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Really, Rose should’ve realised sooner that she was deep in love with an alien. Not just any alien, either, a Time Lord, as he liked to remind her constantly, the last of his kind – to her, though, he was just a bloke with an ego bigger than the infinite nature of his ship. Unfortunately, the Doctor had kind of lived up to the inflated sense of self, the magic of him and this insane life they were leading together, not that she’d ever tell him that. There’d be no stopping him if she confessed that he actually was impressive.
In the six months it had taken the Doctor to make a single move on her, to look at her as something other than an out-of-bounds warning sign wrapped in yellow caution tape, Rose had driven herself insane out of desire for him. It shouldn’t have been so easy to want someone she thought she couldn’t ever be with, but it had happened far too quickly. Nevertheless, all that pent-up tension between them finally had been released; all the reasons why they couldn’t be together forgotten with a single heated kiss, floating like a balloon, off on the breeze. And he was wonderful.
Rose had thought that maybe a few things would be… different. He was, after all, an alien, not exactly subject to human male standards, both good and bad. They’d been slightly clumsy at the beginning, like most new lovers: a pair of over-eager high school kids, a bit awkward and unsure, fumbling between fervent kisses and tearing each other’s clothes off, until they’d got into a rhythm and grown together. Once the dam broke between them, though, it had been like nothing she’d ever experienced in her entire life.
And he knew it, the bastard.
He was the Doctor: possessive in a way that made her toes curl, passionate and boyish, unable to keep his hands off her for more than five minutes some days. But he was also sweet, careful, and tender too, spending their quiet moments showing her the universe through his bright, swirling blue eyes.
At least he was so fucking easy to wind around her little finger in turn.
“No, Rose,” he grumbled at her pleads, arms crossed over his chest in that Doctor-y way, leaning back against the console. Rose let her eyes go big and wide because she could, pouting a bit for good measure. “Don’t give me that look, I said no.”
“Come on, one beach day’s not gonna kill you, is it?” She poked her fingertips playfully along the arm of his leather jacket, watching his resolve crumble at the tiny touches. “I just want some sun and relaxation without the whole life-and-death, running until my side hurts thing, Doctor. Even just half a day? Don’t you want to relax with me?”
His nose scrunched up, though he didn’t back away from her either. “But the beach is so boring. What’s there to do anyway, it’s always the same. You swim for twenty minutes and bake to a crisp for the other five hours while I sit there, bored out of my vast, impressive mind. It’s a waste!”
“We can make it interesting…” Rose smirked, trying to worm her hands between his crossed arms to get him to relax for her. “If you’d be interes-ted in a wager.”
His face sparked then, back into verdant life, and she knew she had him on the ropes. “What sort of wager we talking about?”
She leant up a bit, squirming her way in until he sighed and relented, letting his hands drop from over his chest to grip at her waist instead. Future point proven. “I bet that you can’t last three hours without touching me.” Rose smoothed her palms over his jumper, slipping under the soft, battered leather. “I don’t think you could even last two, honestly, but I’m prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt here.”
At that, he quirked an eyebrow down at her, broad hands flexing on her t-shirt. “Oh, you don’t think I’ve got self-restraint, is that it? I can be patient, Rose. More patient than you humans, anyway.”
“I thought you were a doctor, not a patient,” she teased, her tongue between her teeth at his eye-rolling. “I’m not saying you don’t have any restraint, I’m saying that you don’t seem to when it comes to me. I mean, look,” she glanced down as his hands were surreptitiously tugging her t-shirt up to get at her bare skin. “That’s, what, ten minutes?”
“What do I win, then?” His fingers twitched as hers swiped down his chest. Rose never claimed to be any more restrained than him, after all. “If I go three hours without touching you, what do I get?”
“I’m sure a smart man like you can think of a prize to claim. I’m amenable.” She twisted his lapels instead, tugging him into a soft, brief kiss. “And if I win, you spend Sunday dinner with my mother.”
The Doctor grimaced and groaned immediately, Rose smacking his arm as he did. “Fish and chips on a Friday is the best I can do. And no bloody soap operas, please, or I’ll be ringing up some friends and asking them to invade earth for a laugh.”
“I believe you,” she patted his jacket back into place. “Three hours on a beach, that’s all I’m asking, bit of sun and ocean water like a normal holiday. Just three hours you’ll need to survive and then you can have me…” she leant up, kissing his lips. “Entirely…” a kiss landed on his neck. “At your whim.”
She felt the moment that he decided to give in to her needs, that little soft sigh from his nose, the anticipation in his eyes. No matter how much he grumbled, the Doctor had always given in to Rose’s deepest desires.
“Fine, you’ve got a deal. Go get ready, I’ll take us somewhere nice, with a proper beach for the little ape to get her sunshine fix.”
Squealing, Rose planted one last kiss on his lips, letting the insult slide since he was giving in. “My hero.” She patted his chest, practically running to her room with a sly smirk threatening to break on her lips already.
Nope, six months and she had only discovered so far that the Doctor was the same as any bloke, really, not particularly alien at all. Simply batting her eyelashes, bit of flirting and teasing, and she’d gotten her day at the beach in five minutes flat. A no turned into a yes.
She was irrevocably in love with that wonderful man, though: maybe that was the difference after all.
-oOo-
Ten minutes later and she was sure he was going to regret ever setting eyes on one Rose Marion Tyler, master of seduction of grumpy 900-something year old Time Lords. It was a niche talent to have, of course, but one she was ridiculously good at – not that anyone would ever know besides them. It was just too perfect, too easy to poke and prod at his famous patience and resolve (or lack thereof) with a few simple moves.
She’d give him an hour at most, really. Even if he did – by some miracle – last three without touching her, Rose got a half-day in the sun. Win-win for her, really.
There was more than a bounce in her step as she came back into the console room, a tote bag under her arm full of towels and supplies. “So where are we?” He hadn’t bothered to change his clothes again. Typical. Leather jacket, jumper, and boots on a beach – good thing he never really felt the heat and that she didn’t embarrass easy.
“Costa del Sol, summer 2025,” he raked his eyes up and down her body, unaffected by her long, gauzy white dress. Just wait until he saw underneath, she thought idly. “It’s called Playa Las Viborillas. Tropical, bit more secluded; sun, sand and sea as requested.” He waved a hand out, a smile on his face. “And all yours, love.”
Rose broke into a grin too. “Clock starts now, then. Good luck.”
“Don’t need luck,” the Doctor said as she bounded down the ramp and pushed open the doors. “I know I’m gonna win.”
Bright sunlight hit her first as Rose stepped outside, sliding on her sunglasses. That wave of beautiful, life-affirming dry heat sunk deep into her pallid skin, flooding her system with a boost of happiness. Oh, this was exactly what she needed after all that stress and running for their lives, all the cold and dirt and war: some peace, familiar warm sunshine, the comfort of earth and home without dreary London worrying in the back of her mind. Like the package holidays she never got to go on as a kid.
She slid her foot from her sandal immediately, sinking her toes into hot, dry sand at the top of the beach where the Doctor had landed the TARDIS with complete – albeit rare – precision. “Oh, that’s amazin’…” she sighed dreamily, running her gaze down the length of the beach as her foot slid back into the sandal. It was busy, given the height of summer – full of couples and kids, a few pockets of people her own age sticking close together on their own holidays.
