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Rose groaned painfully for what felt like the millionth time as she cradled her swollen stomach whilst curled up on the bed, clenching as discomfort settled in her again. She was a couple of weeks into her second trimester — just shy of twenty weeks — and pregnancy pain had decided to rear its ugly head at this time. Her obstetrician assured her and the Doctor it was nothing of concern and prescribed some treatments, but nothing had helped her yet. With most pain medications off the table as well, Rose was finding herself in a world of hell.
“How is it, sweetheart?” the Doctor hummed sympathetically as he rounded into the bedroom, two cups of decaffeinated tea in hand. She managed a weak smile and cringed as another cramp echoed through her, trying her best to ease her husband’s worries. His face had been permanently contorted into a furrowed brow and frown since all of this began.
“Fine,” she lied tensely as he set down her mug on her bedside. He gave her a dubious look before pressing a kiss to her temple and moving over to his side of the bed. As he did, she moaned desperately, drawing her lips together in a thin line as her eyes squeezed shut. He raised a brow when she glanced at him, and she sighed in defeat. “Okay — it’s still a bit rough, but it’s really no different to the worst of my period cramps, Doctor,” she insisted, rubbing her stomach in hopes of soothing herself. He made some fussing noises and swatted her hands away, taking over the massaging duties after quickly throwing on his specs. His thumbs and fingers pressed gently into her taut flesh, inspecting and investigating carefully for the source.
“Rose, you’re my pregnant wife who’s carrying our child — don’t disregard your comfort,” he protested, focusing intently on the swell of her belly. “Where’s most of the pain coming from?” he murmured, flickering his eyes to her face for a moment. She nibbled on her lower lip, temporarily distracted by one of her favourite looks — those bloody rectangular frames sitting on her husband’s face, which had her stomach tumbling since she first saw them all those years ago. Another spike of pain ricocheted through her and she scrunched up her face.
“Mph… sort of in the middle,” she answered, breathing out some air. “It’s sort of like… when you’ve eaten and your body just feels really tight, y’know? And every time you eat or move it’s just uncomfortable.”
His brow pinched again as he continued to roam his hands across her stomach, thinking rather deeply as he considered this information. He repeatedly prodded her body, considering her reactions to each one.
“When you say it’s ‘sort of in the middle’, would you say it’s higher or lower than your belly button?” he inquired. As he asked this, he pressed into the sides of her pregnant stomach, and she yelped a little. His eyes widened and he ceased contact, holding up his hands in panicked surrender. “I’m so sorry. Did that hurt?”
“It’s alright,” she assured him, squeezing his shoulder, and he calmed down. “And it’s kind of right around my belly button, actually.” He drew his lips together in consideration as he, cautiously, began to inspect her once more.
“Hmm… And how far inside is it, do you reckon?”
“Again, sort of in the middle,” she repeated, a little impatiently.
He pulled his mouth to one side in contemplation. “I think it’s your uterus,” he decided, running a hand over her swell in admiration and returning his attention to Rose.
“Well, that’s sort of obvious, isn’t it?” she quipped, raising a brow at him. He rolled his eyes and grinned a little.
“Okay, let me be a bit more specific. Doctor Tabel said she believed you had pelvic girdle pain, but you are lacking some pretty significant symptoms like lower back pain, clicking joints, difficulty standing and sitting… It’s all just localised pain in your uterus — not even in your pelvis,” he clarified, soothingly stroking her body. “So, I think it’s a much simpler explanation — your uterus is full of tension and it’s all coming out through the forms of cramps and the like. Your stomach has been a bit upset and your nausea has worsened as well, which further proves my theory.”
“How can we fix it?”
“Well, if the pain is coming directly from your uterus…” he said, quirking a brow in contemplation.
“‘Well’ what?” she demanded, her patience running thin.
“You know I’ve always said Time Lords have superior biology?”
She rolled her eyes and smirked a little. “Yeah?”
He looked to the side in an act of humbleness, scratching the back of his neck. “I… may be able to assist. Internally.”
“Whatcha mean?” she questioned, feeling a touch impatient as her unborn baby continued to wreak havoc on her insides.
“Well, erm, Gallifreyans have expert manual control over their bodies, right down to even our pinky toe. So, uh, hypothetically … because the uterus is so closely connected to your vagina, I could… use my penis to… deliver an internal acupuncture of sorts, technically. At the right angles and with the perfect amount of pressure, I can deliver sort of… kinesthetic waves that would help relax the tension and discomfort in your uterine walls,” he explained, a bit bashfully. He wasn’t shy about talking about the human body or having sex with his wife, but even he was aware that the solution he was proposing was a bit ridiculous.
