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Chapter Eight-
The Doctor slipped quietly into the room that the TARDIS had given Rose, glad to see she was sleeping soundly. The Doctor sighed and sat on the edge of her bed and couldn't stop the smile that found its way to his lips when she rolled over so that she was closer to him. His eyes took her in. She was gorgeous, just as she had been in the basement of that shop.
The second the Doctor had seen her huddled up against the wall in fear, he had been drawn to her. He hadn't known what was drawing her to him and at the time he hadn't questioned it. He had just thought that he had been drawn to her to save her. But the second he had touched her hand, he knew that had been wrong. But even then he hadn't had time to question why he was drawn to her, nor had he been able to question why her fear had instantly melted away to joy and excitement the second his hand had slid into hers.
The Doctor shifted so that he was laying beside her. His hearts jumped when she moved so that she was cuddling to him. This was wrong. He knew that. She was human and he was a Time Lord. If his planet were still around and the elders knew of this, then she would be taken from him and he would be thrown into the matrix. The Doctor wrapped his arm around Rose at that thought.
He wouldn't let anything take her from him. She was his. The universe had led him to her. Had wanted him to find her. She was meant for him. He knew that. Could sense it. Her soul cried out for his, just as his cried out for hers. As if sensing his thoughts, Rose sighed happily and snuggled closer while shifting so that her head now laid on his chest. The Doctor held his breath, waiting for his double heart beat to wake her. But she merely sighed again and fell into a deeper sleep.
The Doctor allowed his hand to run through her soft hair. He had heard tales from the older Time Lords, those on their last life. But, like all the other younger Time Lords, he had merely brushed them aside, calling them fairy tales. But, as he held Rose to him, he was ready to admit that maybe those tales were true. Maybe soulmates truly did exist. And maybe, just maybe, Rose was his.
Everything fit with all the tales he had heard. The emptiness deep in the soul that nothing could fill suddenly being gone with just one touch. The deep ache in not just body but mind and soul being sooth just from hearing them. The urge to provide and protect. The absolute need to have them with you at all times.
In some deep, dark depth of his mind, a voice called out. It told him to be frightened of this. That this thing between him and Rose would destroy him if he let her get too close. It demanded he hold her at arms length. Hissed at him to remember that she was a human. That her life was just a small blip on the radar that was a Time Lords life.
However, before the Doctor could even think about listening to that evil voice. Another voice sang to him. This one so light and beautiful and powerful that if he didn't know any better he would mistake it for the TARDIS. But, he knew the TARDIS's voice and this was not the TARDIS. It was almost like a perfect blend of the TARDIS's voice and Rose's voice.
And this voice sang to him of hope. Asking him to give these blossoming feelings a chance. Begged him to hold Rose close to his hearts. Whispered for him to love Rose for however long the universe gave the two of them.
And that voice was so tempting, so alluring, that the Doctor wanted to listen to it. He wanted the life with Rose that it allowed him to glimpse so much that he helped the angelic voice shove that dark, nasty, and hateful voice back into the pit it had crawled from.
The Doctor carefully removed Rose from his chest so that he could sit up and remove his boots and jacket. He tossed his jacket onto the chair across from the bed before pulling back the sheets and slipped into the bed beside his Rose. He sent a silent prayer to his beloved ship that if Rose awoke before him that she wouldn't yell or slap him. Prayed that he hadn't been misreading the signs. Prayed that she was starting to feel the same things he was.
And with that last thought, and with Rose tucked safely into his arms, the Doctor allowed himself to finally rest after nearly a month of forcing himself to stay awake so he would not dream of the war.
Almost five hours later, the Doctor's mind slowly woke itself up. The first thing it noted was the lovely smell of lavender and something all together Rose. The second thing it noted was the calming sound of someone humming, of Rose humming. The third thing it noted was the soft touch of someone running their hand through his short hair, of Rose running her hand through his short hair. "Rose." The Doctor breathed out nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck.
"Good morning, Doctor." Rose told him before placing a kiss to his temple, sending a delicious cocktail of love, want, need, and lust through his body causing it to hum.
"Time is irrelevant in the TARDIS. There is no day or night." The Doctor muttered as he tightened his arms around her and held her closer to him causing Rose to chuckle at either what he said or his reaction. For a split-second that nasty voice managed to crawl out of its pit to growl at him that she was laughing at him, that she couldn't possibly want him the way he was starting to want her. But then that angelic voice swept the other voice back into its pit as it reminded him of all the kisses they shared.
"I could get used to waking up like this." Rose told him placing another kiss to his temple. The Doctor moaned as that cocktail swept through him again, his hips automatically thrusting forward.
