Hope you all enjoyed the story. This one had a mind of its own, got a bit crazy, was still fun to write though. Remember to leave a comment! Thanks my friends!
Oxytocin was coursing through his veins at an alarming pace, primarily due to his elevated hearts rate. The double beat forced the hormone surging through his shuttering body. Was it possible to overdose on oxytocin? He probably should have figured that out before they had attempted to bond. Too late now. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say.
The Doctor could still feel the active tie to Rose's mind. She was experiencing the same disorientating ecstasy that he was. There had to be a better way to describe the feeling; Part joy, part love, part arousal...Rapture? Ebullience? Euphoria?... He would be better able to define the sensation in his native language. Unfortunately, his massive intellect had been reduced to a quivering puddle of pudding, and human English was the best he could muster.
Oh... Rose...
Gradually, he became aware of his surroundings once more. He was laying on his back, on his bed, in the Tardis, clothes partially removed... And he was surprised to find that he was tugging relentlessly on his painfully swollen erection. What am I doing?
He ordered himself to stop, but only managed to whimper and roll partially onto his side. Apparently, his mind was still too clouded to control very well. He had turned to face Rose, who was laying next to him, panting. Her eyes were screwed shut, her eyebrows were knitted together, and her good hand was fumbling desperately to unbutton her jeans. At last the fly gave way, and her hand slid down to the place where she was seeking access. A heady moan escaped her lips, when she was finally able to touch herself.
Watching Rose like this, only served to arouse the Doctor further. Soon, he gained enough command over his motor skills to divest himself of the rest of his clothes before continuing his ministrations... His breath was becoming ragged and guttural, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Rose... When her eyes fluttered open, they were glassy due to the dream like state that she was emerging from.
"Doctor..."
"Rose... I'm here."
As if suddenly freed from his lethargic mental shackles, he quickly shifted himself next to her. The Doctor made quick work of removing her clothes. He lowered his mouth to her breasts as a bead of sweat trailed down his cheek. Rose still had her fingers pressed firmly between her legs.
"Need you... Please." She cried.
Reluctantly, he parted his lips from her exposed chest, so that he could pull himself over her. His bright arousal was illuminating the skin of her smooth stomach, she looked breathtaking underneath him. Her spun gold hair was pooled around her head and her hooded eyes drew him closer. Right as he was about to kiss her, she brought her hand up from her folds to his temple.
The purple beach reappeared around them. Rose's pink dress and petticoats were hiked up to her waist as the Doctor pinned her to the sand. His own trousers were pushed down around his knees. The ocean surf rolled and crashed nearby. The projected vision was almost as beautiful as the reality of her naked body beneath him. Both were visible and both were equally tangible. He could feel both the sand and the sheets clenched in his fingers.
The Doctor bent down to kiss her swollen lips with all of the intensity of their bond. Through the link, Rose was pleading for more of him, for all of him. Taking himself in hand, he pressed forward and sunk into her. The gratification of their union was multiplied exponentially through their minds, both of them moaned in unison.
He moved within her, slowly at first. Each thrust, each caress, each motion was amplified since they could feel what the other was feeling in conjunction with themselves. Even the Doctor had never felt anything like it, the sensation was overwhelming. Rose must have felt it too, because her hips bucked and she cried out. One of her legs hooked tightly around his bum. Was she going to cum so quickly? If she came, would it mean that he would as well? He felt the knot building in her stomach, until it shattered into tremors throughout her body. Bound as they were, he had no choice but to shatter with her. The partially clothed fantasy and the fully unclothed reality collided as they reached their climax, in their bedroom and on the beach.
"Doctor..." She purred. "Please don't let this be over already."
His sideburns brushed her cheek when he husked in her ear. "Not even close... Two hearts, no refractory period."
"Mmmm... Good... Not finished with you yet."
Rose flipped them so she that was on top, with the intention of watching his expression as they continued to make love. After the last wave of her pleasure had dissipated, she began to rock on his (still extremely turgid) member. The Doctor ran his hands over her back and arse, before settling them on her hips. He held her firm, grinding her against himself. In their fantasy, she unclipped her bouffant and her hair fell down across her face. The stiff pink skirt made a rustling sound with each movement they made.
He took a deep cleansing breath. The Doctor intended to draw this out as long as he could, to make it last an eternity in its own right. He was finally living in the moment with the woman he loved. So this is what it feels like to be timeless...
...
Much later, the couple collapsed back onto the sheets, thoroughly spent. The Doctor realized that his respiratory bypass had been doing most of his breathing for the last hour or so. His lips and throat were parched when he manually sucked in air, but he didn't care, he was bound the most incredible woman in the multiverse. Bound… Oooo... That reminded him. After making sure that no part of his body was still touching Rose, he tried communicating with her telepathically.
How do you feel, Rose Tyler?
Brilliant! That was… brilliant! You were… brilliant!... Sorry, I can't seem to think of any other adjectives right now, cos my brain is porridge. Ask me again later.
It had worked! He was elated. So, you're not up for another bout then?
"Oh my God, Doctor… You can't be serious! I think you've already extended my life by 100 years today!" She said out-loud before covering her face with a pillow.
He simply laughed, turned onto his side, and propped his head up with his arm. Between the regenerative glow and the sheen of sweat, her skin looked unbelievably radiant. "Then what would you like to do today, bride of mine?"
Her exposed skin bushed at the word bride, but he could tell that she was smiling even before she peeked out from under the pillow. "First, I want a gi-normous glass of water… Later, I want a shower… beyond that, I dunno."
"Well, I believe that if we are able to locate a suitable supernova, we should be able to contact Jackie… Let her know the good news."
"The last thing I want to do after shagging for three hours straight is go see my Mum, ta. I would like to try that, but maybe tomorrow, or the next day… or after the honeymoon." She beamed at him expectantly, batting her eyelashes.
"Honeymoon, eh? We have all of space and time, Rose Tyler… Where would you like to go?"
"Gosh, I dunno… porridge brain remember? Let's just stay here today, figure out somewhere to go tomorrow."
"My lazy little human."
"Oi! Didn't say I was gonna sleep, did I? Way too hopped up to sleep after all that… How 'bout you tell me one of your anecdotes telepathically? Ya know... Since we can do that now."
"Right! Yes, yes we can... Hmm" ...Did I ever tell you about the time I had to relocate a massive carnivorous sandworm back to its native planet of Arrakis? Still not sure how it wound up on another planet to begin with.
Heard that one. Came her casual reply.
He raised his eyebrows. Ok… What about the time the Tardis was infested with Tribbles?
That never really happened. You had just been watching too much Star Trek and were having lucid dreams again. The Tardis told me. The ship hummed in agreement.
Damn. They were such realistic little buggers too… "Huh"… Well, while we're on the topic of calling people out, I figured out how you won that blasted word game.
Unparalleled intelligence? She suggested with a peck on his lips.
He narrowed his eyes. Well that... and the fact that you made that chain. So at some level, you knew what it would say.
Rose sat up, cocking her head to one side. Are you implying that I cheated?
Sitting up beside her, he retorted. I'm implying that you had an unfair advantage.
Are you challenging me to a rematch?
Maybe. He winked. Lady's choice... Pick...Your... Weapon...
"Wii U, Super Smash Brothers, I call Pikachu!" Rose yelled before leaping off of the bed, giggling.
The Doctor chased her to the media room in a scramble of too long limbs and still exposed freckles. "Oh yes!... It is on..."