Rose couldn’t help but giggle and snort like a schoolgirl. “Are you having me on? Is this your way of trying to get a shag out of me?”
“Oi, I am not!” he argued, pouting slightly. “I know perfectly well I can get a shag out of you whenever I like without using silly excuses. This is real, proper science, Rose! Internal vaginal acupuncture is a traditional form of physiotherapy from Tryaquib Gidel. The female elders developed this practice to help treat the staggering number of women with endometriosis in their communities because their people are genetically prone to it. Now, they would usually use these fancy little sticks to deliver the acupuncture, but, obviously , I don’t have access to such things, so I’m making do!” Her fit of laughter continued, tears lining her eyes. God, she had seen plenty of wacky things during her trips to outer space… but this was truly something else.
“You’re really serious about this?” she asked, forcing herself to calm down as chuckles hiccuped out of her and she wiped away the tears on her face.
“Yes!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands out. She silenced the last of her laughter and put her focus into the Doctor’s attentive expression, honest and naked before her.
She shrugged her shoulders, mumbling, “Alright — I’ll try anything to cure this pain.”
“Brilliant,” he grinned, squeezing her sides and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Just need some tools,” he announced, wiggling his eyebrows. She watched him in intrigue as he reached over to his side of the bed, pulling open his top drawer with the accompanying dragging noise. He produced two of his silk ties from his bedside table and she couldn’t help but giggle again.
“Oh, come on. Bondage? Now I really know you’re pulling my leg,” she teased, kicking him lightly with her foot. He grabbed the limb when she attempted to retreat and quirked a brow at her.
“Oh, I will be pulling your leg, Rose Tyler,” he replied in a low, smouldering voice, and the humour quickly left her as the simmering arousal in her sparked. She licked her lips as she felt a damp spot form between her legs, and her husband seemed to know, smirking as he stroked his thumb against her ankle. “You need to be spread out at a certain angle and you need to stay that way throughout the process, so a bit of tying up is necessary. It also helps to stretch out some of your muscles, which is good to help relieve bodily tension,” he explained in a soft voice, setting her leg down again. “Knickers off, love,” he requested, setting aside the ties before pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it to the ground.
Rose gulped, quickly bringing her hands to her waist and tugging off her sleep shorts and knickers in one go. She also stripped herself of her sleep vest, shivering as the cool night air hit her skin. Her nipples hardened almost instantly and her husband observed her with hungry eyes as he stood to his feet, dropping his trousers and pants to the floor. His cock was already stirring, slowly rising and swelling with desire. It only took very little from his wife to turn him on — even since the TARDIS days. Back then, he had the advantage of much stronger bodily control and the Time Lord shame and existential regret hanging over his head, so his physical attraction to her was a well-kept secret confined to his bedroom and the console room if he was feeling particularly daring.
There was no control, shame or regret in Pete’s World though. Nothing to hold him back, and he had sworn to himself that he never would again.
He made his way to the foot of the bed and knelt on their springy mattress, picking up one of the ties abandoned on the duvet. He grasped her left ankle and began wrapping the smooth fabric around her dainty joint, making it just tight enough. In a teasing way, he tugged her leg by the tie towards the post, making her gasp as he spread her open.
“I’m not being too rough, am I?” he inquired, half-serious and half-flirtatious as he bound her to the wooden stump.
She gulped and shook her head, her cheeks already burning up from arousal and adrenaline. “No — not at all.” Her sensual, cheeky banter was already long gone, and the Doctor knew he had her right in the palm of his hand.
He grinned, adorning a gentle kiss to the tip of her big toe. “Good.”
He repeated his actions with her right ankle, and she bit down on her lip to restrain yet another reaction as he split her open even further. She could feel the air on her already soaked centre, all sensitive and desperate for stimulation. Pregnancy had heightened her hormones and reactivity, and her sex drive had not been spared. She had always been a tad insatiable, but their choice to start a family had turned her into a little bit of a monster (which the Doctor had absolutely no complaints about).
His eyes seemed to bore into her core, his brown irises darkening and pupils widening as he took in the glorious sight that was Rose Tyler’s cunt.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, squeezing her ankle tenderly. Through the fog of intimacy and arousal, she grinned and blushed like a schoolgirl. His intoxicated gaze and earnest words never failed to make her insides twist and heart flutter, the display of his need for and attraction towards her just utterly… breathtaking. It made her feel vulnerable in an incredible way, seeming to reach inside of her and grasp onto her soul.
