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La Petite Mort (chapter 9)
A Clockwork Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, if I did, the TARDIS would always be a'rockin' and Ten and Rose would never leave.Summary: The Doctor never saw fit to warn Rose about things that could happen. And then they happened. Doctor/Rose
Author's Notes: This chapter is adult.
Thanks: To JennyLD aka momdaegmorgan for plotting with me when I got stuck. And for holding my hand throughout.
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Rose ran down the hall, around the corner, and into her bedroom.
Bypassing her rumpled bed, she tore open the drawer on her nightstand and pushed aside a few items before finding the one she wanted. Clutching her prize triumphantly, she ran back to the console room as quick as she could. Although, now that she thought about it, this was going to be awkward. And, perhaps, embarrassing.
Her steps slowed a little as she neared him, hiding her hands behind her back. "Sorry."
He was lying on the grating, head turned in her direction, one hand down his pants. "I understand," he gritted, but she could see that he didn't. He thought she was leaving him to his fate, and he didn't look at all understanding about it. "See you when I regenerate, yeah?"
She snorted and knelt beside him, rubbing her hand over his pants, cupping his balls. "Not a chance."
He came, eyes still on hers widening as her words sank in. "Then, what was with the running out of here?"
"Oh," she said casually, "nothing really. Just thought... I mean," clearing her throat--god, she was doing that a lot lately--she fiddled with the item still behind her back. "Well, there's this--"
His eyes left her face, drifting down to where her arm circled around behind her. A teasing tone lightened his voice. "What have you got there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow when she merely looked away. "Ro-- um. Rory?" His eyes slid from hers, landing somewhere near her stomach. "No, that's not right."
"Rose," she corrected, fighting tears again.
"That's the one!" he crowed, snapping his fingers and grinning at her. "My Rose. What have you got behind your back?"
Ignoring the pain that slipped through her heart at his loss of memory, she ran her thumbnail along the object and shrugged. "Just something to help." His eyebrows rose questioningly. "With my problem."
"Ah." He lay back on the floor with a sigh, watching her, smiling at her, waiting. And then he shot up like a catapult, grinning at her. "You have lube."
She felt her face burn at his words, which were more a taunting accusation than anything else, done in a teasing tone, but still. This was something she hadn't wanted the Doctor to know. He knew she did things at night. Masturbated. He knew that, he'd as much as said so in the kitchen earlier. And his other body, the mean one, he'd mentioned it as well, but knowing details like that she used lube was too much for her to take in. All that came out in answer was a strangled sound.
"Oh, you're a naughty Rose when I'm not around," he teased, voice low-pitched and husky.
How could he possibly do that? How could he feel anything for her at this point? She didn't understand. But, apparently, he did. He wanted her. She could see it in his eyes, and on his face. Could practically feel it radiating outward from him. He wanted her so badly, and she wanted him just as much. They'd been denied each other too long and this was it, their chance to have one another.
But first there was the matter of the lube.
The circumstances weren't exactly romantic or erotic; it was shag or die. And how did they get into these sorts of situations? Really, it was becoming almost routine.
The Doctor was watching her with his dark gaze, and though she felt a pull of something drawing her in, she didn't feel any closer to being aroused. When she made no move toward him, he licked his lips. "Don't mean to rush you, Rose, but..."
"I know." She did. In fact, she was acutely aware of it. He was dying. They needed to shag. On demand. Not exactly the hot, steamy time she'd imagined almost nightly. Well, there was only one thing for it.
She crossed her arms over her stomach, reaching for the hem of her nightshirt and drew it up over her head. The material was thick, and with a quick movement, she bunched it up and bent over the Doctor, raising his head to slip it underneath him like a pillow.
A tongue, wet and warm, pressed to the side of her breast and she nearly dropped his head at the unexpectedness action.
Glancing down, she saw him grinning at her. "Strawberries and cinnamon."
Moving back into her sitting position beside him was harder to do than taking her shirt off, because now she had to sit bare before him. He'd seen her naked plenty of times, but this was just awkward.
