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Rose huffed softly as she wandered down the halls of the TARDIS, searching for The Doctor. She had been looking for at least a solid ten minutes but to no avail, becoming frustrated and irritated. It was as if he didn’t want to be found. Eventually, she stopped and sighed.
“Come on, old girl. Can’t you give me a hand?” she begged aloud, looking towards the ceiling. After a moment of silence, the TARDIS hummed in agreement. Rose glanced down the hall to see a door that wasn’t there prior. She thanked the TARDIS and made her way towards it before pushing open the door.
“Doctor, I was- oh my god! Sorry!” she squealed, fleeing like a bolt of lightning as she slammed the door behind her. She blushed red like a tomato as she leant against his bedroom door, heart thumping at what must have been one-hundred miles per hour. She had just walked in on The Doctor wanking .
About fifteen minutes beforehand, The Doctor had entered his bedroom, asking the TARDIS to give him about ten minutes to himself. He had been tinkering away when suddenly he was overwhelmed with arousal, distracting him and making him feel hot and bothered. Initially, he ignored it and waited for it to fizzle away. Typically, Time Lords had expert control over their libido and could simply think it away if they so desired, but this had not been the case since Rose Tyler joined on board. No, his human companion had unknowingly been subjecting him to continuous sexual frustration, making him feel the most human he had ever felt. But he did take solace in the fact he wasn’t being a plain old pervert. He loved her deeply, and more than just mates. He had fallen in love with a human that he believed didn’t reciprocate, so all he had was pining and imagination. And with more hard-ons than he was previously used to, he couldn’t help but think about her as he catered to his newfound demand.
After hastily removing his tie and suit jacket in an attempt to cool down and trying to finish his task, he growled in irritation when he flicked his gaze down to his tented trousers and realised he would need to relieve himself. Although a smirk twitched onto his face briefly at the thought of experimenting with fantasies and thoughts about Rose, guilt washed over him, chastising him as a perverted weirdo.
‘Look at you, a nine-hundred-year-old Time Lord acting like a sex-crazed human all because of a twenty-year-old human who wouldn’t even dare to kiss you. Pathetic,’ were one of the many thoughts circling in his mind as he asked the TARDIS where Rose was. She telepathically informed him she was reading up in the library, researching. He thanked her and asked to be presented with his bedroom, hopping out of the grate and making a beeline for the nearest door.
Once inside, he didn’t waste any time getting down to business, unbuttoning his oxford to get some air on his hot, clammy skin. It seemed that his respiratory bypass refused to engage when he was aroused much to his inconvenience and bitterness. Once he had his shirt freed from his waistband and open, he flicked the button of his trousers open and yanked his zipper down. After a moment of consideration, he pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down to his knees, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He was ridiculously hard, already seeping and throbbing. Not even thinking about lubrication, he got to work, wrapping himself around his member and starting off with a few long strokes. His eyelids fluttered closed, bringing an image of Rose in his vision.
“Fuck,” he murmured, finding a comfortable rhythm as he conjured up a scenario in his head. The TARDIS echoed in his head, reminding him she was in the library. So that was where his mind wandered - fucking her on the library couch. Her hands wandered, as did his own. Locked in a passionate kiss. He imagined her voice moaning and breathing into his ear, and he could feel himself twitch. One hand clenched his member, the other clenched his sheets.
“So close,” he whined, picking up the pace and smearing his pre-come up and down his length. In his mind, she was close as well, fingernails digging into his back, feet into his thighs. As he drew close to his climax, he could barely comprehend the hum of warning the TARDIS sent into his brain, thinking it was his self-loathing trying to weasel his way into his consciousness. It wasn’t until he heard the door and a squeal that belonged to the subject of his fantasies that he realised the TARDIS was trying to warn him that Rose was about to walk in on him.
He cursed as he quickly tucked away his rapidly diminishing erection, embarrassment shutting down his lust in an instant. A flurry of English and Gallifreyian swears left his lips as he rushed to fix his appearance and duck into his en suite to wash his hands. He felt like Lady Macbeth as he viciously scrubbed at his skin, wanting to get more than just the cum off of his hands - guilt and regret. Out, damned spot. Once his hands were dried, he glanced towards the ceiling.
