This chapter is the last one will see from Rose's POV (or future Doctor's POV) whichever you prefer. Next chapter we're heading back to the present Doctor and River and we'll also have a slight time jump. Now, don't forget, as usual, I'm an evil, evil person (or at least my plot bunnies are), so everything that you see in this chapter is just a bit different than it looks at first sight. I think I've dropped more than enough hints and I'd like to see if anyone is clever enough (no offense) to figure it out this early. Just let me tell ya, before I wrote this chapter, even I didn't have a single clue of what would happen. Hope you enjoy it...
ALSO, reviewers for this chapter get a short MM from the next one, centering around the Tenth Doctor and River...
As he sat crouched low on the ground with his hands covering his face, a small, sad smile made its way on his face.
He should've known that she would figure him out. After all, she was Rose. His brilliant, loving, perfect Rose who accepted him with all his flaws and misgivings and always took him back no matter what he did. He could only hope she would be able to forgive him for what he was about to do.
He stood up slowly, turning around to see his favorite pink and yellow human still pressed to the wall, one hand on her chest, her gaze uncertain and confused, if a little afraid as well.
He suddenly hated himself. But he also knew that it had to be done.
He was a Time Lord. He walked through the Universe, danced through it, and for all the destruction and mayhem and deaths he had caused during his long, long life, she was his only stability.
His lifeline, his personal beacon of light and sunshine and hope. The one who made it all better and the only one who had ever known the real him.
Forget Reinette, the 16th century courtesan. She didn't know him. She only believed she did. Rose, albeit not herself at the time was the only person who had ever known the entire extent of the darkness that festered within him and ate away at his blackened hearts and damaged broken soul. The only one who recognized the deathly ghosts that had taken residence inside his head so, so long ago along with the rage and the pure, unadulterated madness that raged within him, constantly streaming through his veins and polluting his mind, corrupting him and threatening to throw him over the edge.
And she hadn't even thought twice about it. My Doctor, she had said. She had destroyed his worst enemies and ended a war that raged through entire galaxies and constellations and planets, leaving nothing but space dust and charred, mutilated bodies in its wake. She, a not-so-simple shop girl from London, with no 'A' levels, no decent wage and a life in the run down Powell Estates, had done that for him, not even batting an eyelash when confronted with the uncertain outcome of her own well being.
And he absolutely adored her for it.
He was going to do this for her, just like he remembered doing before, consequences and Time Laws be damned. Nothing mattered more than his Rose. He could calmly stand back and watch entire Universes get wiped before his very eyes and his hearts wouldn't stutter for even a millisecond as long as she was there.
He carefully arranged his expression in a teasing smirk, his eyes sparkling that little more at the sharp tremor that ran through her at the action and the defiant raise of her chin coupled with the hardening of her eyes as she glared at him, the challenge clear in her expression.
His grin grew wider when she didn't back down or move away when he started to approach her like any other sane, normal person would've done. Instead, she moved forward carefully until she stood in front of him, with an undecipherable look on her face.
"Do-D-Doctor?" His gaze turned hard and vacant in the same instant when her weak and trembling voice reached his ears and he cringed against it, recoiling instinctively.
He hated to see Rose weak. He loved her exuberance, her child-like innocence and wide-eyed wonder during their explorations. Always so eager, so jubilant and determined to know, to see and hear everything.
He didn't like her like this. She rarely showed weakness and while he always knew when it was there, while he always knew when her fears and nightmares reduced her to shaking shoulders and hot tears and a bleeding lip so no one would hear her torment and the torrent of pain and hurt that bubbled up within her, there were few times when she had let herself be in front of him, with all her insecurities and buried fears.
And now, after only such a short time for her, her anguish and desperation were directed towards him anew. He wasn't sure he could take it.
"What?" he ground out, his voice rough and curt as made a snap decision.
Awaiting no answer, he grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back into the cold, jagged stone wall behind her, his mouth claiming hers in a searing, almost punishing kiss.
He ignored her cries and pleads, pushing them to the back of his mind as his lips worked over hers, coaxing them and softening them in absolute surrender in the fight she still foolishly sought to win.
Her lips remained stubbornly closed, her small, tender hands hitting his torso weakly in an attempt to push him away. Minx, a voice in his mind groaned.
He was well aware that she was enjoying herself just as much as he was. The hardening of the soft, lavender peaks of her pert, nimble breasts against his chest, her ragged breathing and the staccato beat of her heart that nearly matched that of his own two alerted him to a very exiting prospect he was suddenly eager to examine.
A heady, intoxicating smell surrounded the small chamber in which they were in on his own specific demand and he felt like he was drowning in the delicious aroma that poured from Rose, no matter how much she resisted. Her pleas were nothing but a last ditch attempt to make herself feel that she was not betraying her Doctor with her actions and her apparent revulsion with him nothing but a plain façade.
