Jimmy raped her. Now, with the Doctor, they are trying to become intimate. This is a one-shot of them navigating this intimacy and both their desires.
Pairing: 9/Rose
Setting: After 'Father's Day'
Rating: M
Warning: Smut and bondage.
Trust
She knows he's angry. He's hardly spoken a word to her since they got back to the TARDIS. He'd put them in the Vortex, wordlessly, and stalked off, TARDIS only knows where. The TARDIS strokes her mind gently, reassuringly, and Rose smiles a tight smile. The TARDIS usually knows how to cheer her up. It didn't stop Rose from feeling the angry hum she knew was coming from the Doctor. Their partial bond had been strengthened with the telepathy he has been teaching her. Even with shields in place, she can still sense him.
She wanders aimlessly through the halls of the TARDIS, letting her own anger, insecurities, and fear for the day slowly fade away. She's not mad at the Doctor, but herself. She's was the one who swanned off and left him for her father. And then, to make matters worse, she killed him. 'Don't touch the baby, Rose'. He'd said it as clear as day. But it didn't matter. She had a bad habit of not following his directions. Even the Wolf, nestled deep inside Rose's conscious, had leapt at the opportunity to see her father again.
She has no idea how long she's been walking the hallways, but she is tired. So tired. She slips into a doorway. It's a room she has never seen before and it makes her gasp. Covering the walls are drawings, mostly of her. She spins in the middle of the room, trying to see all the drawings at once. Some are of their adventures. Others are of the 'domestics' inside the TARDIS. But the ones that really catch her eye, and make her blush, are the ones where she is naked. They have just barely begun engaging in any sexual activities. After Jimmy, opening up to that has been difficult.
And these images are wholly erotic. She stares at each in turn. In some she is alone, pleasuring herself. In others, he is with her. And even with just pencil and paper, it seems he has managed to catch the love and devotion in both of their eyes. So many things were depicted in these pictures. After a while, she decides that they are mostly the Doctor's fantasies. She should feel uncomfortable because quite a few of them show her bound. But the ecstasy on her face makes her wonder, briefly, if she would enjoy that. This wasn't Jimmy. This was the Doctor. Her Doctor. And if she trusts anyone, it's him.
~DW~~DW~~DW~
The Doctor is angry. Not at Rose, but at himself. He knew. KNEW! He shouldn't have taken her to see her father. It could only end in heartache, for both of them. But she bat her eyes at him and like always, he gave in. Then, he'd gotten angry when she'd wanted to get close to her dad. No matter that Rose had never met him. The Wolf should have known better. But even she was howling in anguish, wanting to see her parents again.
He sighs. No, today was really just his fault. He should have said no. He runs his hands angrily over his face. He'd marched out of the Console Room, upset, but not at Rose. She probably took it the wrong way, though.
He wanders the halls, trying to calm his own self-loathing. He's made plenty of mistakes in his 900+ years, but he was trying not to make any with Rose. Today, he'd let his own fears get the best of him. Maybe, if he had let her have a nice, short visit, he could have avoided being eaten by Reapers. Maybe he could have avoided the heartache.
He sends the TARDIS a mental nudge, trying to see if she will tell him where Rose has run off to. It's time he apologized to her. The TARDIS shows him a door. He knows this door. It's his Fantasy Room. And quite a few things in there that she probably shouldn't see yet. He starts running.
~DW~~DW~~DW~
She feels his apprehension and fear long before he arrives. But once he gets to the door, instead of bursting through, like she anticipates, he enters slowly, tentatively, afraid. She doesn't turn to him, doesn't acknowledge that she knows he is there. Instead, she stares, pointedly, at one drawing in particular. It shows her, hands bound to their shared bed. Her head is thrown back, pleasure on her face. He is between her legs, making her come undone, eyes towards her face, gauging her reaction. She feels him stop behind her, just out of reach.
"When did you draw this?" Her tone is not accusatory, just inquisitive. Her tone inspires hope in him. Not the hope that she will ever let him act on these images. Just the hope that she's not angry at him for having them in the first place. He doesn't look at her while he speaks.
"After Van Statten. One night when you were asleep. He took away all of my control. So I drew a scene where I was in total control."
"So you drew me as out of control? Helpless?"
"Out of control and helpless in your want? Yes." She turns to look at him, eyes blinking rapidly, a bit of confusion on her face.
"Is that what you see?"
"It's an exercise in trust, Rose. You have just as much control as I do in that situation. I'd never do anything you didn't want. All you have to do is stop me with a word. But until that word is uttered, you are a feast set out before me and it's my goal to make you scream." The last came out as a growl, the images flitting through his mind before he could turn them off. Her writhing beneath him, screaming his name. She swallows thickly. This really shouldn't be turning her on, but it is.
"And that's not the only thing, love. This trust goes both ways. Because there's no way I would tie you down without letting you return the favor." Their eyes meet, and for once, the desire is plain in the Doctor's eyes. He's usually so good at keeping it contained. Rose closes her eyes, trying to compose herself.