"Me too." The Doctor told her blushing in embarrassment as the very same thoughts that flew through his mind when he had her pinned under him in her flat resurfaced again. But this time, he didn't shove them away, this time he allowed them to stay. He felt a part of him that he had never had use of other than to empty his bladder began to twitch and come to life in a way he had never felt before. Of course he knew it was possible, human males did it all the time when they were aroused by their mate. And, since humans evolved to look like Time Lords, it was only logical to hypothesize that male Time Lords would do the same when aroused by their mate.
The Doctor knew the second Rose felt his arousal against her as she sucked in a breath. He watched her with wary eyes wondering if this would be too much. But when she smiled at him with that lovely blush across her cheeks he knew he hadn't crossed the line yet. He wanted to flip her over and worship her. To show her how much she belonged to him just like he belonged to her. But a voice, neither the hateful one nor the angelic one, told him that it would be too soon to do that. It told him to wait. Promised him that he would know the right time to worship her the way he wanted to.
"Right, Rose Tyler, I've taken you to the future. How's about I take you to the past." The Doctor said forcing himself to sit up, not trusting himself enough to not roll them over and start worshiping her then and there. Rose followed him up smiling that delicious smile that she seemed to only do for him. The one where her tongue poked between her teeth. One of these days he would allow himself to chase that tongue back into her mouth before claiming that mouth as his.
"Sounds like a perfect plan." Rose told him.
"Right, to do that we'll need to get up." The Doctor told her.
"Not so perfect anymore." Rose teased causing the Doctor to laugh. His Rose was so cheeky and seemed to know just what to say.
"Come on, Rose Tyler. We can't spend all day in bed, you lot already sleep half your lives away as it is." The Doctor told her slipping out of bed and into his boots. He bent over to tie them up and felt her staring. He couldn't stop his smirk at that, happy that his Rose found him so appealing.
After finishing tying his boots up he turned and held out his hand for her, which she quickly took. He helped her off the bed before pulling her into his arms and took hold of her lips with his. He allowed this kiss to last longer than the others and received a beautiful moan in return. It took all of his might to pull away from the kiss and gave a smug smirk at how breathless he had made his Rose.
"Right, you get cleaned up and meet me back in the console room." He told her giving her one last peck before releasing her and left the room, heading to the console room, shifting himself as he did so.
Twenty minutes later found both him and Rose fighting through the rough flight as they tried to stabilize the TARDIS. "Hold that one down!" The Doctor ordered as the TARDIS rocked and tumbled through the vortex.
"I'm holding this one down!" Rose told him as she stumbled and fought to keep her balance while holding down the switch he had told her to hold down earlier. It wasn't an easy task but his Pink and Yellow girl was doing the best she could, and that was all he could ask of her.
"Well, hold them both down!" The Doctor told her and could have sworn Rose had just growled at him as she glared at the just slightly out of reach button. He nearly bit his tongue off when she threw her leg up onto the panel and used it to hold the white lever down. How flexible was she? His mind asked as she used her new position to be able to stretch just enough to slam her hand down on the button he had asked her to hold down.
"Thank god for gymnastics." He heard Rose mutter as she rocked dangerously as the TARDIS shifted in the vortex. And the Doctor had to mentally shake himself away from all the thoughts that bombarded his mind at how much he wanted to test just how flexible she could be.
"I promised you a time machine, Rose, and that's what you're getting. 1860. How does 1860 sound?" The Doctor asked in hopes to distract himself from the way Rose had draped herself over his console. Maybe, later, if he was really good she would let him drape her over the console in another way?
"What happened in 1860?" Rose asked pulling him away from that thought.
"I don't know, let's find out! Hold on, here we go!" The Doctor said before quickly rushing over to pull the dematerialization lever sending them hurtling faster through the vortex. When the TARDIS landed with a loud and heavy thumb, both him and Rose were thrown to the ground on their backs. The Doctor couldn't help laughing with his Rose even as his console let out a steam, as if his TARDIS was letting out a heavy breath.
"Blimey!" Rose laughed out as he got to his feet and held out his hand to help her up.
"Telling me! You all right?" He asked as he let his eyes roam over her for any sort of injury.
"Yeah, I think so. Nothing broken." Rose told him smiling at him, reassured that she was unharmed, the Doctor turned to the screen on the console to check if they had made it. "Did we make it? Where are we?"
"I did it! Give the man a medal." The Doctor told her.
"How 'bout a kiss?" Rose asked before pulling him into a kiss.
"Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860." The Doctor told her once they had pulled away from the kiss.
"That's so weird. It's Christmas." Rose said excitedly.
"All yours." The Doctor told her holding his arm out towards the doors.