“Is Rose okay?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. The TARDIS’ hum let him know she was fine, merely shocked and spooked. He sighed with content, thankful he hadn’t traumatised or scarred her. But he had to address the situation, sooner rather than later. He shuddered at the thought of them not speaking to each other and sharing awkward eye contact as they passed each other in the halls. Or worse - she would want to go home. He could already feel the sting of Jackie’s slap on his cheek and her screeches of him being a disgusting, perverted old man.
He hesitated before asking. “Do you think it’ll be okay if I see her?” A long pause filled the space, and after a moment, the TARDIS assured him that approaching her was a safe move. With a sigh, he looked at his appearance in the mirror, his crumpled shirt and messy hair washing shame and revolt over him once more. Plucking enough courage, he finally left his bedroom and made his way to the kitchen.
During The Doctor’s panic, Rose had found herself in the kitchen. Her suspicion that the TARDIS had led her there was confirmed by a steaming chamomile tea in her favourite mug waiting for her on the bench. She smiled softly at the gesture and thanked her - a cuppa always soothed the Tyler’s.
A few minutes later, he arrived in the kitchen, loitering in the doorway as he watched her nurse the mug in her hands. His presence didn’t go unnoticed for long, her eyes flicking towards him a few seconds after he appeared. She had calmed down and taken the time to process what happened, ready to apologise to him in the hopes she wouldn’t be chucked off the TARDIS.
“Hello,” he mumbled, tugging his earlobe as his Adam's apple bobbed anxiously.
She offered a timid, polite smile. “Hi.”
He gestured to the seat beside her. “Mind if I sit?” She shook her head, turning to face where he would join her. The ten second stroll across the kitchen to her felt like ten hours, his body weight feeling heavy and straining underneath his feet. But he hid his nervous body language with his confident gait. He sat beside her, their gaze on each other unfaltering. She anxiously tapped her mug as he similarly drummed his knees with his fingers, both of them eager to speak but not sure who should go first. After a pregnant pause, both of them decided to initiate the conversation.
“I’m sorry,” they blurted simultaneously, equally looking embarrassed and mortified. After a beat and a long, unblinking stare, they laughed briefly at their unplanned unison, easing some of the attention. Rose took the opportunity to butt in, desperate to clear the air.
“Don’t apologise. I was the one who walked in without knocking and invaded your personal time. That’s not okay and… I violated you. I’m sorry.” The Doctor smiled at her and took her hand into his, giving a comforting squeezing which she returned.
“It’s okay, it really is. I’m sorry because you shouldn’t have been subjected to seeing me like that. I don’t care about my privacy and whatnot, I care about your comfort,” he murmured quietly, running his thumb over her knuckles and tendons.
Rose sighed. “I just don’t want this to change anything between us, yeah?” Relief overwhelmedThe Doctor, feeling much more relaxed about the situation with her concern. He hadn’t screwed things up, thankfully.
“Of course not. We’re still best mates, even if you’ve seen me wanking. I mean, aren’t there a few human friendships like that? Friends who share everything?” She smirked at him and nodded.
“Yeah, there are, but I'm still sorry.”
“Well, let’s leave it as it is - we’re both sorry.” He released her hand, to both of their dismays.
“Agreed.” They smiled at each other in their resolution, eased they were able to digest the situation and move on. However, there was still lingering tension in the air. After all, it was only minutes before she had caught him, right before what she suspected was his climax. She imagined that would be excruciating and very unsatisfactory for him. And she was right - he was slightly irritated about not getting to orgasm, and there was no way he was going to pick up where he left off now. So with that, he stood.
“Right, I better go do some tinkering, make sure things are running smoothly. I got distracted,” he explained, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning away to exit the kitchen. Mid-walk, he realised what he had implied and paused, looking back at Rose with a grimace as he scratched the back of his neck.
“Sorry.” She merely laughed at him, shaking her head.
“Whatever, you plum. We’re already beyond the point of no return,” she teased. He giggled at her comment and exited, making his way to the console room.
He was glad to have a friend like Rose. He wasn’t sure if anyone could have handled this situation as well as she did.