“Come on, then, grumpy.” Rose called back, spotting an empty pair of sun loungers a hundred yards or so down the beach, setting off immediately like a woman on a mission for them. “Only another two hours and fifty-eight minutes to go!”
“Humans…” she heard him grumble, though he trudged after her with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets.
Rose tried not to laugh at the scowl on his face as she dumped her stuff by the empty loungers, happy as the breeze caught her skin. It was being a bit cruel to the Doctor, maybe, to test his patience like this, but the man so rarely let off steam, she figured it’d be good for him, regardless, to have a couple of hours where they weren’t in mortal peril.
“Do you want a surprise?” she asked as he sank down onto one of the loungers, looking insanely weird, still in his leather and boots among all the sun-lovers. “It’s a special one, just for you.”
“I hesitate to say yes…” the Doctor bristled back, glaring rather obviously at the bloke across from them who had eyed Rose with a vague, lazy interest. “Given that you’re intent on testing me today.”
“Good thing I don’t need your permission then, isn’t it?” The grin that split her face was teasing, her tongue stuck between her teeth as she untied her white dress, the material opaque enough to have hidden what she’d decided to wear underneath. “I think you’ll quite like it, anyway.”
Looking firmly at his face, she shed her dress, draping the fabric over the back of her sun lounger before adjusting her bikini. If it were any other person, she’d be pouting at the lack of response to the sight of her, but this man was the Doctor – and she could read him like a book. That subtle clench of his jaw, the way his eyes barely widened and darkened at the sight of her, fists clenching inside his jacket pockets. He loved it.
“What you think?” she asked, slowly spinning around to show him the half-thong cut in the back of her new bikini. “I got it two weeks ago when I went shopping with Mum and you were hiding in the TARDIS, pretending she needed some work doing. H&M spring collection, £18.99.”
“Are those… bananas?” he glared at her, tense and terse. “You bought a bikini with bananas printed on it?”
“Yep!” Rose beamed, adjusting the straps on her shoulders and the waistband of the bottoms as they sat high on her hips. “I just thought you liked calling us apes so much, might as well live up to it, right?”
“Right…” his lips twitched, eyes darkening when she adjusted the cups of her top, so they sat more comfortably. “Looks a bit tight on you.”
“I know,” she sighed a bit dramatically, looking down at her own chest. “They had the bottoms in the right size, but the top? Cup size is just a bit too small. Spilling over, here. Still, nobody’ll care, will they? I think they allow topless swimming anyway, good to avoid those tan lines.”
The Doctor’s now slightly manic expression darted to the bloke across from them, who was fooling nobody as he looked at Rose’s curved body from behind dark sunglasses, quickly snapping back to the ocean when caught out.
“It’s lovely,” the Doctor said levelly, craning his neck to the side as she bent over to dig her supplies out of the tote bag at her feet. “Very yellow.”
“I brought that book you were reading from the library…” she pulled it out, tossing it at him. Some casual reading on nexus-guiding loop quantum physics in 8th dimensionality, naturally. “In case you get a bit bored.”
“Thanks.” He caught the book easily, gripping it as she sat down, facing him on her sun lounger, a tube of SPF 50+ in her hands. “What are you doing?”
Rose really tried not to smirk, really, she tried. “What? It’s sun cream! I don’t want to bake to a crisp, do I? Safety first, that’s what you always say.” She squeezed a glob into her palm, rubbing it between her hands before slathering it over her arms. “Shame you can’t do my back, what with the bet and everything. Might need to find someone to give me a hand.”
“Rose,” he warned, eyes flashing a threat as she worked sunscreen over the tops of her breasts and shoulders, his jaw clenching though he didn’t seem to want to do the logical thing and stop looking at her. “You better hope you win this bet, love, the way you’re misbehaving.”
“Why’d you think I’m doing it, Doctor?” she winked, her voice low as she worked more sunscreen into her thighs and calves. “I never said I’d play fair. You know I like it dirty.”
For a second, she thought she’d won in less than ten minutes. She was so sure of it, too, from the way his fingers went white gripping his book far too hard, how his eyes burned down the same path her hands were taking, caressing her body. Rose played unfair, played to win to make him snap his precious alien Time Lord patience in desire of her. She was fairly certain that if she’d been brave enough to go topless on the beach, she might have won there and then. She couldn’t deny it was a power trip too, to have him at her mercy, even though there was a voice inside her saying screw the bet, then screw him.
“Two hours, forty-three minutes.” The Doctor muttered to himself, heaving a breath as he swung to lie flat on the sun lounger, the book still clenched in his hands, deciding simply not to look at her. At least he’d finally caught up. “I am not having dinner with your mother.”
“Suit yourself,” Rose shrugged non-committal as she slipped onto her lounger, happy to soak up twenty minutes of sun or so before he got bored with the book and decided she was interesting again. “I’ve got all the time in the world, Doctor.”
-oOo-
Okay so it took him half an hour to start fidgeting instead of the twenty minutes she’d been expecting, having almost finished reading his insanely dense book in the time it took Rose to concoct her plan of attack. It was still fine – she was still gonna win this bet if it meant getting a little… pushy.
Rose traced her fingertips around her stomach as she lay warming in the sun, her skin slightly pink even despite the sunscreen she had slathered on half an hour ago to keep from burning. He didn’t move or twitch as she pulled her knee up, foot flat on the lounger, stroking her own thigh lightly, running her fingers along the edge of her bikini bottoms.
Nothing. Not so much as a goddamn twitch in response. It lit a raging fire in her belly.
“You alright there, Doctor?” she asked quietly, stretching out her back, arms above her head. “Not falling asleep, are you?”
Of course, he’d been uncharacteristically quiet, she thought. Had read far slower than his normal speed, too, so maybe she wasn’t completely unaffecting him with her overt display of flexibility and overspill of breasts encased in banana print fabric.
“Nope!” he grinned at her too brightly to be casual before turning a page. “You might want to flip over though, you’re getting a bit pink.”
Her eyes narrowed behind her sunglasses. “Right.” Fine then, if he wanted to play it that way, so be it. “Just for five minutes.” Rose turned on her stomach, groaning a bit more than necessary as the sun warmed her back. Even if she did lose, perhaps it’d be worth it to not die from lack of vitamin D – not many places they went to had such perfect weather.
“Oh, wait,” she muttered, reaching behind her back, and unclasping her bikini top, letting the straps slide off her back and shoulders until she was bare, the front of her chest hidden in the lounger. “Don’t want tan lines, do I?”
Hearing his reaction rather than seeing it was fun. The Doctor had always been a bit more than fond of her arse and had begged her – on more than one occasion – to wear the slim cut shorts he liked that were too skin-tight for words. And now she was wearing what was close to being a thong bikini in the middle of a fairly busy beach, and he couldn’t touch her. Not even a fleeting cup of his broad hands, let alone the normal kneading grope on her curved backside. It must be getting to him, surely…
“Daleks… Daleks… Daleks…” she heard him faintly whisper to himself, her head turned away from him, her lips curving into a smirk. Rose shifted her hips slyly, simply to get more comfortable. “Rose, stop it.” He hissed.
What she hadn’t quite anticipated was how rough the tone of his voice was getting the more she teased him. Rose felt her stomach clench at his order, at the snap of his tongue against his teeth, warmth flooding her from within to become an ache between her thighs. Oh, crap.
