The Bits In Between

The Doctor couldn’t help but grin back at Rose. “Permission granted, Lewis. That was so sexy by the way.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes. Are you as turned on as I am?”

“A little.”

“How much is a little?” He leaned into her so that their lips were almost but not quite touching.

“A bit.” Every time she leaned towards him, he pulled back slightly.

“Is that exactly a bit?”

“Ish.” That was enough. He pulled her to him as they captured each other’s mouths, and then pulled back, panting, foreheads touching.

“Turn around and face the console.”

“What?”

“Do as I say.” She did and was surprised when he came right up behind her. And even more surprised when he undid her belt, opened her jeans and shoved them and her pants down to her ankles. “Spread your legs as far as you can and brace yourself.”

The whisper was low and husky against her ear. She didn’t dare turn to look as him as she followed his instructions. She heard a zip and moments later felt his erection press against her. With a bit of manoeuvring, he slid in.

He placed one hand beside hers on the console and the other went around her front to help her along. This was going to be quick and he wanted it to be worth her while.

They bucked and thrust erratically against each other. In the back of his mind he hoped no one would pass by because they would have gotten the wrong idea with the screams he was pulling out of her.

As promised, it was hard and fast and they came together in an explosion.

“Blimey.” He murmured on the back of her neck.

“Wow.”

“Other expressive words.” They laughed as he slid out but stayed pressed against her. They took a few more moments to calm down. “So, where did these detective skills come from?”

Only the Doctor would have such small talk after what they’d just done. She answered as they righted themselves. “I have a cousin on Dad’s side in Manchester. He’s a DCI. I used to worship Sam as a kid. Maybe it’s in the Tyler genes.”

“Maybe. Come on, we’ve got a girl to see.” He kissed her briefly and headed out the door.

She stumbled a little as she followed him. As she grabbed his forgotten coat, she hoped strength returned to her legs. Or that no one would notice. She didn’t fancy explaining to strangers that she’d just had a quickie against the console.
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He squeezed her hand a bit tighter as she shuddered behind him. Sometimes he wished he’d never promised to be honest with her but he had the awful feeling of dread and he wanted to prepare her.

He knew he was selfish. He didn’t want to share her with anyone. At the same time he didn’t want to open himself up to the pain of losing her. Maybe he was subconsciously pushing her away to make it easier for himself. Maybe it was too late for that.

She had told him that Sarah Jane told her that some things were worth getting your heart broken for. He knew without a doubt that this between them was his. It was going to utterly destroy him when she left him, no matter how it happened. He’d willingly opened himself to emotions he thought were dead after the war. Ones he hadn’t allowed himself for his own planet. He loved her and was loved in return. That made things simple and complicated.

“Sorry you missed the ceremony. Was a bit busy.”

She was too relieved to have him back to push things too far. “We have to talk later.”

“I know. We will. Can we just enjoy this for now?”

“Yeah. Just know you’re not getting off the hook.”

“I know and we will talk. I won’t hold anything back. I promise.” He turned so that he could hold her properly. They stood in the street in each other’s arms, oblivious to the world. “Let’s go home.” He felt her nod against his chest and they went back to the TARDIS.

Through unspoken agreement they went straight to their bedroom. They undressed and readied themselves for bed as if everything was normal. However, as soon as they reached for each other, the façade of calm was gone.

There was a desperation from each of them in their coupling. They kept rolling back and forth, each vying for control. They bit, sucked and even scratched as if they were showing the world physically how they knew they had branded each other emotionally. It might have seemed violent or vulgar to others but they knew the marks were made from a deep love. They ended up sitting with her legs wrapped around him, making them equally in power.

They stayed together for long while after they finished, her heart and one of his aligned, beating in unison. Whatever he felt coming wasn’t going to tear them apart. Not yet. As long as they were each other’s arms, everything would be alright.

He ran a hand through her hair while she drew figures on his back. “Have you thought about what events you want to go to tomorrow?”

“Yep.”

“Going to elaborate on that?”

“Nope.”

“Alright then. Sleep?”

“Sure.”

“Talkative.”

“Uh huh.” They slid beneath the covers right back into an embrace. They kissed again and she draped herself over him. She fell asleep soon after. He held her close and stared into space, challenging whatever was coming, just like he did with the black hole. They overcame that, they would this too. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to let it take her away. He also knew deep down some things he’d have to give her up for. And only if it meant there were no other options. Why did love make everything more complicated?