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Hours later, Rose laid in her bed in her pyjamas, going over the incident for perhaps the hundredth time today. First and foremost, she was irritated at the TARDIS for not stopping her, and more importantly, acting as an accomplice in walking in on The Doctor. Why the hell would she lead her to his room when she most definitely knew he was having a wank? She wasn’t sure what the old girl was thinking, but she acted like nothing was wrong. Maybe she didn’t understand the privacy of the act. However, it didn’t lessen Rose’s feelings.
Then, she kept reflecting on their conversation in the kitchen, continuously questioning if she had said the right things and if he was lying to save her dignity. Sure, it was The Doctor, the most unphased, open, easy-going person she met, but it seemed as though masturbation had the same connotations for Time Lords that it did for humans. He was way too relaxed about her actions in her opinion. And god, the embarrassment and regret on his face almost made her tell him that she masturbates as well. It seemed as though it would be a comforting statement and help ease some tension, but thank god she didn’t. Sure, he probably already knew that she does, it’s an easy deduction for a knowledgeable Time Lord, but she knew he didn’t need that info told to him directly. She wouldn’t want to worsen things.
As she tossed and turned, running circles in her head, the scene she walked in on popped into her head. Her eyes widened, yelling at herself internally to stop thinking about it, but it was too late. The image of her lean Time Lord stroking himself, other hand propping his body up as he leaned back with his head tilted slightly up, flushed face screwed into a look of delight with his mouth dropped, slick chest heaving in time with his doubled heartbeat, creamy thighs spread to show his human-like member was now burned into her brain, refusing to leave. Framed and hung up in the gallery of her mind. And god, it was making her wet.
Admittedly, he had been the subject of her wanking for a while now, not too long after they started travelling together. He got her off hard, and it didn’t help that her sexual desires were wrapped in a shiny red bow of love. She had fallen for him, so she couldn’t resist thinking about him in this way. And finally, after months of hypothetical images and experimenting with how he looked in her head and the things they would do, she had a real source. She knew what he looked like now, and she couldn’t help but push away her sheets. She couldn’t help but pull off her shorts and knickers. She couldn’t help but slip her hand down to meet her already soaked and sensitive flesh.
She couldn’t help herself.
Although they had discussed today’s event, The Doctor still felt tremendous guilt. Sure, she didn’t know that he was masturbating to the thought of her, but he did, and that was enough to make him want to make up for it. With that, he set off to find Rose with the offer of fine dining on a beautiful planet many light-years away. It wasn’t her beloved chips, but he knew she couldn’t resist alien culture, especially food.
And he made the same mistake she made without a second thought.
“Rose,” he announced as he pushed open her door. His eyes met the image of her writhing underneath her fingers, mouth dropped open and brow scrunched into a look of bliss. And as he entered, he very clearly heard her moan his name. Moan his name. Her head flew up as quickly as she threw a blanket over herself. But unlike her, he didn’t run.
“Doctor!” she squeaked, “What are you doing?” For the second time that day, her cheeks burned. But she was on the other side of the situation this time. He stammered briefly, waving his hands aimlessly in a number of gestures as he attempted to gather coherence. But the one thing that stuck in his head was that she moaned his name. It was burning through his conscience, the one thing he could focus on. And then it hit him.
“Wait, hold on, are you wanking off to me?” he asked, finally stilling in all the chaos as he stared at her with a confused look on his face. She stared back at him, chest heaving from her heavy breaths. He tried not to linger at the sight of her pebbled nipples poking through her shirt, but her flustered, red cheeks and lust-hazed eyes weren’t that good of an alternative.
“Maybe,” she muttered. He dryly swallowed at her confession, his palms becoming clammy.
“Well, what would you say if I told you that earlier today I was wanking off to you?” She blinked at him. He blinked back, transforming his bewildered face into a look of suggestion - one eyebrow quirked, mouth hung open.
“Well then I would tell you to get over here,” she grinned, tossing away the blanket. He grinned back and made his way to her in a dash, hovering over her before pulling her into a passionate kiss. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair, and as her hands moved past his face, he caught a whiff of her scent on her fingers. Gods, it nearly made him come right there and then. One hand steadied himself whilst the other rested on her naked hip, the feeling of her skin pulling a gravelly moan from him.