“Or what, Doctor?” she asked, turning her head to look at him instead. His nostrils flared, eyes dangerous and piercing. She did warn him she played dirty in order to win, didn’t she? “What are you gonna do to me? Two more hours on the clock or you lose.”
“I am not losing,” he said, staring blankly at his book.
“Oh, I think you already are, Doctor.” She teased, stretching again on her stomach.
“You just wait, Rose,” from the way he growled her name, she felt her heart skip, pressing her thighs together for how intense he sounded. “I haven’t decided what prize I’m gonna get out of you when I win, so maybe you should be playing nice.”
“Never any fun in playing nice,” she shrugged. “What you gonna do to me, then?”
But he just snorted. “Yeah I’m not falling for that one. Good attempt, must try harder.”
“Spoilsport.” Rose sighed, re-tying her bikini when he refused to play her little game. Time to up the ante if she was gonna win. “I think I’m gonna go for a swim, cool off.”
“Yeah, you do that, love.” He muttered as she got up, taking off her sunglasses so she didn’t lose them in the ocean.
At least the sea was inviting, beckoning her into its embrace.
Soft waves were lapping on the shore, soaking the sand a darker gold colour as she got closer, her footprints getting heavier. Rose did really miss the familiarity of earth sometimes; just now and again, when everything else was so alien and weird; it was better for her brain to have a re-set button. It didn’t always mean home, of course, but it usually meant familiar – shopping, a day at the beach, or just doing touristy stuff like she was the alien in a foreign land. She knew the Doctor indulged her whims, even if he wasn’t always willing to join her. Now was really no different.
As soon as Rose stepped her hot feet into the cool, refreshing waters of that gorgeous aqua-blue ocean, she forgot the bet entirely and just sunk into the embrace of the gentle waves, letting the ends of her hair get damp and curl from the salt water.
It was perfect. She was a little weightless, half-floating with her bright yellow bikini on in the bright blue water, casting her eyes up and down the beach at the other people lazily. She took in the picturesque little seaside town up the ramp and stairs from the beach, trees at the shore looking almost tropical considering this was meant to be Spain and not the Caribbean. Paradise. He’d given her paradise.
Of course, he stuck out like a sore thumb among it all, dressed head to toe in dark colours, heavy fabric, and his boots still on, not breaking a sweat despite this kind of heat. Her lips turned into a smile at the sight of the Doctor, with his sights trained on nothing but her. Still, her heart felt incredibly full of love for him, things they hadn’t quite said out loud yet.
These silly games – and the sex – were fun, but it wasn’t the heart of their relationship. She loved him. Trusted him with her life more than anything, and had fallen far deeper than she realised possible, travelling with him. How could she not fall in love, just for the virtue of him being himself.
Rose waved softly at the man from the water, giggling a bit as he waved back with a warm smile on his lips, her heart consumed suddenly by love and affection.
“Little help?”
Her eyes darted around to spot the source of the question, grabbing for the errant beach ball floating by. A few metres away, there was a group of three 20-something-year-old guys grinning wildly at her, all of them looking so identical to each other that she had trouble believing they weren’t all related. Or clones.
“Sorry, miles away.” Rose chuckled, wading a bit closer to them in the water before she tapped the ball back to them. “Here you go.”
“Ta!” the tallest one beamed his best Prince-Charming smile at her, all marble-cut, chiselled abs, and not a scrap of body hair. Not quite her type. “You fancy a game?”
“I’m good, but thanks anyway.” Rose smiled bright and big regardless, knowing the Doctor was watching her without her even having to check. “I don’t spose you know where I can get some food around here, though, I’m starving.”
“There’s a guy at the top of the stairs,” another identi-kit boy told her, gesturing up towards the shore. “Just ice cream and hot dogs, but pretty decent.”
Ice cream. Now there was an idea.
“Thanks boys!”
Rose dunked herself under the water one last time, the fabric of her bikini sticking to her skin as she waded back up the shore, droplets of water curving over her body and catching the breeze in the air to cool her spiking lust for him.
In the half hour or so that she’d spent swimming in the ocean, she didn’t think she’d seen him turn a page in his book once, and now, he wasn’t even pretending to look at it. Instead, the Doctor’s eyes trailed down the slopes of her frame, following the water droplets before they dried to salt on her skin. He looked hazy, jaw clenched as she towered over him, blocking the sun intentionally.
“Hi.” Rose said, standing between their respective sun loungers, her hands on her hips and her chest thrust out, still dripping with ocean water. “Are you hungry?”
“What?” he blinked, dragging his gaze away from her thighs, up to her face. “What you say?”
“I said, are you hungry? I’m gonna go buy something to eat up there.”
“No,” he muttered, definitely not licking his lips as she bent over and dug some spare euros from her tote bag of many wonders, checking the years stamped on the coins (she’d learned that lesson the hard way). “Who were you talking to?”
“I dunno, just some guys who wanted me to play ball,” Rose shrugged, suffocating down the odd thrill she got at the possessive look on his handsome face. “Why, you jealous?”
“What’s to be jealous of?” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest like usual, book ignored entirely. “Pretty boys flirting with you, bout the same as normal. Practically an everyday occurrence. Besides, Time Lords-”
“Don’t get jealous, Rose.” She finished for him, having heard the same thing the last time someone flirted with her. “I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t miss me too much, will you?”
The butterflies in her stomach fluttered at the smile that crept over him, something warm and genuine hidden beneath the desire he was hanging onto by a thread.
“Missing you too much? I always miss you the exact right amount.” And her heart skipped a few more beats.
Maybe he was the one winning after all.
“Daft sod.” She said, beaming.
-oOo-
One hour, eleven minutes, 46 seconds. 45… 44…
The Doctor had been doing fine. He definitely wasn’t burning up his insides at the raging lust for her cascading through his brain. His every thought wasn’t about Rose – oh no, he’d never give her the satisfaction of thinking he was incapable of doing anything but want her like a burning fire was coiling tighter and tighter inside him. It just happened to be the longest three fucking hours of his entire 900-year life by sheer coincidence. Complete mystery.
He had even considered that they were stuck in a puncture of the timeline localised to their specific coordinates on the beach where the vortex itself had dilated and stretched to feel never-ending. Probably not though, all things considered. Far more likely that she had the most gorgeous smile and perfect curves and made his life a thousand times more interesting just for being in it.
Not to say that she also wasn’t the most devious, cruel, seductive little minx he’d ever come across…
“How’s the ice cream?” he said, swallowing thickly as she sat back down a little while later, his gaze raking down all that glorious untouched flesh. “D’you get a Flake?”
“Nah, they didn’t have any.” She pouted, laying back on her lounger, her eyes heavy and teasing. “Sure you didn’t want a taste, Doctor?”
That little pink tongue of hers was driving him barmy as it swiped over the soft ice cream, melting a bit on her tongue, and leaving him with the faintest smell of dairy and vanilla to go with the intense wave of desire she was pumping out unintentionally.
Oh yes. Rose was enjoying this. All morning, he was sure, smelling ripe and sweet.
Rassilon, just one more fucking hour and then he could do whatever he damn well wanted to her.