Forcing herself not to think about it, she stood up to slide her slippers and pajama bottoms off. Bare feet on the metal flooring, she tossed a quick glance at the Doctor under her lashes; he was still watching her. Every move she made, his eyes followed. Occupying herself with her clothing, she discreetly slid the bottle of lube inside one slipper and kept her eyes on the small pile she'd made.
He glanced at her bunny slippers and chuckled a little. "Shagging like bunnies," he mumbled, slipping a hand between his legs almost automatically.
Drawing her eyes down the length of his body she noticed that he was still fully clothed. That might make things a little difficult. Kneeling beside him, she untied the laces on his trainers and pulled them off along with his socks. Trousers now. Those would definitely get in the way. Fingers curling into the material, she caught his eye and lowered them slowly, as best she could with him lying down.
He raised his hips and lowered them again, all while stroking himself and watching her.
He seemed to like to do that. Watch her. She understood that, because she really liked to watch him too. Just not when he was like this. Under normal circumstances, she liked to watch enjoyed watching as he rushed around the console, working frantically to get them wherever it was that they were going. Liked to watch as he stepped out of the doors of the TARDIS and explained where they were, and what planet they were on. What the people were like. Why they needed to run for their lives again.
She just liked watching him: her Doctor.
And touching him, of course. That was a given. She scooted up beside his waist and bit her lip. Undressing him while he masturbated was an unusual experience. It certainly wasn't helping the awkwardness any. So, she decided she needed to turn it into a seduction rather than a cold, clinical disrobing reminiscent of hospital staff undressing a patient.
She leaned over and kissed his chest, pressing her lips to his warm body, almost shuddering at the sensation. He was too warm. His skin should be cool, not warmer than hers. Flipping her hair out of the way, she locked eyes with him and sucked and kissed her way down to his stomach, stopping to swirl her tongue along his hipbone. Her finger slipped under the waistband of his pants and lowered them; first one side and then the other.
She could hear the Doctor's harsh breathing, could feel his hand moving slowly on his cock. Her hair, she knew, was brushing against his both. With a lick of her lips, she lifted her head and gazed at the motion of fingers stroking hard flesh.
She was just inches away now, and with an urge borne of temptation, she darted her tongue out and licked the base of his cock.
His reaction was immediate. He jerked and stilled, but not because he was spent; he was waiting, in anticipation, of her next move.
"Rose," he begged, his throaty voice more than she could bear. His hand left his erection and settled in her hair, pushing gently, encouraging her to taste him, to take him into her mouth.
She did so, scooting closer in order to be able to hold him still while she wrapped her lips around his length. Her tongue teased the tip for a moment before she began to move on him. Just seconds later, his hips bucked up, stronger than before and he groaned loudly.
He slid free of her mouth with a wet pop and his fingers tightened their grip, pulling her hair before releasing it and dropping his arm to the side. "Th-- thank you."
Licking her lips, she grinned at him. "Now my mouth's all tingly."
He snorted a laugh and sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he rested.
Though the moment had been lightened considerably, Rose still felt awkward. This was usually the part where Mickey rolled over and fell asleep, leaving her unsatisfied. But, she wasn't quite turned on yet, so that didn't matter. It was the knowing part. Knowing that he was soon going to be just as aroused as a minute before. That he was going to need to get off, repeatedly, while she struggled to become excited.
Trailing kisses to his shoulder, she left behind a wet path with her tongue as she scraped her nails along his hip.
Every other time they'd had sex it'd been frantic and hurried, touching and clawing and good and now, now, now. This time, however, the rush wasn't the sex part; it was the time they had left before the Doctor died.
Her mouth paused on his shoulder as she tried to shove those thoughts aside. They weren't conducive to getting in the mood.
The Doctor was just lying there, she noted, flushing hotly. He wasn't moving anything except his chest as he breathed in and out, and she realized a second later that he probably wasn't really enjoying this. Nor would he.
His hand rose to her hair again, brushing the strands back from her face as they fell forward.
She shivered at the feel of his rough fingertips trailing along her cheek and temple, threading through her hair and back down to the ends.
The clock was ticking.
"You're embarrassed," he whispered against her forehead. "Why?" She felt him shift under her slightly and lifted her head to see what he was doing. His hand was holding up the lube she'd hidden in her slipper. "This?"
