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The Doctor found he still didn't like domestics. After having spent most of the day watching Rose pretend to be in incredible pain and Jackie fussing over her like she was all that would keep her alive, the Doctor was ready to get the hell out of the mansion and stop playing Jackie Tyler's version of concerned and dutiful boyfriend.
Gah, boyfriend. Such an awful and inadequate word for what he and Rose were. English was an awful language for such connections. The best word for them in any human language was soulmate, but that was too cheesy and often implied that you couldn't truly love another if they passed. The Doctor didn't want that for Rose. Not with what he knew about her. Now aulisolinas, that was a great word.
Jackie's voice broke him out of his ruminations. "What the hell you think you're doin' carryin' that big box down the stairs like that. You're gonna fall and break somethin'." He glanced around the box at her as she furrowed her brow and added, "What're ya doing with it anyhow?"
"We realized Rose had just about all her dressy clothes and shoes here last night and she wanted to have some at the house," he explained, hoping she'd let him go quickly.
Luckily, Jackie relaxed. "Oh, well, good. Here, let me help," she replied, rushing up the stairs to help. Almost as soon as she touched the box, it slipped and rolled down the stairs, spilling clothes and shoes.
"Uh, oh," Tony said, "Mummy made a mess!" He ran out, sing-yelling, "Mummy made a mess. Mummy made a mess!"
Pete came into view and saw the debris. His eyes met the Doctor's and he smiled a little. "Uh, Pete. Rose could use a hand while I help Jackie clean this up," he told the human man, letting him know that Rose wanted to talk to him, while keeping up with the lie of her being more hurt than she already was in front of her mother. They'd spent most of the day like that. Having conversations behind Jackie's back, being careful that neither she nor Tony heard anything of their planning.
"I dunno why you both don't just stay here until she's all better," Jackie complained, kneeling on the stairs with a piece of organic cotton. "An' I dunno how many times I gotta tell 'er, you can't fold mosta these dresses up." She had focused on a domestic task, a sure sign of just how upset she was. The Doctor hated lying to her in this way.
"I'll properly take care of the clothes," he promised her. "Know a thing or two about fabrics, me. In the Andes-"
"Oh, hush, you," she halfheartedly cut him off, just like he thought she would.
He sat down next to where she was kneeling so he could speak with her. "If I thought it'd help, I'd keep her here, but it's not good for your son to see his sister so hurt," he explained.
"But she's my daughter." A tear trailed down her cheek.
"I know," he replied softly. "And you did an amazing job with her."
Tony ran back across the bottom of the stairs and Jackie straightened up, wiping her face off in an attempt to hide that she'd been crying.
"Oi! Anthony Tyler, no runnin' 'round like that!"
"Awww, Mummy! I'm bored!" the boy whined and the Doctor stood up and started walking down the stairs.
"Come on, Cub. I've got a few minutes. Why don't you show me your favorite place around here?"
"Really, Doctor? You won't tell Mum?" the boy asked with wide eyes that were just like his sister's.
"Just our secret," he assured him. Tony Tyler grabbed his hand and started dragging him off toward the back of the mansion.
"Oi! Don't you go puttin' any ideas into my other child's head too!" Jackie shouted after him.
He looked back at her and just grinned as her son pulled him around the corner.
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Rose hadn't thought about getting back to the house from the mansion, but apparently the Doctor had.
"We'll have to get your car another day. I'm not letting you go near downtown today," he firmly told her with his arms folded.
"Oh, you won't, will ya?" she responded hotly.
The Doctor apparently realized he'd said the wrong thing. He stiffened for a second, then relaxed, unfolding his arms as he did so. "Think about it, Rose. Getting your car will put you in public. It's beyond dangerous right now."
She swore under her breath. Damn, he was right and being logical about it. "Fine, then. We'll just have to use the teleport, then. Give it 'ere." She held out her hand and was surprised when he pulled it directly out of his pocket and handed it to her. "How comes it's not in my purse?" she asked suspiciously, taking it from him.
"I used it to get around last night," he responded matter of factly.
"Of course you did. Well, come on, then. We've gotta let Mum know we're going."
