Five Times the Doctor and Rose Tried Role-Playing, and One Time It Worked (2/2)
Title - Five Times the Doctor and Rose Tried Role-Playing, and One Time It Worked (2/2)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Adult
Characters - Ten, Rose, Jackie, OCs
Spoilers - None, except vaguely for the Chaosverse, I guess.
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 - Preeeeeeetty much what it says on the tin.
Author's Note - Thanks to chicklet73 for the beta! She claims it brightened her day, which makes me even happier!
I got sick with a cold over the weekend, which put me behind on responding to comments, for which I apologize, but I wanted to get this second part posted before the Advent drabbles start tomorrow. I'll catch up, I promise!
The icon was created by swankkat , commissioned by jlrpuck for my birthday.
Part One
6, or 1
“Wait a second,” said her mother. “Run this by me again. You want me to take the Doctor down to the pub, and then leave him there?”
“Yes,” said Rose, putting another curler in her hair. “And then come back here and watch the kids, and I’ll go down to the pub and get the Doctor.”
Jackie stared at her daughter. “If you want a night out with him, I’m more than happy to just-”
“No, no, it’s a surprise. I want to surprise him.”
“I don’t think I want to know any more about this, do I?”
“No,” said Rose. “You don’t.”
“And how do you suggest I get him to the pub?”
“I dunno.” Rose thought. “Tell him you think the bartender is an alien,” she suggested.
Jackie shook her head and sighed but left Rose to her primping in her old bedroom and went out to the living room, where the Doctor and the children were making origami animals, an unusually calm and quiet pastime for them, and Jackie hated to ruin it.
“Doctor,” she ventured. “Fancy a trip to the pub?”
The Doctor had his glasses on. He looked at her over the top of them. “What?”
“The pub,” she repeated.
He stared at her. “You want to go to the pub? With me? You want me to go to the pub with you? Why?”
“Well, I…” Jackie felt ridiculous saying it but she said it anyway, “I think the bartender is an alien, and seeing as how you’re an expert and all…”
“You think the bartender at the pub is an alien?” clarified the Doctor.
“Well, yeah.”
“What makes you think that?”
Jackie tried to come up with something. Nothing came to mind. So instead she frowned and said, “You doubtin’ me? You don’t think I can recognize a crazy alien when I see one?”
“That’s not what I’m-”
“I mean, don’t you think I’ve had enough experience with aliens to know one when I see one? Certainly had enough experience with you lot, and it’s not like you exactly blend in, you know what I mean? And now I’ve got this alien bartender at my favorite pub, and who knows what he might be up to? He might be tryin’ to take over the world, and there’s you, not botherin’ to lift a finger to help me. What do you think your mum would say about that one, kids?” she finished.
She had the rapt attention of all three children, who stared at her. Then Brem looked at his father. “I think you’d better go to the pub, Dad.”
The Doctor had evidently reached the same conclusion, but he looked annoyed about it. He picked himself up from the floor, saying, “Fine. I will go to the pub. Where’s Rose?”
“In her old room.”
The Doctor walked over to the door, found it locked, and, frowning, knocked. “Rose?”
“Yeah,” she called back.
“Your mother wants me to go to the pub with her. What are you doing in there?”
“Nothing,” she responded. “You two can go ahead, I’ll watch the kids.”
The Doctor stood by Rose’s closed bedroom door, looking slightly flummoxed.
Jackie, deciding she needed to keep things moving along, brushed past him. “Come on,” she said, opening the front door. “Let’s go.”
“But-” began the Doctor.
“It’s fine!” Rose called. “I’ll be out in a tic! Go ahead!”
“Let’s go,” repeated Jackie, and reached out and grabbed the Doctor’s arm and pulled him out the door.
The Doctor sighed. He couldn’t tell if everyone was behaving oddly or it was just the normal insanity of Tyler women. The two were difficult to distinguish sometimes.
Jackie’s pub of choice was fairly crowded, but Jackie navigated them through the crowd easily, finding them a table and practically pushing him down into a chair.
“Stay there,” she said. “I’ll get you a drink.”
