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Rose Tyler was a work of art. She stood shining in the purple twilight, head tilted back into the gentle rain that had begun falling over the town they’d just saved. The Doctor stood a few feet away, mesmerised by the way the lilac haze framed her body. The rain was starting to soak through her t-shirt, plastering it to her skin. An electric blue raindrop ran down her neck, stark against her pale skin, and every fibre of his being urged him to to go to her and wipe it away with his tongue, following its trail back up to nibble on her ear. He could already hear the breathy little noises she’d make, courtesy of her extreme vocal expressiveness. New sights, new smells, new tastes all released near-orgasmic sounds from her lips, and a very large and very un-Time Lord part of him wanted nothing more than to be the one to pull those sounds from her.
She turned toward him, and he quickly shook himself, pointedly ignoring how her nipples poked through what must have been an absurdly thin bra. He rushed to recall his blood from where it had gathered in his groin, a trick he’d been having to use far too often, as it seemed everything his companion did managed to give him a raging hard on. He was positively gone on the girl, and had been for ages, however long it had taken him to admit it, but whether he admitted it or not, it didn’t change the fact he couldn’t act on any of his salacious thoughts. For one, she was just twenty-two, and even without their 900-year age gap, his daft old face looked at least twice her age, and not in a silver fox manner. If she knew what he fantasised, she’d either laugh in his face or turn tail and run, and she’d be right to do so.
And that didn’t even touch the fact that she was human, and his companion, and he didn’t cross that line for a reason. No, things between him and Rose had to stay strictly platonic, so he would just have to keep a consistent section of his brain devoted to keeping his cock firmly (or rather, not firmly) in line, something he had to put extra focus into as she slipped her warm hand into his, wrapping herself around his leather-clad arm and looking up at him through her lashes, tongue caught in her teeth.
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The Doctor slipped out of his jacket and denims and settled into bed for his weekly kip, but when he closed his eyes he was met with vivid images of the view he’d gotten when he’d dipped Rose in the console room. Her shirt had ridden up, so his hand had splayed across her bare, human-hot skin, and with his head bowed over her as they dipped, he’d caught a glimpse of red lace sweeping over the swell of her breasts, and he’d nearly dropped her in the fight not to sink his teeth into them, marking her to warn off the randy “captain”. Then when he’d pulled her back up, she’d collapsed against him, curves pressed into his body, breath fanning across his neck, heat seeping through his jumper. He’d wanted to crush her even closer, to claim her lips, wrap her legs around him and take her right there on the console.
Said captain was probably taking himself in hand to handle similar fantasies at that moment, if Rose hadn’t brought the pretty boy to her bed after all, but that was a line the Doctor refused to cross. He felt like enough of a dirty pervert thinking of her that way, he couldn’t use the thought of her to get himself off. She’d be disgusted if she knew, and even if she never found out, he couldn’t do something that would make her uncomfortable. He just groaned and rolled over, redirecting his blood flow and ignoring the twinge in his balls.
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The twinge had grown to an ache a week ago, and the ache was steadily increasing, but still the Doctor refused to do anything about his near constant fantasies. Even imminent danger couldn’t completely distract him anymore, and right then there was no danger to even try, but he was a Time Lord, dammit. He could handle not shagging his companion senseless. Even if she was chewing her lip as she considered the “vintage” 69th century sunglasses Jack was showing her. Even if the sundress she wore bared almost the entire length of her legs. Even if she dropped one of her recent purchases and squatting down to retrieve it gave him a glimpse of the curve of her bum.
He practically had to slam the blood back from his cock, and the pain in his testicles pitched up tenfold. Another man might have cried out, but even his more subdued grunt caught his companions’ attention, and Rose’s concerned amber eyes were the last thing he saw as black consumed his vision.
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When he blinked his eyes open, he was blinded by the fluorescent lights hanging over the bed he’d been placed in. “Doctor?” called a voice from his side, and heated fingers squeezed his hand. “Are you okay? You just collapsed. Jack is downstairs, they only let me in ‘cos I said I was-”
“Ah, good, you’re awake,” a brunette woman in a lab coat strode in the room, “I thought your wife would start climbing the walls soon.” Rose grimaced in apology at her Doctor, and the lowercase d doctor settled into a chair across from them. “You suffered an extremely acute attack of epididymal hypertension. The Doctor blanched, but before he could stop her, the woman clarified to Rose, “Colloquially known as blue balls.” Turning back to the Doctor, she told him, “You should be fine, but I do recommend finding a way to get some relief soon to avoid another attack. If your wife is unable to assist you, there are plenty of businesses in the city that could offer options.” Diagnosis and treatment imparted, she left the room swiftly, leaving two people all but choking on the tension in the room.
Clearing her throat, Rose joked, “Well I guess I’ve gotta call Shareen and take back everything I said abou blue balls as a teen.” She snuck a glance at him, then quickly fixed her eyes on a scuff on the wall across from her. “Jack being on board’s really done a number on you, huh?”
