Title: Taking the Plunge
Author: Shen
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Rose, Ten, Donna, Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Ianto
Setting/Spoilers: No spoilers whatsoever. Part of my Peril-verse (see my profile). Recap of said 'verse is at shengirl dot livejournal dot com/8390 dot html
Teaser: Trouble in paradise! The Doctor's really done it now, and his friends suggest a rather drastic solution: Marriage?!

Author's Note: It's a long one, but that's because there's porn, which takes up a certain amount of space, and not-porn, because I just can't kick my plot-writing habit. But please, tell me what you think! I've written enough smut I should be decent at it by now, so if something's off, let me know.

Chapter 12: Honeymoon

The Doctor and Rose weren't alone right away after the wedding. After bidding the last relative goodbye, they went to fetch the TARDIS for cleanup. Only the Doctor was needed to pilot it, but Rose couldn't wait to put normal clothes on, even if she did love her dress. However, three steps from the door, the Doctor suddenly grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"What're you doing?" she sputtered. She could practically feel his smirk, even if all she could see was his cute bum.

"I'm carrying you over the threshold! You do that when you get married, right?" he asked cheekily. Rose slapped his rear end. Chuckling, he put her down carefully, then pulled her into a kiss before she could let off the smart-aleck comment she had lying in wait. By the time he let her go, it had fled her entirely. She opened her eyes. Of course, he stood and grinned smugly, and the ire-induced commentary was reinventing itself in her mind when he spoke.

"I love you." And it all dissolved into smoke. Cheater.

"I hate you," she countered with false petulance. Heedless of it, he swung her up into his arms – the proper way this time – and carried her smiling form into the TARDIS.

Hours later, the benches were back in the depths of the ship, the seat covers and tablecloth were in the wash, flowers were left on Jackie's "grave," and everyone was dropped off at home. Clean and changed, Rose and the Doctor fell back onto their bed.

"Good day?" he asked. She grinned at the ceiling and stretched.

"Perfect day."

"Feel any different?"

"Actually-" she stopped to yawn, "a bit, yeah." And she did, at least for the night. She had been a bride today, and now the Doctor wore something that would warn off any women or men who knew what it meant. That he was taken, for keeps. Possessive of her, perhaps, but she had an inkling that the Doctor felt the same about her own ring. So, she rolled over and curled up to his side, throwing an arm and a leg over his frame.

"All mine," she teased. Then she yawned again. A kiss on the forehead greeted her at the end of it.

Softly, he suggested, "Tell you what. When you wake up, we'll be somewhere wonderful."

"But it's the wedding night! I'm not too tired to consummate it," she protested. The Doctor gave a little snort.

"Consummate it, eh?" he asked wryly. She smiled against his shirt.

"Fine, you skinny pedant. I'm not too tired to re-consummate my relationship with you. Besides, I'm sure it's unlucky or something, to skip the wedding night."

"Well then, it's lucky we're in a TARDIS, where day and night don't exist. Sleep now," he ordered, then lowered his voice to seductively add, "I want you at your peak when I get my hands on you next. Alright?" She shivered at his tone and nodded. In fewer than ten minutes, she was asleep.

Having woken alone and gotten ready for the day in an empty TARDIS, Rose stood in its door. The Doctor said she'd wake up somewhere wonderful. She'd been half afraid of walking onto a planet full of denim-hating, pitchfork-carrying midgets and finding the Doctor hanging upside-down in their square for eating a pastry without the proper utensil or something. But he had delivered.

The ship was clearly in a docking bay, but the view was spectacular. Above the drab mechanics of the airlock doors was a window spanning the wall, and outside seemed to be some kind of very thick atmosphere. Light blue and orange were the chief colors, with swirls and lines of dark pink and yellow threaded into the patterns. Enough light filtered through the soupy clouds that Rose figured the planet's sun was either very close or very large, but the temperature inside the structure was comfortable. Well-lit by artificial sources, as well.

"Don't crane your neck to look out that little porthole," came the Doctor's voice, "The entire outer hull of this dome is made of transparent alloy, airlocks excluded of course." He walked up to her side and took her hand.

"Really?"

"Yep. It's a giant dome on a stilt, though not a sphere. Sort of... pie-shaped. Like if you took a clay ball and flattened it down some. No corners." He let her grab the bag she'd previously packed and led her through the resort towards the room he'd just secured, explaining as he went. The planet's ground wasn't very hospitable, and the atmosphere certainly wasn't breathable, but the beauty of its sky and the wildlife that dwelt within it made for quite an attraction. The dome itself was made up of several floors, the outer edges of them designated for dance floors, restaurants, and activity areas for games, crafts, lessons or whatever. The inner sections held spas, pools, and hotel rooms, though their own room would actually have a window to the outside. That sort of thing was at a premium, but they did get the Honeymoon Suite.

