The Bits In Between

They had been switching off bedrooms recently. The Doctor watched appreciatively as Rose climbed out of her bed and walked naked out of the room. He caught the kiss she blew him and he turned contemplative.

He didn’t do domestic. Not since, well, not for a very long while but this was hardly domestic. They weren’t settled down. He knew he didn’t want that. He was pretty sure she didn’t either, at least not now. But she was young and as much as he hoped it never happened, he knew it was a possibility that she would outgrow her wanderlust. There was also the problem of her and Mickey not officially broken up. He knew they were over. She had told him as much, but the words hadn’t been spoken out loud, which didn’t make it real, at least not to the parties involved. Besides, they never discussed whatever this was between them.

So, wandering through space and time led to intense moments. They were just taking advantage of that. He knew anyone who got too close to him ended up getting hurt. He could never do that to her. It was better this way.

Definitely not domestic. Just sex. Sex with another man’s girl. Even though it had been over between those two pretty much since she stepped into the TARDIS. Just sex. Really, really good sex. Still just sex. Sex between two people who would die for each other and one of them had. Sex that expressed the feelings they both were too scared to say out loud. Who was he kidding; he loved her, but would never say it. That would make it too real and it would hurt too much when he would have to let her go. He was certain she felt the same way but she hadn’t said anything either, so, he couldn’t be sure.

He also wasn’t sure how she would react to the idea of his past companions. He didn’t mean to keep it a secret. It just never seemed like a good time to bring it up. He also knew it would take some convincing that she was the only one he had been like this with.

He had cared about all of them, some more than others. He didn’t talk about some because they were not worth mention and others because it was too painful to bring up. How could he ever convince her that, even though he didn’t want it to happen for a very long time, when she’d be gone, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever talk again? He would have lost her right after losing his whole planet. How would anyone survive that? Especially one that was forced to. If he was honest with himself, she was worth that pain. But he would never force it on her, not unless she said he could and even then he would be careful.

He was taken out of his mind when something soft connected with his head. He pulled the silk free and noticed it was his kimono. He looked up to see Rose already wearing hers and pulling her hair into an untidy ponytail. “Come on lazy bones, we’ve made a bit of mess and our ship deserves better than that.” Normally, he would have corrected anyone who claimed his magnificent machine, but for some reason that sounded right coming out of her mouth.

He dutifully did as he was asked and followed her into the corridor. If he couldn’t say how he truly felt, he could at least be a champion flirt with her. “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to a no clothing rule. It is just the two off us after all.” He played with the tie keeping her dressing gown closed.

“As flattering as that sounds, I need to keep at least the idea of mystery around you. Also, as much as I love her,” she patted the wall, “she’s a little drafty in the halls. Now, come with me.” She took his hand and pulled him along.

They ended up in the kitchen area. “I thought we were cleaning.”

“We will, I thought we could use some food first. We have been exercising awfully hard recently.” She winked at him.

“Fair point. Let’s see what we have then.” He opened a few doors and got a wicked idea. He took a jar of honey and discreetly undid the lid. He turned. “Rose, I…oops…” He pretended to trip and poured some the sticky substance on her exposed chest. “Let me get that for you.” He licked it off her. She gasped, first in surprise then with desire.

“This isn’t getting things done.”

“Oh, I beg to differ. It’s getting something done.” They grinned at each other and raced to the cupboards for anything that could be smeared and later licked. They put their discoveries on the counters. They kissed quickly and deeply. He picked her up and set her on a clear spot on the counter.

They untied each other’s sashes to give one another as much surface to play with as possible. She opened a container of some mysterious jam from some far off world. She put some on his neck. He leaned back his head to give her easier access. As she stopped to suck a little at his pulse, he was glad he was clever enough to have this idea.

He opened the marmalade and transferred it from his finger to her lips and let her suck them both clean. They took turns pouring and smudging then cleaning each other. After they had exhausted everything from the cabinets, he moved to the fridge. The first thing that caught his eye was a can of aerosol whipped cream she had convinced him was necessary. He went back and sprayed healthy dollops on both her breasts. She wound her fingers into his hair and he took his time removing it.

As he went back for something else to play with, she spoke. “This is like that scene in that movie, 9 ½ Weeks.”

He turned wide-eyed. “You’ve seen such films!”

