The Bits In Between

The Doctor set the TARDIS into flight and went over to Rose. He grasped her arms and looked her over.

“I’m fine, really, but thank you for your concern.” She couldn’t keep the smile from her voice.

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much.” He lifted her chin so their eyes met. “Do you remember anything that happened?”

“Yeah, it was like I was watching a movie. I knew it was my body but I had no control over anything.” She looked away. “So, you wanted this body safe?”

He ruffled his hair and rubbed his neck while darting his eyes. She knew he did this now when he felt a little shy. “Well, I sorta had plans for it, if you don’t mind. Besides, you’re the one who’s been look at me and liking it!”

“At least I’m not vain enough to call myself foxy!”

“A little bit foxy.”

“Whatever.” She turned serious. “When did you know it wasn’t me?” She would hope he would have known her kiss versus someone else’s even if it was her body.

“Well, you seemed a little off when we met in the ward but I knew for sure when we tried to get into Intensive Care.” He could tell he offended her. “I didn’t know during the kiss because of my male ego. Who wouldn’t want to snog this?” He grinned at her and quickly realized it was a bad idea. Someday he would learn to think before he spoke. “Right then, wrong thing to joke about. I didn’t figure it out because I have been desperately looking for the sign you promised me at New Year’s. I stupidly thought that was it. I’m sorry.”

“How can I stay mad at you when you pout like that?”

Now he was offended. “I most certainly do not pout! I brood.”

“No, you used to brood. Now you pout. It’s okay though. It’s cute.”

“Not helping Miss Tyler! Now I’m cute. What am I? A puppy!?”

She couldn’t help but snicker at him. “Oh, you’re still sexy too. I’m not sure how to explain it. It’s like I want to take you home, feed you a sandwich, fondly ruffle your hair and then snog you senseless.”

He perked up at this. “Really?”

“Yes. Now then Doctor, didn’t you say something about checking me out?”

“Oh, I’ll check you alright.”

“I’d tell you to behave, but I know it would do no good.”

“You got that right. Come with me.” He took her hand and led her down the corridors.

“Doctor, I do believe this is not the medical room but your room.”

“Problem with that?”

“None at all. Lead on, Mac Duff.”

“You know Shakespeare?”

“Do you?”

“That would be telling.”

She looked around the room. Very little had changed since the last time she was there. She wasn’t sure how that made her feel. The chair in the corner was no longer leather but made of the same material as his overcoat. She wondered if that was a theme with him. The bed was the same except for the duvet, which was now brighter. Just like he was now. He was messier now too. Drawers were half pushed in, sheets were rumpled, and things piled on the floor. She found it charming somehow. She found him bouncing on his feet; hand in pockets, like he was waiting for her approval. She gave it the best way she knew how.

The kiss took him by surprise, but not for long. He wrapped his arms around her and deepened it. He pulled back and gave her a stern look. “I think it’s time for my examination. How about you?” She nodded wordlessly and he pushed her to sit on the bed. He removed her boots and socks, kissing the tops of her feet as he went.

He stood her back up and slowly circled her. He noticed her breath hitching with anticipation. He had meant it when he said she was worth waiting for but that didn’t mean he was above a little torture of her now. He took off his overcoat and suit jacket, chucking them carelessly across the room. He gave her a quick peck and the got to business. He rolled up his sleeves and went back to retrieve his glasses.

“You are planning on being thorough, aren’t you?” She laughed apprehensively. She was incredibly nervous. It was like being with someone for the first time, even though this someone knew her completely.

He ignored the remark and started to unbutton her shirt. Somehow, the rational part of him was winning over the primal part that just wanted to rip her clothes off and take her on the floor. She deserved better than that and so did he. As each bit of skin was revealed, he caressed it. When there were no buttons left, he kept the shirt on and went to work on her trousers. He undid the clasp and slowly pulled the zip. His hands went to her hips. When she attempted to shimmy in order to help him remove them, he clicked his tongue in disapproval and gave her a stern look. It totally took her breath away. She never knew specs could be so attractive. She put a hand on his head to steady herself.

He shut his eyes and took a moment to collect himself. Right, having his hair played with, adding that to the list this regeneration found as a turn on. He finished pulling her trousers off. With her using him as support, he “inspected” each leg through touching, kissing and his new favourite activity, licking. He smirked at her gasps. He really was enjoying himself.

“The legs seem to be in working order,” he waggled his eyebrows at her. “Let’s see how things are further north.”

She wasn’t sure if she was grateful or frustrated that he bypassed the part of her most aching to be touched. He licked a circle around her navel and blew softly. She moaned in satisfaction and arched into him. He was still on his knees as he shuffled to the back. “You know, Cassandra said I have a nice rear bumper,” she called over her shoulder.

“I concur.” He caressed her bum and nipped at one of her cheeks. She yelped and glared back at him. “Had to test the resilience. Now you’re pouting. It’s very becoming.” He stood and ran his hands over her, stopping at her breasts. She leaned back into him and reached to caress his neck. “Now, arms can be tricky. Let’s have a look.” He took the one around him and kissed his way down, turning it here and there as he went. He repeated the process with the other arm and crossed to her front. “Neck and torso.” He went straight to the spot on her neck that made her squirm before. Some things never changed.