"You're gonna use that thing?" her mother asked distastefully when she found out how they were planning to get back to Rose's house.
"Yes, Mum. The car's not here. It'll be simpler."
"Jus' take mine. Pete, grab my keys will ya?"
Pete sighed. "Jacks, they can use the teleport just fine. It's perfectly safe." Jackie looked around at everyone else, who all nodded.
"Hell, I dunno why you lot like those damned things. Ain't right that is. Oh, c'mere, you," she said with her arms open toward Rose, giving up the argument, for the moment. Rose hesitated. Hugs with her mother were always a full body experience and though she was nearly completely healed, it'd still hurt. "'S alrigh' swee'heart, I'll be careful."
Rose went into her mother's arms for a hug, which was gentle enough that her mother barely touched her. "If you need anything, honey, call me, okay?"
"Of course, Mum," she agreed and stepped back toward the Doctor.
A few goodbyes later, and they were back in the living room of the little house on the outskirts of town.
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The Doctor laid next to Rose that night staring at the ceiling and wondering if he'd done enough or would do enough to protect Rose. If he just had the TARDIS, he'd take her away, but he didn't and wouldn't for a long time. That train of thought left him wondering why he hadn't heard anything from his future self yet. Surely he'd have let himself know something? The fact that he hadn't yet didn't bode well.
"I can hear you thinking," Rose complained next to him, apparently not asleep after all. She rolled over onto her back and peered at him.
"Sorry," he said, wondering what she knew of his thoughts.
"No, you're not," she accused and smiled a little, sad smile. "I can't sleep either," she admitted. She sighed and turned her face toward the ceiling, clearly thinking about something. "Doctor, if something happens to me-"
"It won't," he interrupted. "Nothing's going to happen," he told her, saying the words with a lot more conviction than he felt. She'd brought up the subject they'd both been trying to avoid and he really wanted it gone. But he knew from experience that Rose wasn't going to let it go.
"It could," she shot back and finished rolling over so that she faced him fully. A small hiss escaped from her as she did so, but before he could tell her to take it easy, she started speaking again. "It could, and if somethin' happens to me, I want you to-"
"No. No. No. No. Absolutely not. There's no version of me, in any potential universe, who'd willingly run off and leave you while you were-" He stopped himself, unable to say the rest and wondering when their situations had reversed.
"Of course not, but I need you to not get caught," she replied softly. "Righ' now, they ain't looking for ya, yeah? They think you're just a bloke. I need it to stay that way."
"I saw, Rose, I saw what they did to you. I saw the video. You almost- I can't let 'em take you from me. I won't." He began to beg. He'd do anything to keep her safe.
"You saw?" Her eyes had gone wide and he didn't need to be touching her to feel the fear coming off her. He pulled her into his arms and felt her shaking slightly. His brave Rose was terrified and that alone scared him.
"It's okay, Rose. It's okay. I've got you," he whispered softly in her hair as she clung to him. "You're safe."
He wondered how true that was.
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Two hours later, a jab in his side woke the Doctor up. It took his groggy mind five full seconds to realize why Rose had elbowed him. She was having a nightmare and was fighting in her sleep. He should have realized what would happen after trying to keep her calm for nearly an hour.
He reached out to wake her up before she hurt herself. When he shook her shoulder, Rose's reaction was immediate. The Doctor wasn't entirely sure how he managed to wind up on the floor with his left arm twisted painfully behind his back, it happened so fast.
"Ow! Rose! Rose! It's me. It's the Doctor! Ow!" he called out quickly, hoping she was actually awake. She gasped and the pressure on his arm and weight on his back disappeared quickly. He sat up on the floor, muscles protesting the movement.
"Blimey that was quick. Wouldn't wanna 'ave been the one you did that to for real," the Doctor joked weakly as he rubbed his shoulder.
"I'm sorry!" Rose's voice squeaked and he looked up to find her halfway across the room, looking shocked. He got up off of the floor and stepped toward her, but she backed up, shaking her head. "I-I didn't mean to. I thought-"
He spoke in a calming voice. "Hey, I'm fine, see? No harm done."
