Sweet as Sugar
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1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
11,298
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dr. Who, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
5
Sweet as Sugar Chapter Five
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather is a wondermous beta! *glomp* Special thanks also to _Kali_ and and Venefican for y’all’s help! *muse kibble* for y’all. ;)
The Doctor opened his eyes slowly, a familiar smell teasing his senses. Breakfast, he thought. Breakfast at home. Where is home? The TARDIS doesn’t make me breakfast… I haven’t had that dish since I was a youngster… He sat up, keenly aware of his lack of clothing, the smooth and velvety texture of the sheets rubbing against his skin as he moved, teasing nerve endings to wakefulness. The ambient light in the room bathed him in a golden glow, like the last rays of a sunset kissing along his arms and legs and face. He knew that he was not alone but he could not see his company. “I’m the Doctor,” he said calmly. “Who are you?”
“We know who you are, Doctor,” a chorus of voices replied. “We’ve seen your mind. This is all for you.”
The voices were like silver rain, beautiful and ethereal, assaulting his senses with tenderness. The Doctor felt an unaccustomed tingling in his belly and throat, something akin to the first time Rose had smiled at him, something he had written off to acid reflux when it happened then. “Then you’ve one up on me. It’s hardly fair that I’m sitting here starkers while you’re hiding behind the curtains… Are there curtains? No matter. Let me see who you are and please bring my trousers with you.” He had been to planets were clothing was taboo, to places where it was the gravest insult a being could visit upon their host if they showed up wearing anything more than a smile. He was comfortable with his form, most of the time (though complaints about the still-new teeth still featured into most conversations about the current one) but now, he reflected, he would really like his trousers. A movement at the edge of his field of vision brought the Doctor’s head around, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. “Rose! What are you doing?” He clutched the sheet tighter around him, covering his nudity, his face draining of blood at the vision approaching the bed he had been placed on.
“I’m bringing you your trousers, silly,” she laughed, her pink tongue darting out to lick her full lower lip. Each step she took sent a slight tremor through her breasts, the tender mounds of flesh jiggling enticingly, not lewdly, in the warm light of the room. She was naked save for a thin silver chain around one ankle, a tiny charm winking as she moved towards him. “You asked for them, didn’t you?”
The Doctor could only stare as his mind worked furiously. Right… we went to free the females in the Ladies Market. Rose vanished, then Jack, and someone knocked me out. I wake up here… Where’s here? Is this a dream? Am I dead? This doesn’t look like any idea of the afterlife I’ve ever had. Besides, I’m due a regeneration if I died… “Yes, Rose,” he said pleasantly, “I did ask for them.” He willed himself not to let his eyes travel down her body, not to take in the subtle curve of breast and thigh, the smooth flesh of her stomach, gently rounded as only the human female body can be. He focused instead on her eyes, their clear brightness and the sparkling mirth in them. “What’s going on, Rose?” he asked, reaching for his trousers held in her right hand.
She laughed softly, holding the garment just out of reach. “Doctor, really… We’re in the Dome of Eros and all you can think about are boring things…” She sat on the edge of the bed, placing the trousers between them, almost like a barrier. “It’s so amazing, Doctor! I’ve seen so many things since we’ve been here… I never knew the human race would come this far!”
The Doctor debated for just a moment about getting dressed. To do so would require him to either slither into his clothing under the covers or stand and expose himself to Rose. Time Lords do not blush. He grabbed his trousers and dragged them under the sheet, maneuvering to slip into them as he fixed Rose with a stern expression. “You really should get dressed, Rose.”
“Why? Am I that repulsive?” she asked with a hint of a pout in her voice. She stood, her fingers going to her hair, then her lips, then her throat. “Jack said I’m pretty. He said I’m like spun sugar and gold…” Her smile curved, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned to rest her hands on the edge of the bed, near the Doctor’s knee. “Aren’t I what you want, Doctor? Aren’t I what you think about when it’s so quiet in your TARDIS, just you and the ghosts of your past?”
The Doctor felt the blood in his veins turn to ice. “Who are you?” he demanded quietly.
Rose’s lips parted but the voice that issued forth was not hers. Instead, it sounded like the choir of silvered voices from before. “I’m what you most desire, Doctor. I am your secret, your need, your want… You cannot lie to about it. You cannot hide it. It is laid bare for the Universe to see.”
