Words Unspoken
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1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,785
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Dr Who. I make no money or profit of any kind off these writings.
Words Unspoken
Title: Words Unspoken.
Pairing: The Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler.
Rating: M for angst & of course Smut.
Spoilers: Everything…just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Not mine, this makes me sad.
Word Length: 1,270.
Beta Babe: Tigg71.
A/N: After much help and re-working from the wonderful tigg71 this is now readable (thank god!) and so I am putting it back up. The Doctor is OOC hence the words “I love you” and the setting in this can be anywhere or ‘when’ the reader desires. This little piece came about from thinking about the end of season 4. Don’t cry emo Time lord.
This also inspired my little fic: 'Allotropic Forms' (Physics Term):
Elements that can have several different structures with different physical properties, for example- graphite and diamond are two allotropic forms of carbon.
"Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?"
- Macbeth.
~Until All Is Dust~
Rose remembered the first night he came to her as she was drawn out of sleep. As if under the lure of some fae song calling her to consciousness in the hushed dark of her bedroom. She remembered the way he stormed her in every way. Descending upon her like an ancient warrior god claiming his territory, completely alien.
Giving Rose no time to blink, or even draw a breath before her reasoning was torn from her as his hands pulled her thighs apart as the Doctor gazed down at her as she sat up finding his looming shadow at the foot of her bed. Rose felt her lungs tighten under the heavy weight of his gaze. Trembling she watched as he drew the sheet slowly from her leaving her clad in nothing but a brief pair of undies and singlet top.
"Tell me now if you don't want this Rose."
His voice was hoarse, breath ragged as he cupped her in abrupt shocking intimacy. Retaining one hand there as his movements precise and assured he undressed before finally removing his hand now wet from the fabric damp with her growing desire.
"Tell me," he demanded.
“Be with me now,” she whispered to him in the night.
"I need you, Rose. I need you to take away the taste of them all on my skin."
His face made Rose quiver at the pain and suffering etching his thin features, as he pushed her gently back until she was once more lying in her bed,. Rose could feel all the deaths of those he was never in time to save in the heavy on the air. A silent dark third presence reflected in the Doctor’s brown eyes.
Rose moaned against his throat in the dark as she kissed along the line of his jaw, unable to help herself give in to him as he pushed her deeper under her rising desire. She clutched his short brown hair desperately and pressed herself into his narrow cool hand as his fingers re-discovered her sliding over her slick heat, stroking softly.
"Forever," he corrected, pushing two long fingers into her.
"I want you,” The Doctor’s words uttered so low that she almost missed them amidst her gasps under his roaming hands.
His voice was bittersweet as his fingers moved roughly then tenderly over her body. Rose moaned, almost hating herself for wanting this so much even knowing the pain waiting for her in the future. Almost hated him, even as she relished the feel of him pressed against her, relished the sensation of his cool length rigid against her thigh.
"I need this.”
With little warning or preparation he entered her in a surge that was just short of uncomfortable pain, making Rose catch her breath and wince as she felt his need only just restrained. As if he was desperate to crawl under her skin. Rose gradually softened around him and then as they began to move she fell into the storm.
He marked her as he came in harsh silent shudders, sharp teeth sinking into her skin. His, tongue soothed the painful sting; cool against her skin, like the syrupy wetness of his release inside her.
~ And Ever After ~
The second time he came for her Rose knew herself lost forever in that brown gaze. She felt herself drowning in the darkness of his stare, a helpless victim to her body surrendering, even before his hands were cradling her bare shoulders. Carefully he pulled back her thick hair and with firm precision kissed the nape of her neck.
His breath cooled her skin, awakening every cell in her body, as his lips softly trailed up from the base of her neck to the side of her jaw. Rose watched the curtains of her new bedroom tremble slightly in the night breeze as she felt his words tighten around her.
"I need you."
The Doctor whispered pushing the sheet down her body to pool around her hips as she sat up in her rumpled bed. Her nipples hardened, exposed to the air. Rose half imagined he could already smell her surrender damp between her legs. The Doctor’s arms caging her to him making Rose feel torn between wanting to run from all that he represented to her world. And yet still she was caught as always by her need for him at her side, making her arms cling to him just as hard as he held her, a hold only just short of painful.
"I love you,"
He panted into her sleep tussled hair, trembling as he moved torturously slow undressing with her help. Hasty fumbling of hands and arms in the quiet of her room, until frustrated the Doctor withdrew from her arms just enough to drag and rip at his clothes and then he was covering her body once more, placing himself between her legs. Rose forced herself not to beg him to move faster. Rose knew he would only move slower if she did, perhaps stop entirely. Rose remembered how she had learnt one night in the dark, in what now felt like a lifetime away, how expert the Doctor was in sexual torment. With a controlled move he finally slid inside Rose closed her eye’s tight as he filled her.
Rose remembered how the Doctor could and would keep her on edge for intermittent lengths of time, drawing every sensation out until she was unable to form words. She could only promise with her touch, as she did now, giving him everything and anything but the words he wanted most from her. Rose held tight to her continued refusal to admit what he needed to hear. As long held reserves within her after so much pain and endurance left her unwilling to break a silence holding back words etched into her heart.
"Tell me you love me,” he pleaded softly.
The Doctor held one of her hands over her head pressed against the tangled sheets, his fingers entwined with hers each still touching the other wherever they could reach. His skin damp with the cool sweat that Rose had learnt was peculiar to him, slick under her free hand; muscles taut and flexing with frustration against her silence.
Her hand was hot as she cradled his face, gazing into wild dark eyes, so alien, as he poured his release into her. Until finally Rose let go, even as she knew he might not always be there to catch her as she fell.
Rose came in hard shudders under his wiry body and for the first time, in a very long time, whispered back.
