Fire in the Dawn {part four}
He felt so tired. Wearied. The thought of actually sleeping had scared him so much that he'd done it as little as possible since watching his planet burn. No…scared was the wrong word. Well he was scared, yes, but more the fact that he would just feel more tired with the nightmares anyway. And the memories they brought back took far longer to grin away.
They followed him. No matter how hard he tried to chase them off.
The irony, perhaps, of feeling safe enough to sleep for the first time in a decade was that it was all he wanted to do. Her fingers were laced through his as they stepped onto the TARDIS, all warm and soft, and he let her lead him as they crossed the console room. The walls had a dim, blue-green glow about them. He smiled at his ship.
Always taking care of him in one way and another.
They reached his door, and even through the drowsiness he noticed she didn't pause at all before leading them through. Whatever had happened to the shy, curious nineteen-year-old asking if it was always this dangerous?
"Doctor?"
"Hmm?"
He realised he'd been staring, but she merely grinned as he broke out of his reverie.
"Um…"
"Look like you've just pulled an all-nighter." She said wryly, though her voice was gentle. "Actually, we just did, didn't we?"
It was his turn to grin, but it was difficult to keep his eyes open once he scrunched them.
"Probably don't need to sleep for long," he mumbled as she pulled him knowingly over to the bed. "Not after…you know…"
"That was a week ago!"
"Mm-mm! Superior…sleep…patterns, me. Don't need as much sleep as pink and yellow apes."
"Yeeeah." Rose rolled the syllable as she sat him down. Her hands lingered in his before sliding softly up to his shoulders. As if she didn't want to break contact, but was suddenly unsure.
"Don't go." He whispered. He shut his eyes and laid his head on her shoulder, breathing deeply.
"I wasn't going to."
She turned her head and kissed him. Without a word she pushed him back, laying him down on the mattress, before leaving the floor so that she could crawl to his side. He raised his arm and she sank onto his chest, closing her own eyes before continuing "I missed you. This week."
Their eyes met and he brought his other hand to brush the hair out of her face.
"I was scared." His arm coiled tighter of its own accord. "Scared that I wanted it again."
She smiled gently.
"You still scared?"
"Oh, terrified." He said easily. "But not with you here. You make me feel safe."
Her words echoed back to her, she turned her eyes down and giggled into his shirt.
"What?"
"Just…bit mad, that's all. You feeling safe with me. Rest of the universe, it's the other way around."
"Not with Rose Tyler." She looked up again as he stared intensely into her summer eyes. "My Rose Tyler…"
His words trailed off. Sleep advanced over him as she raised herself up to bring their lips level, softly touching them like they had in the beginning. Just quiet, gentle exploring, her tongue moistening just the very edges of his mouth as he did the same.
"Go to sleep, Doctor. I'll be here."
He nodded, conscious thought trickling away to dreams as she stroked his brow.
"Sleep."
"Rose…"
He blinked. For a time it was like he'd sunk into a warm bath, but it seemed to him mere seconds passed between shutting his eyes and opening them again. He was confused. He felt more awake, but he was confused. More so because suddenly Rose was pressed to his side again wearing the thinnest pink satin nightie he could have imagined, fingertips tracing patterns on his rumpled shirt.
"I was wondering when you'd come round."
He raised an eyebrow, not quite ready to speak when breathing caused her whole body to move like that. He took a moment to check his time-sense – itself a little drowsy – and started. Two hours, twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds. It was quite a long time for him not being sleep deprived.
"S'pose I was just a bit knackered." He grinned sheepishly. "I did see you die, to be fair. Must have taken it out of me."
Rose sighed and threw an arm over his other side, face pressed to his ribs.
"I'm okay, Doctor. I always will be."
He might have wondered endlessly about how she could promise such things so confidently, but she interrupted by leaning up to kiss his jaw.
"Love you." She murmured. The silvery-pink satin flowed and curved to her body as she continued kissing down his neck, one leg curling around his. A moan escaped his lips as she came to the tie and took it apart to press her mouth to his throat.