He crawled towards her, eventually hovering over her. His flat stomach brushed against her rounded one, a sensation that still felt a bit weird for them each. His hand covered the curve of her left breast, almost admiring it as he slowly caressed her firm point with reverence. She let out a soft, little moan as she watched him, feeling as though they were in that hotel in Norway all over again. Delighted, overwhelmed expressions filtering through the dark as he bared her for the first time; the careful pace of his movements and actions; painstaking appreciations of her body as he inspected her bit by bit. It was hard to believe they were here now, six years later. Married and with a baby on the way.
She bit back the urge to cry, forcing herself to not ruin one of their sexiest hours. But he quickly distracted her with his filthy words and intoxicating seduction.
“Gods, Rose,” he murmured suddenly, a tiny smile on his lips, “you’ve grown… A whole cup now, at least,” he guessed, raising one brow thoughtfully behind his specs. She flushed and writhed as he continued to leisurely thumb her peak and just slightly squeeze her weight, meticulously and brilliantly manipulating her arousal. Her nub screamed for attention as her mind flooded with memories of the sensations he’d provided her oh-so-many times before, craving his possession-inducing prowess.
“Mmm, Doctor ,” she whispered, voice all honeyed and keyed up as she wriggled a little against the ties around her ankles. Her fingers threaded through his scalp, softly stroking his hair adoringly with just the lightest of tugs, a demand for more. He smirked, easily reading his wife.
Mum’s the word , he thought.
“And they’ve just become so sensitive, haven’t they?” he added in a hum, his nail just catching her nipple and making her gasp. She nodded hard and quickly, squirming as his torture played out further. His thumb circled her areola and he watched with intrigue as she drew her brow together and tensed beneath him, her knees wobbling in aching need of capturing his hips. Deciding she was far too tense to keep burning away like he usually would, he finally lowered his mouth to its twin, wrapping his wet lips around the stiff point and twirling his tongue against the soft flesh.
She cried out, feeling her desire intensify tenfold at the stimulating contact. The wetness gathered between her folds seemed to double almost instantly, driving her mad with lust and the need to shatter. The Doctor, seemingly in tune with Rose’s needs, relinquished her other breast and snuck his hand between the two of them, swiftly swirling against her swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves in tandem with his mouth against her breast.
“Oh, fuck ,” she sobbed, bucking against his hand as he slowly rolled his digits against her. The dual experiences were driving her insane, pulling her apart from each side yet dragging her into one core as they each fought for attention.
“Sweetheart,” he cooed adoringly after releasing his mouth from her skin, gazing upon her bright, twisted face. “You’re just so pent up, aren’t you? So desperate for a release… of all this tension… pain…” he mused, his fingers so careful in their movements as he nosed her collarbones. Oh, how wonderful the human body was in pregnancy, he’d come to learn these last few months. His Rose had always been so easy to arouse; to excite with just the littlest of gestures and steps… Pregnancy had intensified her sensitivities to an extreme, and he loved experimenting with her as they discovered what worked for them both during this time. How to keep things slow and tender without making her come too early; how to speed things up for him when she was feeling ravenous; the different ways she could come without touch…
A whole new world of discovery and theory, and he loved every second of it.
Most importantly, though, was that he’d become rather acquainted with it, and he knew just how to take care of her tonight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck ,” she chanted in a tight voice. “I need it so much,” she answered, the neediness in her voice clear. Her legs twitched and jolted as he continued to stimulate her, fighting the firm hold of his ties. “Just… Just a little bit more inside,” she pleaded, one of her hands making its way between them with the intent of guiding his bloody talented fingers into her dripping crevice.
But her husband was very clever and knew what she was up to, quickly relinquishing his focus on her button and grasping her by the wrist. She made a noise of frustration as he pinned her arm above her head, mixing with the absolutely feral horniness the act had inspired in her. Because, fuck her, she found it incredibly hot when he got a bit dominant with her like this. And with those stupidly sexy glasses… it was both heavenly and torturous. His eyes peered into hers with a little smirk on his lips.
“ Rose ,” he drawled in a knowing tone, tilting his head at her. He stroked his thumb against her pulse and savoured the rabbit-like beat he found there as the increased wave of pheromones wafted into his nostrils, very much aware of how he was winding his wife up. “You gonna let me take care of you, or not?” he asked softly, the tip of his nose just brushing against hers.