She stopped backing up, but still looked scared. "I could've broken your arm," she whispered, low enough that if he hadn't still been mostly Time Lord, he probably wouldn't have heard it. She broke eye contact and looked down at the floor, fear bleeding away as she began to feel ashamed. He wondered if she knew she was projecting.
"But you didn't," he insisted, then remembered something very important. "Frankly, I'm more cross with you for what you could've done to yourself." Her head shot up, brow furrowed, and he nodded at her chest. "How's the ribs?"
He saw understanding dawn and watched, flinching, as she hugged herself and twisted around, obviously checking the status of her healing. Her not noticing before could have been chalked up to the surge in adrenaline when she woke up, but her current movements were executed without any pain showing. It was incredible how fast she'd healed from her wounds. She'd been still hissing barely two hours before.
"I'm fine," she said and shrugged, still not meeting his eyes.
"No pain?" he asked.
"Nope. I really am sorry, you know."
He closed the small gap between then, wrapping his arms around her for their first proper hug in four long days. "Oh, Rose, you've got nothing to be sorry for, and even if you did, you'll always be forgiven," he whispered into her hair.
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Rose was still a bit sore, but she'd be okay. The little lie about having no pain was more than worth it when he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a full hug. It was still a little bit loose, like he was still afraid to hurt her, but it felt good.
"Oh, Rose, you've got nothing to be sorry for, and even if you did, you'll always be forgiven," he whispered.
She doubted that. Even he couldn't be able to forgive everything. She was about to warn him not to make promises he couldn't keep when she caught the green lights coming from the alarm clock that would have been red in Prime.
2:45
They'd had, at most, an hour of sleep that night. Though she needed a lot less than she used to, she still needed to sleep more than that. It'd been a long night.
"What?" the Doctor asked at her sigh. He pulled back so he could see her face.
"We need to sleep," she told him.
"Physically, yes," he agreed as if it pained him and she remembered that he'd used to need very little sleep and would often go days between his naps. "But I don't think I could, even if I wanted to."
"Yeah, me either." She became aware of his fingers at her waist. During the hug, her nightshirt had ridden up and his fingers were just touching her bare skin. If he wanted to, he could have tickled her.
His fingers barely moved, not much more than a twitch. Combined with the knowledge of where they were and the memory of just what those fingers were capable of, it was enough to make her shiver. His fingertips began moving back and forth in a slow, deliberate pattern. He leaned in and put his forehead against hers.
"You're projecting," he told her in a low, amused voice. It took her a second to realize what he was talking about and felt embarrassment. She tried to concentrate on not projecting, but the Doctor kissed her before she could.
"Don't stop. I like it," she heard in her mind. He pulled her closer to him and ran his hands up her back under the nightshirt. The change in their moods was abrupt, but she was glad for it, in more ways than one.
The mental leakage went both ways, though. She felt his lust, which presented as need, she felt his love, even felt his fear, which was driving his actions. Those made sense, but the small undercurrent of disgust didn't make any at all.
She pulled back and went to close herself off mentally, but the Doctor held her tighter, trying to keep her from moving away. Suddenly, it was like he pushed at her in her head, and she saw a jumble of images and feelings. Times he looked at her when she didn't know; how he felt the night before as his fingers moved inside her; how he felt right then. Mixed in with those images was the disgust, and she nearly forced it all to stop until she realized what he was trying to show her.
The disgust was with himself. He thought of himself as dirty, broken. It wasn't right to WANT- He broke both physical and mental contact with her and stepped back, not able to meet her eyes.
"Doctor?" He shut his eyes tight. "Doctor? Look at me."
He left his eyes closed, but finally spoke to her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't've pushed. I-" He let out a growl of frustration and sat heavily on the foot of the bed, muttering about control.
Rose, knowing with absolute certainty what he really wanted and frustrated as hell from years of wanting and days of nearly having, rushed forward and pushed the Doctor backwards. With a yelp, he landed on his back, looking up at her with wide, questioning eyes. "Rose?"