She grabbed it from him and held it out of his reach. "Shaddup."
"Number one Doctor recommended," he chuckled into her ear and she laughed, resting her head against his chest, feeling it rise and lower slowly. His hand was still in her hair, trailing through the strands with slow fingers. "Hate to be a bother," he muttered, and she sat up.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." Playing her finger around the rim of the cap, she avoided his eyes and tried to push her embarrassment away. This was life or death and she was putting her own shame in front of his life. Sitting straighter, she opened the bottle and started to tip it over into her palm. Sudden as a shot, the Doctor's fingers were wrapped around her wrist.
He sat up more quickly than she would've thought possible in his current state and took the bottle from her.
"Wha--" she began, but he didn't answer, he simply encouraged her to uncross her legs and maneuvered them into position over his, scooting her forward until she was between his legs and practically nose to nose with him.
Darting a glance at his face, she saw his eyes drop to her lips, but he didn't kiss her like she expected him to. He simply moved back a little and poured the bottle into his left hand. "I want to do this for you."
She was pretty sure her insides turned to mush at his husky tone and the heated look he was giving her. "You don't have to--"
"No, I really, really want to do this for you." Setting the lube to the side, he placed his dry hand on her hip, caressing the skin there before he lowered his other hand between her legs.
"O-- okay." A sharp breath escaped her as he cupped her gently, moving his fingers lightly over her folds, letting her get used to his touch. His skin was so hot now, burning her from the inside out as two of his fingers slipped inside her. Her nails dug into his arm as he pressed up and into her with small, sensuous movements. "God, that... yeah, that helps."
Oh, it was definitely a start. He was sliding into her again and again, deeper each time, definitely getting her started. Oh. Dropping her head to his neck, she moved against him, feeling his thumb caressing her clit briefly before his hand stilled. There was movement along her inner thigh and she knew it was him hardening against her leg. She let out a shaky breath. "I think," she began, then had to swallow thickly before she could continue, "I'm good now. And since you are too..."
His lips brushed against her temple before he slid back to the floor, arms dropping to the metal grating. Her body clenched at the loss, feeling empty without his fingers caressing her, without the weight of his hand between her thighs, without his arm snaking between their bodies. "Think you're gonna have to do most of the work," he panted, lying still beneath her.
Climbing carefully to her knees, she straddled his waist. Feeling his eyes on her, seeing his hands clenching in the tail ends of his shirt, she knew he was itching to take care of himself, but that would defeat the purpose here. She needed him hard.
Hovering, she took him in hand, then waited to see if he was going to come immediately or if she'd be able to slide down on him. He gasped and held his breath, but remained hard. Amazingly, gloriously hard. Holding his erection still, she lowered onto him, gasping at the feel of the tip pressing against her entrance.
God, how was she getting turned on by this?
"Rose," he bit out, clutching at her thighs and moving higher, grabbing her hips. "Down, now."
She bit her lip and lowered herself over him slowly, drawing out each centimeter, making him hiss her name out again. Once he was completely sheathed inside her, they both held still, eyes locked, mouths open and panting.
He swallowed.
The sight of his Adam's apple moving along his long neck made her clench him tighter.
Flattening her hands on his stomach, she adjusted her position and tried to get comfortable, but the grating beneath her knees was hard and painful.
The Doctor's fingers tightened on her hips, nails digging in as deep as hers had on his arm. "Can you... just--" he bit out, urging her to move on him.
"Yeah." Lifting herself up, she supported most of her weight on her hands, feeling the Doctor's muscles clench beneath her palms and fingers. This wasn't going to work. Settling her hands instead, on the floor beside him, she lowered herself again, and felt his hips buck up. His cock softened inside her as he dropped backward, breathing heavily.
She held herself still, clenching her muscles, in order to keep him from falling out.
He recovered rather quickly and she leaned down to kiss his lips, hovering just above his body, not touching him. She didn't want to overwhelm him, but it was also helping her to get aroused, this teasing non-touching. Just a bit. She didn't think it'd be enough though, not as quickly as needed, but every little bit helped.
His lips were dry and rough against her own, his tongue so slow that she was doing most of the kissing. It was pleasant, but not enough to fuel the fire that was currently only just smoldering in her center. "How long do we have?" she asked, pulling free and resting her arms on his chest, settling her chin on her hands.
