DW fic: Jealousy
Title: Jealousy
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments #3 - Jealousy
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: Adult
Summary: The Doctor has a bit of a possessive streak.
The Doctor ground his teeth as Rose chatted with some pretty boy at a Vitex event. The lad was some sort of exotic Arabic prince who was entering the society circuit outside of his home circuit for the first time. Of course, since it was a party hosted by her father, Rose insisted that they meet said prince. But the Doctor felt certain that meeting him should not have involved dancing or Rose touching the prince’s arm so intimately or laughing at whatever he had just whispered in her ear.
He wanted nothing more than to just storm across the room, grab Rose by the arm, and drag her away from the too-pretty prince. Of course, the last time he had done something like that at a party, she had slapped him across the face and asked if he was going to drag her about by her hair next. It wasn’t that he was jealous, or insecure about their relationship, or anything like that, because he really wasn’t. It was just that seeing Rose smile like that at someone other than him brought back unpleasant memories of how she used to bring home strays, back when they were still in the TARDIS and he had still been in his ninth body. Back when he had thought she was only interested in pretty boys like Adam or jack, that she would never look twice at someone like him. Back when they had had “one hell of an age gap,” as she had once put it.
Oh, who was he kidding? He didn’t like it because deep down inside he was stamping his feet and screaming “She’s mine, you can’t have her!” Even though he knew she would never leave him, a small part of him was still terrified that she would change her mind and decide she would rather be with someone else, someone like the handsome and exotic prince.
His blood boiled when he saw the prince rest a hand against Rose’s bare shoulder and whisper in her ear. Rose’s smile disappeared and she shook her head, shrugging the hand off her shoulder and very clearly saying “No thanks”. The prince leaned forward again, reaching out to grasp her arm. Rose stepped back, pulled a little wallet from her clutch, and showed the prince her Torchwood identification. The Doctor could not hear what she said, but the lad paled noticeably and then he looked over at the Doctor, his face taking on a faint green colour before he returned his gaze to Rose.
The prince bowed politely and then scurried hastily away, glancing back fearfully over his shoulder as he fled to the opposite side of the room. Immediately, the Doctor headed across the room towards Rose. She was walking toward him as well and they met part way. Instead of wrapping his arms around her and snogging her senseless in front of everyone, he took her hand and pulled her along, out of the room. Rose didn’t protest but just hurried along behind him.
The building was unfamiliar so, after climbing several flights of stairs and finding no room in which to hide, the Doctor pulled her into a dark lavatory, flipping the light switch and peering around hastily. Luckily, the room offered a clean counter that was the perfect height and he lifted Rose up to perch on it. Their lips met, the kiss becoming hard and frenzied as they fought to get trousers, skirt, and underwear out of the way. The Doctor reached behind Rose and yanked down the zip of her dress just enough for her breasts to tumble free.
Rose moaned loudly as the Doctor pushed into her roughly. He sucked hard at the side of her breast, triumphantly producing a vivid mark. Her fingers clutched his hair tightly as he pounded rapidly into her. “Mine,” he growled fiercely, burying his face in her neck to muffle his groans of pleasure.
“Yours… Oh God… Yours… All yours… Don’t stop…” she panted, just as her mobile began chirping. She swore loudly. “My… speech… oh… oh… oh God… supposed to… give…”
The Doctor slipped a hand down to where they were joined and began stroking at her clit, urging her higher. Rose’s fingernails dug into the back of his neck as she bucked against him, uttering wordless gasps and moans. She came with his name upon her lips he soon followed. For a few moments they continued to cling to each other, gasping and shaking with the aftershocks.
Still trying to catch her breath, Rose finally answered her mobile when it started a second round of insistent chirping. “Sorry, Mum… was busy,” she managed and swallowed hard. “Yeah… I’m still in the building. Had to nip round to the loo for a moment is all…” She made a face “Mum! That’s disgusting! I’m not telling you that. I’ll be down in just a minute…” She rang off and shuddered. “Why is it mums always ask about the bathroom habits of their children?” she asked, as she began cleaning herself off with a wet paper towel.
The Doctor smirked as he pulled up his trousers and re-fastened them. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll do it one day too…” Rose grew still and her eyes widened in surprise. The Doctor felt his face warm as he stammered, “I mean… that is… if… you… What I meant was… if you ever… were to… be a Mum…” He ruffled the back of his hair and refused to meet her steady gaze.
Rose slipped off of the counter, straightened her knickers, and turned her back to him. “Zip me?”
Taking a deep breath, the Doctor stepped close and slowly pulled the zipper back up. He nuzzled his nose against her neck and sighed contentedly. “You smell like sex,” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers through her.
Rose leaned her head back against his shoulder and hummed softly. “But it’s so much better than dragging me about by my hair, isn’t it?” She turned and held him at arm’s length. “My speech will only take… oooh… five minutes, tops… Then we have to stick about for a few minutes while I get pats on the back for a good speech. After that, we’re out of here. And as soon as we get to the limo…” She grabbed his tie and yanked him close.
“‘We get to the limo’…?” the Doctor murmured, pressing her back against the counter.
A wicked smile spread across Rose’s lips. “We’ll talk more about that ‘Mum’ thing…”
Then she swept away, giggling, as the Doctor groaned in frustration.