"I love you Doctor."
Fin.
Pairing: The Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler.
Rating: M for angst & of course Smut.
Spoilers: Everything…just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Not mine, this makes me sad.
Word Length: 1,270.
Beta Babe: Tigg71.
A/N: After much help and re-working from the wonderful tigg71 this is now readable (thank god!) and so I am putting it back up. The Doctor is OOC hence the words “I love you” and the setting in this can be anywhere or ‘when’ the reader desires. This little piece came about from thinking about the end of season 4. Don’t cry emo Time lord.
This also inspired my little fic: 'Allotropic Forms' (Physics Term):
Elements that can have several different structures with different physical properties, for example- graphite and diamond are two allotropic forms of carbon.
"Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?"
- Macbeth.
~Until All Is Dust~
Rose remembered the first night he came to her as she was drawn out of sleep. As if under the lure of some fae song calling her to consciousness in the hushed dark of her bedroom. She remembered the way he stormed her in every way. Descending upon her like an ancient warrior god claiming his territory, completely alien.
Giving Rose no time to blink, or even draw a breath before her reasoning was torn from her as his hands pulled her thighs apart as the Doctor gazed down at her as she sat up finding his looming shadow at the foot of her bed. Rose felt her lungs tighten under the heavy weight of his gaze. Trembling she watched as he drew the sheet slowly from her leaving her clad in nothing but a brief pair of undies and singlet top.
"Tell me now if you don't want this Rose."
His voice was hoarse, breath ragged as he cupped her in abrupt shocking intimacy. Retaining one hand there as his movements precise and assured he undressed before finally removing his hand now wet from the fabric damp with her growing desire.
"Tell me," he demanded.
“Be with me now,” she whispered to him in the night.
"I need you, Rose. I need you to take away the taste of them all on my skin."
His face made Rose quiver at the pain and suffering etching his thin features, as he pushed her gently back until she was once more lying in her bed,. Rose could feel all the deaths of those he was never in time to save in the heavy on the air. A silent dark third presence reflected in the Doctor’s brown eyes.
Rose moaned against his throat in the dark as she kissed along the line of his jaw, unable to help herself give in to him as he pushed her deeper under her rising desire. She clutched his short brown hair desperately and pressed herself into his narrow cool hand as his fingers re-discovered her sliding over her slick heat, stroking softly.
"Forever," he corrected, pushing two long fingers into her.
"I want you,” The Doctor’s words uttered so low that she almost missed them amidst her gasps under his roaming hands.
His voice was bittersweet as his fingers moved roughly then tenderly over her body. Rose moaned, almost hating herself for wanting this so much even knowing the pain waiting for her in the future. Almost hated him, even as she relished the feel of him pressed against her, relished the sensation of his cool length rigid against her thigh.
"I need this.”
With little warning or preparation he entered her in a surge that was just short of uncomfortable pain, making Rose catch her breath and wince as she felt his need only just restrained. As if he was desperate to crawl under her skin. Rose gradually softened around him and then as they began to move she fell into the storm.
He marked her as he came in harsh silent shudders, sharp teeth sinking into her skin. His, tongue soothed the painful sting; cool against her skin, like the syrupy wetness of his release inside her.
~ And Ever After ~
The second time he came for her Rose knew herself lost forever in that brown gaze. She felt herself drowning in the darkness of his stare, a helpless victim to her body surrendering, even before his hands were cradling her bare shoulders. Carefully he pulled back her thick hair and with firm precision kissed the nape of her neck.
His breath cooled her skin, awakening every cell in her body, as his lips softly trailed up from the base of her neck to the side of her jaw. Rose watched the curtains of her new bedroom tremble slightly in the night breeze as she felt his words tighten around her.
"I need you."
The Doctor whispered pushing the sheet down her body to pool around her hips as she sat up in her rumpled bed. Her nipples hardened, exposed to the air. Rose half imagined he could already smell her surrender damp between her legs. The Doctor’s arms caging her to him making Rose feel torn between wanting to run from all that he represented to her world. And yet still she was caught as always by her need for him at her side, making her arms cling to him just as hard as he held her, a hold only just short of painful.
"I love you,"
He panted into her sleep tussled hair, trembling as he moved torturously slow undressing with her help. Hasty fumbling of hands and arms in the quiet of her room, until frustrated the Doctor withdrew from her arms just enough to drag and rip at his clothes and then he was covering her body once more, placing himself between her legs. Rose forced herself not to beg him to move faster. Rose knew he would only move slower if she did, perhaps stop entirely. Rose remembered how she had learnt one night in the dark, in what now felt like a lifetime away, how expert the Doctor was in sexual torment. With a controlled move he finally slid inside Rose closed her eye’s tight as he filled her.
Rose remembered how the Doctor could and would keep her on edge for intermittent lengths of time, drawing every sensation out until she was unable to form words. She could only promise with her touch, as she did now, giving him everything and anything but the words he wanted most from her. Rose held tight to her continued refusal to admit what he needed to hear. As long held reserves within her after so much pain and endurance left her unwilling to break a silence holding back words etched into her heart.
"Tell me you love me,” he pleaded softly.
The Doctor held one of her hands over her head pressed against the tangled sheets, his fingers entwined with hers each still touching the other wherever they could reach. His skin damp with the cool sweat that Rose had learnt was peculiar to him, slick under her free hand; muscles taut and flexing with frustration against her silence.
Her hand was hot as she cradled his face, gazing into wild dark eyes, so alien, as he poured his release into her. Until finally Rose let go, even as she knew he might not always be there to catch her as she fell.
Rose came in hard shudders under his wiry body and for the first time, in a very long time, whispered back.
"I love you Doctor."
Fin.