She let out a tiny huff of defeat. “ Fine .”
He grinned and pressed a kiss against her lips, quietly murmuring, “Good girl.”
She knew she wasn’t imagining the wet patch slowly forming on the sheets beneath her and prayed that he would hurry the fuck up .
His hand drifted back to her core, slowly circling her clit with his thumb again for several minutes to stoke the fires again. Her hips couldn’t help but rock against his hand, chasing him and his electrifying touch. She could feel her cunt clenching, seeking what she needed so much in this moment, but he didn’t relent.
She tensed with excitement when she felt one of his digits brush against her opening, teasing her deliciously yet so cruelly. He let her wetness gather against his skin, preparing for his push. She nipped at his lip as they kissed, silently begging for him to just please do it.
He sheathed one finger inside of her and she cried out in pain, tensing up and digging her nails into his skin. The throbs and stabs of pain that had disappeared for the last ten minutes returned without warning and with a vengeance, making her feel as though she was being clawed apart from the inside. He soothed her softly, carefully removing himself and pressing kiss after kiss against her face.
“I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, expression full of guilt. “Your uterus is still too cramped and sensitive.”
“Bloody hell, I can’t even have sex with my own husband?” she gritted out, embarrassment and frustration slowly pushing her towards tears and blubbering.
“Shh, shh, no , sweetheart,” he assured her, stroking her hair and face gently. A handful of tears skittered down her cheeks, unable to keep them at bay, and he swiped them away. “We just need to make your body relax a little bit, alright? That’s all we need to do.”
She nodded and took in a big, wet sniffle. “Okay.” He smiled at her adoringly, kissing her softly before pulling back.
He shifted a little, moving down just a bit lower. She could feel his length skim her thigh, and she craved it. As though he could hear her thoughts, his tip danced against her entrance and she hissed out a small noise of delight. Quicker than she could realise, she split apart on his cock, and, god, he was beautiful against her. Thick and heavy and hard, he pushed through her folds and rocked himself against her clit, making her moan and twist in pleasure. He kissed her deep and hard as he continued to ground against her, his tongue making itself known against the seam of her lips and then her own. Her hands were right around his biceps, keeping him right where he was in an iron grip. His thrusts were slow and sensual, twisting the desire in her tighter and tighter as he ushered her towards the edge. She mewled into his mouth as her hips lifted and met his own, eager and enthusiastic.
He broke their kiss with a wet noise, panting heavily as he peered into her eyes. “That’s it, love. That’s it… So gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous,” he babbled at her, his body moving so fluidly against hers without thought or effort. She really was stunning like this — her face just so perfectly contorted in these astonishing ways and body so slick and hot with hormones.
His cock was absolutely smothered in her arousal now, and he prided himself in it. He had always felt a certain fulfilment from making her like this, all needy and dependent. Her soft, little cries and loud, deep moans of his own making; playing her like a fiddle; feeling her come and shatter into a supernova unlike anything she had ever felt before.
There was an honour attached to being Rose Tyler’s lover and providing her with the gratification she so rightly deserved. That honour only strengthened when one became an expert in all matters of breaking her down nerve by nerve.
“ Shit ,” she whimpered, her hands now bracing his hips, one of them quickly relocating itself to grab his arse. “So… So fucking close, Doctor,” she professed, her ankles fighting the restraints. He bestowed another kiss on her lips as he intensified his actions, his rolls and strokes becoming harder; firmer. Gods, she was so slippery wet down here and he knew he could slide into her so easily, bring her home with a bang and the one thing she wanted the most… But this had to come first.
“Go on, sweetheart,” he exhaled against her mouth, maintaining intense eye contact with her behind his lenses. “Come for me.”
She didn’t need any further prompting, exploding beneath him in a repeated cry of relief, as though she was a skipping record. Her nails were knives penetrating his flesh, imprinting herself and her climax on his skin for the next few hours. He carried her through the waves and aftershocks, carefully rocking back and forth to tease out the last of it all.
When she was stable and lucid enough, he moved on to the most important part of the evening. He slid a pillow beneath her hips, elevating her upwards. Her legs stretched out even more, tightening her calves and hamstrings.
The Doctor grabbed his cock, lining it to her dripping heat. A choked whimper caught in the back of her throat, her fingers digging into his lower back as he teased her with barely the press of his hardness inside of her. She was so needy for it; had never felt such a desperation before.