"Bit it's like... Think about it, though. Christmas, 1860, happens once, just once, and then it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again." Rose told him as she looped her arms around his neck smiling lovingly at him causing his hearts to speed up. "Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone. A hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still."
"Not a bad life." The Doctor whispered to her wondering if she would want to live it with him, praying she would want to live it with him. But if she wanted something quieter, slower, he would force himself to give it to her because she was quickly becoming his everything and he would do anything to keep her with him.
"Better with two." Rose told him and he smiled. She wanted this life with him! Something inside him shifted as the air around them changed slightly. She had agreed to stay with him. Had accepted him as hers. Accepted his claim to her. The Doctor let out a possessive growl as he claimed her lips as his. His tongue ran along her bottom lip demanding entrance. He needed to mark her as his so that everyone knew she was his.
Rose moaned and opened her lips and his tongue darted forward tasting and claiming her mouth. His hands began to roam, one hand went to the back of her head and tangled in her hair and pulled lightly, the moan he received in response had his hips thrusting forward. His other hand quickly found its way to her round and plump arse and gave it a possessive squeeze as he began to kiss away from her mouth to let her breathe.
"Mine." He growled out in his native tongue as he began to mark her neck. "Mine." He growled again as the hand on her arse moved around to the front and cupped her already soaked sex. "Mine." He continued as he began to stimulate her core through her jeans. He wanted to strip both of them of their clothes and mount her and claim her as his from the inside out. But something was yelling at him that it was too soon, that taking it further than this would be too much too soon.
"Doctor." Rose moaned as she clung to him, her eyes out of focus and her face flushed. Pride swelled in him as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid his hand in them to continue to pleasure her. He was the reason she was out of breath. He was the reason she was flushed. He was the one making her legs weak and needing his arms to keep her standing. He was the one she was soaked for.
"Mine." He told her as his finger slipped past her knickers and easily entered her. Rose tossed her head back with a loud moan before he slammed his mouth on hers. He worked his finger in and out of her before slipping another one inside her as he held her closer to him. She began to beg and plead for more as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent that was full of need for him and no one else. He needed to taste her.
Rose whined in lose when he suddenly took his fingers from her before he practically threw her onto the console and ripped her jeans and knickers off. He growled in both pleasure and possessiveness at the sight of her glistening sex and ignored his TARDIS's annoyance at them doing this on the console.
"Doctor." Rose moaned and within seconds his head was buried between her legs growling possessively as he swiped his tongue over her soaked lips. Her hands flew to his head and her fingers tried to find something to grab onto as his tongue entered her. A quick and fleeting thought flew through the back of his mind to grow his hair out, before her hands found his ears and pulled him closer. "Oh God! Doctor! Fuck!"
He pushed himself as close as he could. He needed more of her taste, and he would get it. His tongue slipped out of her to give some much-needed attention to her clitoris, he gave it a gentle nip before sucking it and allowing his tongue to write 'mine' in his native language. From his position between her legs, he watched his Rose as he slipped three fingers into her as he bit and kissed her upper thighs as he fucked her with his fingers. Her head was thrown back, eyes close and lip between her teeth.
"You are so beautiful and mine. You belong to me and I belong to you. I will protect and provide and love you for all of my lives. I ask for so little, just let me rule you and you can have everything you want. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." He vowed to her in his native language wishing she could understand him yet at the same time afraid that if she could it would be too much too soon. Rose bucked and tightened her grip on his ears as her walls tightened around his fingers, she was close. He brought his mouth back to her core began to suck and nip her clitoris as his fingers continued to all but slam into her.
"So close, so close! Like that! Yes! Doctor!" Rose began to babble.
"Cum for me." He whispered against her in English and she tensed up with a silent scream and he lapped up everything she gave him like a starving dog. Once he had cleaned her he got to his feet and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. She moaned and kissed him back before reaching out and went to undo his jeans, but he stopped her.
"What about you?" She whispered against his lips.
"We'll never leave the TARDIS if we worry about my needs, love. And I promised you Christmas in 1860 Naples." He told her as he helped her put her jeans and knickers back on before helping her down from the console. Her smile widened at being reminded about where they were.
"Well, come on then!" Rose said grabbing his hand and started jogging to the door, but the Doctor planted his feet stopping them and causing her to look at him in confusion.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked her.
"1860." Rose told him and the Doctor's eyes raked over her grey shirt covered with a pink and grey jacket, jeans, and trainers.
"Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella." He told her and she glanced at down at herself as if just noticing what she was wearing. "There's a wardrobe through there," He pointed towards the hallway to the right of the one that held their rooms, "first left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up!" He told her giving her a light push.
"Right. Won't be long!" Rose told him before giving him a quick peck on the lips and took off. He smiled after her lovingly and began to wonder what the TARDIS would pick out for her.