The 13th Doctor had no idea who she was. She knew personal things about him that she should not know. She knew which aphrodisiac worked on him and how to make sure he was dosed with it good and proper. She knew how to tie him effectively, how to make him beg and how to pleasure him until he screamed with the intensity of it. She scared him, though he'd never admit it. She was human, if a good bit more and he could see the love she held for him clearly...and it wasn't until the woman was about to leave that he found out what she was to him. She stayed when he asked it, but he still had no idea who she was until after she was sound asleep.

13th/Rose

10

Variations in Time and Space

The Ambush

The fabric she had used tie him with was soft, gentle and strong enough to hold him. He recognized the effects of an inhibitor drug when he was unable to purge a highly effective aphrodisiac from his system. This meant she knew what he was, there was only one that worked on Time Lords. She knew all his personal sweetspots, knew when his body would shut down in exhaustion so she could safely reposition him before he roused again. This meant she knew which Time Lord he was. It also meant she'd made love to him before...or since, possibly, since he didn't have a clue who she was. That possibility made him nervous because it meant she was really good at successfully ambushing him.

He was currently splayed out in a position that exposed him utterly, putting him on display and made him easily accessible. She stroked and stimulated him until pleasure overwhelmed his mind and tremendous force of will, covering his cock with her hot, sucking mouth every time he spewed. The last time he'd woken on his feet, legs spread, body bent and bound that way, to receive a special treat. Her small hands had spread his buttocks wide, allowing her soft lips to kiss his anus, nibble at the hole and finally, slide her tongue inside him, her hot little tongue to drilling deeply into him there.

She never spoke, never harmed or hurt him at all, she took him into her body in various ways, but she managed keep him hot, hard and willing for hours...until he fell back, finally unable to move from exhaustion, the last aftershocks pounding through his system. She dressed, eyes on him, then released him, tucking him in, covering him lightly. Brushing hair away from his ear, she whispered his name to him, told him she loved him, missed him and wanted to come home...she'd just wanted to demonstrate some of the benefits.

Despite his exhaustion, his eyes had gone round in shock at his name dropping from her lips. "His wife! He was married, this woman was his wife...and apparently timelost and thus far from home and there was something weird going on. Because he still didn't know who she was, despite having learned what she was.

He found the strength and the energy from somewhere to grasp her wrist. "Stay."

She stripped off again and joined him in bed, snuggling in close and he allowed it...not much of a one for snuggles, this him. She lifted one of his hands, laid his fingers over one of her Temples in a wordless suggestion and dropped simply off to sleep.

After a moment, he Looked. Oh look, it's Rose. Rose came home...Rose is home...how...did she change that much...oh. Oh, Bad Wolf altered her...oh. TARDIS engineered dye and plastic surgery somewhere...and a healing factor that matched or surpassed his own. Oh...his poor girl.

The shock on top of his exhaustion nearly knocked him out cold, then and there. He'd figure it later. Much later, after he was rested enough to return the favor of driving Rose nearly insane just as pleasurably as he could manage. T'was the least he could do.

~TBC~