The Bits In Between

The Doctor showed Mickey how to access the video archives. He was currently laid out on an enormous cushion on the floor of the study in football fan’s nirvana. The Doctor smiled at his male companion and had a look around.

Since he regenerated, he had done very little redecorating. The most noticeable changes were in here, in the study. The sofa was gone. It had been replaced with Mickey’s cushion and its twin, a pair of overstuffed recliners set at angles, and in the middle was a chaise lounge. Quilts and blankets were dropped over the three standing pieces, Rose’s influence.

The mood was decidedly casual. Rose had found a pair of sweatpants and spare t-shirt in the wardrobe room to tide Mickey over until they went back to get him his own things. The Doctor was untucked, tieless and rolled up. Rose, well, he didn’t know what she was up to.

Mickey cheered at the screen and then shivered. “Why do you keep some of your rooms so cold?”

“I keep asking him the same thing.” Rose appeared and grabbed a blanket from one of the chairs. She chucked it at her mate, who gratefully accepted it and wrapped himself up. She was also following the dress code of the day. She was in bare feet, jeans and a zip top, that if the Doctor was not mistaken, was usually worn with something underneath it and she wasn’t. She ungracefully flopped onto the cushion next to Mickey. The Doctor perched his glasses on his nose, picked up a random book and settled down on the chaise.

After a while, Rose remembered why she didn’t watch football and stretched. She looked around for a more comfortable place and found the perfect one. She stood, picked up the blanket from the chaise and placed herself there. The Doctor barely looked up and shifted to make her more comfortable lying on him and between his legs.

They had recently given up trying no to be so tactile with each other. It didn’t work with Jack and it certainly didn’t work with Mickey. They kept the kissing and excess grabbing to minimum around him, but the rest was too hard to stop.

She played with the hand that wasn’t holding the book. He occasionally took it back to flip a page but it always found its way back to hers. Some time passed and the hum of the video screen and the feel of a warm body soon lulled him into a light doze.

Rose lifted her head and smiled fondly. His mouth was opened a bit and his glasses slightly skewed. She took the book from his hand and put it beneath the chaise. She carefully removed his specs and joined them with the book. She shifted slightly and manoeuvred his arms around her.

She about fell asleep herself when she felt one of his hands caress her arm. She smirked and snuggled closer to him. The Doctor opened one eye and saw Mickey completely absorbed. He decided to be brave and pulled the blanket and Rose further up his body. He leaned his head down to mummer in her ear, “Let’s play a game I like to call ‘How Quiet Can Rose Be?’” He carefully unzipped her top. He was pleased to find she was wearing the front hook again and was just a pleased to pop it open.

He traced and teased her, fingers straying from breasts, nipples, stomach, anywhere he could touch. He felt her breath quicken and body tense then release. He kept his eyes closed and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

She whimpered. “Now, now, you don’t want to lose already do you?” She shook her head. Both hands delved into the top of her knickers and kneaded her lower abdomen. She squirmed but stayed silent. She rested her hands lightly on his forearms.

He put one hand further in and softly traced her slit. She groaned. “You keep that up and I’ll stop. I don’t think you want that.” She bit her lip and put pressure on the arm currently occupied. The other pulled out and played with her breasts.

His fingers alternated between touching that sensitive button and actually entering her. She started to buck against him, keeping her movement as subtle as possible. She couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her.

Mickey turned to find the Doctor asleep and Rose looking pained. “You alright?”

“Cramp, it’ll be fine.” Mickey shrugged and was sucked back into the match.

“Points for creativity. Well done.” He pressed harder. She gripped the side of the chaise with one hand and helped him fondle her chest with the other. He felt her getting closer. Her movements were getting more erratic. She came hard with a tremendous sigh.

“Congratulations. You win.” She had an idea. She could feel how she had effected him. It was poking her in the back. He helped her set her clothes right and went to settle back in. He wiped his fingers on the blanket.

“Can I collect my prize now?” He quirked an eyebrow at her in confusion. He tried not to look shocked as he felt his zip going down. She reached in and gripped him firmly. It was his turn to suppress a groan. “Now, now, you keep that up and I’ll have to stop. I don’t think you want that.”

That was playing dirty, turning his words against him. She stroked him steadily and quickly. He didn’t last long and she opted to catch most of what he expelled also in the blanket. She put him back into place and rose up to kiss him. “I guess we have some washing to do. This isn’t going to Mum.”

She got up, taking the blanket with her. He waited a few minutes and also got up. He put his hands in his pockets and whistled as he went to follow her. He planned on finishing what they both started.