It was a bit useless now, to deny that he was hanging on by a hair’s breadth to his sanity. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the way Rose devoured her treat, licking her lips every now and then just to drive him wild. The ice cream was melting slightly down her slim hand, dripping over her fingertips, until he had a fierce desire to suck them into his mouth to clean them. Maybe bite a little if she’d let him.
“Whoops,” Rose giggled as it melted and dripped down onto her chest, tracing the curve of a breast. He might have groaned then, but he lost all coherent thought when her finger swiped through the mess, dragging it up to her lips. She licked it up with a sexy little smirk and he was ready to throw her over his shoulder and carry her home. “Clumsy, aren’t I?”
Fifty-eight minutes. Remember to breathe and blink. Fifty-seven minutes and 56 seconds…
Thankfully, by some grace from the universe, she finished eating her ice cream and he was free of the view of that naughty pink tongue and the wicked things it was capable of as she licked her fingers clean.
The thin thread the Doctor was hanging on by was threatening to snap, but Rose’s was too. He could smell her; that tension in her stomach, the way she was pressing her thighs together to relieve the ache in between them like she usually did when she desperately wanted him to fuck her until she forgot her own name. If he sat at her feet, watched her slide her bikini bottoms aside surreptitiously, he knew that she’d be soaked and on display for him, glistening and swollen and all for him, the taste of her tinged with that fake vanilla scent on her lips when he leant in to devour her.
He really was his own worst enemy most of the time.
“Rose,” the Doctor growled as her face split into a smug, bratty little grin. She had slipped a hand slightly over one clothed breast, drawing two fingers around in a tight little circle until he could see the peak of her nipple harden for the touch. “You might want to be careful, sweetheart. I think you’re forgetting setting 146 on the sonic screwdriver. And it’s still in my pocket.”
Her eyes flared dangerously at him, swirling gold and black. “You wouldn’t,” she squirmed nonetheless, darting to look at his jacket. “That’s not fair. That’s breaking the rules of engagement.”
“Since when do I care about rules?” he could hear her heart pound harder, the wave of arousal and excitement that crackled between them all the time grow deafening. Rose loved setting 146 – he’d created it just for her, after all. “All I heard is that I couldn’t touch you, but I don’t need to touch you to make you scream and beg for me.”
Her cheeks flushed deeply, Rose dragging her bottom lip between her teeth. “We’re in public.” She whispered, eyeing the people around them, including that disgusting bastard next to them who had been sneaking glances at her gorgeous body all day. “Doctor-”
“But I could, couldn’t I, Rose?” He leant forward enough, dropping his voice to a bare whisper. “I could make you come for me. Right here and now. In front of everyone, without ever touching you. Or I could string you along, wind you up and refuse to let you break. I think I prefer the latter option, but I’m not against the other.”
Those eyes of hers, the ones she’d used to maximum efficiency to get herself to this beach in the first place, were swirling with desire and trepidation in equal measure. Of course, Rose had played dirty, but the Doctor played dirtier – not just to win, but to dominate.
“Please…” she whimpered, pressing her thighs together as casually as it looked like she could manage. He didn’t know whether she was saying yes or no.
Perhaps this time, he’d choose mercy. She didn’t have to know that, though.
“You wanted to play the game, love.” The Doctor smirked at her, gloating in his tiny victory. It was worth being his own enemy if she went down with him. “Forty-three minutes to go.”
-oOo-
So, this bet had turned out to have been a bad idea, possibly the worst Rose had ever had. A very, very, very bad idea that was currently backfiring spectacularly upon her.
Setting 146. Fuck.
She could remember the last time her brain had short-circuited when the Doctor did that with his sonic screwdriver, and all the other times they’d played with various settings in bed together. God, there was that one afternoon where she’d been pouting and annoying, bored out of her mind while he worked on his precious ship, ignoring her attempts to coerce him into doing something fun and naughty. Rose knew she was winding him up, and boy how he’d snapped.
The Doctor had looked over at her, eyes dark and proceeded to make her come from across the room with barely a glance, just from setting one hundred and forty fucking six while he worked. Over and over it happened, Rose coming again and again, until she was a squirming mess with grating marks on her knees and ruined knickers, shaking and sweating, begging and pleading.
Rose didn’t think it had been possible to get anything else out of her quivering, slightly broken body, but after the sixth time she had tipped over the edge, the Doctor had scooped her into his arms and carried her to bed, fucking her straight into a seventh with his name screaming from her lips. She’d been floating somewhere in the void after that, twitching and shaking like a leaf from it all until he had kissed down her spine, setting her into a blissfully hot bath before she could even recover back to a normal heartbeat. He told her she was beautiful, precious, worth a million of him.
Setting 146 wasn’t just playing dirty or breaking the rules. It was devious, ingenious, borderline cruel and wicked of him to even threaten her with it.
And Rose wanted it – she was soaked, flushed, desperate to feel him splitting her apart, his mouth, his hands, his words spilling filth into her ear. She hadn’t anticipated this. If she touched him, dragged him to bed, she’d be forfeiting. Losing in the most spectacular way at her own damn game.
Well, fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
One play. She had precisely one thing left in play; a very risky manoeuvre that could possibly yield instant high reward if she got it just right. Rose was gonna pay for it, though, she was absolutely certain of that. Her knees weakened just thinking about how.
Sparing a slight glance at the Doctor, she reached back into her bag for her handy-dandy SPF 50+; the sunscreen on her skin had long washed off in the ocean most likely, so it was time to reapply anyway. A perfect excuse to execute her devious, genius plan to prove she was a master of getting him to snap.
She sat up wordlessly, tossing her damp, sun-kissed blonde hair back off her shoulders as she rubbed more lotion into her arms and chest.
The Doctor just snorted with derision, though she saw the arms that were crossed over his chest tighten. “That didn’t work the first time and it’s not gonna work now, love.”
Oh. So, he was underestimating her, was he? “Faint heart never won fair wager, Doctor…”
Winking at him, Rose clambered off the sun lounger, painting on her best customer-service-face as she took a few steps over to the stranger on the next set of loungers, the same man who’d been eyeing her like she was a centrefold spread in a magazine all morning.
“Excuse me,” she asked, standing over him with the tube of lotion in her hand. “I don’t spose I can ask a favour?”
The bloke looked up at her with mild surprise on his face, a slow smile peaking at the corners of his lips. She was sure he was here on his own; the lounger next to him was empty and he wasn’t wearing a ring, otherwise she’d never have even thought about approaching him to be a pawn in her game.
“Hi.. uh.. sure, I guess?” he sat up a bit, tensing his stomach as he did.
“I need help putting sunscreen on my back,” Rose bit her lip, knowing the Doctor was glaring at her without her having to turn and see. “This one’s being a grumpy bastard today, and I don’t want to burn. I mean, I had to literally drag him down here and he still won’t even take his stupid boots off.”
“Oh. Right, yeah, I can…” the man stood quickly, practically grabbing the tube from her hand. “Can you turn around for me?”
“Absolutely,” she giggled girlishly, turning on her heels with her hands on her hips. “Sorry about this, I hope I wasn’t interrupting you.”
“No trouble,” he said behind her, chuckling. “Don’t want you getting all pink, do we?”
And then Rose looked up.