“But I don’t drink,” he pointed out.
“It’ll be a non-alcoholic drink,” she promised him.
“But, Jackie,” he protested, but she’d already disappeared into the crowd, and he sighed. He just wanted to see this bartender - who he was quite confident was not at all an alien - and then get out of here. He could think of nothing that sounded like less fun than having a drink in a pub with Jackie.
The Doctor craned his head, peering through the crowd, looking for Jackie or, failing that, a bartender who looked like someone Jackie might think was an alien. He could see neither. The crowd was loud and boisterous. There was some sort of sporting event on the telly, but the Doctor couldn’t be bothered to figure out what it was. He had never, in any regeneration, been overly fond of sports. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, propped his elbow on the wood and his chin in his fist.
And then he saw her. She had been standing at the bar with her back to him, and his eyes had passed over her, until she turned and he recognized her.
She was dressed in a tiny black frock he was quite sure he’d never seen before. It had a plunging neckline and a nonexistent skirt, and the Doctor half-expected someone in a Queen-Victoria frame of mind to tell him to find some clothing for the naked girl. She had curled her hair in a style he’d never seen before. She looked, frankly, very unlike his Rose, as she wended unerringly through the crowd toward him. The Doctor watched several men’s heads turn to follow her path, and then she reached his table and smiled.
The Doctor lifted his eyebrows, confused. “Where are the kids?” he asked.
“This seat taken?” she replied, indicating the chair opposite him.
He glanced at it. “Well, your mother’s bringing us back drinks, even though I told her I don’t drink.”
She sat and crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly. His view down the front of her dress would have gotten him shot on the planet Nnumer. “So,” she said. “Come here often?”
He smiled then. “We don’t have to do this, Rose.”
“Who’s Rose?” she asked, innocently.
“Sorry,” he replied, indulgently. “And what’s your name?”
“No names,” she said, and shook her head a bit. “That’s my policy.”
“Your policy?” he echoed.
“You know,” she said. “If you go into a pub looking for a quick, uncomplicated shag, anonymity is your friend.” Her foot appeared under the cuff of his trousers, a brush of her bare toes against the skin of his calf. His eyes widened as she skimmed her foot upward, tracing the line of his leg, pausing to rest her arch against his knee. “Wouldn’t you agree?” she purred, moving to place her foot quite deliberately on the narrow triangle of wood that was the seat of his chair that wasn’t otherwise occupied by him.
The Doctor glanced down. If she extended her foot the tiniest bit, she would press against what was swiftly becoming an undisguisable erection. The table had no tablecloth, so anyone who chose to look would be quite aware that the woman opposite him was sitting with a bare foot in his lap.
The Doctor looked back up at Rose. She was taking a sip of her drink, her eyes knowing and dark over the rim of the glass. When she put it down, she took her time making a great show of darting her tongue out to collect any liquid left on her lips. Then she shifted, almost imperceptibly unless the movement happened to cause her foot to brush against one’s crotch, which just so happened to be the case. The Doctor gasped and closed his eyes, and Rose dropped her foot and leaned over the table. She tugged at his tie, wrapping the fabric around her hand and using it to pull him forward enough to meet her halfway.
“If I were wearing knickers,” she whispered into his ear, “they’d be soaked.” She let go of his tie and leaned back into her seat, picking up her drink again. He stayed in place, leaned over the table, mouth slightly open, before coming to himself with a start and opening his eyes and recovering his seat and clearing his throat.
“So,” he said. “Your policies so far include anonymity and an aversion to knickers. I can’t wait to hear your next policy.”
Rose, looking across at him, loved him suddenly so much and wanted nothing more than to tell him that. Role-playing really was hard, she thought, and forced herself back into character. She said, holding his gaze, as casually as if they were discussing the weather, “I don’t want to know your name, or where you live, or what you do. I don’t know want to know anything about you. I just want you to take me somewhere and shag me until I scream.”
“Did you have somewhere in mind for this?” he asked, thickly, his eyes on her lips now.
His eyes were so dark they were black, and she had not been lying about the state her knickers would have been in. “Anywhere,” she answered, hoarsely. “So long as it’s close.”
