Chapter Twelve : Destiny has a way of just working itself out

Rose slowly slid the Doctor's cock into her mouth, not sure how far she could take him. When she felt him bump the back of her throat she drew back, took his shaft into one hand and stroked his length as she settled the attentions of her mouth at the head of his cock.

She sucked on him softly, swirling her tongue in exploration and feeling him pulse in her fist as she increased the pressure of her mouth around him. After a while she tasted droplets of his pre cum in her mouth and she pulled back a little then released him from her mouth completely and concentrated on licking up the sweet, sticky honey that he was feeding her. After a minute or two she gave a content sigh, slid him back into her mouth again and, letting her hand fall away entirely, she took him deeper than before.

She ran her fingers up the Doctor's thighs, feeling the tension held tight within him. Slipping her hands behind him to cup his bum and hold him closer, she gave a sigh of satisfaction and quickened the pace of her exploring tongue.

She heard a dark growl break the heavy silence that had fallen between them, and she could not help but look up. When she did, she found that the Doctor was watching her efforts with a depth of attention that made her believe that they were all that existed; all that ever was or ever could be.

Holding his gaze, she marvelled as the Doctor's eyes flashed with darts of silver even as they turned to almost black, and Rose thought for a moment that she was staring into the mysteries of a star-strewn universe. Spellbound, she lost herself in the promise of forever that she could see shining bright in his eyes.

Moving her head back and forth she felt him harden further as her tongue played against his broadening length. The Doctor's hold on her head was still gentle, but she could feel the effort it was taking for him not to thrust deeper into her mouth. And knowing that he was trying so hard to control his actions only served to fuel her desire to make him come undone.

Rose relaxed her mouth and slid him deeper inside, only stopping when he again hit the back of her throat. She withdrew, then repeated the action several more times and each time the Doctor made a strangled gasp of helplessness that sent a fire of want rushing through Rose.

Soon the Doctor was breathing raggedly, unconsciously moving his hips forward, silently urging Rose to take more of him even as he struggled to control his own increasing desire.

"Rose…"

She drew back a little and looked up at him with passion-darkened eyes, holding his gaze as she tasted a renewed burst of sweetness on her tongue.

Above her the Doctor let out a torn breath and Rose felt him pulse in her mouth as he fisted his hands into the softness of her hair.

"Rose, please… close… I can't… I…" He drew in a breath. "Close…"

Her prize in sight, Rose had no intention of stopping. And in truth she found the Doctor's state of helplessness an incredibly erotic turn on.

She pulled back slowly and settled her mouths attention on the head of the Doctor's cock, sucking and lapping and teasing until finally she heard his harsh cry of completion. Her hand came back to hold him still as he came hard, filling her mouth in spurts as she hungrily swallowed his warm cum. When he was finally spent, she let his cock slip from her mouth with a soft, wet sound and looked up at him as she licked her lips.

He was breathing heavily but his attention was fixed on her. Gently he helped her to her feet and cupped her face with one hand, his thumb softly stroking the apple of her cheek.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know," she said quietly and smiled a little as she leant her face into his touch. "But I wanted to." She bit her bottom lip and stared at him for a second. "Was it… was it okay? I mean… I've never… that was sort of the first time I've…" she let her words drift and her gaze fall.

"Rose?" he whispered her name softly on the air between them.

Slowly she lifted her eyes back up to stare into the Doctors. "Yeah?"

"It was fantastic. You were fantastic." He leant in and kissed her softly, tasting his own flavour mixed with hers. Pulling back slowly, he smiled broadly at her. "Absolutely fantastic." His grin grew wider still. "An' you know what?" Rose shook her head. "So was I."

Laughing, Rose wrapped her arms around him, never wanting to let go.

~oOo~

Wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, Rose walked into her room and found that the Doctor had put fresh bedding on her bed. Lifting a curious eyebrow, she smiled at him as he picked up the bundle of crumpled sheets from the floor.

