The Bits In Between

The Doctor took Jack down the winding halls to a room. He figured it would be safer that way. He trusted Rose explicitly. It was this “Captain” he didn’t trust. He made sure Jack’s room was far from Rose’s and his space.

He felt like a jealous git. Probably because, at the moment, he was one. If he had any say in it, no one else was going to touch his Rose. His Rose? Now, he was a possessive jealous git. This was no way for a Time Lord to act. And yet, he couldn’t control it. Didn’t want to, really.

He had fallen hard for a 19 year-old shop girl. It was the most glorious and awful feeling. Of course, he had cared for many people over his many years but not like this. Not since he and Susan ran away. The war just made sure that he would close himself off completely. Except this girl got to him.

She was trouble. She was jeopardy friendly. She was, to use one of her terms, slightly chavvy. She wore too much eye makeup. She argued with him. She flirted constantly with most males they came into contact with…She challenged him. She made him laugh and smile. She was beautiful. She made him feel like he could move mountains. He could move mountains, but that was beside the point. And she was sexy.

He knew he was playing with fire from the first him he kissed her. She was worth the burn. But his control was quickly running from him and he no longer could see why he kept it anyway.

He walked back to the control room to find Rose still dancing about. She had taken off her jacket and shoes. She was humming along to the music, it had now moved into her contemporary pop, and was happily oblivious to everything around her.

She was happy and content, due in no small part to him, and he felt the same. He didn’t want to interrupt her. He moved as quietly as he could to one of he pillars. He leaned against it and just watched.

Rose decided it was, all in all, a successful evening. They had reunited a family, picked up a new friend, and save the world. They had forgotten the milk. Oh well. On a personal level, the night was great. Met a handsome stranger, made the Doctor jealous and danced with him. Now, if she could find a way to “dance” with him. She couldn’t be sure but she thought her previous ideas that they weren’t compatible were false.

He wasn’t making things easy. She still flushed when she remembered the look he gave her when he was disarming the Chula ship. And she loved the rush she got when he dipped her. She loved seeing him so happy. It made her that way too.

She spun around and saw him looking at her. He looked very peaceful. She beamed at him a put out her hand. He pushed away from the pillar and took off his jacket. He tossed it on top of hers and quickly joined her.

“Rose, this really isn’t my type of music,” he said as they held hands.

“That’s alright. Just go with it. Mind the toes.” She attempted to show him some moves that her mates did in the clubs. He failed miserably but they were laughing so neither cared.

The music kept coming and changing, covering all sorts of time periods, which lead to more types of dances. Rose’s personal favourites were the tango (which she did badly) and the waltz due to their need to be close to each other. After awhile, when they were both tired and content, the TARDIS turned on a low romantic tune, perfect for slow dancing.

They held each other and swayed. Rose put her head on the Doctor’s shoulder and they linked hands. She thought the moment couldn’t get much better. She was wrong.

He took his free hand and cupped her cheek, moving her head so they looked at each other. Her breath caught when she saw the look in his eyes. She had seen that look before and knew what it meant.

The kiss beat all others. This one had passion, longing, gratitude, a flurry of every wonderful emotion, but at the forefront there was lust. When he pulled away, he knew there was no turning back, not when she looked like that. Her eyes fluttered. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted. She rocked forward to push herself to him.

“Come with me.” His already deep voice was husky and broken. He pulled her by their interwoven hands to his room. Rose’s logic thought she should be looking around, seeing what his personal space looked like. The rest of her, however, couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

“Doctor? I thought you said we couldn’t because we aren’t, you know, compatible.”

He smiled at her. “No, Rose. I said we couldn’t because, well, I don’t know anymore. I assure you, we most definitely are compatible.” He stroked the sides of face and kissed her. Her hand ran up and down his sides until they found their way under his jumper.

Simultaneously, the jumper and Rose’s shirts went over their heads and onto the floor. He pulled back to look at her. She felt self-conscious and went to cover herself with her arms.

“Don’t. Please don’t.” He went to his knees and put his hands on her hips. He kissed a trail from her stomach to her chest, then turned his head and rested it against her breasts for a moment.