With other companions, he could have left them behind somewhere sheltered and not feel much remorse. With her, however, he was torn. He had half a mind to put her in a glass box where she’d always be safe. At the same time he wanted her by his side, no matter what. She made it worthwhile. He also knew she wouldn’t let him leave her somewhere safe. It was one of the many reasons he loved her.

He decided right then and there they were going to live life to the fullest. No dwelling on what might be. When she was gone, he was going to remember the good memories. He intended on making a lot more of them with whatever time they had left, whether it be days or hopefully decades. The day finally caught up to him and he drifted off.

As usual, he woke long before she did. He used to get up and tinker about until she casually mentioned she missed him in the morning. He knew she wasn’t asking but it made him at least be in the room when she woke. He would still occasionally disappear for a bit, always returning, sometimes bringing whatever object had his attention, other times breakfast, which they would happily feed each other. This morning he just watched her, brushing stray hair from her face.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever tire of looking at her. He tried to imagine how she would age. If Jackie was any indication, it would be well. And with the exercise programme he offered, she’d stay fit. He’d resisted the temptation to look at her future and see for himself. He wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to not stop the things he didn’t like. Love made people stupid about things like that.

She shifted, exposing a breast in the process. He lightly ran his fingers down her neck to the breast, then softly teasing it. She moaned. He checked to make sure she was still asleep and continued his ministrations. She murmured, “Doctor…Don’t stop…So good.” He couldn’t have stopped the self-satisfied grin if he tried. He replaced his hand with his mouth and gently sucked the nipple. As expected, she woke. “That’s one hell of a wake up call.” He smirked up at her and she smiled back sleepily. “Come here.” They kissed good morning and he sat up.

“So, have you decided where we are going?”

“Oh yes.” He didn’t quite trust the gleam in her eyes.
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He had been tortured before. However, this was the time that was going to do him in. The woman he loved was driving him slowly mad.

It had started as soon as she got out of bed. As was now their habit, they entered the loo together. She politely declined his offer to join her in the shower. He brushed his teeth and started to get ready to shave. He had managed to lather his face when he stole a glance. The razor stopped half-way up. He wondered why he thought clear glass worked well for a shower door.

Rose was slowly running a flannel over herself. “You sure you don’t need any help?”

“Positive.” He couldn’t be certain, but he thought she was spending extra time on his favourite bits. He felt the shaving cream drop on his arm. He decided he didn’t need to shave. Wasn’t scruffy trendy at the moment? He knew he couldn’t stay in there and not touch her.

She eventually emerged wearing only that brilliant strapless bra and another pair in what seemed an endless supply of impossibly tiny knickers. He was sure he’d ruined quite a few pair in his haste to get her undressed. It was with some pride he noted the slight bruises on her hips that would match his fingers and another peeking out of the bra that would match his mouth.

She had put her hair up and smelled lovely. She silently walked over to him and handed him a tube of something. He saw it was sun screen. Well, they were going to be outdoors then. She had turned away from him. He slowly rubbed the cream into her skin. He was about to remove the bra when she spun and snatched the tube away. “Ta!” She practically skipped away from him.

He grumbled as he dressed much like he did the day before: Henley instead of the usual shirt and tie. He decided against the coat, just wearing the jacket. He’d just finished tying his trainers when she came back.

She was wearing the most evil of all clothing: the sundress. Oh, it looked innocent, what with its floral pattern and all. But he knew better. It hugged her in the right spots. It was practically transparent when lit from the back. The neckline looked demure but he was at the height that allowed him to see straight down. It had a wicked strap that refused to stay on her shoulder, causing her to adjust it ever so often. Her legs were bare and she wore tiny girly trainers. She looked positively edible and any sane man would think the same. Well, there was no way he was letting her out looking like that.

“Ready to go?”

“Absolutely.” There went that plan. “What’s in the bag?” He motioned to the large one on her arm.

“The essentials.” She pulled out the sun screen, which she opened and dabbed on his nose. She showed him various snacks, a thermos and a small fan. She then produced a pair of sunglasses for herself and placed a pair on him. She took his hand and led him to the door.

“What are we going to see then?”

“Swimming.”

“Right! I quite like swimming. In fact, I don’t think I’d like anything more than swimming.”

Several hours later, after procuring them VIP seats thanks to the psychic paper, the Doctor thought he couldn’t dislike anything more than swimming. Men, well boys really, running about in skin tight spandex, dripping wet. It wasn’t decent. Neither was the way Rose was watching them.

