Evasive Maneuvers (1/1)
Title - Evasive Maneuvers (1/1)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Adult
Characters - Ten, Rose
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - Decisions, decisions. Where do you seduce your husband on the TARDIS?
Author's Notes - For twenty bucks during the last Support Stacie auction, you won a fic of your very own. This is
principia_coh's, which she has graciously agreed to share with all of you. Her prompt was the first night Ten and Rose are alone on the TARDIS after all the kids move out.
Thank you to jlrpuck, my trusty beta.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkat for me, commissioned by jlrpuck for my birthday.
There had been a time when his TARDIS had always been this quiet.
The Doctor, sitting in the utter silence of his library, hearing the noise of parts functioning that he hadn’t heard in years, marveled at it. Because there had not only been a time when the TARDIS had always been this quiet, but there had been a time when he had thought the TARDIS would never not be that quiet. There had been a time when he had resigned himself to a life of this much silence.
He couldn’t imagine how he had thought he could survive this.
Rose walked into the library, stretched, yawned, and collapsed onto the couch, snuggling against him. “Mmm,” she murmured. “It’s so deliciously quiet.”
The Doctor frowned. “Is it?” ’Deliciously’ was not the adjective he would have chosen.
“Don’t you think so?” she asked against him, sounding drowsy, and he wondered if she was going to fall asleep against him. That could be uncomfortable, he considered, especially since he didn’t really have a distraction in reaching distance without disturbing her, but, on the other hand, if he said something she’d go sleep properly in their bedroom, and he really didn’t want to be alone at the moment.
She was silent for so long that he really did think she’d fallen asleep, and then she ventured, “Brem upset your plan, didn’t he? Figuring out how to get the TARDISes to grow more quickly. You could have figured it out yourself but you wanted eighty more years with them, didn’t you?”
The Doctor exhaled slowly, trying to decide how to answer the question. Would Rose be miffed if he admitted to the bit of manipulation?
She shifted in his arms to look at him, and he relented. “Eighty years is a blink of an eye, Rose. They wouldn’t really have noticed.”
“They’ll be back to visit us all the time.”
“It really isn’t the same,” he complained. “It’s so bloody quiet. What am I going to do while you’re sleeping?”
She lifted her eyebrows a bit. “We’ve been alone on the TARDIS before. Plenty of times. Why is this different?”
“Because it is. When they were off at university, this was still home. And now it’s not. It’s just…not. And it’s different. And I don’t like it.”
“How do you know you don’t like it? You might like it a lot. You liked it a lot before we had kids.”
“But I liked it with the children.” He was really not interested in being soothed out of his sulk. Not that Time Lords sulked.
“Now you can have the best of both worlds. Because we still have children, and they’re lovely, and they’ll ring us and visit us and we’ll visit them and they’ll make us laugh and drive us spare just like they always have. And, the rest of the time, we have this great big ship all to ourselves.”
The Doctor was silent. “And what will we do with it?” he asked, grudgingly, because he didn’t want her to think this was working.
She smiled, well aware it was working. “Well. I’m thinking definitely skinny dipping in the pool, to start.”
He considered. “Wellllll,” he admitted, “that doesn’t sound so bad.”
She grinned, shifting to straddle him. “You can shag me in the garden.”
“With the Miffgiffs offering commentary?”
“We’ll ask them not to watch.”
“Ah. Foolproof plan.”
“Indeed.”
“So far I am in favor of these two suggestions.”
“Good. I hoped you might be, otherwise I needed to get a new sexy, rude, not-ginger alien to share this ship with me.”
“Perish the thought,” he said. “I’m quite irreplaceable.”
“You’re certainly one-of-a-kind.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing!”
She chuckled, then ducked her head and nipped at his neck, soothing the spot with her tongue. He shivered a bit. “On this new childless ship of ours,” she continued, speaking in a murmur against his skin, nibbling her way up his neck, toward his earlobe, “I am going to ravish you, all the time, when you least expect it.”
“This sounds,” he managed, a bit short of breath, “promising.”
“Mmm.” She sucked on his earlobe, and he gasped.
“Tell me more,” he panted.
“More?” She drew back a bit. His eyes were closed. “You want details?”
“Please.”
“Well.” She brushed a very soft kiss over his lips. “For instance, when we’re walking into the TARDIS one day, I might suddenly turn and pin you against the door.” She kissed him a bit harder. “Or possibly you might find me naked on the kitchen table, for easy shagging.” Another kiss, a flash of tongue. “Or I might seduce you in the library-I’m very good at seducing. And you’re very, very hard-I think you must want me very, very much.”
Their kisses were getting progressively deeper and wetter. His hands were tangled in her hair, holding her head. “Only a bit,” he mumbled.
She moved against him and he gasped. “Liar,” she accused, and then pulled back, pushing him away when he tried to follow, to keep his mouth on hers. He blinked his eyes open, looking at her with annoyance, pupils dark and dilated, and it occurred to her that they had fallen into the habit of shagging too quickly. They knew what each other liked and they did it, and it never failed to be wonderful, but she thought it was a habit born of practicality, of stealing shags in moments between parental demands, and, even with years of the kids being away at school, she hadn’t jolted them out of it. There had been a time when the Doctor had adored an excruciatingly slow love-making session, had been expert at the painstaking build, had adored the foreplay.