"This is where you've got it all wrong, Doctor. It isn't about being in control." She quickly climbed up onto the bed, over his legs and straddled his waist, not bothering to be sensual about it. She kept her hips up, though, not quite ready to make that move. The Doctor laid beneath her, staring up at her with his jaw open a little. Rose was sure he wasn't breathing.
"Wha- What's it about, then?" he gasped out.
"It's about wanting, even needing," she spoke in a lower voice, then leaned forward and put her hands on either side of his head so she could hold her face close to his. He licked his lips and glanced down at hers, but still wasn't making a move.
"It's about giving in to desire," she explained in a whisper and kissed him softly. He finally responded to her touch and she felt his hands slide around her waist as he deepened the kiss. She pulled back and he lifted up with her a little before their lips separated.
"My Doctor," she nearly moaned. "This is all about losing control." With her last words, she finally let her hips drop a little and ground against his hips, feeling the length underneath the clothes separating them.
The Doctor cried out her name and sat up, flipping her sideways and on her back. The movement left her stunned, and not just because of the twinge in her chest from the wound that was still healing.
He settled in between her legs and stared down at her. She could tell he was still thinking too much, so reached down and stroked him through his pajamas. He gasped, then in a quick motion, pulled her hand off of himself and held it down on the bed over her shoulder. Her other hand joined on the other side a moment later. "Stop that," he growled at her and nipped at her lips before kissing her quickly. He really hadn't been joking about being rough with her. And what was with his reaction to being touched?
"Why?" she blurted out as soon as his lips left hers. "I wanna touch you."
The Doctor was kissing down her neck. "Over." Kiss "Too." Kiss. "Soon." He ground against her and she moaned out his name, happy that she was affecting him so much.
But just as suddenly as he'd flipped her over, he disappeared from over her, scrambling off of the bed. Rose indignantly got up as well, turning to ask him what was wrong this time. But her anger quickly evaporated when she saw the square foil packet he'd pulled out of the drawer of his nightstand.
"Oh, this is happening," he assured her with a grin.
"We don't need-" she started and gestured at the condom in his hand, blushing.
"It's not for- well, not just for that, though I do need to do some testing, just to make sure." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and admitted that, "It's for you, and, well, me, I suppose. Wanna have some fun before the finale, hmm? Same reason I won't let you touch me, yet. Oh, you will. I've plans for that mouth. Oh." He startled at what he said, cocked his head to the side, and smiled. "I'm a bit forward now, aren't I? Is that alright?"
She nodded, giggled, and moved to take her t-shirt off, but he barked out, "Stop! Don't you dare remove a stitch." She froze, unsure of what was going on as the Doctor came toward her. His moods shifted so quickly. "I wanna do it."
His hands went to her waist and tugged her the last few inches toward him as he slammed his lips against hers. She could feel the corner of the packet in his hand scratching her back as his hands moved under her shirt. Then he started tugging it off of her. Their kiss broke when they needed to get the fabric over her head, but instead of returning to her lips, he looked down at her bare chest and licked his lips.
Before she could reassure him, he tentatively reached out and cupped her left breast in his hand. His thumb grazed the nipple, and she let out a sigh that was also his chosen name.
"So this is okay?" he asked softly, moving his other hand up to do the same to the other breast and watching her reactions. She didn't miss the way his eyes kept flicking up to the scar from her wound, which looked months old by that point.
"Yessss," she hissed out as his fingers touched her. He bent down slowly and licked the hardened peak, then moved his head and licked the other one for good measure before moving down her stomach, kissing, licking, and sometimes even biting at her skin a little. He really liked having his mouth on her. The thought made her flush and wonder what it'd feel like between her legs for more than a single swipe.
He dropped to his knees, kissing at her lower stomach, just above the line of her pajama pants. He brushed against the fabric, growled at it, and suddenly, he grabbed and yanked the waistband down, taking her knickers as well. She was surprised nothing had torn with the force he'd used.
"On the bed, now," he ordered and she happily complied, sitting down and getting ready to scoot back some. He expedited her movements by yanking her legs up so he could finish taking off the sleeping trousers. The fabric flew across the room as she realized she was completely bare in front of him.