She stroked the back of his head. He turned and kissed his way back down and released the button at the top of her jeans. He slowly pulled down the zip and pushed them over he hips. She stepped out of them. He stayed on his knees and devoured her with his eyes. She felt like a goddess. A goddess in a bra and knickers, but a goddess nonetheless.

To her surprise, he got up and headed into what she assumed was his bathroom. Hoping it was for a purpose and not a case of cold feet; she took off her underwear and climbed onto his bed.

She took the time to look at her surroundings. The room suited him, she decided. In one corner, there was an overstuffed leather chair and ottoman that matched his jacket and a small table covered with books, papers, and an antique looking lamp. The floor had a lush rug covering the unfurnished bit of it. Another corner had a wardrobe and dresser.

The bed had two side tables flanking it. The one on what was usually her side of the bed was empty spare a lamp. The other side, the one she could tell was his, had a matching lamp, a coaster for what she assumed was for a water glass, the sonic screwdriver, and a framed photo. It was of her. She rolled onto her stomach for a closer look. She remembered when the picture was taken. They were on some planet whose name she couldn’t say. They had landed during a festival. After eating too much, Rose was swept up into dancing with the locals. She knew she looked a mess when she heard her name. She looked up and heard a click. At the time she was furious and even now she wasn’t sure why he kept it. She made a mental note to remedy that situation.

The bed itself was a solid metal. No footboard or awkward bits popping up. The headboard was a simple arch with bars filing the space between. It looked delicate but was very strong. Just like him.

After what seemed a lifetime but was closer to two minutes, she heard a noise behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw the Doctor silhouetted in the doorway. “Now there’s a sight a man could get used to.”

”You know Doctor, it is considered quite rude to leave a girl all hot and bothered without an explanation.”

“Sorry, I had to, um, take care of something. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He stalked towards her like giant cat. She noticed he was barefoot and his trousers were no longer done up.

He stopped at the end of the bed. “Roll over.” She complied and he picked up her foot. As he climbed onto the bed, he kissed his way up her leg. She braced herself as he went higher, when, he stopped. He gave her a wicked grin and started down the other leg. Her groan of frustration turned to a whimper when he licked behind her knee.

“Now then, Rose Tyler, I said I would make it up to you. Sit back as I make this very memorable foreplay.”

“Doctor, all we have had is foreplay.” At this she pulled him to her mouth and put her feet at his hips to push down his trousers. He moved from her lips to her neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach, anything he could find. He paused to kick off his pants.

Now there were no barriers between them. “Are you sure about this because once this starts, I know I won’t stop. I'd never force you, but I'll never stop wanting you from now on.”

She gave slight nod and that was all he needed. His mouth was on hers as he reached between them to position himself and he thrust.

Everything was still. She had time to adjust to him. When she was ready she rocked her hips and they started to move. He took her hands and put them beside her head and linked their fingers. Her eyes started to drift close and she was making lovely noises that spurred him on. “Look at me.” She did and the discussion they had without saying anything at all was deep and fulfilling.

He could feel himself getting close but refused to ruin this for her. To distract himself, he started to count the number of languages he could insult people in. It wasn’t a great plan, but it was doing the job.

Her thrusts were getting less rhythmic and more desperate. To help her along, he released one of her hands to reach between them to touch, tease and play with her. It was enough. Her breath quickened and her eyes squeezed shut. Her gasps were accompanied by moans and she suddenly clenched tight around him and screamed. “DOCTOR!” That was enough for him as well and he let go.

They both took a moment. In that time Rose was beyond happy that she didn’t settle for some cheap, quick replacement. The real thing was so beyond what she expected. He rolled off of her and pulled her to him.

“So, what were you doing when you left me?”

“I was using some contraception.” He knew how clinical it sounded and cringed at himself.

“So, we’re compatible in that way too?”

“Rose, we are compatible in everyway.” He kissed her soundly and picked up the sonic screwdriver, clicked it and all the lights went out. That night they slept more peacefully and more comfortably than ever. And most importantly, they did it in each other’s arms.