The Doctor’s face was a picture. A perfect rendition of a man on thin ice, about to crack and shatter and drown. His eyes were frantic, fiery, and dangerous, lips set in a thin line. He’d wanted to play dirty, had encouraged it, even, and now there she was – using his own possessiveness against him.
“Might be a bit cold…”
Rose felt a swipe of a tentative hand across the tops of her shoulders, biting her lip. The Doctor’s eyes popped out of the sockets, jaw clenching down so hard his teeth might break, incensed at her little games. All she could do was smirk at him, victorious.
Rose heard the man shuffle a step closer to her, could feel the breath on the back of her neck. “Your Dad definitely doesn’t look happy, does he?”
Before she could even gather breath to set him straight, there was a blur of black leather and burgundy, of intense blue eyes and a hand wrapped around hers, wrenching her away, pulling her almost painfully back from the stranger touching her bare skin.
“Doctor!” she tried to loosen his grip as it tightened ever more around her hand.
“Don’t, Rose,” he snapped, dragging her towards the TARDIS, heat coiling between her thighs at how utterly destroyed he sounded, her feet stumbling and skipping across the sand to keep up with his huge strides. “Enough.”
Her heart was thudding somewhere in the vicinity of her throat, not even elated that she’d won the bet with forty odd minutes to spare as he dragged her the short walk up to the edge of the beach, towards home. He wrenched the doors open so hard she thought they might break.
The air was forced out of Rose’s lungs, her back hitting hard against the doors, digging into her flesh as he shoved her up against them, safely home, away from any man who might dare to look at what was his.
Like a shot, the Doctor was on her, groping manically at her body and silencing any lingering worry with a brutal press of his mouth to hers, his kiss punishing and hard. He slid his tongue across hers to taste her shock, lifting Rose’s legs so they would wrap around his waist. The Doctor pinned her to the door with the entire weight of his clothed body up against her sensitive, sun-kissed skin, grinding and groping, uncaring for anything else but touching as much as he could with all of him against her in a hard, tight line. Rose gasped as he nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, shoving a leg firm and direct between hers, making her whimper when he grabbed her hips to force her to grind down on him.
Dizzy, breathless, head spinning, he ravaged her, devoured and pulled her body apart to his liking, chills going down her spine at the heady sensation of finally being touched after so long apart.
Why had she ever thought she could last three hours without this, without the feel of his cock hard against her thigh, tongue delving to consume her, his hand cupping and pawing at her breasts like he was starved.
“That was cruel, Rose,” he wrenched himself from her mouth, instead biting down and sucking on the junction between her neck and her shoulder, shoving her bikini top down under her breasts without ceremony, frustrated with any barrier between them. “You’ve been a brat all day, batting your eyelashes at me, winding me up, shoving your gorgeous body in my face knowing I couldn’t have you. Flirting with men, letting them touch you just to make me snap. You’re mine, Rose.”
She grinned and giggled, breath catching on a moan as she ground herself filthily on his thigh, relishing the teasing pressure there. “I warned you, though,” she sunk her fingers into his short hair, shoving him to her neck to mark her more. “I like winning.”
“You do, do you?” he leant back, pressing his forehead to hers as he rocked his thigh between her legs, seething, tense like a viper about to strike. “The things I wanted to do to you all morning, Rose, you’ve ruined me.” He shoved her hair away from her face, cupping a cheek with a rough, firm hand. Pleasure coiled tighter inside her, quivering and taut. “I nearly ate your sweet cunt out in front of everyone when you were playing your little games. Let them hear you scream my name, know who you belong to.”
Her head swam, mouth falling open in a sob as he wrenched his thigh out from between her legs just as pleasure started to crest over her body, leaving her wet and wanting. So was that to be her punishment, she wondered, deny her as she’d denied him, winding her up as she’d done the same? Poetic justice, if there was such a thing, for her teasing.
“I might’ve let you.” Rose panted, his hands dropping to flex dangerously on her hips, gripping tight so she couldn’t get her own pleasure.
Fuck, his eyes were so blown out, pupils so deep black they made him look wild. The Doctor was holding off, even now, on what he could do to her, she knew. The promise there – the threat – sent a cheap, wonderful thrill shooting down her spine. He had to know.
Rose licked her swollen lips, eyes flickering down to his, to give him permission. “I won’t break, Doctor. I want this, I deserve this. It’s okay.”
Whatever was holding him back only lingered for a heartbeat before she was hoisted over his shoulder, screeching as he secured her body onto him with a steel-strong arm around her waist, anchored properly.
“Doctor!” she squealed.
“Three hours, Rose. Three sodding hours of not being able to touch you,” he gripped tight as he carried her off into the hallways, her mind bouncing around ideas of what he was gonna do to her. “Three hours of you acting like a spoiled brat means that I get that time back to punish you, and I’m gonna make you feel every single minute of it.”
She couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping her lips, flashing images of her immediate future in her head in rapid succession. “Promises, promises, Doctor…”
His hand cracked down hard on her bare arse, making her buck and shriek in shock, wetness soaking her when he spanked her again, just light little taps compared to what she knew he was capable of.
“You are gonna beg me to let you come, Rose, if you can even form words when I’m done with you.” He damn near kicked open the door, her body bouncing as she was deposited on his dark blue bed, the air knocked out from her lungs. “I can be a very, very patient man.”
“Obviously not,” she risked an obstinate smirk up at him from her position on his bed, licking her lips as he started stripping his clothes in front of her, getting his jacket and jumper off when he stopped. “You couldn’t go that long. Terrible stamina if you ask me, old man.”
His lips twitched into a dangerous grin that sent shivers down her spine. “Oh, you’re paying for that.”
Grabbing her ankles, he dragged her body to the edge of the bed as if she were nothing but a toy, flipping her onto her front side so her legs were dangling from the mattress, toes barely scraping the floor. Her torso was pressed entirely into the duvet, hips hanging off, hands scrabbling at the sheets for something to keep her steady.
Wordlessly, the Doctor manhandled her into place, his grip on her hard and biting until he was satisfied, Rose not daring to move from where he wanted. He sat down next to her, his face turned away so she couldn’t see, and it was torture.
“Count.”
He spanked her harder than before, two firm whacks against each cheek of her arse in quick succession, her flesh audibly rippling under his hand as he smacked her. Rose cried out at the sudden sting, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes as her skin heated, vibrations rattling her body. Her voice had been lost somewhere between the sound of him spanking her, the shock of it.
He grumbled, groping her sore flesh. “I said count, Rose. Maybe I should get the paddle out…”
She wiggled at the threat, swallowing down her sarcasm instead. “I’ll count, I’ll count.” She sounded ragged already, wanting desperately to see his face, to feel him against her. “Please, Doctor, I’ll count.”
“Thighs apart, Rose.” He said, still groping her with his firm hand. “I know your naughty little tricks.”
Oh, God.
Her face flushed, Rose pressed into the duvet as she widened her stance until it burned, feeling her arousal dripping down the curve of a thigh, unmistakably soaked to the core, untouched.
“Better. Now, remember… to… count...”
A hand cracked back down over her arse, somehow harsher, sharp and shuddering, his entire broad palm seeming to engulf her curves.
“One!” she cried out, bucking with the force of it, pleasure tingling between her thighs as the wave of it hit her hard and fast.