And she wouldn’t even let him fix the rouge strap of her dress. She’d always brush his hand away. She had removed her shoes and hiked her dress up above her knees, thus turning all exposed skin a delicious golden colour. She was quite distracting. To top it all off, she had the nerve to hold his hand with no ulterior motives and smile at him. She was driving him crazy. She had no idea, did she?

Rose knew exactly what she was doing. Oh, she did want to see the swimming, but she also wanted to know his breaking point. She had planned everything from teasing him in the shower, to the sun screen (which she made him reapply regularly), to the outfit (she knew the strap wouldn’t stay up), to the choice of event, the attempt at a tan, the (not-so) innocent touches. He was squirming she was enjoying it. “Isn’t this great?”

“Oh yes, fantastic. Having a good time?”

“The best. Thank you.” She kissed him on the cheek, making sure to brace herself on his thigh. She felt him steel himself and had to turn to hide her smile. As she pulled back her hand, she made a point to lightly brush his crotch. She heard him groan under his breath. Things were going quite well. She still fully intended to have that serious talk with him, but as he said, she was going to enjoy this for the time being.

She leaned against him and whispered in his ear, “You know the best part of this event?”

“What’s that?” She noticed he couldn’t disguise the disinterest in his voice.

“There’s something everyday of the games. We can stop in anytime!” She ignored the look of horror he gave her. “Get me something cold? You know what I like.” She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She finally laughed out loud as he sulked away.

The woman next to her gave her a nudge. “That yours?” she nodded at the Doctor.

“Yes, it is.” The both watched him walk toward the concessions as Rose replaced her shoes.

“You’re very lucky.”

“I know.”

“Well done with all this by the way.”

“You think? I’m not sure I’ll hold it together much longer.”

“Oh, keep it up. He’ll break soon.” They saw him coming back. “Good luck!”

She smiled at the stranger and positively beamed at the Doctor. “Ooo! Ice cream!” She licked slowly, making sure to savour each little bit. “Mmmmm. This is perfect.” She watched him fidget and try to avoid looking at her out of the corner of his eye. “Oops, would you look at that! I dripped right down my dress.” She took a finger and cleaned up the trail. She slowly licked it away.

“Right we’re leaving right now.” He grabbed her and dragged her away. She just enough time to look back see her neighbour give her a thumbs up and grab her bag.

They made it back to the TARDIS in record time. After a quick scramble for the keys, the door was flung open. It was flung shut almost as fast. Rose found herself between it and a very determined Doctor. “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all day?”

She smirked at him. “I have a pretty good one.”

He shook his head is disbelief and pride. “You little minx.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

He answered by running a hand up her leg. He roughly ripped her panties away.

“You keep doing that, I’m not going to have any underwear left.”

“That’s the general idea.” He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. While they were kissing, she freed him from his trousers and he hiked up her skirt. With little effort, he slid into her.

They laughed as he took her against the door. “Assembled hoards of Genghis Khan, maybe. A desperate shag, let’s hope.” They laughed more as he thrust harder. She could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Go ahead. You’ve put up with me all day. Make it up to me later.” He kissed her gratefully and released into her.

“Give me a minute and the making it up will begin.”

“Promises, promises.”

After he made it up to her once, they made it to the bedroom. “So, swimmers, eh?”

“You really want to know what it is about them?”

“It had crossed my mind.”

“Hip flexors.”

“Hip flexors?”

“Hip flexors. You know the muscles where your hips meet your torso?”

“I know what they are. What about them?”

“Swimmers have very well developed ones. Yours aren’t bad either.” During the conversation, they had undressed. She came to stand behind him. “And I’ve always heard that if you rub them…” She did just that.

“Oh. Well, yes that’s quite nice. Would you care to see what else they can do?”

“Yes, please.”

“Right then. Bed.”

“This is all very civil. Very British.”

“Yep. Now, I’m going to shag you senseless.”

“Cheers!”

He rested himself in the cradle of her hips and effectively gave her a demonstration of the previously discussed muscles. “Look at me.” They kept eye contact until they climaxed together.

They spent the rest of the afternoon doing things that would have impressed a good deal of the athlete’s village. A long while later, they lay there content and exhausted. He had very thoroughly inspected her new tan and she had shown him what her hip flexors could do.

“You sure about swimming everyday?”

“Oh we’ll go to other things too.”

“Yeah? Anything in particular you have in mind?”

“Uh huh. Gymnastics.”

“Understandable, you being a former one and all.”

“Oh no, Doctor, men’s gymnastics. They’re very flexible.”