"You want this?" Her voice only trembles slightly. From fear or anticipation, she doesn't know.
"Both ways. Sometimes. Yes."
"But not every time." He moves close enough to touch her. She tilts her head up and opens her eyes. The desire is still there, but also concern. He reaches a tentative hand to cup her cheek. She nuzzles into his hand, lips parting slightly and eyes closing.
"Rose." This time it is a warning. "If this isn't what you want, stop now. Otherwise, I might not be able to control myself much longer."
She stops and steps back. Fear crosses the Doctor's face but dissolves at her reassuring smile. She grasps his hands lightly in her own and brings his hands back up to her face.
"Show me."
"I-" She places his fingers tips on her temples and looks him in the eyes. He sees no fear there, just curiosity and anticipation. She wants this.
"Show me your fantasy, Doctor." A command, this time. He leans forward, resting his forehead against hers and drops his hands to lightly caress her neck and shoulders. She shivers.
~DW~~DW~~DW~
It starts normal enough. They run back to the TARDIS after an adventure. The Doctor flips switches and turns knobs, sending them into the Vortex. But when he turns to her, his eyes are dark. He stalks towards her slowly, like a panther, and instinctually, she backs away.
"I told you not to wander off, Rose." His voice is deep, gravelly, scraping every nerve and lighting her on fire. She's backed up against the door now. He grabs a wrist in each hand and presses them into the wood beside her head. He brings his lips to her ear.
"What will it take for you to understand that one, simple rule? Do I need to tie you down? Punish you to make you understand?" She whimpers as his breath ghosts across her skin. A soft kiss on her neck. They are moving before she registers, but she dares not look back. Every move is exceptionally gentle. Soon enough, they come to their shared bedroom. Her top and bra are off just over the threshold. He backs her against the bed and steps back, his hands still on her wrists.
"You didn't answer me, Rose."
"Doctor-" He bites gently on her shoulder, making her moan. It's not hard enough to mark, but he kisses the spot anyway, soothing it. He leans her back until she is on the bed. He lets one wrist go, and reaches up. He ties a silken rope around her wrist, securing her. He runs his finger around, to make sure she has enough circulation. He does the same with the other wrist.
"You're going to learn, Rose. One way or another." He peppers kisses across her shoulders. His hands stroke her torso. Rose writhes underneath him, trying to touch more of him, to make him come closer. The more she moves, the further away he gets.
"Now Rose. This is punishment. I'm going to give you exactly what you want, but on my terms. You have to learn to obey my rules." He ghosts his breath across her skin, goose pimples rising, nipples perking. Her entire body hums with want and anticipation.
"Do you remember the safe word? In case it's too much?"
"TARDIS." She breathes the word out, barely above a whisper, but he smiles. She's okay with this, and if she needs him to stop, all she has to do is utter the word. He dives back into his ministrations. He places open mouth kisses on her nipples, laving them with his tongue. When he's done with the first, he blows across it gently, making the peaks contract and stand tall and proud. He repeats the action with the other, careful to keep the rest of his body from touching Rose. Yes, this is about him being in control, but it is also about her pleasure.
Finally, satisfied that he has touched and teased every inch of the upper portions of her body, he scoots down to reveal the rest of her. He moves agonizingly slow, kissing, licking, teasing every inch thoroughly as he reveals it. He's careful to keep away from her center. She's openly writhing beneath him, and he loves it.
He licks up her leg, but stops, just shy of where she wants him. She's dripping now, and openly moaning, and it's almost enough to make him give in. Instead, he licks up the other leg, nibbling slightly as he goes. Finally, he relents, and ghosts his breath across her, just hard enough so she knows that he has finally placed his attention there. She arches her back, and finally, just as tired of the teasing as she is, he dives in.
He sucks, licks, and nips at her, driving them both wild in their need. He alternates between her folds and her clit, her moaning spurring him on. He has his left arm wrapped under her, hand resting on her stomach. His right is concentrating pressure directly on her clit and his tongue...oh, his tongue is doing torturous things. Diving in and out of her, his moans almost as loud as hers. A flick and a pinch and she comes undone, legs clamping around his head as he laps her down greedily.
~DW~~DW~~DW~
He breaks the connection and steps back, breathing heavily. True, they hadn't done anything physical. They had, however, just had mind-blowing telepathic sex for the first time and he feels a bit out of control. He looks at her, fearful of her reaction. He's surprised, and thankful, to see desire and not fear in her eyes.
"That's your fantasy? Of that picture?" He nods, words beyond him.
"Oh..oh wow. That's..that's nothing how I thought it would be."
"Good wow or bad?"
"I...I think I might like that. Sometime." She pauses and his eyes widen. "But...but maybe before that, I should be the one in control? So I understand?" It's phrased as a question but he just smiles a wide, relieved smile.
"Your wish is my command, Rose."
~DW~~DW~~DW~
Not sure where this came from. I was in the mood to write smut but didn't exactly have a place in any of my stories for it. Well, not for 9/Rose smut at least. Like I said at the beginning, this does tie into my Time Rewritten Universe.