"You changed the bedding," she said in surprise.

The Doctor gave a smile. "Nothing wrong with clean sheets," he dismissed. "I'll just put these ones in the washing machine."

"I wouldn't have taken you for the domestic type," Rose teased.

"Oh, I have my moments."

Rose beamed at him, rather approving of the way he looked with a towel wrapped around his hips. She walked across to the bed. "Yeah, I noticed." She turned back the fresh bedding then glanced at him, her fingers moving to the edge of the towel she had wrapped around her body.

"You normally sleep naked?"

The question surprised her and she frowned a little, then shook her head. "No, but…"

"So, what do you wear?"

Her frown increased. "Pyjamas," she said reluctantly.

"Then put them on."

"But…"

"But what?"

"They're not… sexy."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I'll put this lot in the machine while you change into your pyjamas," he said. There was no room for argument in his voice and he headed out of the bedroom before Rose could protest further.

When the Doctor returned a couple of minutes later, he found Rose standing in front of her mirror brushing her hair smooth. Seeing the Doctor's reflection in the mirror, she set down her hairbrush and turned to face him.

"Satisfied?"

His eyes trailed over the brushed cotton pyjamas she was wearing; they were pink with yellow stars. He approached her slowly, almost predatorily. "Thought you said they weren't sexy?"

She smiled as he took her into his arms. "Don't tease."

"I'm not," he said and touched her cheek. "Maybe it's because you're the one who's wearing them?" He kissed her, tasting the mint of her toothpaste, then drew back a little. "You ready for bed?"

With a smile, Rose let the fingers of one hand fall to the towel the Doctor had wrapped around his hips. "I am if you are."

The Doctor's hand closed over Rose's, stopping her clever fingers. "I meant alone," he said. "You need to sleep."

"I can sleep with you."

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Rose, if I get back into bed with you…" his eyes drifted over her body. "I'll make love to you again."

She tilted her head and tried to control her smile. "An' that would be so terrible, why exactly?"

"Rose…"

She edged her body a little closer to his. "You saying you can't keep your hands off me?" she asked, her tongue flicking to the corner of her mouth.

The Doctor's resolve not to touch her again began to weaken. "Sort of, yeah." His hand slipped under her pyjama top and his fingertips brushed against the swell of one breast. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

"Oh I think I do." She cupped him through the towel he wore and he pushed into her hand, a groan escaping his lips. Rose beamed as she felt him harden against her touch. "You just don't stop, do you? You're like the Duracell Bunny."

The Doctor frowned slightly, not quite understanding the reference. "Is that a good thing?"

Her smile turned into laugher. "It's bloody fantastic," she told him.

His expression took on no small degree of smugness at her evaluation of his sexual prowess. "That's okay then."

Her smile drifted a little as she stared back at him and for a moment they were both silent. "Do you do this with all the girls you pick up?" The question was spoken softly between them and the Doctor sensed that his answer was more important to Rose than she was willing to admit.

"You picked me up," he corrected. "You brought me back here."

"Well," she conceded with a smile, "I suppose it was a mutual thing."

"Maybe it was meant to be?" he said before he could stop himself.

"Written in the stars?" she teased.

He held her gaze. "If you like."

"Like destiny?"

He hesitated; these were dangerous waters and he knew it. "If you believe in that sort of thing."

She stared back at him. "An' you don't?"

"Not so much."

"Oh." She glanced away from him for a moment, hiding her heart.

"Rose…"

She returned her attention to him. "You didn't answer my question."

He let out a breath. "What question?"

"Do you do this with other girls?"

"What makes you think there have been other girls?"

"Oh let me think… older man, sexy as hell, tall, dark, and mysterious. You must be fighting them off. And the sex… you know just what to do to make me…"

"Maybe I read a lot?" he interrupted.

"You must have read a fair few books, what with you being so old."

