Sweet as Sugar
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Category:
1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
11,305
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Dr. Who, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
11
Sweet as Sugar Chapter Eleven
Disclaimers Apply
“So we’re stuck here now?” Rose demanded, her voice cracking slightly in the stillness of the chamber. “Really stuck?” She raked her fingers through her already disheveled hair, too distracted to realize that her arm motions were making the borrowed jacket ride up, giving both the Doctor and Jack flashes of thigh and more.
“We’re not stuck,” the Doctor shot back primly, all of his attention focused on some unnecessary sonic screwdriver maintenance, mainly to avoid the flashes of Rose’s intimate bits her gesticulations were presenting him. “We’re in a holding pattern.”
Jack snorted indelicately. “Hey, Rose, might want to batten down the hatches.” He nodded in the direction of her exposed upper leg and the hint of dark blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. “Not that we’re minding or anything.”
Rose turned a shade of red so alarming that the Doctor pocketed the sonic screwdriver. “Rose, never mind Jack. He’s apparently suffered a head injury and has forgotten the meaning of the word ‘appropriate.’ No one is ogling you.” He offered a reassuring smile as Rose hunkered down over her knees, pulling the hem of the jacket down as far as she could. “I have far too much respect for you to ever look at you like a…a…piece of totty.”
A peculiar look crossed Rose’s face at the Doctor’s last words. Her color was slowly returning to normal but she looked distinctly discomfited, as if she had just taken a bite of candy and found it filled with a particularly unpleasant nougat.
“I see…” She stood slowly, smoothing her hands over the jacket, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. “Now what?”
“Now,” the Doctor replied smoothly, seemingly unaware of Rose’s momentary discomfort, “I think we had better figure out what’s going on here.”
“I don’t know about you but I was just about to get to know Rose a bit better than I had honestly ever expected to. What the Hell was that back there, Doctor? I’ve never in my travels heard of something like this going on in the Venusian domes.” Jack shook his head as if to clear it of cobwebs and added, “It’s like the 2046 World’s Fair in Des Moines with less sex.”
The Doctor raised a brow but did not inquire further. “The Venus you know is no doubt the upper domes. The tourist Meccas of the Market, the Ladies Market and the pleasure domes.” He paused and seemed to be avoiding Rose’s gaze. “Most visitors to Venus never make it past the pleasure domes.”
“Oh?” the young woman asked lightly, false brightness coloring her voice. “Done a bit of research into that, have you?” She carefully folded her arms beneath her breasts and raised a brow to match The Doctor’s. “By pleasure dome, I’m guessing you don’t mean a nice cuppa and a bacon butty while watching Eastenders.”
“That’s Guilty Pleasure Dome,” Jack muttered. “The pleasure domes are just what they sound like, Rose. I mean, c’mon… This is Venus, named after a love goddess!”
The Doctor’s cheeks were coloring faintly pink, something that did not escape Rose’s notice, even in her agitated state. Before Jack could expound on the topic, the Time Lord continued, slightly rushed. “Everything went pear-shaped during our…ah…liberation attempt at the Ladies Market. Now think…what do you remember?”
Rose frowned. “Someone knocked me on the head,” she said slowly, the memory hazy. “I think.”
Jack shook his head again, frowning deeply. “I… I don’t remember, Doctor. I just know I was waiting for you. I had called you to come see something. Didn’t I?”
The Doctor’s frown bespoke decades of tiredness and annoyance. “It seems we’re all a bit fuzzy in our recollections. Someone doesn’t want us to know what happened.” He glanced around the enclosure, the metal walls made by the blast doors he had dropped making the space nearly soundproof. The only air was coming in via a small vent overhead, part of the dome’s air conditioning system.
He inhaled deeply and something tickled his senses, triggering a memory he could not quite put his finger on. The faint smell of flowers, far from cloying and sweet, seemed to set his blood ablaze. Heat washed through his body and his eyes fluttered closed; the soft musk of the floral scent wrapped around him and pooled low in his body, making him feel heavy and languid. He was sickening for something dreadful, he thought. Ghost-like, a memory of a sensation flitted across his lips, brushing a kiss like sweetest sugar. He inhaled sharply and the floral scent was gone, as was the need that had momentarily crippled him. Jack and Rose were both staring at him, the ozone-tinged air common in space and planetary installations everywhere burning his senses.
“Um, right,” he said quickly, not sure how long he had been distracted or even what he had done to earn such looks from his companions. “Change of plans. First we get back to the TARDIS, and then we figure out what’s going on.”
“But Doctor,” Rose said hesitantly, her hand moving to rest on his wrist. “What about the slaves? We can’t just blow them off…” She smiled a bit sheepishly, as if realizing the oddity of her own request. “Please, Doctor… we can’t just leave them after all this.”
Jack sighed loudly and raked his fingers through his purposefully messy hair. He seemed unaware of his state of undress as he moved closer to the Doctor and Rose. “As much as I want to get the Hell out of here, I have to agree with Rose… We can’t just leave ‘em all here. We can’t leave a mission half done.”
The Doctor opened and closed his mouth twice, picking up and abandoning words before he could speak them. Finally, he vented a pent up breath and said “Fine. We get back to the TARDIS then see about rescuing the slaves.”
Rose smiled, pausing for just a fraction of a second before flinging herself into his surprised arms for a hug. “Thank you, Doctor!”
“Nice caboose,” Jack commented as the jacket rose up, exposing the lower half of Rose’s backside.
“Shut it, you!”
The Doctor did not comment to either of them. He was too busy trying to ignore the overwhelming scent of floral musk that was assaulting his senses once more.