"You know, I never quite imagined this." He shivered as her fingers ghosted over the shirt buttons. "Not really. Not really, really that it ever could be real –"
His breath was snatched away from him as her hands delved beneath the fabric to his skin. It seemed like they were on fire whilst his own body had turned icy cold. He every movement he felt with exquisite clarity; every touch spreading sparks where the two elements met. With a strangled noise, he reached down to pull her up and sought her lips with his. It was her turn to moan as he swept his tongue against hers, gently and slowly as he could manage when every instinct was telling him to plunge. She seemed to understand, though, and no sooner had he completed the slow, intense move when her tongue all but rushed against his.
Hands were momentarily forgotten as the kiss blazed between both of them, all heat and tongues and desperate desire. Only the last vestiges of sanity held him back, but in those vestiges he had her – her warmth, her smile, her re-assuring, self-assured self-certainty, as well as her certainty of him. The fear dissipated in the fire, and when they broke away, he was grinning madly. He suddenly remembered his hands.
"Well," he said mischievously. "Now that we're finally here…" fingers previously in her hair trailed down her neck, stroked the edge of her collar bone, and then recklessly went further to where the night dress fell generously into a 'v'.
"Yes, Doctor?"
Her voice strained and she was fighting to keep still. He didn't answer. He was too fascinated with the way the little hairs and pores stood to attention when he brushed his fingers along the edge of the material.
"Doctor?"
"Mm?"
"Now that we're here?"
"Now that we're here…" his voice dropped to a whisper as he raised himself closer, breath caressing her flesh. "Doing this…"
"Yeah?" Rose was quivering with anticipation, one hand clutching his shoulder in an effort to steady herself above him.
"I can do this."
His fingers quested below the edge of the dress and slid down to encompass her breast. She gasped, sliding fluidly to grip his hips with her knees. Fireworks went off in the region of his pelvis and he pulled her down to kiss with his free hand, the other working the pliant flesh he'd found. Her skin was soft as milk – she'd had a shower before changing and the smell of pomegranates was startlingly fresh, but now he felt just how smooth her skin could be. Like velvet. And the little noises she made into his mouth were the most incredible things in the world. She rocked her hips into his, and he made an involuntary jerk upwards.
"Oh, Rose…"
"Oh, dear." Rose pursed her lips in an expression of mock sympathy as she looked down between them. "That thing that happened the other night happen again?"
"What?" He genuinely didn't know what she was on about until he followed her gaze down. "Oh…"
"Oh." She seemed barely able to contain the smuggest of smirks.
"You…noticed?"
Now she didn't even try to hide it.
"Well, you were pressing it behind me for most of the night." She rose into a sitting pose before examining the straining bulge that had materialised between his legs, seemingly disinterested.
"Sorry," he mumbled. The hand previously on her breast now felt sorely cold.
"Oi! S'okay!" Rose let out a giggle and reached for his face. "Just you leaving me in bed without a word. And…you know…" she settled her lower body back over his obvious erection. "You not doing anything about it."
The Doctor grinned widely and pulled her into his arms.
"Well we're certainly doing something about it now."
The hands on her back moved down the slippery fabric until he found the round of her bottom. And then he stilled in surprise, eyebrows raised.
"Rose, are you…?"
"Hmm?" She asked mischievously, wiggling her behind against his hands.
"Blimey…" he breathed as he felt the bare skin beneath.
"Didn't seem much point putting them on." She rocked forward again, harder this time, and his eyes rolled back. "And it is surprisingly comfortable."
She let out a yelp as he hooked a heel over one of her ankles and flipped them both around, crushing his mouth to hers. After a searing kiss, she managed "alright, you asked for it."
The Doctor had barely a split second to contemplate her meaning before his belt was open and her hand was pushing inside, inside his boxers. He made a slight squeaking noise before his ability to make sound at all shut down. His eyes shut tight; his body curled. He had reached the shores of his own mind before he remembered that he hadn't gone anywhere – he hadn't been transported across the universe by Rose's fantastic fingers. A long, deep groan grew and released from the depths of his chest and he surged forward.