"Old?" The Doctor sounded affronted.

"Well you were the one who said you were nine hundred," she reminded him.

He smiled at her. "Yeah, well it's more of a ball park figure… give or take a few years."

She laughed. "So what do you do to stay so sexy and virile? Drink the blood of virgins and moisturise three times a day?"

The Doctor brushed a lock of Rose's hair behind her ear. "I run a lot."

She stared at him while she found the courage to speak, the mood between them changing. "Tomorrow, I'm telling Mickey."

"Telling him what?"

"That it's over. That I've met someone else."

"You sure you want to do that?"

She met his gaze. "You saying that I shouldn't?"

"Rose…"

"I want to be with you, Doctor. I thought that's what you wanted too."

He glanced away. "It's not that simple."

"It is if you want it to be," she told him quietly, then hesitated. "I thought…" She stopped and shook her head. "Guess I got it wrong."

He looked at her. "The time's not right for us."

Rose pulled herself out of his arms, putting distance between them. "Oh, suddenly I'm too young?" She couldn't hide the anger that carried in her voice as she stared back at him.

"No, I didn't mean that. I meant that time is not a straight line." He saw the storm in her eyes and he tried again. "It's… complicated."

"Then I'll make it easy for you, shall I? Let you off the hook? This was a one-night stand, that's all. Tomorrow you'll be off travelling again, an' I… well I guess Mickey deserves a shit load of make up sex, doesn't he?"

The Doctor was unprepared for the hostility that moved through him at Rose's words. It was as though a fire had been set alight between them, and suddenly he was aflame with rage and lust. The thought of Rose with another man, the thought of someone else – anyone else – touching her, was too much to bear. Anger and uncontrolled desire boiled in his blood. He pushed Rose back against the wall, his breath was hot at her throat, his eyes dark and his erection hard as his body moved against hers.

Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, her own body burning with a need that matched his, an almost primeval hunger and desire. The Doctor growled as she pressed her body close to his, willing him on.

His hands moved to her hips and he dragged her tight against him. "Rose…"

A rush of heat shot through her at the way he said her name. "This doesn't feel complicated, Doctor." She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of him. "Feels… fantastic."

He lowered his lips to her throat and kissed her, his teeth grazing her warm skin. "Your mother is going to hate me."

She caught her breath and gazed back at him, her heart was beating so fast she thought that it might explode. "Oh yeah, she's so gonna kill you."

He lifted her up into his arms. "You're worth losing a life over."

She held him tightly and brushed her lips to the roughened skin of his cheek. "Now do you believe in destiny?"

He set her down gently on her bed, his body hovering above hers. "I'm coming around to the idea." He claimed her lips in a soft, slow kiss, then he drew back to look into her wide eyes as he moved to lie alongside her. "Rose," he began quietly, "the other girls…"

She shook her head. "Doesn't matter."

"There are no other girls. There's just you. That okay?"

Rose held her breath as she felt tears of happiness prick at her eyes. She blinked them away and, smiling, she settled into the safety of his arms. "I'm coming around to the idea," she whispered.

"Sleep," he told her and kissed her forehead.

"Don't want to."

"Yeah, you do."

She closed her eyes. "I'm not even tired."

"Yeah, you are."

"You think you know everything," she murmured.

"Not everything."

She smiled then yawned and settled herself closer to him, already falling asleep. "Love you," she whispered.

The words touched the Doctor's hearts and it was all he could do to stop himself from waking her.

"Sweet dreams, Rose Tyler."

Rose wondered briefly how it was he knew her last name, as she was sure she had not yet told him, but then before she could ask him, she drifted at long last into dreams.

The Doctor stared at Rose, knowing that she was finally asleep. "I love you too."

He closed his eyes as love and loss tore through his hearts. He knew that he had to fix this. He had to repair the damage that he had done to the timelines, and there was just one way to do that.

Rose, his fantastic Rose… she had to forget.

tbc