“That would be telling.”

“You’re one saucy minx.”

“Don’t you just love it.”

He looked at her. “Yes, I do.” He turned away before she could see the seriousness in his eyes. He returned with an exotic fruit they had picked up along the way. He tore into the flesh and went to his knees. He squeezed the juice onto her thighs. “That’s unfair. You can reach more of me than I can of you.” Instead of answering her, he put her legs over his shoulders and pulled her forward so she was just balancing. He kissed, licked and sucked away the juice. He could tell she couldn’t take much more. He decided to help her along.

She gave a strangled yell when his mouth attached to the most throbbing part of her. He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn he heard her mutter, “Bless oral fixations.” He also wasn’t sure why he hadn’t done this sooner. It was by far the best tasting thing he had all night. As he nipped at her and his tongue plunged into her, she started to buck and thrash. He ignored the crashing glass and stayed focused on his task. Soon, she gripped his head as she moaned and eventually screamed. He stayed where he was awhile after she had her final shudder.

She yanked him up and kissed him thoroughly, tongues intertwining. He knew she could taste herself on him and that it excited her. It, in turn, excited him. They pulled away, breathless, foreheads touching.

“Well, this defeated the purpose of cleaning up. The TARDIS will not be happy with us.”

He laughed. “Don’t be sure. She’s pleased when we are. I’m pretty content and you’re positively glowing.”

“I could make you happier.” Her hand made a trail down his chest and stomach and wrapped around him. He hissed.

“I think it’s time for us to clean up.” He knew she got that he wasn’t talking about the TARDIS. He helped her down and took her by the hand. Luckily, all the glass had went away from the door and they had a clear path.

He took her to his room since his bathroom better suited his intended goal. He turned on the taps and stripped. She followed suit. “Take down your hair.” His voice was raspy. She obeyed and he pulled her in.

When he had designed this shower he had done it for comfort and its roominess with a bench at the opposite end for relaxing after a hard adventure. Now, its open space served a far greater purpose. He placed them both under the spray. He took the bar of soap and slowly worked it over all her body. When he finished, she returned the favour, careful not to touch his member, not yet.

They shampooed each other, watchful of the other’s eyes. They paused occasionally for sloppy kisses and quick fondles. He had had enough foreplay.

He shoved her against the wall and entered her. With each thrust he willed her to know his feelings and thoughts. A thrust promising he’d always protect her. A trust promising not to leave her behind, like some of the others. A thrust begging her not to leave him by choice. A thrust asking for forgiveness for the secrets he had been keeping from her. Thrusts for each time he put her in danger. Thrusts for each time she came back to him. Thrusts for each time he came back to her. And the most damning thrust of all, the one that sent him over the edge, the one that said he loved her.

He rested for a moment, then kissed her as he pulled out. He used his fingers to finish her off. He put his hand to his mouth to clean it up. She quickly removed it and did the job for him.

He turned off the water and they went into the other room. They collapsed on the bed; both too exhausted to do anything but light touches and passes of lips.

After a brief nap, something woke the Doctor up. “Rose,” he shook her gently. “Rose, wake up. Do you hear something?”

She gave an unattractive snort and bolted upright. “What’s that?”

“That noise, do you hear it?”

“Oh, that just my mobile.” She went to curl back up with him. She jumped back up. “I should probably get that. Now where is it?” He shrugged. “It was in my pocket. Which, if I recall, is in the hall.” He tried for remorseful but it came off as male smugness. She rolled her eyes and went to retrieve it.

She returned with it attached to her ear. “It was Mickey, he left a message. Sounds like needs our help. Tell you what, I dial, you talk to him.” He nodded in agreement.

“Mickey boy, it’s the Doctor, you rang?” Rose emerged from the bathroom in her kimono and silently told him she would start the cleaning. He nodded and returned his attention to the phone.

By the time she returned he had hung up and started to dress. “We have a mission. How do you feel about returning to school?”

She sneered briefly but the chance at adventure overrode the notion. “What do we do first?”

He pulled her to him. “This,” and kissed her soundly. “Then, we check the lottery numbers.”

She looked confused but excited and ran to her room for some clothes.

He left her to it and went to the control room to find the information to put his plan into motion. He couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever lay ahead would mean some changes for them. He hoped they were for the better.