"Thirty-two minutes when you first found me," he mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. "So, that leaves approximately..."
"Eleven minutes," she gasped, sitting up in horror. His gaze returned to her, his eyes watching her levelly. "It's not enough time. I can't--"
He wrapped his arms around her briefly, but tightly. "We have all the time in the universe, you and me." When her eyes shot to his incredulously, his lips curved up a little. "No pressure."
Right. No pressure.
Shifting a bit on her knees, she sighed. "This floor isn't helping."
He lifted himself up on his elbows and reached over to her pajama bottoms. Instead of grabbing the brushed cotton covered in moons and stars however, he hooked his fingers into her bunny slippers. With a wink, he tossed one to her. "Use this." Lightly prodding her other knee, he slipped the one he was still holding underneath and waited for her to do the same. An infectious grin lit up his face and he hummed happily in the back of his throat. Unbelievably, Rose found herself grinning back.
She was sitting on the Doctor, with his softened cock inside her, waiting for him to get hard again, with bunny slippers beneath her knees.
Yeah, their lives were slightly different than most.
He shifted his hands from her hips to her sides, fingers trailing as softly as ghosts on the wind. "Forget about the time, Rose. Don't worry about it. Look at me."
Reaching behind her, she rested a hand on his thigh, scraping her fingernails along his skin. Her eyes settled on his, taking in the lazy heat not quite pushed aside by the pain. When he began to harden inside her, she leaned over and kissed him again, enjoying the fullness of him filling her up once more. Her tongue played with his, slowly drawing out the pleasure as her breasts brushed against his chest.
He moved his hand down between his legs as automatically as he'd been doing for the past--
She pulled free of him as his fingers met with their melded bodies and stilled. "How long?" she asked, trying, trying so hard to move past the countdown in her head, trying to not to think of the Doctor dying again and becoming another man. She clawed her nails down his chest, flicking his nipple with a fingertip and then leaning forward to soothe the sting with a wet kiss and a sweep of her tongue. "How long have you been at this?" she couldn't help herself from asking.
"Hours," he said through gritted teeth, finding and rubbing her clit gently, slowly, trying to build her up to her climax.
But now wasn't the time for gentleness. Joining her hand with his, she showed him the rhythm she wanted, needed, if they were to have a chance in hell. "Hours of getting yourself off?" She gasped as a shock of arousal slammed through her body. "That's good... like that."
"Mmm." He sat up with a grunt and wrapped his arms around her, more anchoring himself to her than holding her close. After a moment of stillness, she changed positions, wrapping her legs around his waist and then began to move. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest, nipples rubbing against skin in a pleasing way as she slowly lowered herself over him. It was awkward, being in this position, but the Doctor was trying to help by sliding his hands under her thighs and lifting and lowering her with gentle pressure.
His breath burst on her neck every few seconds, the effort almost too much for him.
She could feel his hearts beating against her chest, and knew they were too slow. She whimpered and moved faster, trying to get her body to respond more quickly, but it wasn't happening. Every thought of pleasure led to one of pain and death.
One of his hands slid up to her neck, brushing her hair from her shoulder with a gentle swipe. "You're beautiful. You know that?"
She felt tears sting her eyes and clawed her fingers into his back, holding him closer, trying to bury herself deep inside of him. "Don't die."
A breathless chuckle left him, warming her neck with his moist breath. "I'm trying not to."
Her arms loosened and she pulled back from him, sliding one hand to the nape of his neck, holding him still for a fierce, desperate kiss. Her lips had barely touched his before she felt him shuddering beneath and inside of her. A wet chuckle escaped her. "It's the woman who's supposed to have multiple orgasms." Pressing another kiss to his lips, she whispered, "Always gotta be different."
He wrapped his arms around her again, holding on to her, trying to keep himself up so that he didn't collapse against the floor. She could see the exhaustion in his eyes and etched into the lines of his face.
"Maybe it's the alien in me." He waggled his eyebrows, trying to smile, but was interrupted by a cough.