The couple walked in just in time to see a long, sinuous creature glide by the window, catfish-like feelers on its mouth and undulating as if swimming rather than flying. Rose gasped.

"You'll see a lot of that this week. We can even sit through a lesson on the wildlife of this planet if you want," he suggested cheerily. Rose smiled broadly at him.

"Maybe we can. And I can't wait to explore this place; thank you!" She hugged him tightly.

"So I did good?" he asked. Rather than answer him, Rose pulled back and dragged him downwards, planting a firm kiss on his lips. She felt him infinitesimally stiffen in shock at being so manhandled before melting into it.

"Keep your eyes closed," she murmured at their parting, still close enough to feel his lips form a slow smile. Opening her own eyes, she saw that he was obeying for the moment, so she quickly knelt at her bag. A minute later, she said his name. His eyes opened, then widened dramatically. She stood before him in black negligé, most opaque at at her breasts and then only barely. A hand resting on her hip, she regarded him smugly.

"So I did good?" she asked. He closed his previously-gaping gob and nodded. A few predatory steps she took then, and a kiss. But as his tongue darted out to request entrance, she pulled away. He followed at first, then gave her a small pout, but her attention was already elsewhere. She unbuttoned his jacket and slipped it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground as he shook it off. His tie was loosened next, and she took advantage of his always-unbuttoned top button to give some gratuitous attention to his throat. As she did, the Doctor's head rolled back, and his hands ran up her back, chilling her through her sheer garment.

Still not speaking, Rose turned them so the Doctor's back was to the bed, then pressed him towards it, kissing his face, nipping his neck, and ending with a solid snog on the mouth as they reached it. She ground her pelvis into him, drawing a muffled groan as he bucked back into her. Suddenly, her arms deserted him, pushed him back, and he fell onto the mattress with an appreciative whuf. His long legs still dangled over the edges, but it was all the better to swiftly undo his belt and trousers and tug them off, along with his shoes. Pants went next, with his eager cooperation. She could feel how aroused he was, even without looking at his straining member. Such was their connection, she could even hear his heartbeats pounding in his ears as he stared at her, kneeling between his legs. He wanted. An answering ache began to cry out from her own center, but it would wait.

She grabbed his penis and made as if to take him wholly into her mouth, but a hot breath away, she stopped. He whimpered, making her smile cheekily up at him. Continued to do so, his member lightly in hand.

"You're rotten to the core," he admonished her after several seconds. At that, she winked.

"You knew we humans were bad news. Only yourself to blame," she teased, but her lips caressed the inside of his thigh, soft as silk. She kissed along until her nose bumped his testicles, then licked them, took one into her mouth and sucked lightly before pressing it back out her lips. She heard his head fall back onto the mattress hard. Then, at last, she took one slow lap up the underside of his manhood. He sighed happily, and a bubble of love abruptly welled up in her chest. In her affection, she decided to display some mercy, so she licked him just a few more times before taking him into her mouth. Keeping him encased in her wet heat, her tongue swirled and laved languidly, down his length and under, firmly over, or ever-so-slowly up and around his head, until she could feel his leg muscles tense beside her cheek. Next, she plunged him deeper into her mouth, to one side so could lavish attention on the other. Then, at his whimpering, switched to the other cheek for a minute before backing off. Her hand began to pump him in rhythm as her mouth and other hand toyed with his balls once more. When small gasps began to issue from his form, she gave some slow, purposeful licks up his penis before taking it into her mouth again. However, it wasn't long before he gently pushed her away.

"Doctor?" she asked, looking up at him at last. His face was flushed, eyes dilated, and hair a completely lost cause from writhing into the mattress. Beautiful in his dishevelment.

"You are too good at that, and on that note, you'd best stop," he said, breathing slightly elevated but with a smile on his face. "A wife of mine deserves a mutually fulfilling wedding night." As he must have known it would, his use of the w-word only increased the ache between her legs. Through their link, he felt it and smirked. Tugged her to her feet before him as he stood to kiss her. They stayed that way for a few minutes, taking turns visiting and caressing the nooks of each other's mouths. It was a knowing, comfortable kiss but nothing to smother the flame of arousal flaring up in them both.

Eventually, the Doctor turned them around and gently shoved Rose onto the bed, putting her in the position he'd just left. Throwing off his shirt, he leaned over her and dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. She giggled, and it turned into a sigh as he kissed her cheeks and nuzzled her neck. Her fingers began to lightly scratch his back and tangle in his hair as he went about leaving a mark on the skin where her neck met her shoulder. Well, if he wanted to mark her as his even further, she couldn't argue, though she would have to return the favor later.

His work done, the Doctor kissed her lips three times; short, teasing pecks that left her wanting more, and he was gone. Quite suddenly, his hands were running down her thighs and back up, pushing her negligé out of his way. She spread her legs further to him, and he leaned forward to taste her clit. Her eyes closed, the feeling jolted like lightning through her chest. God, the things that man could do with his tongue. A sexy alien who would scoff at the challenge of tying a knot in a cherry stem; sometimes she marveled at how she hit the jackpot.

