"Please wait over there, someone will call you." The lady behind the counter dismissed them, turning back to her computer screen.
The Doctor walked back to the chairs by the window of the waiting room and sat down beside Rose. "Well, now we just wait until they call us in before the Panel."
"And they'll give us a divorce?" Jack asked, sitting on the other side of Rose.
"They should."
"Excuse me, SHOULD?" Rose asked.
"Well, there are laws on marriages and divorces, you know. They might force us to do a counseling session, like they do sometimes on Earth."
"Oh, that will be loads of fun," Jack said sarcastically.
The Doctor rolled his eyes, holding out his hand to Rose, who twisted her fingers with his, bouncing her foot up and down.
The clock seemed to slow as they sat, making them more and more anxious. Rose's thoughts were in a blur, and she kept twisting the gold band on her finger. She was in love with the Doctor, no doubt about it. But she had given up on thoughts of anything domestic with him, so it was shocking simply being married to him, but Jack, too? This was ridiculous! It had to be a joke! But somewhere deep, she knew it wasn't, and a bad feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach. So she jiggled her foot faster, trying to shake the sensation.
Finally, a door opened, and their names were called, and they followed a small woman into a brightly lit chamber that vaguely resembled a small courtroom with three male judges and one female judge sitting behind a large raised table.
The female cut right to the point. "So, you three are here seeking a divorce, correct?"
"Correct, ma'am," the Doctor answered for them.
"You've been married only eight hours so far, correct?"
"Correct, ma'am."
"Are you aware that you are absolutely insane to think that we would grant you a divorce this soon?"
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
"Hopefully you know that no divorces can be granted before three weeks have passed, with the exception of certain circumstances, such as domestic abuse."
"No, ma'am, we did not know that. But you see, we were inebriated when we got married and-"
"Yes, I know. Otherwise you would realize that I was the one who married you three."
"I apologize, ma'am."
"Maybe these three weeks will teach you three a lesson as far as drinking. You also disclosed to me that you owned a time machine. Is this correct? Answer wisely…" she warned.
The Doctor ran his hand through his hair and gave a little sigh before answering. "Yes, ma'am."
"Then you'll understand we will have to insert a small device in your arms, to make sure that you don't use this machine to cheat yourselves out of the next weeks to reflect and grow."
A young woman came forward from the shadows, holding a small tray with three syringes. The female judge gestured for her to approach the three. "This is a tracking serum, and it does not leave the system of any living being for three weeks. Not even yours, Time Lord. When you come back, our scanner will detect any trace of the serum in your systems, and if it is clear, the divorce will be granted, should you still require." Rose flinched as the needle plunged into her arm, and the Doctor had to stop himself from grabbing her, pulling her away from the pain. Jack stepped forward, rolling up his sleeve.
The female judge looked at the Doctor with a hint of kindness. "You are not the first, nor the last, that have had to do this. I am pleased to say that most of the time, the couples do not come back, and stay married. I do hope that you three will be the same."
"Doubt it," Jack muttered as the needle was pulled from his arm.
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, needle hurt."
"Ah. I was under the impression that this was a marriage between two males and only one female…" The judge lifted a paper to look at. "No, it says here that there are two males and one female in this marriage."
"I swing both ways."
The judge looked at Rose, then at the Doctor, and then pointedly back to Jack. "Obviously."
The Doctor pulled his sleeve back down and grabbed Rose's hand. "So that's it? We come back here in three weeks?"
"Yes. As long as you have that serum, you can't go anywhere in your time machine or else I will not grant your divorce in three weeks. So, I do hope you enjoy your stay. Dismissed."
The Doctor pulled Rose out of the room, Jack trailing behind them. Rose didn't speak until they were once again walking down the sidewalk in the bright sunlight. "So, what do we do?"
"Nothing we can do except wait. If I even take us elsewhere to wait it out, I can't guarantee that I can get us back to the exact second we need to be here. So the TARDIS is our hotel room for the next three weeks."
"Well...it could be worse. I mean...it's not my worst nightmare, being married to the two of you." She stopped when the Doctor gave her a look. "Well, not for me anyways," she muttered.
Once they reached the TARDIS, Jack decided to go off to the kitchen, and the Doctor sat down in the jumpseat, staring blankly at the console. Rose stood, unsure what to do, but finally slowly walked up to the Doctor, lacing her fingers with his. "Doctor, this really isn't that bad."
He sighed. "I suppose not. Although I don't suppose Jack sees it that way."
"He's just upset that he can't call that waiter guy now. I'll talk to him."
"You're brilliant, you know that?" he said, letting his thumb lightly stroke the back of her hand.
"Of course, why else would you have married me?" she joked, bringing a smile to his face. "I'm going to go wash my face, all that dust from the dirt road makes me feel dirty. I'll meet you in the kitchen for some lunch, yeah?"
As she walked away, she bit her lip. Had she really just said that? The only reason he - they - had married her was because they were all drunk off their rockers. The Doctor wouldn't have married her for her brains, or any other reason, had he been sober. She rushed to her sink once she entered her bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. It didn't help - her thoughts had turned to the Doctor, and how he might hold her if he actually wanted her...how he might kiss her...how his skin might feel against hers….his lips against her hot neck…
Another splash of cold water and an aggravated groan led Rose to believe she needed something more. She quickly stripped and hopped into the shower, nearly shocking herself with the blast of cold water from the showerhead. By the time she was ready to get out, she was shivering. Looking at the clothes she had just tossed aside, she couldn't bring herself to put them back on - they were covered in the same dirty dust she had just washed from her body. She tightly wrapped the towel around her body and stepped into her bedroom...and froze.