‘Help me,’ he thought. ‘Help me not mess this up.’
Disclaimers Apply
“So we’re stuck here now?” Rose demanded, her voice cracking slightly in the stillness of the chamber. “Really stuck?” She raked her fingers through her already disheveled hair, too distracted to realize that her arm motions were making the borrowed jacket ride up, giving both the Doctor and Jack flashes of thigh and more.
“We’re not stuck,” the Doctor shot back primly, all of his attention focused on some unnecessary sonic screwdriver maintenance, mainly to avoid the flashes of Rose’s intimate bits her gesticulations were presenting him. “We’re in a holding pattern.”
Jack snorted indelicately. “Hey, Rose, might want to batten down the hatches.” He nodded in the direction of her exposed upper leg and the hint of dark blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. “Not that we’re minding or anything.”
Rose turned a shade of red so alarming that the Doctor pocketed the sonic screwdriver. “Rose, never mind Jack. He’s apparently suffered a head injury and has forgotten the meaning of the word ‘appropriate.’ No one is ogling you.” He offered a reassuring smile as Rose hunkered down over her knees, pulling the hem of the jacket down as far as she could. “I have far too much respect for you to ever look at you like a…a…piece of totty.”
A peculiar look crossed Rose’s face at the Doctor’s last words. Her color was slowly returning to normal but she looked distinctly discomfited, as if she had just taken a bite of candy and found it filled with a particularly unpleasant nougat.
“I see…” She stood slowly, smoothing her hands over the jacket, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. “Now what?”
“Now,” the Doctor replied smoothly, seemingly unaware of Rose’s momentary discomfort, “I think we had better figure out what’s going on here.”
“I don’t know about you but I was just about to get to know Rose a bit better than I had honestly ever expected to. What the Hell was that back there, Doctor? I’ve never in my travels heard of something like this going on in the Venusian domes.” Jack shook his head as if to clear it of cobwebs and added, “It’s like the 2046 World’s Fair in Des Moines with less sex.”
The Doctor raised a brow but did not inquire further. “The Venus you know is no doubt the upper domes. The tourist Meccas of the Market, the Ladies Market and the pleasure domes.” He paused and seemed to be avoiding Rose’s gaze. “Most visitors to Venus never make it past the pleasure domes.”
“Oh?” the young woman asked lightly, false brightness coloring her voice. “Done a bit of research into that, have you?” She carefully folded her arms beneath her breasts and raised a brow to match The Doctor’s. “By pleasure dome, I’m guessing you don’t mean a nice cuppa and a bacon butty while watching Eastenders.”
“That’s Guilty Pleasure Dome,” Jack muttered. “The pleasure domes are just what they sound like, Rose. I mean, c’mon… This is Venus, named after a love goddess!”
The Doctor’s cheeks were coloring faintly pink, something that did not escape Rose’s notice, even in her agitated state. Before Jack could expound on the topic, the Time Lord continued, slightly rushed. “Everything went pear-shaped during our…ah…liberation attempt at the Ladies Market. Now think…what do you remember?”
Rose frowned. “Someone knocked me on the head,” she said slowly, the memory hazy. “I think.”
Jack shook his head again, frowning deeply. “I… I don’t remember, Doctor. I just know I was waiting for you. I had called you to come see something. Didn’t I?”
The Doctor’s frown bespoke decades of tiredness and annoyance. “It seems we’re all a bit fuzzy in our recollections. Someone doesn’t want us to know what happened.” He glanced around the enclosure, the metal walls made by the blast doors he had dropped making the space nearly soundproof. The only air was coming in via a small vent overhead, part of the dome’s air conditioning system.
He inhaled deeply and something tickled his senses, triggering a memory he could not quite put his finger on. The faint smell of flowers, far from cloying and sweet, seemed to set his blood ablaze. Heat washed through his body and his eyes fluttered closed; the soft musk of the floral scent wrapped around him and pooled low in his body, making him feel heavy and languid. He was sickening for something dreadful, he thought. Ghost-like, a memory of a sensation flitted across his lips, brushing a kiss like sweetest sugar. He inhaled sharply and the floral scent was gone, as was the need that had momentarily crippled him. Jack and Rose were both staring at him, the ozone-tinged air common in space and planetary installations everywhere burning his senses.
“Um, right,” he said quickly, not sure how long he had been distracted or even what he had done to earn such looks from his companions. “Change of plans. First we get back to the TARDIS, and then we figure out what’s going on.”
“But Doctor,” Rose said hesitantly, her hand moving to rest on his wrist. “What about the slaves? We can’t just blow them off…” She smiled a bit sheepishly, as if realizing the oddity of her own request. “Please, Doctor… we can’t just leave them after all this.”
Jack sighed loudly and raked his fingers through his purposefully messy hair. He seemed unaware of his state of undress as he moved closer to the Doctor and Rose. “As much as I want to get the Hell out of here, I have to agree with Rose… We can’t just leave ‘em all here. We can’t leave a mission half done.”
The Doctor opened and closed his mouth twice, picking up and abandoning words before he could speak them. Finally, he vented a pent up breath and said “Fine. We get back to the TARDIS then see about rescuing the slaves.”
Rose smiled, pausing for just a fraction of a second before flinging herself into his surprised arms for a hug. “Thank you, Doctor!”
“Nice caboose,” Jack commented as the jacket rose up, exposing the lower half of Rose’s backside.
“Shut it, you!”
The Doctor did not comment to either of them. He was too busy trying to ignore the overwhelming scent of floral musk that was assaulting his senses once more.
‘Help me,’ he thought. ‘Help me not mess this up.’