Everything about her told him so. He could feel it on his tongue as he softly nibbled on her lips and teased the warm, pliant flesh with his tongue. He could sense her blood pulsing madly, white-hot and ablaze, as his hands explored every secret and unimportant imperfection Rose Tyler hid with her clothes, starting from the base of her skull, to the softness of her neck and breast bone, down to her sides and arms, then her thighs and bum.
The air around them thrummed and crackled with electricity and Rose could feel a strange warmth spreading through her over-excited nerve endings, through her blood before setting in a pit low in her belly.
Her mind screamed at her, pleaded with her to stop, but she found that her body suddenly had a mind of its own and refused to resist as the… Doctor's, her skin sang to her, hands lowered to her rump and gave a sharp tug, forcing her to jump from the ground and lock her legs around his waist, while his tongue licked and nibbled her closed lips, down her jaw line and latched on that little sensitive cleft of skin right behind her ear that she never knew she had.
Her hands latched around his neck, forming a crown as a low, guttural moan reverberated through her chest and her vocal chords at the new sensations this position caused her. Her legs tightly locked around his hips, she felt the physical evidence of this man's want and need for her, pressing against her core, the friction almost too much to bear.
The warmth in her lower abdomen tightened into a coil, a sharp fire igniting and setting her alight as his lips found hers again.
His hands dug into her thighs, struggling to keep her weight with such harshness she was certain it would leave a bruise, even through her clothing.
As his lips reached her own, his eyes snapped open and like an invisible force, challenged her to look back. The cerulean orbs were dark and nearly black, the lust swirling around them, giving them an ethereal twinkle that astoundingly managed to suppress the look of sadness and guilt that usually resided within them.
A shiver ran through her heated flesh, a dampness she hadn't felt in a long time gliding down her inner thighs, soaking her lacy underwear. The Doctor's hips began a rolling motion, causing the contact between them to increase, making them both moan out loud in primal satisfaction.
Rose couldn't believe what was happening. Her head was spinning and that nagging voice in the back of her head immediately grew louder and her slight moment of clarity as she gazed dazedly with heavy lidded eyes, hazy from passion and craving into his blue eyes that held entire worlds in them, worlds that were dying, living, begging, burning, always burning.
Blue, not brown remember, now snap out of it, her mind screamed.
But it was all gone too soon. Her miniscule grip on reality fell away again and everything around her felt like a distant dream as one of his hands reached up from her bum and grasped her hair, propelling her forwards harshly. Her gasp was all he required from her as his tongue thrusted sharply within her mouth, his moves now faster and rougher than she would've ever expected from him, from the Doctor.
But Rose no longer cared. Stars exploded behind her eyes and teeth collided with teeth and tongues and lips crashed together in prepares for the oldest of dances ever known to mankind.
His tongue probed, teased and explored every crevice and orifice of her mouth. The moment Rose stopped being passive and became an active participant in their little game, his hand left her hair and traced the soft patches of skin down to the zipped of her hoodie, sharply pulling the zipper down, his nimble and long fingers nearly circling her entire breast, squeezing forcefully.
A new wave of arousal at the action caused Rose to cry out sharply in the Doctor's mouth as his once again pressed his erection into her center, a sly smirk gracing his lips as his tongue danced haughtily with hers. Her fingers latched into his hair, pulling, tugging and scratching harshly, pulling her even closer to him, unable to not crave the little reprieve that this episode would bring forth.
So what if she did this? So what if she gave her aching body and broken heart a little reprieve from the hot and cold dance that the Doctor made her follow?
It's not as if he would remember it…
This Doctor was here, now and he seemed to want her. For Rose, that was enough.
Her own Doctor may be unable to get rid of her soon enough, but this one seemed to want just the opposite.
And perhaps it would be alright. Perhaps, as long as she kept her eyes tightly closed, she could imagine that this man was him.
That the hair she was threading her fingers through was a warm, dark, rich brown instead of raven black. That the muscled and chiseled body that was pressed so intimately against hers so that not even a nanomillimeter was left between them was in fact thin and wiry, with bony hips and freckled chest and a mole on his back.
She could pretend that the voice that whispered in her ear of all the naughty, dirty things he wanted to do to her while he suckled hard on the joint of neck and shoulder wasn't deep and rough and menacing, but instead warm and chipper and high and just slightly girlish.
She could pretend. It was the only thing she had left. Her shattered heart wasn't something that anyone besides her Doctor had the power to mend. But her body… that was easy.
After all, she was a human. A stupid, little ape. And this was what stupid little human apes like her did. They shagged their problems away until everything was fine and dandy again.
Just because she was travelling with the high and mighty Time Lord didn't mean that she had to be any different…