Rose stood up and walked away.
The Doctor made a strangled noise of surprise, watching her exit the library, and then sprang into action, hurrying after her, shedding his tie and coat as he went. He assumed she was heading toward the bedroom, and was surprised not to find the door nearby. He frowned, irritated that the TARDIS was making him play this game of hide-and-seek, and then a thought occurred to him. He backtracked and opened the first door he came to. It opened onto the TARDIS’s gymnasium, where he had played many games of haolball with the kids, where Rose still worked out fairly frequently, even though he told her it wasn’t necessary.
Why would Rose go in here?
“Rose?” he called, because the gymnasium was dim and she wasn’t immediately visible. Maybe she wasn’t here at all.
He turned to exit, when her hand grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him over for a snog.
“Mmm,” he said, into her mouth, concentrating on kissing her back.
“You took off your tie,” she gasped.
“I figured we should move things along,” he said, and unbuttoned her jeans.
She was gone suddenly, slipping out of his embrace and vanishing back through the doorway.
He blinked, hands still extended as if they were full of Rose, and groaned. “Rose,” he protested, following her. What was she up to?
The door across the way led to the music room, not that any members of his family had ever really expressed any interest in music. Yet. But it was filled with instruments, and Rose was reclined against a wint, which was not quite a piano and not quite a harp but something in between.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “What?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Flutter your eyelashes at me.”
She smiled, and he trapped her against the wint, determined that she not get away this time.
“The music room?” he said. “Really? This is your fantasy?”
Rose reached behind her and played a couple of notes on the wint. “We can make beautiful music together.”
“That was a terrible pun.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” she said.
He leaned forward and kissed her, hard, and she moaned and kissed him back, and for a moment there was nothing but the two of them, the perfection of her hot where she was pressed up against him, and he pulled her closer to him and then, deciding against that course of action, moved back just a bit to pull her shirt off of her and toss it aside. The wint played a couple of notes, as one of them hit it somehow but he was past the point of remembering they were in the music room.
Rose wriggled a bit. He tightened his grip on her, refusing to let her get away this time, but, instead of escaping, she reached her hand between them and stroked him through the layers of trousers and pants, and he gasped, because he’d been expecting her to flee, not stroke him, and he was off-balance with the sudden divineness of it.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispered.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the base of her throat. “I want to be buried so deeply inside you that I forget to breathe,” he murmured.
“Good to know,” she said, and squirmed out of his embrace and fled the room.
He fell inelegantly against the wint, which made a discordant sound of displeasure. “I know how you feel,” he told it, because the sound was quite illustrative of his current mood, he decided, and he rubbed at the elbow that had knocked hard against the instrument and went stalking in search of his very annoying wife.
The next room was what she called the Gothic room, because it looked like the inside of a Gothic church, although it was really an imitation of a room common on the planet of Eeeeeee that was supposed to bring peace and serenity to the households that contained it. He had programmed the TARDIS for it during the Time War, thinking that anything with peace and serenity might be worthwhile, and Rose, who knew the story, was fond of saying that it had worked, it had just taken a little while. The Gothic room was one of her favorites, because she said she liked the thoroughly alien feel of it.
The room had high Gothic ceilings and high, narrow Gothic windows and was made of stone but the stone was covered with lush and vibrant fabrics that were not at all Gothic, and the Doctor picked his way along the pillows and benches and lounges that cluttered the room, to where Rose was waiting, looking pleased with herself. She taken off her bra and her trainers and her socks, but he glanced at her jeans with displeasure.
“I see what your game is,” he remarked, walking over to her.
“Game? What makes you think this is a game? It’s deadly seri-” She ended in a shriek, as he suddenly launched himself on top of her, hoping to catch her off-guard.
Which he did. He kissed her and caught her up and used his momentum to tip them onto the nearest pillow, where he stretched out over her and trapped her under him.
“You are not,” he said, pulling back to look down at her, “getting away this time. I am going to make you absolutely scream my name, do you understand me?”
“Oh,” she said, breathlessly, because she could think of nothing else to say, but escape was the last thing on her mind. She pulled his head down to kiss him.
His hands went immediately to her jeans, rasping down the zipper, moving quickly because of how desperately he needed her, and she wriggled out of them as he busied himself with his own trousers, and then he was finally buried inside of her.
“Do you know how you feel?” he gasped against her.
“How?”
“Serendipitous.” He moved, a slow thrust within her.
Rose gasped and met him.
“I need you, so badly,” he muttered, thickly, between his teeth, and she realized that he was so close to the brink that only willpower was holding him back. He thrust into her again, harder, and she cried out this time. “Tell me.”
“Yes-God-Just-like-More-”
His thrusts were unforgiving and desperate and delicious and she did scream, suddenly, as the climax ripped over her, and it was powerful enough that she didn’t even notice that he had climaxed as well until she became aware of him collapsed over her.
She panted for breath. “Did you like my evasive maneuvers?” she asked.
He chuckled. “You make that sound filthy.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I like it.”
She laughed.