The Bits In Between

Rose and the Doctor continued to howl as the TARDIS was sent into the Vortex. He looked over at her and thought she couldn’t look more adorable. Lips in an O, a smile in her eyes and a bounce in her demeanour and she was his. How did he get so lucky?

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her neck. The howl turned into a growl as she reached up to caress the back of his head, pulling him closer.

“So, I’m a timorous beastie, then?”

“Correction, MY timorous beastie.”

“Ooo, a bit possessive, are we?” He growled into her neck and she laughed. “Well, I’ve been called a lot of things, but timorous definitely wasn’t one of them.”

“There’s a first time for everything. Wait, you’ve been called a beastie?”

“Watch it.”

“You brought it up.”

She pulled away from him. “I’m offended. I do believe you should apologize.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “I think that can be arranged.” He pulled her to him and suddenly lips and hands were everywhere. This time he pulled back. “You’re right, I am possessive. And when something is mine, I can do with it as I please. . Since that is the case, take off your boots.”

“’Scuse me?”

“Take. Off. Your. Boots. While you’re at it, remove the tights and knickers as well.” He left her to it while he removed his overcoat and laid it on the floor.

Rose wasn’t sure what he was at but the look in his eye and edge in his voice made her tingle in the right places. “I’m not sure if I can trust you. What with being banished and all. Of course, that does add that bit of danger a girl always likes.” She stuffed her tights and pants into her boots and set them next to the chair.

“You have room to talk; you’re just a banished as I am.” He gestured to the coat. “Hands and knees.”

“Seriously?” He nodded and she knew better that to disagree. She did as she was told and he knelt behind her. She felt the hem of her skirt being pushed up over her bottom and heard a zip. She called over her shoulder. “Why like this?”

“How many beasts you know go at it face to face?” With that, he entered her slowly, causing both of them to moan. It took a few tries but they found a rhythm that suited both of their needs. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Mine.” He then proceeded to nip at her neck as if to mark his territory.

Neither of them lasted too long and soon satisfied exclamations echoed through the control room.

“Well, that was new. We’ll have to do this again sometime, just on a more padded surface. My knees are killing me.”

He pulled out of her quickly and rolled her over. “Sorry, are you okay? I wasn’t thinking.”

She was touched at his concern but couldn’t help but laugh. “Trust me when I say I’m more than okay. Just be more careful with your things. Also, you should put them away at the end of the day.” She winked at him.

He smirked back. “Quite right. So, let’s put this one in its place.” He helped her to her feet. She put an arm around his neck and pulled herself up to kiss him. He started to back her towards the corridor.

She peeled off his suit jacket and started on his shirt buttons, all while never releasing their lips.

“You’re wearing entirely too many layers. By the way, I was freezing out there. Offer a lady a coat next time. That was quite rude!”

He just laughed and pulled her skirt over her head. She responded by pulling off his Henley. He backed her into the wall and wrapped her legs around him. They bucked aimlessly at each other.

“Bed. Now.” She hardly recognized her own voice, as husky as it was.

He set her down and peeled off his t-shirt. He hopped on one leg while attempting to pull of his plimsolls. “Blasted shoes.” He finally achieved his goal when he heard her giggle. He looked up and saw she had taken off her t-shirt as well. He was speechless. Her hair was mussed, lips swollen, wearing just a bra, red marks where he had bitten her. The sight made him harder than he already was.

He picked her up and she squealed in delight. He opened the closest door. It was her room. He tossed her onto the bed. She laughed again.

“You really should watch that laughing. Could give a man a complex.”

“It’s laughter of delight. You delight me.”

“Good to know.” He stepped out of his trousers and went to her. He ran his hands over her and made a mental note to personally thank the inventor of the front-hook bra.

They took their time exploring each other, especially as he was still figuring what worked for him. Rose chalked it up to alien stamina that they had a few more goes until they were exhausted.

“So, am I forgiven then?” She decided his smile was entirely too smug.

“Yes, you are, but Doctor, you still owe me ten quid.” She giggled as she ducked the pillow being thrown her way.