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments #3 - Jealousy
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: Adult
Summary: The Doctor has a bit of a possessive streak.
The Doctor ground his teeth as Rose chatted with some pretty boy at a Vitex event. The lad was some sort of exotic Arabic prince who was entering the society circuit outside of his home circuit for the first time. Of course, since it was a party hosted by her father, Rose insisted that they meet said prince. But the Doctor felt certain that meeting him should not have involved dancing or Rose touching the prince’s arm so intimately or laughing at whatever he had just whispered in her ear.
He wanted nothing more than to just storm across the room, grab Rose by the arm, and drag her away from the too-pretty prince. Of course, the last time he had done something like that at a party, she had slapped him across the face and asked if he was going to drag her about by her hair next. It wasn’t that he was jealous, or insecure about their relationship, or anything like that, because he really wasn’t. It was just that seeing Rose smile like that at someone other than him brought back unpleasant memories of how she used to bring home strays, back when they were still in the TARDIS and he had still been in his ninth body. Back when he had thought she was only interested in pretty boys like Adam or jack, that she would never look twice at someone like him. Back when they had had “one hell of an age gap,” as she had once put it.
Oh, who was he kidding? He didn’t like it because deep down inside he was stamping his feet and screaming “She’s mine, you can’t have her!” Even though he knew she would never leave him, a small part of him was still terrified that she would change her mind and decide she would rather be with someone else, someone like the handsome and exotic prince.
His blood boiled when he saw the prince rest a hand against Rose’s bare shoulder and whisper in her ear. Rose’s smile disappeared and she shook her head, shrugging the hand off her shoulder and very clearly saying “No thanks”. The prince leaned forward again, reaching out to grasp her arm. Rose stepped back, pulled a little wallet from her clutch, and showed the prince her Torchwood identification. The Doctor could not hear what she said, but the lad paled noticeably and then he looked over at the Doctor, his face taking on a faint green colour before he returned his gaze to Rose.
The prince bowed politely and then scurried hastily away, glancing back fearfully over his shoulder as he fled to the opposite side of the room. Immediately, the Doctor headed across the room towards Rose. She was walking toward him as well and they met part way. Instead of wrapping his arms around her and snogging her senseless in front of everyone, he took her hand and pulled her along, out of the room. Rose didn’t protest but just hurried along behind him.
The building was unfamiliar so, after climbing several flights of stairs and finding no room in which to hide, the Doctor pulled her into a dark lavatory, flipping the light switch and peering around hastily. Luckily, the room offered a clean counter that was the perfect height and he lifted Rose up to perch on it. Their lips met, the kiss becoming hard and frenzied as they fought to get trousers, skirt, and underwear out of the way. The Doctor reached behind Rose and yanked down the zip of her dress just enough for her breasts to tumble free.
Rose moaned loudly as the Doctor pushed into her roughly. He sucked hard at the side of her breast, triumphantly producing a vivid mark. Her fingers clutched his hair tightly as he pounded rapidly into her. “Mine,” he growled fiercely, burying his face in her neck to muffle his groans of pleasure.
“Yours… Oh God… Yours… All yours… Don’t stop…” she panted, just as her mobile began chirping. She swore loudly. “My… speech… oh… oh… oh God… supposed to… give…”
The Doctor slipped a hand down to where they were joined and began stroking at her clit, urging her higher. Rose’s fingernails dug into the back of his neck as she bucked against him, uttering wordless gasps and moans. She came with his name upon her lips he soon followed. For a few moments they continued to cling to each other, gasping and shaking with the aftershocks.
Still trying to catch her breath, Rose finally answered her mobile when it started a second round of insistent chirping. “Sorry, Mum… was busy,” she managed and swallowed hard. “Yeah… I’m still in the building. Had to nip round to the loo for a moment is all…” She made a face “Mum! That’s disgusting! I’m not telling you that. I’ll be down in just a minute…” She rang off and shuddered. “Why is it mums always ask about the bathroom habits of their children?” she asked, as she began cleaning herself off with a wet paper towel.
The Doctor smirked as he pulled up his trousers and re-fastened them. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll do it one day too…” Rose grew still and her eyes widened in surprise. The Doctor felt his face warm as he stammered, “I mean… that is… if… you… What I meant was… if you ever… were to… be a Mum…” He ruffled the back of his hair and refused to meet her steady gaze.
Rose slipped off of the counter, straightened her knickers, and turned her back to him. “Zip me?”
Taking a deep breath, the Doctor stepped close and slowly pulled the zipper back up. He nuzzled his nose against her neck and sighed contentedly. “You smell like sex,” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers through her.
Rose leaned her head back against his shoulder and hummed softly. “But it’s so much better than dragging me about by my hair, isn’t it?” She turned and held him at arm’s length. “My speech will only take… oooh… five minutes, tops… Then we have to stick about for a few minutes while I get pats on the back for a good speech. After that, we’re out of here. And as soon as we get to the limo…” She grabbed his tie and yanked him close.
“‘We get to the limo’…?” the Doctor murmured, pressing her back against the counter.
A wicked smile spread across Rose’s lips. “We’ll talk more about that ‘Mum’ thing…”
Then she swept away, giggling, as the Doctor groaned in frustration.