But he was still fully dressed, condom in hand and hair standing up in all directions with a bulge in his pants. At that moment, he didn't look like the powerful Time Lord he was. He was just a man. He stood staring down at her, with an expression of awe he'd rarely had in all the years she'd known him, but she'd always seen directed at her. She wanted to tease him, then, to get him moving again, but she couldn't speak.
"You may want to get comfortable," he warned her in a near whisper.
"How do you want me?" she asked. He obviously had a plan, and she was happy to let him take the lead, now that he'd decided to follow through.
He licked his lips and swallowed. "On your back," he said after a second. She scooted around on the bed, getting herself comfortable as the Doctor climbed back on top of it near her feet.
Rose had expected the Doctor to climb up her body and kiss her, but instead, he stayed down by her legs and ran his hands up them, focusing all of his attention on where he was touching. When he got to her knees, he pushed them apart and situated himself between her legs.
When he'd gotten to where he wanted to be, which exactly mimicked where they had been just moments before stopping the night before, he slowly looked up her body, then hesitated. She could feel his uncertainty.
"Doctor? Please," she begged. "Touch me."
"I love you," he blurted out.
"I love you too," she told him softly.
"Am I dreaming?" he asked hoarsely.
"No, Doctor, this is all real," she told him. "This is real and you're not gonna 'urt me." She wiggled her hips. "Now, please, touch me."
He looked into her eyes and swallowed. "Rose Tyler, your wish is my command." With those words, he put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them farther apart. His right hand slid up her thigh and over her center, where he pressed and she sighed. He smiled and moved his hand back and forth over her gently while he began massaging her thigh with his other hand.
Suddenly, he flipped the hand at her center and slid a finger inside of her. "It's very slick in there, isn't it?" he said conversationally. "That's nice. Allows me to do this." He withdrew the finger and added another, sliding them both in roughly.
"Oh!" Rose squeaked.
"Too rough?" he asked, pulling his fingers out of her.
"Doctor, don't stop!" she cried out and smacked the hand on her thigh.
"Good." He pushed his fingers back inside and used his other thumb to rub her nub. Amid her moaning and panting, she heard him speaking low, probably to himself. "...Because I don't think I'm a gentle type of man."
She was, to her own surprise, fine with that. Everything the Doctor did felt amazing. Then he did something odd. He took his fingers out of her, bent down, and sniffed her. It was different enough to send her back from the edge of what would have been the most amazing and all encompassing orgasm of her life.
But then his tongue darted out and she decided that if that was what he liked, so be it. At first, he kissed her like he kissed her mouth, then started licking her everywhere. After a minute, he shifted to get more comfortable and returned his fingers to her folds as he concentrated on the little bundle of nerves with his tongue.
She grabbed his hair, partially out of instinct and partially to be sure he wouldn't bloody stop this time. He groaned and that tiny bit of vibration was the last thing she needed. Her whole body stiffened as she came and she threw her head back in ecstasy.
The Doctor's eyes met hers and he stared at her as he kept licking and moving his fingers within her, not slowing down until she started shaking. At that point, he withdrew his fingers and gave her two last, slow licks that had her jerking away from him. He then moved his oral attention away from her center to her thigh, where he nipped at the skin between kisses.
"You alrigh' there?" he asked in a drunken voice after a few seconds.
Rose, who was gasping for breath, nodded, then realized he probably couldn't see her, so gave him a thumbs up. At his laugh, she started laughing too. "That was- that- wow," she said.
"Good, huh?" he asked smugly, wiping off his chin and grinning at her.
"Shut up."
"Just imagine when I actually know what I'm doing," he bragged and rubbed her again, causing her to shudder and buck up.
"Gimme a mo'," she said. "'M not ready for more just yet."
"Mmm, I am," he replied and finally took off his own shirt. As he did so, she sat up so she could get closer to him. She rubbed her hands along his stomach and kissed him softly, tasting herself on him.
"'S your turn," she told him and grabbed the waistband of his trousers. She started pulling them down, but had to stop because of his manhood catching on the elastic. The Doctor quickly helped her get them down and kicked the cotton off his legs as he kissed her.