She bit back the concern and panic that washed over her, cooling off the little bit of ardor she'd been feeling, and moved on him, swirling her hips, wanting to force his arousal, though she had no idea if that would work. Did she have any influence over what he felt now? Or was it all the drug? "I think it's more the alien..." she reached down between their legs and touched him, chuckling when he shuddered, "...in me."
His lips curved up in a phantom smile, gone before it fully appeared.
In the back of her mind, a clock was ticking down the seconds, marking them off like pages in a calendar. Her smile faded as quickly as his and she hid her face in his neck, not wanting him to see that she was beginning to give up.
Still, she continued to press kisses against his skin. To trail her hands down his shoulders and sides.
It wasn't going to be enough, she knew. She'd never be able to come like this. Not in the amount of time they had left.
Six minutes.
Almost as if he heard her thoughts, he smoothed a hand down her back and pulled away, not letting her hide from him. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and caressed softly. His dark eyes dropped to her mouth, a small breath escaping him as he shifted under her and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "Stay with me," he whispered into her mouth, sliding his tongue along her lower lip before pressing a butterfly kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"I'm trying," she whispered back, dropping her lashes to hide the ache forming in her chest.
Forcing back the tears she was struggling against, she pressed into the palm of his other hand as it slid around her side and over her stomach, trailing up to cup her breast, where he rubbed firmly with his thumb. He thrust under her without leaving, just a press deeper inside that sent awareness through her.
Awareness that he was still buried within her. Still filling her.
Even as exhausted and ill as he was, he was trying, and that made her feel ashamed. He wasn't giving up, so why was she? Well, she just wouldn't, that was all.
She arched into his touch.
His eyes roamed over her breasts where one of his hands played with her nipple, flicking and pinching it while the other hand slipped between them to rub over the bud of nerves at her center. He began to harden inside her and she wasted no time, immediately beginning to move on him, long, slow strokes that lit a fire in her. She wasn't sure though if it was him wrapped around and buried inside her or the love and need that was written plainly on his face.
His hand slipped off her breast, landing heavily on her thigh. She took it in hers, threading their fingers together.
A breath hitched in her throat when his other hand moved back as he lowered himself to the floor, watching her, trying not to look as bad as he obviously felt. His hips thrust up occasionally, trying to help her along, but he was losing the battle.
Reluctantly releasing his hand, she placed both of hers on his thighs, curving backward to find as much leverage as possible. The Doctor was gasping, clutching the tails of the shirt still hanging off of his shoulders.
She needed to come, needed to in order to save his life.
Desperation poured through her and she moved faster, rising and lowering on him, striving to keep him hard long enough for her to save him. Long enough to come. "I can't do it," she sobbed, no longer fighting the tears seeking escape. "You're gonna die and it's my fault. Again."
"No," he ground out, hips thrusting hard into hers. A second later, he squeezed his eyes tight, burying himself to the hilt inside her. She let another sob escape her when he grunted and went limp.
"Four minutes," she breathed. "Four minutes and then you'll die."
The Doctor opened his eyes and looked at her. "Not to worry," he said almost cheerfully, giving her a toothy grin.
Rose seated herself on him again, staring as her fingers rubbed her clit. Confusion poured through her. "What?"
"Oh," he scratched his head ruefully, looking around them. "Didn't I tell you? Always mean to tell them, and never do. And don't you listen to Romana either, I am not scatterbrained." He brushed those words away like they were an annoyance he couldn't be bothered with. "Water under the bridge and all that."
Her eyes widened on him, mouth dropping open, but the Doctor didn't notice.
"See, there's this thing my people do when we're dying," he continued, sitting up and getting right in her face. She moved back a little, trying to see him without going cross-eyed. His unusual behavior wasn't helping her comfort level either. "It's called regeneration."
"I-- I know," was all she could think to say. He was delusional and they only had a few minutes left. She felt a nauseating sense of despair wash over her. They'd never make it in time.
"Kills and re-grows every cell in my body and-- what do you mean you know?" He frowned thunderously and his features hardened. "How could you possibly know? Not as if we go around announcing it to every alien in the universe." He glared around the room and bellowed. "Romana!" But then, his eyes returned to hers and he looked at her very intently. A smile broke across his lips and he looked quite pleased. "Oh, I see. But, you're not alien, are you?"