The true cruelty was in not seeing his face, to not feel his cock twitch against her stomach when he would normally lay her over his lap and punish her for her bratty behaviour, for being spoiled and complaining when he had given her the stars. She was just so greedy, always had been, wanting more of him – in her bed, in her heart – and he would simply give and give.
The Doctor let her calm her breath just enough to build the tension before he spanked her again, groping at her curves as they jiggled. “Two!” she sobbed out, gripping the sheets in her fists.
“Look at you,” his voice was rough and breaking as he traced his handprints with the tip of his blunt finger, teasing. “All mine, aren’t you Rose? Is this for me?”
“Yes, Doctor,” she trembled as he traced the line of her bikini to the wetness between her legs, seeping out the sides as he refused her more than a feather-light touch. “Fuck…”
“Shh…” she felt him rub indelicately at her pink, sore backside, at her thighs and hips, letting her wind herself up more and more as he refused to touch her where she needed it. “Do you think you could come from being spanked? I know you like it, sweetheart. You’re ruining the bedsheets already and it’s only been five minutes. Got hours to go yet.”
Rose could do nothing but whimper as he spanked her again, her body jerking off the bed as he caught the edge of her pussy. “Fuck! Three, three!” She panted, her toes slipping on the carpet as she tried to hold herself up. “Thank you, Doctor.”
She was rewarded for her gratitude with another soft, fleeting touch between her thighs. Rose knew she was so swollen, so keyed-up and on edge from her own teasing of him that she was at risk of coming just from this, from being punished, from being treated like she was the most precious, unbreakable thing in his orbit.
“That’s perfect…” a hand slid underneath the waistband of her banana print bikini and slowly rolled them down, over her hips, letting them bunch at her thighs tightly. “What a surprise. You’re all swollen and glistening, love. Pink as bubblegum, and just as sweet.”
Her cunt clenched around nothing, empty, wanting to be filled, that ache completely consuming her brain. She wanted him inside her, thick and full and stretching, pounding her mind empty and filling her with nothing but the need to have him fuck her over and over. She didn’t even care if she came, she just needed to not feel so hollow.
Screaming out as he spanked her suddenly, Rose bit back a sob. “Four!”
“Shh,” the Doctor pressed a kiss to her hot pink arse, wrenching her weak thighs apart even further. “I know, love, I know, you need me. But you were a spoiled brat today, with your tongue licking up that ice cream from your tits, and this banana print bikini...” he chuckled darkly. “I damn near tore it off you the first moment you showed me.” He plucked at the band still stretched between her trembling thighs. “The things you do to me. I’d raze entire worlds to the ground for you if promised me a taste of this ambrosia glistening between your thighs.”
There was a swell of power inside her at his words, of pride and fear both. Because it was the same for her – she didn’t think there was a thing she wouldn’t do to have him, in her body or just at her side as they travelled the cosmos together. Rose trusted him more deeply than anyone, ever; trusted that he would do everything he could to keep her safe, loved, desired. The ways he would touch her body then, gentle, and sweet and slow, and pounding, passionate, rough and hard when she wanted it, brought her to heights unknown.
“One more,” he promised, dropping another kiss to her heated, painfully sore arse, peeling the bikini bottoms down her legs and off and wrenching her thighs even further apart as she whimpered. “One more and then you can suck me.”
Rose waited, tense, gripping the sheets in her clenched fists so hard that she thought her nails had ripped right through. But he made her wait, let her cunt spread wetness down her heated curves, let her twitch and clench empty, waiting, waiting, wait-
His hand cracked down suddenly, spanking her hard enough to collapse her knees. “AHH FIVE!” She screeched, sweating, unable to keep upright even as he rubbed the lingering pain away.
“Oh, Rose, fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grunted, hauling her back up the bed a bit, sounding as wrecked as she felt. “I know, it hurts. You did so well.”
“Please…” she begged, unsure of what she wanted, except more, arching into the touch as he pet her thighs.
But the Doctor only laughed, tutting. “Still so greedy, you never learn. Hands behind your back, love, wrists together like normal.”
Her heart stuttered. She knew this part well; they’d done it a few times, her hands bound with silk rope behind her back so not only could she not touch him, but she also couldn’t grab at anything to keep her sane, only able to feel what he gave her.
She took a steadying breath, gathering her wrists behind her back, her cheek pressed into the duvet as he pulled open the nightstand. But he didn’t take out the rope – instead he produced leather padded handcuffs, a short chain between them giving slack, in the most baby-girl shade of pink she’d ever seen. Bubblegum, indeed.
“When did you get those?!” she asked, frowning as she didn’t recognise them.
“You’re not the only one who went shopping, Rose,” the Doctor said, closing the drawer behind him. “I know you like the rope, but I want to see you in these.”
Rose felt them slip onto her wrists; it was a different sensation entirely from the rope she was used to. There was more slack than normal, more comfortable; her shoulders had enough room so she wouldn’t burn out the muscle or hurt herself. And that’s when she realised why he wanted her in softer, more comfortable pink leather handcuffs – he was going to leave them on her the entire time, hands bound behind her back just to keep her tortured. The ropes were good, but she always tapped out early, unable to bear the pain from her shoulders for too long, getting burn marks around her wrists from the friction.
These handcuffs were made for long use.
“Beautiful.” He smacked her arse lightly again as she tugged at her wrists futilely. “Now, now. Don’t get impatient. Give me a colour.”
“Green,” she said immediately, slowly grinning into the duvet where he couldn’t see. “I’m good.”
“That’s my girl.” She heard a zip being lowered, the ting of a metal belt. “On your knees and keep those thighs apart.”
Without ceremony, she scrambled down, sitting on her haunches as he finished undressing, boots clunking when he threw them away. He was stunning naked – lean, lithe but strong, his shoulders broad and seeming so tall, standing over her with his cock hard and leaking at her face, just for her. Rose couldn’t help but lick her lips, dragging her bottom one between her teeth.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, a bit awed as he blushed unexpectedly, curling his hand around himself for the sight of Rose on her knees, mostly naked and punished, so wet and turned on that she was rocking her hips to relieve the pressure. “Please can I taste you?”
“Better,” he grinned, slipping his fingers into her hair as she kissed his thigh. “Come suck my cock like a good girl and I’ll let you swallow, love.”
Rose whimpered, opening wide as he slid his cock into her eager, willing mouth. The Doctor groaned immediately, gripping her hair tight in a fist. She loved it when he lost control, when he wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, too far gone with lust to otherwise treat her like a fragile thing.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, oh, you’re so good,” the Doctor thrust shallowly into her mouth, almost choking her with his hard length as her lips stretched around him. “This is all I could think of when you were eating that fucking ice cream cone, sucking your fingers clean. That tongue belongs to me, Rose, it belongs on my body, on my cock… fuck.”
Her head bobbed as she sucked him hard and fast, breaking for breath and kissing down his shaft to stare at his flushed cheeks and those dark, dark eyes that were trained on her face. “I imagined this too.” She rocked her hips a bit harder. “Want you in my mouth.”
The Doctor wrenched her hair tight, a stinging pain shooting as he shoved his cock back in. “Then take it. Make me come down your throat.”
The cuffs around her wrists jingled as she tugged at them, desperate to wrap her hand around his shaft as she sucked him. She tasted the salt on her tongue, felt the pain at her scalp from where he was losing control fucking her face shallowly. Rose breathed through her nose, taking as much of him into her throat as she could and sucked hard, twisting her tongue firmly against him.