He slid from the bed, careful not to touch this figure that looked like Rose. She was exactly as he had imagined her, if he had to admit it to himself. Every freckle, every curve and dimple and everything. She moved like Rose, she could sound like Rose, but she was not, he knew with sickening certainty, Rose. Fastening his pants, he felt in his pocket for his sonic screwdriver. The door was visible just past Rose’s doppelganger and he was sure he would need his trusty device to open it. “You know what they say about assuming,” he said as pleasantly as possible. “Where is Rose Tyler? Where is Jack? For that matter…where am I?”
The figure of Rose seemed to shimmer briefly, then with a sound like an aggravated sigh, it vanished. Standing before him were three women, no higher than his lowest ribs, each one identical to the next. Their hair gleamed darkly in the room and their eyes were purest black. Each wore a long shift of shimmering violet and silver, the colors blending together and making a prism effect on the small female bodies. It looked as if their garments were made of liquid crystals, flowing from the silver, star-shaped clasps at their shoulders to the puddle of luscious fabric at their feet. His eyes flicked to their skin, gray like metal but bearing no trace of hardness. They seemed to be made for pleasure, their expressions languid and very appearance inviting to the touch. He knew they were beautiful, in a way, but he could not place their species or culture. “You are in the Dome of Eros, as we said,” they replied in unison. “And you’re ruining our fun.”
“Too bad. Where are my companions?” He took a step towards them, smiling grimly as they retreated several feet. “Tell me now or I’ll have to make you.”
“You will not harm us, Doctor. Not when we have not harmed you. We merely offered you what you wanted most.” The three figures shimmered and levitated off the ground, bringing themselves to his eye level. “Your Rose is far away, in the Temple of the Lady. She will serve Her well.”
“Take me to her. Immediately.” He ran his thumb along the sonic screwdriver, it’s comforting weight keeping him centered. “Take me to her and Jack.”
“Jack is another matter, ” they sighed. “He is…occupied. Bara has chosen him. Bara of the Endless Oceans. He will live forever there, always pleasured, always serving. ”
The Doctor felt his stomach roil, the implications of their statement seedy and off-putting. “Take me to Rose,” he repeated, taking another step forward. Jack can handle himself for a bit longer, he reasoned. Rose is still new at this…
The three women smiled. “ You will have your chance to see Rose. The display is this evening, when the domes are darkened. You can see her then, see what she has become… ”
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather is a wondermous beta! *glomp* Special thanks also to _Kali_ and and Venefican for y’all’s help! *muse kibble* for y’all. ;)
The Doctor opened his eyes slowly, a familiar smell teasing his senses. Breakfast, he thought. Breakfast at home. Where is home? The TARDIS doesn’t make me breakfast… I haven’t had that dish since I was a youngster… He sat up, keenly aware of his lack of clothing, the smooth and velvety texture of the sheets rubbing against his skin as he moved, teasing nerve endings to wakefulness. The ambient light in the room bathed him in a golden glow, like the last rays of a sunset kissing along his arms and legs and face. He knew that he was not alone but he could not see his company. “I’m the Doctor,” he said calmly. “Who are you?”
“We know who you are, Doctor,” a chorus of voices replied. “We’ve seen your mind. This is all for you.”
The voices were like silver rain, beautiful and ethereal, assaulting his senses with tenderness. The Doctor felt an unaccustomed tingling in his belly and throat, something akin to the first time Rose had smiled at him, something he had written off to acid reflux when it happened then. “Then you’ve one up on me. It’s hardly fair that I’m sitting here starkers while you’re hiding behind the curtains… Are there curtains? No matter. Let me see who you are and please bring my trousers with you.” He had been to planets were clothing was taboo, to places where it was the gravest insult a being could visit upon their host if they showed up wearing anything more than a smile. He was comfortable with his form, most of the time (though complaints about the still-new teeth still featured into most conversations about the current one) but now, he reflected, he would really like his trousers. A movement at the edge of his field of vision brought the Doctor’s head around, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. “Rose! What are you doing?” He clutched the sheet tighter around him, covering his nudity, his face draining of blood at the vision approaching the bed he had been placed on.
“I’m bringing you your trousers, silly,” she laughed, her pink tongue darting out to lick her full lower lip. Each step she took sent a slight tremor through her breasts, the tender mounds of flesh jiggling enticingly, not lewdly, in the warm light of the room. She was naked save for a thin silver chain around one ankle, a tiny charm winking as she moved towards him. “You asked for them, didn’t you?”