“Shhh… just a second, love,” he swore in a heady voice, his own face contorted in a distraught expression of pleasure as her hot, silky desire grazed him. “Need… to find… the right… angle ,” he informed her, plunging forward on his last word.
She moaned low and hard at his contact, back arching and brow raised to the high heavens. Somehow, he’d done it — the thrust of his cock inside of her crevice had propelled something through her, and her pain was already fading away into pure, unbridled pleasure.
He breathed heavy and hard above her, lips parted and mouth dropped as his own desires lifted and fell through him like a symphony. He quirked a brow at her, swallowing his overwhelm. “Good?”
She nodded dazedly, quavering breaths echoing through her. “Yeah.”
He couldn’t help the grin on his lips. “Brilliant.”
He drew his hips back and ground into her again, drinking in their mixed groans and whimpers of arousal as they united in this way. Through the haze of lust, he focused intently on his movements, making sure he was maintaining the same angle and pressure as he rolled in and out rhythmically. It was rather particular, this acupuncture process, but he found himself naturally slipping into it once he’d found all the right aspects. His only job now was to make love to his wife and ease her of her suffering. He gazed into her eyes through half-filtered lids, studying her expressions and appreciating the absolute pulchritudinous sight he had the privilege to witness time and time again. There was simply no comparison to the way Rose Tyler’s face shifted and changed in the throes of pleasure, and there was no satisfaction quite like knowing he was the source of it all.
With each push, her agony lessened bit by bit, as though he was chipping away at her. She could feel the tension and rigidity dwindle from her body, slowly transitioning into simple indulgence and intimacy. His eyes were dark with desire, and she couldn’t help but reach up and stroke his cheek as he repeatedly rocked into her. She had always felt that he fitted her perfectly, and this thought never changed even all these years later. He slotted inside of her so immaculately, so minutely… and she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else like this ever again, let alone helping her in this way.
“Feels so good,” she mewled, her eyes shutting as she allowed herself to feel for just a moment, appreciating the way he moved within her and took care of her… She blindly reached for one of his hands that rested on the bed beside her, guiding it between them again. “Please,” she asked, opening her eyes. He didn’t need any further encouragement, rolling delicious circles against her engorged, throbbing clit in tandem with his movements.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he panted, his focus still attached to her face. “Are you gonna come for me again?” he asked, resting his forehead against hers.
“ Yeah ,” she confirmed in a strained voice, fingers threaded through his scalp and tugging on his lovely roots. She could feel it burning in the core, begging to snap and release and explode into millions of hormones. She raked her eyes over his expression and knew he was close as well, studying the little creases of tension and bulging veins and clenched jaw that always told her when he was ready. She squeezed him with her walls and he let out a garbled groan, his fingers moving quicker and with determination.
Her second orgasm wasn’t as ferocious as the first, but she still revelled in the way heat and repose broke out across her skin like fireworks, riddling her body with pure ecstasy and joy as she fluttered and shuddered in bliss. He quickly followed, burying himself deep inside as he released himself with a deep moan that never failed to excite her. They clutched onto each other as the remains of their union bled through, the afterglow cloaking them as they breathed and trembled and relaxed.
His mouth was gentle and tender against hers as he removed himself from her, withdrawing to quickly undo the ties from her ankles and drawing the covers over them both. He pulled her into a deep snuggle, running his hands over her back and sides as he placed kiss after kiss on her lips. She paused his aftercare with an amused smirk, peering at him with mischief in her eyes.
“Now, would you say just the one session has done the trick, or do I need regular treatments?” she asked breathlessly, licking her lips and stroking the smattering of chest hair he had, damp with sweat.
“Oh, regular treatments are very important to maintain comfort and eliminate pain,” he purred, smirking at her. She giggled, pressing a kiss to his mouth that he melted into — a soft, intimate contrast to the raw, sensual passion they had just engaged in.
“I love you; for having our baby,” he murmured against her lips.
“I love you too; for giving me our baby,” she mumbled back, making him grin. She mimicked the expression, laughing softly when he wheezed out a little giggle himself.
“You and me… parents. Did we ever think that was gonna happen?”
She shrugged her shoulders and burrowed herself further against him. “It had always been a nice little daydream, but I never thought that in a million years this would be the life that we’d lead…” she admits in a hum.
“Neither,” he confessed, sneaking a kiss against her head and squeezing her body gently. He glanced at her, meeting her gaze and finding a smile upon his face once more.
They were both thankful that this is where they’ve ended up, in for it forever and together.