2.12 Fear Her
Rose didn't want to focus on the trauma of the Doctor and the TARDIS disappearing into a drawing and not knowing if she'd be able to get them back, nor did she want to let the Doctor (or herself) dwell on the so-called storm that he claimed to feel coming, so she decided to focus on another aspect of the day.
"You were jealous of a cat," she teased the Doctor, grinning at him gleefully.
"I was not!" the Doctor replied, indignant.
"You WERE. You were jealous of a CAT! I called him handsome, and you were jealous!" Rose continued to taunt.
"Rose Tyler, I was not jealous. I was merely…" but the sentence trailed off, as the Doctor failed to think of an emotion that he could have been feeling that would be appropriately Time Lord-y.
"Merely…?" Rose asked, raising her eyebrows at him, eyes twinkling.
"Hush, you," the Doctor pouted.
"Don't worry Doctor, I promise I think you're AT LEAST as handsome as that cat," Rose reassured him laughingly, pulling on the lapels of his jacket so that she could give him a conciliatory peck on the lips.
"Oh, I know," the Doctor answered, his voice suggestive.
"Do you now?" Rose asked, looping her arms around his neck.
"Oh yes," the Doctor responded, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her closer to him. "You think I'm foxy." he imitated Cassandra's intonation from months ago and Rose giggled up at him.
"You, Sir Doctor, are getting rather overconfident. Bit big for your britches, yeah?" she trailed one of her hands down his side to his bum, which she squeezed firmly to emphasize her point as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Am I now? Well that's unfortunate. I rather like these britches. Still, if they're too small, I suppose I should take them off," the Doctor mused.
"Mmm, yeah, probably should do." Rose agreed with a nod. "S'pose I could help you with that. Tight trousers can be rather hard to take off. You could probably use an extra hand."
The Doctor grinned toothily as Rose unwrapped her arms from his neck and placed her hands against his chest, shoving him back toward the jumpseat. He giggled as he fell back onto it, where Rose promptly climbed up to straddle his lap. She threaded her hands into his hair and tugged to tilt his head back so that she could kiss him properly. They snogged leisurely, smiling as their mouths came together and parted and came together again, tongues teasing each other. Rose nipped at the Doctor's lower lip, and he groaned deep in his throat. She could feel his anatomy responding to their closeness, and shifted back slightly, running her hands down his chest and to the fly of his trousers.
"Now, let's see about these over-tight britches, shall we? They seem to have gotten even tighter!" Rose ran a finger up the Doctor's straining bulge teasingly.
"Minx," the Doctor chided, trying to stifle another groan.
"You love it," Rose responded. Her deft fingers unfastened the button and zipper that were blocking him from her, and she slid herself back to the ground, grasping the waistbands of his trousers and pants and pulling them down his legs in one smooth movement. The Doctor lifted himself slightly to allow her to complete the movement, and then watched with eyes darkened with anticipation and want as Rose sank gracefully to her knees in front of him.
Rose ran her hands up the Doctor's now-bare thighs. "How're your manly, hairy legs feeling now? Better?" Rose asked in mock concern, her wide eyes meeting his.
"Much," the Doctor answered. "You were right, those britches were entirely too… ohhhhhhh… too tight." The last came out on a gasp as Rose, without breaking his gaze, licked his now fully erect shaft slowly from base to tip. "Fuck, Rose."
Rose grinned as she continued her ministrations, her hands and lips and tongue working together to drive the Doctor mad. His head fell backwards onto the jumpseat headrest as she worked him; his hands grappled with the upholstery as he struggled to maintain his composure. It was a struggle he lost quickly, and soon a torrent of swearing and begging in a variety of languages was spilling from his mouth as Rose worked him faster, her mouth sliding up and down him rhythmically, pushing him ever closer to the edge. When he finally hit the point of no return, he gasped out at her desperately, "Fuck, Rose, I'm so close. Oh god, please…" Rose pulled her head back and pumped him swiftly a few more times with her tight, warm fist until he spilled into her other waiting hand with a groan. Grinning mischievously, she rose from the floor, leaving him prone on the seat, and then winked at him.
The Doctor chuckled. "Well, you did say you were going to give me a hand. Didn't mention a mouth, though; that was quite a bonus. I should get too big for my britches more often."
Rose laughed. "Be right back," she told him, sauntering off toward the loo, completely unembarrassed by the puddle of fluid cupped in her hand.
When she returned to the console room, the Doctor had rearranged his clothes and launched them into the vortex. She could tell his mood had shifted even before she saw the look on his face. Despite her best efforts, her attempt to distract them both from the aura of dread that had lingered over the end of the day had not dispelled the worry for very long at all. The Doctor looked up when he sensed her in the doorway, and beckoned her over. She went to him, and he wrapped her into a tight hug, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head before tucking her under his chin.
"What did you mean before, about a storm?" Rose asked him quietly.
"I can't really explain," the Doctor responded, his voice heavy, "I can just feel it. Something's coming. Something bad."
"Should I be scared?" she asked him.
With a heavy breath out, the Doctor unwrapped himself from her. "Nah," he answered, his casual tone fooling her not at all. "I'm sure it's nothing. It'll be fine."
"You sure?" she asked apprehensively, entwining her fingers with his and tugging on his hand slightly. He turned back toward her and met her eyes, his face serious.
"I will never let anything happen to you, Rose Tyler. I will always keep you safe. I promise."
Rose nodded, and pulled him back in for another hug. He rocked her gently as she tried to fight the tears that were gathering in her eyes. She didn't know why, but she could feel it, too. Something was coming. She couldn't help but think back on the words of the demonic being on Krop Tor. The valiant child, who will die in battle so very soon.
"Tell you what," the Doctor said, his tone purposefully light as he squeezed Rose tightly before releasing her and taking her hands instead. "Let's visit a bazaar planet, shall we? Do a little shopping? Nothing a little alien shopping trip can't fix. Weeelll, I say nothing… shopping can't fix most things, actually, but it's always a good distraction. What do you say?"
Rose smiled sadly up at the Doctor, trying so hard to be brave for her. "Yeah, alright," she agreed. "Let's go shop. Maybe I can pick something up for mum to cheer her up after that whole debacle with Elton."
"Ah yes, gifts for the mother-in-law," the Doctor sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Every bloke's favorite thing."
"Mother-in-law?" Rose repeated skeptically, raising a brow at the Doctor.
"Oh, we're married according to the records of quite a few planets, Rose," the Doctor told her casually. "Could hardly be helped. The rules are so wibbly wobbly from place to place, it was inevitable that at least one society we came across would consider us legally bound based on holding hands in public or wearing yellow on a Tuesday."
"Uh...huh," Rose responded. She shook her head in disbelief and then shrugged. "Right. Mother-in-law it is, then! You get to be the one to tell her that her only daughter got married accidentally without inviting her, though, yeah?"
The Doctor grimaced. "How about we just keep that bit of information to ourselves, shall we?"
Rose laughed. "Come on, you. Let's go shop."
"Let's," the Doctor agreed. "But first…" his voice turned teasing and seductive as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. "It seems to me that I have a favor to return."
"That so?" Rose asked, her eyes darkening as she picked up on his shifting move.
"Oh yes," the Doctor responded, and before she could react, he'd scooped her off the floor and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Rose shrieked and giggled helplessly as, without another word, he carried her off down the hall towards his bedroom.