He moved down her chest to her breasts. He sucked and nipped at one through her bra and teased the other with his fingers. After a minute, he switched. “She also said it was like living inside a bouncy castle.”

That got his attention. He smiled up at her. “Permission to storm.”

She smiled back. “Permission granted.” He attacked her mouth and she reciprocated. One hand took down her hair and another found its way into her knickers, teasing her. She was sure she would go mad from the desire alone. She bucked her hips into him, trying to ease some of the tension. He abruptly pulled back.

“Reflexes are normal.”

“Cheeky bastard. You are so cruel.”

“Don’t you just love it.”

“My turn.” She shoved him onto the bed. He propped himself up on his elbow to watch her work. She removed his tie and snapped it. “This could be useful in the future.” He nodded in reply. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking the time to explore each bit of skin. He knew this was as much about seduction as it was for her to get to know him again. That’s what kept him from taking her right then. This time was about and for her. He gave her complete control, not something he did often. He trusted her that much. Sure, there was much about him she didn’t know but that was because he wanted to protect her, not because he didn’t care. She was still so innocent in many ways. Well, maybe not that innocent. An innocent girl wouldn’t be straddling him and licking his chest, like she was currently doing. Not that he was complaining. “You have chest hair now.”

“Will we be pointing out all my differences, then?”

She looked up at him sheepishly, “I can’t help it. Is that a problem?”

He beamed at her fondly. “Not at all, continue.”

She removed his shirt completely with his help. “You are thinner now, but it suits you better. Before, it seemed you were almost wasting away. Now, the thinness suits your frame. Still skinner than me.”

“Don’t. Don’t ever belittle your looks to me. I wouldn’t change so much as a hair on your lovely head. You shouldn’t want to change for anyone and anyone who tells you otherwise will have to answer to me.”

She smiled and did the tongue between the teeth thing he found so endearing. “You know just what to say to a girl.” She turned deadly serious. “Now Doctor, there is something that has been of great concern for me for a while now.”

“What’s that?”

“You mentioned a mole. On the back I believe? Well, one can never be too careful, even with the layers you wear. I think a complete inspection is called for. On your stomach. Yes, I can see it is, in fact, a mole, between the shoulder blades. I think I may love it as much as you do. Now, just to be on the safe side,” with that she licked it. He shuddered and added that to the list, as well as the scratching thing she was doing down his spine. She climbed off him and pushed him to roll back over.

She knelt on the floor to remove his trainers and socks. She then hoisted herself up by his knees and saw exactly what she was doing to him. She quickly undid his trousers and removed them and his underpants with a quick tug and lift of his hips. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Would you be offended if I told you, you were bigger now?”

“There are worse things to be told. In fact…oh.” His witty retort was cut off by her mouth descending on him. As she sucked and bobbed, her nails raked softly on the insides of his thighs. That was certainly getting added to the list. “Rose…oh…oh my…. Rose, I really am, uh, enjoying this but if…ooh, you want me to be of any, ah, use to you later, you might want to…uhgh…quit now.”

She pulled away and grinned wickedly at him. She jutted her chin towards the head of the bed. “Get comfortable.” He complied immediately as she made her way to the foot. She removed her shirt and bra. He watched hungrily as her breasts jiggled while she shimmed out of her knickers. She crawled onto the bed and up to him until their mouths met in a greedy kiss. “Well, Rose Tyler, you have me where you want me. Whatever shall you do with me?”

She wasted no time in once again straddling his hips and lowered herself onto him in one quick motion. He let her set the pace and guide him. She leaned forward, breast brushing against his chest, kissed him and removed his glasses. As she rose back up, their fingers interlocked. He thought again, like he in Kyoto, that the sight of her undulating on top of him would always be one of his favourites.

He could feel she was getting close. She was contracting erratically around him. She bit her lip in concentration and he added that to the list as well. He couldn’t wait any longer and he prayed she would join him or forgive him He got lucky as she suddenly screamed a very familiar scream as she milked him for all he was worth.

She collapsed on top of him and he whispered nothings in her ear as he stroked her hair. “To use a cliché, was it good for you?”

“Mmm hmm, you, as you said before, still got it.” She kissed him and snuggled to his side. She picked up one of his hands to examine it and compare it to her own. “These are thinner too. The fingers are longer. I like them.” She locked their fingers and rested them on his stomach. “It’s still too cold in here.”

“I like it that way, especially if it gets you under my covers.” They did just that and she threw a leg over his.

She touched his face, outlining every angle with her fingers. “You have freckles now, too. I think my favourite one is the one on your left eyelid.” She motioned for him to close his eyes and she brushed her lips over said freckle. He smiled gently.

As he started to drift off, he gathered one of her hands to one of his hearts and thought out loud. “Rose Tyler, I’m going to take you on a proper date, like a proper bloke. How does a concert sound? None of that pop rubbish you sometimes seem to favour, I plan on giving you a musical education. What do you say about that?” He was answered with a light snore. He smiled, kissed the top of her head and joined her in sated slumber.