"Rose…Rose…" His breath was so shallow it was if he was drinking not breathing, but the feeling of absolute ecstasy building from her touch would have been worth death itself. His nose buried in her neck as he fought not to collapse on her, her fingers pressing and pulling at the skin, then cupping him, moving him…
He captured her lips like oxygen and tried to drink her in instead as his hips rolled of their own whim. Her other hand suddenly rushed to help, opening the trousers entirely and trying to tug them down. His own went to help, but then she grasped his length entirely, pumping vigorously, and all further attempts at co-ordination failed him. He couldn't remember tumbling down next to her, only that his whole world had turned to a white wall of pleasure. It was just him and her, in the entire universe, and the volcano of pressure and supressed want balled inside him.
Until he remembered her. By that point it was almost impossible, but he willed his hands to move, and willed hers to stop. Screwing up every ounce of courage and self-control, he pushed them gently away and lay panting while sensation returned.
"Doctor?" She sounded uncertain, but he couldn't talk yet. The tangle of sensations and emotions was overpowering, so instead he raised a hand to her cheek and smiled weakly.
"What?"
"Just…" it was hard to bully his brain into working. "…this…together." He said finally. "'s not fair if I'm out before we've even started."
"Doctor…" she shook her head slightly, a little amazed. "Doctor, it's okay for it to be about your pleasure for a bit, you know."
"No Rose, I owe you too much –" he leaned up to rest his forid against hers. "– love you too much to not give you the same." He smiled. "Besides, if it's my pleasure we're talking about, I'd much rather come inside you since you mention it."
She raised her eyebrows, eyes wide.
"In me, Doctor?"
His eyes shut.
"You still don't believe it. You'd stay with me forever and not think that I don't want you?"
"Still bonkers."
"I love you."
The world had come back into focus and he could feel his legs again as she slid around beneath again. Her knees encased his hips and their tongues met, but it gave him an idea.
"I still want to give you pleasure, Rose Tyler."
"And making love to me wouldn't be?"
"Oh, I don't know, I'm a bit out of practice." He said, only half-jokingly. "And definitely out of practice with humans."
"Well I don't know anything about timelords except they seem to feel familiar enough." She rubbed her hand between them just once to emphasise her point. "We'll just have to learn as we go."
Robbed of breath once again, that particular timelord gave her a wry look whilst he put her mischievous hands firmly at her sides.
"Oh, now this is unfair."
"Can't have you distracting me!" He panted as he drew back from her silk-clad body. Her eyes darkened even more as he hovered over her, her skin taught with goose bumps. "This is going to need my full attention."
With painstaking slowness, he guided his trembling hands to her shoulders, and slid down the dress. Rose exhaled a sigh as inch after inch of her was revealed. He'd been right about the underwear – he almost hesitated when he reached her hips, but the desire to see overrode his nerves. The satin slipped fluidly away over her ankles, but he wasn't watching where it went. He was gazing at her.
Now…he was nine hundred years old (possibly older since it was hard to keep count and easier to round for everyone else) and it was safe to assume he'd seen naked bodies before. Many. In various capacities. He'd seen naked humans and he'd definitely imagined what Rose might look like under her jeans and tight tee-shirts. Yet, for all of that, he had never realised the effect of seeing her laid bare to him for the first time.
She was gorgeous. Her skin – so much skin! – glowed with a sort of half-pale, half-flushed flare that accentuated all the details.
Details? DETAILS? You're calling them DETAILS?
His brain was over-steering madly, trying to keep a grasp of reality whilst taking in every detail. She was…she was…
"Beautiful." He breathed, the lilting accents of his native tongue only barely sufficing for what he meant by it.
"Doctor?"
"Fuck." His voice croaked as he ran soft fingers from her thigh to her ribs. His thumb traced a circle on her stomach, the feel of her warm flesh against his beyond anything. Well…his eyes roamed over her perfectly formed breasts, falling off-centre now she was on her back, and down to the cleft between her legs. His whole body trembled as the thought of more passed through his brain.
More than this?
"Doctor?"
His eyes darted back to hers. She sounded as nervous as he did.
"Um…what did you say before?"
He dived to kiss her so thoroughly they were left gasping for breath.
"Oh Rose…" One hand was clutching her thigh against his hip, the other tangling through her hair. "You're amazing."
Her face split in a grin.
"Off." She commanded breathlessly. "Want to see you."