“It’s not-”
“You know he’d jump your bones in a heartbeat, right? I mean, he’s definitely not the commitment type, but unless you’re in love with him-”
“I am not in love with, nor do I want to shag Jack Harkness!” The Doctor interrupted desperately. He regretted it as soon as she turned her eyes to him, understanding dawning.
“Oh.”
The Doctor groaned, slinging his legs over the side on the bed to sit with his back to her. “You were never meant to find out, Rose, I swear.” He heard her stand from the chair and walk around the bed, but he refused to look at her. “I’ll take you straight back to London, I know you won’t want to stick around now you know.”
He started at the sudden heat on either side of his jaw as she ran her fingers up his face to grab hold of his ears and use them to force his eyes to hers. “You’re completely fucking barmy,” she told him, and then her lips were on his.
His body responded before his mind caught up, a hand wrapping around her back as his tongue ran along the seam of her lips. She set a knee next to him, pressing closer, and she opened her mouth readily, and it finally registered; Rose Tyler was kissing him. She tasted like salt and sunshine and time and she was kissing him. Not laughing. Not running. Snogging him like she’d been lost in the desert and he was an oasis, offering her everything her body craved.
Her fingernails scraped along his scalp, and he surged to his feet with a growl, hooking his hands under her knees to pull her flush against him, her feet hooking behind his back. She pulled back from the kiss to moan at the contact, and he took the opportunity to lavish attention on the neck that had tantalised him so often. His lips traced from under her ear to her pulse point, where he let his teeth scrape over her sensitive skin as he rolled his hips into hers.
Her back hit the wall, and he pulled back, eyes hazy with lust. “You're sure you want this?” he confirmed, brushing her hair back from her face.
She looked at him like he was a complete idiot, and it reminded him of when he’d missed the London Eye, but worse. “I’ve wanted you since you told me to forget you, you daft man.” She ground against him on the last few words, and he fisted his hand in her hair, using the blond locks to pull her scalding hot mouth back to his. Slipping a hand beneath his jumper, she moved her lips to his neck, nipping and licking with every kiss.
Keeping a hand on her bum for support, he pressed his thumb to her clit through her knickers, which were already soaked. “All this for me?” he grinned, and she did her best to roll her eyes.
“You think you’re so impressive,” she teased, her voice too breathy for the statement to have any bite.
“Oh,” he breathed, reaching for his belt, “I am so impressive.” He pulled her knickers to the side, and she gasped at the sensation of the cool tip of his cock running the length of her slit, parting her lips for him.
“Is this what you want, Rose?” he asked, nipping first at her neck, then at her bottom lip. “You want my cock inside you?”
“Please, Doctor,” she almost whined, pressing her hips closer to him, “I need you.”
He plunged inside her, both groaning as his hips hit hers. It took a moment to adjust to both the chill and the fullness, but soon she pressed her heels into his back, urging him on. He pulled out of her slowly, teeth latching onto her shoulder to muffle his moans as he began to pump into her heat. She hardly felt her head fall heavily back into the wall as he brought his thumb again to her clit, drawing lazy circles. A high pitched moan left her lips, and he removed his hand from between them to press a finger to her lips. “Hush, love,” he whispered. “Can’t have anyone coming to check on us. “I don’t intend to share this sight with anyone else.”
She bit her lip, nodding, and he caught her lips again, tongue smoothing over the spot where her teeth had just been as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He moved his bruising grip to her hip, using the leverage to help find the pace that left her panting. He swallowed her little whimpers greedily, feeling her clench around him. He pounded into her, fingers back on her clit, rubbing so that her whimpers came more frequently.
“Please, Doctor,” she begged, brushing her lips over the skin just above his collar. “So close. Nee-need-need you,” she shuddered.
“Let go, love,” he urged, tiling her hips. His cock brushed her G spot, and she keened, falling apart around him. He rode her through her orgasm, kissing her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. “That’s my good girl.” Her hips fluttered at the praise, and he picked up his pace again. “Please, Rose, I want to fill you,” he pleaded, searching her eyes for permission.
“Do we have to worry about-”
The Doctor shook his head. “Genetically incompatible.”
“Then please, Doctor.” He took hold of her hair to bare her neck to him, and she repeated, “Please.” His teeth pulled at her overheated skin, and she whined, “Please.” He drove his hips into her, and she cried, “Please, Doctor, I love you!”
He spilled into her at the declaration, groaning into her shoulder, and he slid them to the ground, keeping her in his lap. “I love you too,” he breathed, then looked up to meet her eye. Cupping her cheek, he repeated, “I love you, Rose Tyler.”
Her responding kiss knocked him onto his back, and she rolled her hips along his already stiffening cock.
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Jack saw them step out of the elevator over the shoulder of the redheaded cashier he was flirting with and pumped his fist. “About damn time,” he congratulated, cataloguing Rose’s ‘thoroughly shagged’ hair and the love bites developing over both their necks. Rose whacked his chest, and he laughed. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t invited.”
The Doctor glowered at him, and Rose squeezed his hand. “Sorry Jack,” she said, not taking her eyes off the Time Lord who had her heart. “I don’t share.”