Rose's lip started to tremble. "Doctor?"
His eyes sharpened on her and the lack of recognition in them frightened her. "Who are you?" he demanded, shifting beneath her. His eyes went wide. "We seem to be naked."
Rose couldn't help the watery laugh that escaped her at the prim sounding words. "Yes," she chuckled. "Yes, we are." Swiping angrily at her eyes, she drew in a deep breath. "Doctor, please, you have to remember. Time is running out and I can't do this myself. I'm Rose. Rose Tyler."
"Ah, this is awkward," he continued as if she hadn't spoken, "because, you see, I generally don't go around being naked with young women I don't know, and yet, here I am, naked with you. And we seem to be in a bit of a bother."
He blinked at her, then suddenly grabbed at his chest, gasping.
"Doctor!" She reached out to grasp his arm, but he batted her hand away.
"No, don't touch me." His teeth were bared, his body beginning to respond to the drug again. "I need," he gasped, panting for breath, chest heaving up and down as he clutched at it. "I need..." his eyes found hers and there was a primitive sort of urgency there. "I need you."
Tears slipped from her eyes as his hands clutched her hips and urged her to move. "Doctor, please, you have to help me."
His death grip on her hips let up and one hand settled on her cheek. "Don't cry," he said softly, sounding reassuring despite the clipped way he spoke. "Brave heart, Tegan." He settled back on the floor, furrowing his brow. "Tegan?" Closing his eyes, he shook his head. "No," he whispered, "not Tegan."
One-and-a-half minutes left.
Closing her eyes, Rose ignored the Doctor in front of her for the Doctor she remembered. He was still hard, still urging her to move, but she didn't think he was actually paying any attention to what was going on around him.
She rubbed her clit, thinking about her Doctor.
Warmth spread through her as she thought of him bursting into her room, waking her up just because he wanted to share something with her. A planet, a celestial happening, a joke, it didn't matter; he always seemed to want to share everything with her.
She clenched tight and began a steady rhythm of rocking on him, blocking out his ramblings about Nyssa and Trakken and someone called the Master.
In her mind, she saw his grin, the one that was always there for her, no matter what.
Her hand cupped and caressed her breast, pinching the nipple, gasping as a shock of pleasure shot through her.
The way he held her after a death-defying trip. So tight. Always so tight and so long that she felt like he was trying to burrow inside of her, and she wanted him to. Wanted to burrow inside of him as well.
She thrust her hips down on him, feeling heat swamp her body. She was wet now, with her body's own natural lubricant and she clamped down on his cock. He'd stopped muttering and she felt his fingers tighten on her hips, nails digging into tender flesh.
His scent. Metal and musk and tea and that special scent that was just <I>him</I>.
Thirty seconds now.
Clinging tightly to his cock, she rocked her hips and fumbled her finger over her clit. Seeking, needing, trying so desperately to come.
The warmth of his laughter reverberated in her ears.
Twenty seconds.
The fingers on her breast were brushed aside as his took their place. Her eyes shot open and she was face to face with the Doctor, her Doctor. He sat up and grinned. "I remember now, sweet Reinette."
Pain sliced through her chest and she blinked back tears of disappointment. She couldn't stop now, though she wanted to, god, how she wanted to. It wasn't his fault, she knew. He couldn't help it, he was dying, but it still hurt.
It still made her catch her breath and choke on a sob. "Not Reinette," she whispered, dropping her head to his shoulder, tears slipping from her eyes. She held him tight and stroked his back with one hand, running the other through his hair, burying herself in him as far as she could one last time.
Ten seconds.
His finger moved over her clit as he turned his head to hers, placing his mouth beside her ear. Hot, moist breath tickled her hair. "No," he breathed. "You're Rose Marion Tyler... keeper of my hearts."
Joy and pleasure rocketed through her, filling her up and sending pulses of heat through her body, starting her heart pumping again.
Two seconds.
Rose came so hard, she didn't even feel the Doctor's release. She rode out the waves of pleasure, taut and straining above him, her inner muscles grasping his cock, rocking ever more slowly above him.
With a shuddering gasp, she collapsed against him.
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