The rest of his shirt buttons – with more than a few casualties – were dealt with promptly and then her hands were wrestling the shirt. It was gone in a moment, and so were the trousers, wrenched the way down. By this point he was so aroused it hurt, especially as her hands explored across his chest. But as he considered them together, completely naked together, he remembered why he'd stopped.
He heard and felt her breath hitch as he encompassed a nipple in his mouth. He nipped it, and she gasped, hips rocking up to his. He felt that touch; the sheer heat pressed for an instant against his member and groaned against her skin. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, but he wanted to do this. With another clipping bite that made her squeak, he rushed down her belly, nose brushing the skin, and steadied his hands on her hips.
"Doctor." She moaned as his breath fell between her legs. Then he brought his tongue to that ravine of sensitive skin, and she arched into the touch. She was strange to his heightened sense of taste, but strange in a way that blew every other sense out the window. His tongue flicked and rasped over her, into her, and she writhed at the sensation, hips rising off the mattress.
"Doctor!" Her hands had been pulling through his hair, but now they balled in the sheets, her breath rapid. He focussed his attention on the bundle of nerves just above, and she jerked upwards with a cry, whimpering his name again. It was too much. With a cry of his own, he surged upwards and captured her lips, her response desperate and wanting, tongue racing round his. Her knees gripped him until he was pressed to her, holding onto sanity by a thread.
"Rose…" he gasped.
"Go on."
She let her hips fall back just enough to let him move. He looked down.
"Rose Tyler." Forid pressed against hers, he moved inside her. Fire engulfed them both as she pushed back to take him all the way in. His mind screamed with amazement as he felt her all around him; her heat, her soft walls. They moaned together, but the noise came from far away as he rocked forward and up, bodies entwined. Next second, hands were everywhere. His mouth found the crook of her neck and he bit down, and all the while their rhythm rocking through them both. The sensation was tectonic, world moving. Every fibre of his body screamed for more, and he thrust into her, completing them in ways legend talked about.
From her neck, he growled. A low, primal growl that staked his claim. His.
He punctuated it with a thrust.
His.
Her hands scraped down his back, clutching for dear life as he plunged further and further.
"Doctor."
He opened his eyes. He couldn't remember shutting them. Hips quivered to a stop with the last effort he had and he reached for her face, shaking terribly.
"Let go." She whispered, eyes drawing him like a dream he never wanted to wake from. "My Doctor. Let go."
Her hips pushed back up with all the force she could manage and he howled, unable to stop the surge forward.
"Rose."
"Let go."
"Then let me show you."
Nimble fingers found the nodes on her head despite the fog of passion, and he opened his mind to hers. He didn't have as much control as he should've done, but Rose wasn't in a state to care. He felt her wonder as he poured his emotions into her; anxiety, guilt – "Still guilt, Doctor?" – relief, joy and love. Oh, the love he felt for her. Memories branched between them, too fleetingly to do more than glance, and through all he sensed her reciprocation of their love; her strength. He shared the darkness with her until she had lit it ablaze like a new sun, falling into him as they started to move again. The act sent tremors of pleasure through their minds, and one thought he gave her. One thought rising above the rest.
'Yours.'
She cried out, both physically and in their minds, and gripped him even harder.
"Yours!"
He surged into her, tears in his eyes, and then again, the sensation rocketing through them both. The rest of his strength poured into thrusting, in, and in, the first pulse driving them to new heights as it rammed him against her core. The white lights had started again, but he could feel her, in every way, right there with him, moving with his mind and body. Their cries set a chorus and he could hear his name even as she thought it. She was calling him, even as the pulses racked through them. He screamed her name, and knew she felt his sheer, raw pleasure when he drove himself into her once more, claiming her whilst she guided him home.
The world contracted and burst, and for one, glorious moment, they were both there; him freezing, her burning. The contradiction that made the universe whole. And then they came apart. Shockwaves reverberated across mind and body, and they held to each other as the pleasure overcame them, collapsing them into the light.
A.N: See? Special recipe! DEFINITELY a lot darker than what I was expecting, but it does mean it's not the same as my other stuff. I took out a couple of lines from chapter two, just so it doesn't follow exactly the same pattern as chapter three and at the same time I sort of brought it all to a head here. So there it is - the steamy stuff.
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