They snogged hard and with intention, much better than Cassandra’s on New Earth. His clothed hips pressed against her bare ones, sending shivers through the both of them. The heat that radiated from her, the dampness soaking his trousers and the overpowering scent of her pheromones quickly provoked him, an erection tenting against his pants within minutes.
During this, their hands and lips travelled, moving along their bodies and necks. Rose found The Doctor was fixated on her pulse point, continuously nipping and sucking at it as his hands sneakily travelled downwards to cup her nude bum. The deep groan that he gave at the sensation of his hands on it made her involuntarily buck her hips. Meanwhile, she made good work on his jacket and oxford, now getting a good look at his hair-dusted chest up close and personal, running her hands down his smooth skin and hardened muscles. She giggled when his abdominals clenched at her touch, feeling powerful as he became putty within her hands.
But as her hands slipped downwards to unbutton his trousers, she hesitated. He sensed it immediately, pulling his lips away from her now discoloured neck with a furrowed brow and moving his hands to sit respectfully on her waist, rubbing slow, soothing circles with his thumbs, his touch featherlight and pressure non-existent. Just friction.
“Is everything alright?” he breathed, licking his lips. The sight sent a sensation down to her core. She slipped her hands up to caress his cheeks, and he gently placed a kiss against one of her palms. “Tell me, darling.”
“I just need to tell you something before we go on with this, because I can’t let this be a casual, no-strings-attached shag. Not with you.” He nodded in understanding. She closed her eyes for a moment before looking into his, her irises looking golden. A shiver rolled through him as he gazed at a reminder of Bad Wolf, recalling the kiss they shared in his former body. One that she didn’t remember.
“I love you.” The breath he hadn’t realised he was holding was released as he beamed with delight, a giggle escaping his lips. He moved his hands up to caress her face as well.
“I love you, too,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
She laughed as their kiss broke. “Thank god. I was so scared you wouldn’t feel the same.” They rested their foreheads against each other, simply basking in the joy of their confessions as if they weren’t in the middle of trying to shag. His smile widened as he realised this was no longer a shag.
He pressed a light kiss to her lips. “Can I make love to you now?” he asked softly.
“Please do so,” she purred, hooking a leg over his waist and bringing him against her body. He gave a flirtatious giggle and grabbed the end of her shirt, pulling it off of her in a sensual, slow-paced tug, his knuckles grazing the soft skin of her stomach. Flinging the cotton across the room, he dove down and wrapped his lips around her left nipple. She gave an appreciative moan as his tongue swirled, her nails digging into his shoulders. He cried with victory in his head.
After providing some much needed attention to her breasts, he trailed across her sternum.
“So, Miss Tyler,” he breathed as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the valley of her breasts, “in what way were you thinking about me?” he mused. She laughed, slipping her hands downwards to grope his bum.
“I think you know, Doctor,” she teased, giving a tight squeeze.
He gave a false hum of uncertainty. “I don’t really think I do. I need you to tell me,” he chuckled deeply, kisses moving upwards and fixating on her collarbones, nips now thrown into the mix. She huffed jokingly, deciding to indulge in his teasing.
“I was thinking about you wanking. It was a pretty gorgeous sight, I reckon we should commission a renaissance artist or something,” she murmured, nipping at his earlobe.
He lifted his head to look at her, giving a wolfish grin. “Oh really?” She nodded, his head dipping down to her neck once more as her fingers trailed along his shoulders.
“Yeah. But I think the real question that should be asked is in what way you were thinking about me?” He paused, looking up again and staring deeply into her eyes. A shiver rolled down her spine, his fingers grazing her skin.
“Today? Well I knew you were in the library, so I envisioned us shagging on the couch,” he whispered, leaning in close and breathing his warm breath on her lips. “But I have hundreds of scenarios and images burned into this mind of mine. How about you?” he questioned, pecking her lips
“Oh yes, I have plenty.”
“We’ll have to try them out sometime.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we’re in a time machine.” They both smirked at each other before pulling each other into a deep, passionate kiss once again, their bodies pressed against tightly. Wanting to see him completely bare, she slipped a hand between them, brushing against his rock-solid erection and prompting him to break their kiss. He kept close against her as she unbuttoned and unzipped the pinstripe trousers, her feet locking around his waist and pushing them down. He finished the removal, somehow looking sexy as he kicked them off his legs and moving back to her. She revelled as he sat up on his knees, only clad in dark grey boxer briefs.