“FUCK!” He wailed, pulling her off as his hips surged back, dripping precum down his cock at her success. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Rose.”
Her lips spread into a filthy smirk, smug. “Wish you would.” She rocked again.
“Don’t you dare press those thighs together,” he jerked himself off lazily, bending down and pinching her nipple hard in admonishment. “Or I’ll get the spreader bar out and we’ll go all fucking day, do you understand me?”
Her eyes flared at the threat, nodding before he guided her to suck him again.
They’d used that on her just once, the solid steel bar keeping her ankles wrenched so far apart that her pussy had dripped onto the bedroom floor as he teased her with his cock. She didn’t think she could stand being wrenched that far open without him inside her.
“You remember, then,” she sucked him harder, faster, drool dripping down her chin. He was gasping and tensing, his hand jerking what she couldn’t take. “Made a mess everywhere, didn’t you? So perfect for me… fuck, I’m gonna come thinking about your sweet pussy, love, and you’re gonna take it all down.”
Rose moaned around him, sucking hard as he shouted, yelling her name. She tasted him, warm and musky as he flooded her tongue, shooting deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop down greedily, milking him dry as he gripped hard at her hair, forcing her to take every last damn drop.
He wrenched her off, his hand shaking as he dropped to his knees and kissed the taste from her mouth, untying the bikini top that was still bunched under her breasts. She was shaking with need, about to start begging, chasing the feel of his lips on hers like they were sugar-sweet, sating a craving.
“So good for me,” he threw the bikini top somewhere, she cared not. “Want a little reward, my love?”
She could only nod, starting to hurt from not being touched, from not being used. “Please, Doctor. I’ll be good.”
The Doctor pressed one firmer kiss to her lips before he scooped her up in strong arms, cradling her to his body for a second before arranging her on the rug beneath them, on her back, her wrists still bound behind her. Rose sighed at the comfort, sinking into the softness of the rug on her fevered skin.
“Colour?” he asked, kissing her knee.
“Green,” she sighed after a second of thought. She’d be better if he touched her. “Please. It burns.”
“But you look so beautiful.” The Doctor leant forward, kissing between her breasts before sucking at the peak of them both until she wailed. “Look at yourself,” he jerked his head to the side at the full-length mirror leaning against the wall, her head barely in view as she obeyed him. “You’re all pink and sweaty and gorgeous.”
Rose howled as his tongue swiped firmly at her entrance, avoiding her clit so he could taste directly from the source. “Ahhh!”
“Just like here.” He kissed her folds. “Delicious.”
Her hips bucked, chasing the sensation as he touched and licked and sucked everywhere except where he knew would make her come. His touch was light, fleeting and not enough to get her off, only to twist her around his thumb.
“Doctor, please, oh fuck,” she whined as he pressed a kiss to her clit. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
His hands pulled her thighs wide, shoving one thick finger inside her, fucking her far too slow with it. “I don’t think we’re there yet.” He muttered against her thigh, watching her face as he twisted her around and around, pleasure sparking and burning only to stop when he felt her tighten. “Not quite incoherent enough for me."
And he started again. His single finger joined by another, stretching her slow and deep, tongue lapping at her sweetness. Rose wailed, secured to the floor by his arm across her, pinned down as she could only take what he was willing to give. She cried out, pressure tight across her abdomen when he wrenched himself away again, leaving her to sob in frustration.
“Not bad,” she blinked up at him, eyes raking down to where he was hard again already, just to torture herself further, panting and cunt clenching in want of him inside her. “Could do better.”
Her head hit back against the rug, struggling against her cuffs as he started again in the same pattern: feather-light touches of his tongue just barely grazing her throbbing clit, two thick fingers going too slow and gentle, avoiding that spot inside her that the Doctor knew drove her over the edge. It was too much and not enough, and she sobbed for more, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as he made her coil again, burning and hot and the feel of him controlling when she could come.
Because she needed to be controlled like this; to pay for being such a spoiled little girl, for letting another man touch her just to win. She wanted to burn from only his touch, give him her body and let him have her just as she got to have him. She needed this as much as the Doctor did, that reassurance that they belonged to each other, entwined hopelessly and helplessly together.
Repeat the pattern, teasing and light just enough to build back a flame. Rose was just starting to tip over when he pulled away once more.
And she broke, sobbed, shattered in pleading as her body screamed at her to come, its need unfulfilled. “Please, please!” She was trembling, shaking with the effort of being good, wanting him all the more.
Rose was soothed only by the soft kisses on her trembling thighs, by the sight of him sucking his fingers clean of her wetness. So close to tapping out, but she knew she could do it if she focussed on him: on the Doctor, on how he was driving himself crazy too. His cock was leaking again, red and hard and damn near angry that it wasn’t pounding her pussy rough and fast, taking what he wanted.
“Fuck…” his eyes flared as they flicked up and down the length of her body, shaking his head. “I’m a weak man. I can’t wait anymore.” The Doctor leant up, cupping her face, frantic and manic, hanging by a thread again. “Tell me.” He commanded, smacking her tits lightly, making Rose whimper. “Tell me you’re mine and that you’re sorry and you want me.”
Her voice was a broken, pleading noise, rushed and harried. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he nuzzled her neck, lathing softly at the mark he’d bitten there at the door earlier. “I’m yours, only yours. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me, it hurts so much.”
Kissing at the tear tracks on her cheeks, he shuddered, shaft pressed to her thigh so hot that it burned her too. “From behind?”
Nodding frantically, words lost, Rose gasped as she was flipped back onto her stomach, grateful for the soft rug under her as he pulled her hips up, setting her on her weak knees.
“Doctor…” she managed before he slid his cock into her sopping, stretched entrance, impaling her agonisingly slowly.
Finally, finally, finally.
His hand soothed down her back, fucking her shallow and relaxed. “You’re mine,” he breathed, letting her take all of him inside her tight cunt. “And I’m yours.”
Stilling as he bottomed out, he let her adjust. He was just so thick and big in her petite little body; Rose was slick and yet he felt like nothing she’d ever experienced. It burned so differently than before, her walls fluttering as he slid back out and slipped slowly back into her, making her keen and moan.
“Please… no…” her wrist cuffs jingled behind her, the position putting pressure on her cunt. “I can’t. Faster, harder, please.”
But he refused, all of his cock encased in her tight, wet heat, stretching her, unmoving.
“Do you trust me, Rose?” the Doctor asked, his head at her ear. She could only nod again, afraid to make a sound lest he pull out and leave her gaping. “Good.”
Arms wrapped around her torso from behind, pulling her up with a wrenching sob until she was angled perfectly, all of her weight on her knees and her filled pussy. She felt herself clamp down hard, heard his strangled moan at the sensation of him opening her up even more, cock slipping ever deeper inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Rose,” he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, her mind floating, lost to feeling. She dared not move in case he punished her for disobeying him. “Hold on tight, it’s okay.”
And then he was fucking her like she needed; pounding, splitting her apart on his gorgeous cock over and over, letting her wail out as he caved in to her needs.