"Where's-?" he asked, looking around and spotted his target lying at the edge of the bed. He released her and picked up the little foil packet, tearing it open. He looked at the small, purplish object inside and flipped it to determine the right way to use it.
Rose, who really wanted an excuse to touch him, took it from him and placed it on the tip of him, rolling it out slowly, as if she were trying to bring him off with her hands moving in one direction alone.
The Doctor hissed at her touch, closed his eyes, and balled his fists, muttering what had to be curses in several different languages with her name mixed in.
"Problem, Doctor?" she asked, grinning at him and he opened his eyes.
"Ready?" he growled at her.
"Do it, lose control with me," she told him and suddenly found herself picked up and put right back where she was when he was licking at her. This time, however, he kissed her lips instead as he situated his hips between her legs. He brushed at her and they both gasped.
He reached between them and grasped himself, lining himself up with her before pushing his length into her slowly. He wasn't huge, but he was a decent size and it'd been so long since she was with anyone. Without all the preparation he'd already done to her, it might have hurt.
He stared into her eyes as he did so, and only once he was all the way inside her did he break eye contact and groan. He pulled out just a little with a hiss, then pushed back in, shuddering a little. His next thrust was a little bit longer and Rose quickly realized he was experimenting. It didn't take him long to find a rhythm he liked.
The Doctor kept trying to stare into her eyes as he made love to her, but he had trouble keeping them open and eventually gave up, preferring to bury his face in her neck instead. Little grunts, moans, and the occasional use of their names were all the language either of them had at their disposal by the time his rhythm started faltering.
He sped up, pushing harder with each thrust and Rose's walls clenched around him. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and cried out his name. The Doctor grabbed her hips and slammed himself as far inside of her as he could, pulsing within her. His fingers dug into her hips and she was sure she'd have bruises, but even more sure she didn't care.
He collapsed on top of her, barely catching himself so he didn't hurt her, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Rose rubbed his back with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair with the other as they both gathered their wits about them.
The Doctor finally lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her. He looked dazed. "I finally get it," he told her.
"Get what?"
"Why humans spend so much time thinking about doing this. It's- It's." He shifted and groaned, where he was still inside of her. "Fuck."
She giggled and sighed as he left her body completely. "'S why they call it fuckin', yeah?"
He rolled onto his back and laughed. "It's Germanic in origin, related to words for moving back and forth, copulation, pushing, and striking," he said staring at the ceiling, still breathing hard.
That sounded about right. She rolled over and put her head on her hand, the other one went to his bare chest. The Doctor immediately grabbed it and threaded his fingers with hers. She took the opportunity to gaze at his body completely bare to her, having not had the chance to do so before. His entire body was a runner's body, but she couldn't help but stare at the part of his body that had been within her. It lay against his stomach, still encased in the condom.
He looked over at her and smiled, then saw where she was looking. "As much as I wanna never leave your body, I don't think I can do that again very soon," he told her, moving so they could cuddle together.
"'S not that," she told him, "but you migh' wanna get that off before it 'urts."
He jerked back and looked down in dismay at himself, groaning. "That explains it."
"You forgot?" she asked, surprised and just a bit pleased with herself.
"I didn't forget, I just temporarily-"
"Forgot." she teased and he groaned.
"Back in a tick." He got up and started heading out of the room.
Rose stretched languidly and called after him. "Imagine what this woulda been like without it!" She laughed at his curse, the one with the Germanic beginnings.
When he returned, in much less than a minute, he pulled the covers up over them both and curled up with her, with her head on his chest. She felt so good and happy. Years of tension had bled out in just minutes. For so long, she was sure she'd never be with him like this and would have had to remain content with what she had.
The two of them laid silently for a minute, each lost in their own thoughts, or so she had thought. It wasn't long before she realized that the biggest gob in the universe was silent for an awfully long time.
Rose lifted her head and looked down at the peaceful face of a sleeping Doctor. She smiled at him and put her head back down on his chest, hearing the slowed beat of his single, human heart.