“Knew you were a briefs man,” she smiled triumphantly. He smirked back at her, hovering over her once again. Pressing his lips to her ear, his warm breath hit her skin, sending chills down her spine.
“How close were you?” he murmured in a low, husky tone.
“Very close,” she whimpered. His slender fingers dipped down, slipping past her damp curls to stroke her saturated slit. A moan left her lips, and his smirk widened.
“Rasillon, you’re soaked. This is what I do to you?” he hummed, nipping her earlobe. She nodded with a breathy sigh. He set a smooth, pleasant pattern, his fingers sliding up and down, waiting to enter.
She tilted her head back and gave a needy cry. “God, I’ve been wanking off to you since the early days,” she admitted, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. His knee slipped in between her thighs, cueing her to spread her legs.
“Quite right, too. Do you know you’ve completely skewed my libido, Miss Tyler? I usually can stop my arousal with a simple thought, but your presence has made me sex-crazed.” She bit her lip and smiled with pride as he peppered kisses along her neck and shoulders.
“Really?”
“Yep, and I think it’s about time that I finally satisfy myself,” he purred, pressing a thumb against her clit. She moaned deeply, her body clenching with pleasure as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. He bit his own lip and sighed with content.
“Gods, Rose, you’re everything I imagined and more,” he proclaimed in a whisper, moisture building onto his digits. His erection was straining hard, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep within her and bring her to the highest point of ecstasy over and over again.
“Doctor, I need you now,” she begged, bucking her hips. He nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips as he sat up and removed his briefs. He returned to her, lining himself to her entrance as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” With that, he slid in with ease, both of them moaning at the sensation. They paused for a moment, just holding onto each other as they adjusted. She pecked his lips, ready to continue. He began with long, slow thrusts, savouring the way she felt around him as she memorised the way he felt inside her. Her feet dug into his thighs, pushing him deeper into her, making him cry out. His thrusts began to quicken, and her hands moved to lay on the bed with her palms facing upwards. He glanced downwards and noticed them, sliding his hands over her palms and entwining their fingers. He kissed her briefly, moaning into her mouth.
“Rose, you feel so good,” he whimpered, burying his face into the crook of her neck.
“You too,” she mewled. They were both close to their climax, whispering the fact to each other. He could feel himself twitch, and released one of his hands to press his thumb against her clit. He matched his strokes with his thrusts, desperate to have them release close to each other. She wanted it too, and knowing she was just about to orgasm, she pressed her lips against his ear.
“Come for me, Doctor,” she asked. Her words had power, and with one final thrust and stroke, they both came together. He sank against her as they wrapped their arms around each other, taking time to recover. After a few moments, he lifted his head, seeing that his boyish grin was reciprocated by her own. He pressed light kisses all over her face, slipping out of her tenderly.
“Thank you, Rose. Thank you, so much,” he exhaled in between kisses. She giggled and kissed him gently.
“Thank you, too.” He laid beside her, wrapping his arm around her back as she rested against his chest. They gazed at each other with pure love in their eyes, his thumb circling her waist as she drew shapes on his chest. She planted a kiss on his sternum and sighed with satisfaction.
“I’m glad we finally did this,” she mumbled.
“Quite right, too.” They pecked each other on the lips, continuing to look at each other as if they were the only two things in existence. The warm, pleasant hum of the TARDIS broke the illusion, and The Doctor sensed her happiness. Rose paused for a moment, mid-shape, before chuckling to herself as a realisation crossed her mind.
“You know, I think the TARDIS has been a cheeky girl. She didn’t warn either of us before we walked in on each other,” she hummed, snuggling into his chest. They both glanced up at the ceiling, and after a moment, the TARDIS sent a laugh-like hum. In his head, she confirmed it. He gave a chuckle, glancing back to Rose as she returned her gaze as well.
“We should’ve known the old girl would play matchmaker,” he sighed. She shrugged her shoulders.
“Maybe we should thank her for it. Who knows when, or even if we would’ve gotten together?” she pondered. He merely smiled at her and leaned in close.
“Rose Tyler, I love you.”
“I love you too, Doctor.”