The Doctor could only stare as his mind worked furiously. Right… we went to free the females in the Ladies Market. Rose vanished, then Jack, and someone knocked me out. I wake up here… Where’s here? Is this a dream? Am I dead? This doesn’t look like any idea of the afterlife I’ve ever had. Besides, I’m due a regeneration if I died… “Yes, Rose,” he said pleasantly, “I did ask for them.” He willed himself not to let his eyes travel down her body, not to take in the subtle curve of breast and thigh, the smooth flesh of her stomach, gently rounded as only the human female body can be. He focused instead on her eyes, their clear brightness and the sparkling mirth in them. “What’s going on, Rose?” he asked, reaching for his trousers held in her right hand.
She laughed softly, holding the garment just out of reach. “Doctor, really… We’re in the Dome of Eros and all you can think about are boring things…” She sat on the edge of the bed, placing the trousers between them, almost like a barrier. “It’s so amazing, Doctor! I’ve seen so many things since we’ve been here… I never knew the human race would come this far!”
The Doctor debated for just a moment about getting dressed. To do so would require him to either slither into his clothing under the covers or stand and expose himself to Rose. Time Lords do not blush. He grabbed his trousers and dragged them under the sheet, maneuvering to slip into them as he fixed Rose with a stern expression. “You really should get dressed, Rose.”
“Why? Am I that repulsive?” she asked with a hint of a pout in her voice. She stood, her fingers going to her hair, then her lips, then her throat. “Jack said I’m pretty. He said I’m like spun sugar and gold…” Her smile curved, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned to rest her hands on the edge of the bed, near the Doctor’s knee. “Aren’t I what you want, Doctor? Aren’t I what you think about when it’s so quiet in your TARDIS, just you and the ghosts of your past?”
The Doctor felt the blood in his veins turn to ice. “Who are you?” he demanded quietly.
Rose’s lips parted but the voice that issued forth was not hers. Instead, it sounded like the choir of silvered voices from before. “I’m what you most desire, Doctor. I am your secret, your need, your want… You cannot lie to about it. You cannot hide it. It is laid bare for the Universe to see.”
He slid from the bed, careful not to touch this figure that looked like Rose. She was exactly as he had imagined her, if he had to admit it to himself. Every freckle, every curve and dimple and everything. She moved like Rose, she could sound like Rose, but she was not, he knew with sickening certainty, Rose. Fastening his pants, he felt in his pocket for his sonic screwdriver. The door was visible just past Rose’s doppelganger and he was sure he would need his trusty device to open it. “You know what they say about assuming,” he said as pleasantly as possible. “Where is Rose Tyler? Where is Jack? For that matter…where am I?”
The figure of Rose seemed to shimmer briefly, then with a sound like an aggravated sigh, it vanished. Standing before him were three women, no higher than his lowest ribs, each one identical to the next. Their hair gleamed darkly in the room and their eyes were purest black. Each wore a long shift of shimmering violet and silver, the colors blending together and making a prism effect on the small female bodies. It looked as if their garments were made of liquid crystals, flowing from the silver, star-shaped clasps at their shoulders to the puddle of luscious fabric at their feet. His eyes flicked to their skin, gray like metal but bearing no trace of hardness. They seemed to be made for pleasure, their expressions languid and very appearance inviting to the touch. He knew they were beautiful, in a way, but he could not place their species or culture. “You are in the Dome of Eros, as we said,” they replied in unison. “And you’re ruining our fun.”
“Too bad. Where are my companions?” He took a step towards them, smiling grimly as they retreated several feet. “Tell me now or I’ll have to make you.”
“You will not harm us, Doctor. Not when we have not harmed you. We merely offered you what you wanted most.” The three figures shimmered and levitated off the ground, bringing themselves to his eye level. “Your Rose is far away, in the Temple of the Lady. She will serve Her well.”
“Take me to her. Immediately.” He ran his thumb along the sonic screwdriver, it’s comforting weight keeping him centered. “Take me to her and Jack.”
“Jack is another matter, ” they sighed. “He is…occupied. Bara has chosen him. Bara of the Endless Oceans. He will live forever there, always pleasured, always serving. ”
The Doctor felt his stomach roil, the implications of their statement seedy and off-putting. “Take me to Rose,” he repeated, taking another step forward. Jack can handle himself for a bit longer, he reasoned. Rose is still new at this…
The three women smiled. “ You will have your chance to see Rose. The display is this evening, when the domes are darkened. You can see her then, see what she has become… ”