The Doctor pulled out only to slam back into her sopping cunt, the sound of their coupling frantic and wet. He pounded her ruthlessly from behind, hips snapping again and again and again, relentless. Rose’s head went totally blank, lost to a void of intense pleasure ripping through her, gasping wordlessly as he groped her bouncing tits.
“Look.” He hissed, kissing and sucking at her neck as he fucked her deep and hard. “Watch how beautiful you are when you come for me.”
Her head lolled back on his chest, just barely able to register the lewd sight of them fucking in that full-length mirror. Her body was a sea of red marks, of stretched thighs and his cock splitting her in half, his shaft soaked in her.
But his face.
Finally, she could see his face, how destroyed he looked as he took her, looking more human than she’d ever seen. He was gorgeous, eyes catching hers in the mirror as she shattered all at once, coming with a shuddering sob. Rose clenched down on his cock as he kept battering her abused pussy over and over, held up only by his arms firm around her torso.
“I love you,” he growled into her neck, fucking her all the way through one climax and into another, chasing until she screamed and sobbed and wailed, pleasure burning a hole in her brain. The Doctor fucked her and smacked her jiggling arse and tits, slowing only when she whimpered, still thick and hard inside her, his cock covered in her come.
He scrambled for the cuffs with one palm, the other holding her tight to his chest. Her cunt was still clenching around his hard length, the feeling insane. The Doctor tore the pink leather off her wrists until she was free, her shoulders aching and burning at being mobile. Immediately, Rose reached up, tugging his head to hers and kissing him while she rode out the last sparks of her pleasure, looking in the mirror as her juice dripped down his shaft and onto the rug.
“Thank you,” her voice cracked as he lazily fucked her again, her fire burning low and intense as her hands gripped the arms around her torso. “I love you so much. Don’t stop.”
But the Doctor shook his head, slipping out of her body. “Need to see you.”
Suddenly she was on her back, her legs around his waist, the Doctor sinking into her body once more. She gasped, the weight of him pressed down on her entirely, shoving him deep into her waiting body. Rose shuddered at the sensation, at how complete it made her feel to have him inside her, like he was made for her, or she were made for him. What fate had twisted in its plans to have these two souls so in love, completed by each other, did not bear thinking about.
“Take me,” she asked, finally able to touch him, settling on everywhere as her best option. “Fill me up, please, my Doctor.”
Without hesitation, he fucked her on the floor, unrelenting as he slammed his hips hard and fast into hers over and over until she was sweating and crying out his name into the room. He rubbed hard at her clit, his hips wild, losing rhythm.
“Come, come on me again,” he panted, determined to get her to scream. “Show me.”
Rose dug her nails into his shoulders as she came quick as lightning, screaming gutturally, clamping down hard around the unrelenting thick length splitting her in half. She sobbed in relief, as he cried out, hips stuttering and flooded her cunt with his come, his mouth a running river of filth and love. Rose felt his seed leaking out of her as he pounded and pounded and came and came inside her, claiming and rutting until he was spent, collapsing on top of her.
Her heart thudded hard and fast in her chest, body still twitching, exhausted and wrung out, her brain floating at the feeling of him seeping out of her pussy and ruining the rug, eyes glazed over.
She didn’t know how long she’d spent panting and coming back down to earth, but she whimpered as he slipped out of her eventually, missing the feeling of his skin against hers. But Rose didn’t have to wait long; the Doctor kissed her face, wiped her tears away as gently as a breeze would dry them, aftershocks still twitching through her devoted body.
“Did you mean it?” she asked breathlessly, looking up at him, unable to move.
“Mean what?” he frowned, cupping her cheek.
“That you love me, did you mean it?”
“Of course I love you,” he said, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her lips. “I love you too much, I think.”
Rose smiled lazily. “Impossible.”
The Doctor smiled too, warm and loving, tracing her cheekbone with his thumb. “What do you need, love?” he asked her, always so attentive. “Bath? Sleep?”
The ideas of both sounded wonderful. Her shoulders still ached, knowing she’d be sore all the more in a few hours, from her spanked, red arse and her pounded cunt still dripping with his seed. But there was something else she wanted – needed – after all the frustration.
“Hold me,” Rose asked, sighing in happiness as he curled her up into his lap without hesitation, letting her head settle on his chest to hear his hearts beating a wild rhythm still. Rose snuggled into him, boneless and slick with sweat and come. “I love you too.”
His hand rubbed softly at the soreness between her shoulders for a moment until she relaxed completely, sighing at the warmth and love spreading and blooming over her. This was everything, all she ever needed, to be loved.
“You’re so beautiful. So brave and strong, all the time,” the Doctor said into her crown, clutching her pliant body to his sticky, naked flesh. “You have no idea what I’d be without you, Rose.”
She leant back to see the wetness at his eyes, threatening to spill, shaking her head. “You’d be you,” she beamed at him, fighting against the darkness in his eyes that threatened. “There’s nothing more I’d want than that, just… you.”
The smile that bloomed across his handsome face chased any worry she had away, and he kissed her tender lips in silent thanks. “Bath, I think,” he said, lifting her while he stood as if she were made of the lightest cloud in the sky. “Before lazy humans fall asleep. You made quite the mess, love.”
Rose flushed a deep pink, curling into his arms as he carried her into the bathroom. “Oh, I made the mess did I?” she challenged. “You had nothing to do with it whatsoever?”
Somehow, the TARDIS had a steaming bath for her, ready and waiting, a smell of coconut and jasmine curling from the water shimmering, steam rising. Rose could’ve laughed if she had any energy, thanking the ship with a warm press in her mind instead. She’d never tire of the magic.
“Oh, I had everything to do with the mess,” she didn’t mistake the possessive streak in his voice. “But I still owe you two hours of frustration, I do believe. So, until then, it’s your mess, you minx.”
She could only giggle as he helped her into the bath, sighing happily as the water soothed the lingering tinges of soreness all over her. Rose relaxed into it, closing her eyes to inhale the smell of coconut, reminding her of her abandoned sunscreen, and of all their abandoned things, giggling at the thought.
“I think you’ll find you forgot something, though,” she muttered as he grabbed for a washcloth, tenderly swiping under the water at the stickiness of her come-slicked thighs.
“And what’s that?” he asked, not looking at her face, too enraptured with her body.
Rose stuck her tongue between her teeth, eyes heavy and hazy. “I still won the bet.”
The Doctor stilled, a hand on her knee. “Rose…” he warned.
“You have to have dinner…”
He groaned. “Rose-”
“… with my mother. I mean proper dinner; conversation and cutlery and no putting it off for a year or calling in an invasion to get out of it.” She laughed at his face. “None of your alien nonsense, Doctor. I won, I get my prize.”
His head dropped and he sighed dramatically. “Fine. When are we having dinner with your mum?”
But Rose smirked deviously.
“I never said I would be there too.” She snorted, giggling at the look of abject horror on his face that bloomed with the realisation of her underhandedness and the balls it took to pull it off. “I don’t wanna be there when she starts lecturing you about settling down.”
The water sloshed as he climbed into her bath, tickling her relentlessly as she laughed and giggled, punctuated by punishing kisses and her squeals of joy.
“Just you wait, Rose Tyler,” the Doctor said, shaking his head. “I’ll get my own back on you, you devious little thing.”
Another grin graced her lips as he teased lazily at her body, apparently intending on enacting his threat immediately.
“Wanna bet?”