The Doctor stepped into her room at the same time she did, and he stopped, taking in the sight of her, dripping wet and naked save for a towel. Her reddening cheeks brought him back to reality, and he cleared his throat. "You were gone a long time, I was just checking on you...Sorry…"
"No, it's okay, I just felt so dirty…" Rose's voice trailed off, and she quickly turned away from him, rummaging through her dresser drawer for a particular shirt. A tank top fell to the floor, but the Doctor picked it up before she could reach for it. He handed it to her slowly, standing close behind her. Her skin tingled with the knowledge of his proximity and her near nakedness. Her hand reached out for the shirt, her fingers brushing against his, and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "T-thanks," she stammered, the scent of him slowly shutting down her thoughts.
She felt him step forward, and his hands took her shoulders and pulled her back gently so that they were pressed together. She could feel the heavy heat of him even though the thick, fluffy towel. "Oh, Rose…" he whispered, his lips centimetres from the skin of her neck. She cocked her head slightly to the side, and he took this as her sign of surrender. He placed his hand over hers on her thigh, and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered his lips to her soft skin, gently kissing her neck with a passionate tenderness that forced her eyes closed. Her fingers curled around the bottom of the towel, his fingers mirroring hers, touching the side of her thigh, and he gently tugged them upwards.
"Is this what you want? For me to take you just like this?" he muttered into her neck. "I could so easily rid you of the burden of this towel…"
She sighed with the power of her want, the wanting to feel him fully against her…
"We are married now...and I can't tell you how much I've wanted this...to feel you...to see you just like this...so needy for me. And you are, aren't you?" The fingers of his free hand crept between her legs, feeling her dripping heat. "Oh, iyes/i Rose...that's what you want, isn't it?"
"Please…" she whimpered lightly.
"You have to say it, Rose. I need to hear you. Tell me what you need."
"I need...oh…" his fingers stroked, dancing around the bundle of nerves throbbing for his attention.
"Say it, Rose."
"Doctor...please…"
"Say it…"
"I need you inside me…"
"Your wish…" His fingers left her long enough to rid her of the towel. She heard it land on the floor somewhere to her left, but she could only think of the fact that the Doctor had pulled down his pants, one hand guiding her hand to grip her dresser, and the other...oh, god, the other was guiding his hard length between her legs. She kept her grip on the dresser as his hands moved to her hips just before he quickly and fully sheathed himself inside her, causing her to cry out from the sudden fullness, her head dropping back for him to see the pleasure-pain on her face. "Mmmm…" the Doctor moaned, pulling his bottom lip slightly into his mouth, savoring the feeling. He looked back at her just as her eyes opened, and he could see the fire in them, the heat of her need travelling from her pulsating center.
"Please…" she whispered desperately.
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he drew himself out of her, letting her feel every single fraction of movement inside of her. Then, just before he had slipped entirely out of her...her stopped. He stood as still as he could, his fingers digging into her hips. He listened to her heavy breaths...inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...inhale…
Just as she inhaled, he slammed his entire length into her. "Ah!" she cried, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick wood of the dresser, anything to hold her upright as she felt herself slowly falling off of her own inner cliff. This time, the Doctor didn't tease her...instead he began a hard, punishing rhythm, making her bounce on her tiptoes. He held her firmly in place by her hips, stroking his lips across her bare shoulder.
He felt her tighten around him, pulling him in, squeezing him. He let go of her hip with one hand, dipping his fingers down to find her sensitive clit and rubbing it in firm circles, causing her to gasp. "Let go, Rose. Give yourself to me. iNow./i" His words, his fingers, it was all enough to instantly drive her over the edge. She cried out louder than ever, feeling herslef spiralling downwards, pulsing and pulling and exploding. Her knees gave out just as the Doctor wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping his steady rhythm. "Doctor…"
Hearing his name pass her lips, feeling her taking him inside her, it was all he needed. Every single atom in him seemed to tighten...tighter...and tighter...and then suddenly he exploded, pouring himself into her, groaning into the clavicle of her neck, his nails digging into her skin…
Time, for the first time in his existence, meant nothing to him. He had no idea how he kept himself standing upright except the knowledge that if he collapsed the way that every straining muscle in his body wanted to, he might hurt Rose, and that was an impossible choice. Her head rested back against his chest, gasping for air as the waves of her orgasm subsided. Sweat clinged to both of them, muscles quivering.
"Doctor…" Rose breathed, "you are an incredible being."
He smiled. "And you, Rose, are an extraordinary wife."
Down the hallway, Jack was sitting at the table in the kitchen, as he had been for twenty minutes. What was taking Rose so long? Where was the Doctor?
Just as he got up to go looking, he heard two distinct cries that could never be confused for anything but pure pleasure. Jack's fists balled against the wood of the table.
Maybe he didn't like the situation, but that was no reason for them to enjoy the pleasures of marriage and leave him out. He stood and swiftly walked out of the room, heading for the doors of the TARDIS. He knew what he wanted to do, their opinions be damned. If they were going to leave him out, then he would find his own pleasure.