After such a shocking tease to start, he trailed his tongue lower, making a more leisurely exploration of her depths. He made slow love to her with his tongue, lapping and twirling to stir up an assortment of warm, trembly feelings in her stomach. Next, he slid upwards again to caress the bundle of nerves there.

"God-" Rose whimpered shortly, "you should seriously make an in- ah, ahhh that's mean, when I'm talking to you – make an instructional video or something." Did she just say that? And she made fun of his babbling.

To her dismay, the Doctor paused his zealous pushing of all the right buttons to teasingly say, "So you're either volunteering to be in pornography with me or asking me to do this to someone else." Oh, honestly, that bastard knew she couldn't think straight when he was doing that to her.

"I didn't mean- oh, shut up," her fuzzy mind managed to conjure. He smiled heatedly.

"Yes, ma'am." His renewed attentions hit her like a lorry, and one hand fisted in the duvet. Side to side over and past the nub, then an ever-shrinking circle around it. Her remaining hand began to stroke and grasp his hair in turns, while his hands held her twitching hips to the mattress. Her orgasm coiled tight in her abdomen, and the Doctor's ministrations took on a focused fervor. Flicks, one slow lick, and some intense swirling, and he knew to put pressure right there, and before she knew it her climax sprang upon her.

More babbled nonsense, as well as some profanity, tumbled from her mouth, bypassing her rational brain entirely, but he didn't tease this time. Instead, he held her through it and rode the wave of her pleasure in his own mind, doused in her unique red and gold.

Rose, flat on her back, was concentrating on taking deep breaths, but one look down at the Doctor made the air hitch in her throat. Goaded by the night's events and electrified by her shared energy, he was awash in fiery want. She held out a hand, an invitation.

"I love you. Thank you for that. But I need you, Doctor." She said the last in a low, seductive tone, and it was more than the approval he needed. He stood, bent to press her proffered hand into the mattress, and gave in to her request. His slow push into her body was sweet agony on her sensitized flesh, and she and the Doctor both moaned quietly. He put on a slow rhythm, apparently wanting to savor the act. He kissed her captured hand before freeing it, then carefully stood straighter and put her ankles on his shoulders.

It was a precarious position, the angle teetering on painfully too-deep and frankly amazing. But Rose trusted him and was rewarded with oh god so good, on the cusp of pain but apart from it, yes just there please... but as hot as it was, she wanted her hands on his shoulders, or possibly her mouth, not her ankles. She needed to be closer.

"Hey, switch?" she asked breathily. He smiled slowly, then let her legs down. Plunged into her hard, making her cry out as he bent over her to swallow the noise. They kissed, each fervently drinking the other in, interrupted only by their moans as he continued to thrust. She, in turn, pressed up to meet him, basking in the closeness and passion.

Eventually, he tugged her into a sitting position and said, "Come on, I have a better idea. This bed's a bit short anyway."

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, only to squeak in surprise as he pulled her legs tighter around his waist, slipped his hands under her bum, and lifted. Surprised, she still had the presence of mind to cling to his shoulders and rest a good portion of weight there. It wasn't a long trip, however; he pressed her against the nearest wall with a hard thrust that wrung a deep gasp from her. Not a slow rhythm this time; he pushed into her hard and fast, drawing high-pitched cries and moaning from them both. Rose could feel her muscles twitch as she dug her nails into his shoulders, her breath coming fast as he bent his neck and rested his forehead on her chin. Shimmering blue and brown hovered at the edge of her vision, then swamped it as she cried out his name, his ragged voice only a moment behind hers.

Very carefully, he let her down, and they hugged and breathed, leaning against the wall.

"Wow," she whispered, tracing soft ovals on his back. He kissed her neck, then pressed his lips to hers sweetly.

"You think that'll do, to save us the bad luck?" he asked. Rose giggled, then kissed him soundly.

Rose lay in bed, the Doctor spooned up behind her and snoozing for once. The past few days ran through her mind, her family and friends in particular. She would leave most of them behind, eventually, aging as slowly as she was now. The family sooner than the friends, if she had to fake her own death again to spare them the secret. Shireen and Keisha she might be able to tell eventually, but that was a problem for another day.

Still, depressing though the thoughts were, it wasn't all bad. None of it would be a worry for a while, and she firmly believed in enjoying the moment. And she would have Donna for a long time, Jack even longer. Hell, how could she complain, when her friend was going to live forever? And, of course, she had the Doctor.

"Snnnnxx- pear pastry, no-" the Doctor snored then muttered quietly before going silent again. It took a phenomenal force of will to hold in her snorting laugh, just shaking against him gently.

Life was good for now. And as long as she had the Doctor, pains of a long lifespan or no, she wouldn't have it any other way.

END