The Doctor stood, being careful to wrap his coat around himself, before reaching for Rose’s hand. “This way,” he said, gruffly. He pulled her through the pub to the back, down the short corridor that led to the restroom. A man came out of the men’s room as they headed into the corridor, and Rose gave him a tight smile, and the Doctor waited until he’d exited the corridor before nudging Rose to the ladies’ room.
“See if there’s anyone in there,” he said.
Rose opened the door. “No stalls,” she said. “Just one bathroom.”
“Excellent,” he said, and followed her in and locked the door.
“You cannot seriously mean to shag me in a public restroom,” said Rose.
“I definitely mean to shag you in a public restroom. Come now. No names? No knickers? You cannot tell me you have something against public restrooms.” As he spoke, his hand snaked between her legs, finding her true to her no-knickers proclamation. And very wet. He slid a finger inside of her, and she gasped and reached out to steady herself against him.
He balanced against the sink to hold her better, withdrew his finger, replaced it with two. She uttered a small mewling cry and arched, clenching around him, her hands fisting into his coat.
“How badly do you want me right now?” he bit out, into her ear, pressing against her.
She didn’t answer, gasping instead, grinding onto his hand when he kept it still.
There was a sudden knock on the door, which he was well aware she didn’t hear, which meant he needed to remove his hand. She made a grab for it, but he dodged it, holding her close and speaking directly into her ear.
“We have company,” he said, as another knock sounded. “Now, you very much want me to shag you right now, don’t you?” To punctuate his point, he shifted so that she could not fail to notice his erection against her.
He felt her nod.
“Tell them to go away,” he said, as another knock sounded, and as he pushed her skirt fully up, bunching it around her waist.
“J-just a second!” called Rose, shakily, attacking the buttons on his trousers now, rasping down the zipper hurriedly.
“Turn around,” he said. “Hands against the door.”
She obeyed immediately, and it took him a second of maneuvering, of making sure there was room in the bathroom for him to drive into her at the optimal angle, and when he did finally thrust inside her, she cried out.
“Quiet,” he mumbled. “Do you want everyone to know that you picked up a bloke in a pub for an anonymous shag in a public restroom?”
“Touch me,” she gasped, in reply.
And he did, kneading at her breasts for a second before roaming his hands to her hips, holding her as he thrust harder, and he reached around her to rub against her and she climaxed immediately, his name a shout that was surely going to attract attention, but he didn’t care at just that moment, because he cared about nothing so much as driving himself over that same edge, and the orgasm when it came was so blinding that it felt like it took him hours to realize he was draped over Rose’s back, as she leaned against the door of a public restroom, on the other side of which people were knocking.
It could not have been very long in reality, though, because they were both still heaving for breath.
“My God,” said Rose, as he slid out of her. She turned and leaned shakily against the door.
“Well,” he remarked, gingerly, turning to the sink. “Makes for easy clean-up, this public restroom thing, doesn’t it?”
“My God,” said Rose again, and leaned her head against the door, still gasping for breath.
His respiratory bypass had already settled his breathing rate, but he was quite pleased at the debauched picture Rose was presenting at the moment, her curled hair wildly askew and her dress still bunched around her hips. He smiled and straightened out his clothing.
People were still knocking on the door. “Oi!” came a voice. “What going on in there?”
“Move for a second, love,” he said to Rose, pulling her away from the door. She settled bonelessly against him, and he kept her out of sight as he opened the door a crack and said, pleasantly, to the shocked-looking woman in the corridor, “Give us just a second, won’t you?” He closed the door and locked it again. “Think you can stand on your own yet?” he asked, trying not to sound deeply amused.
Rose sighed. “Do you want to know how good that was? Of course you do. Well, it was so good I’m not even going to be upset that you’re going to be smug now. Because, my God, you deserve to be smug for a little bit.”
“So I got better at role-playing, then?”
“Bloody brilliant. And I love you.”
“That I know,” he said, nudging her so that she was standing. He pulled at her frock, straightening it out. “Even when we’re role-playing, you still say my name.”
“Did I?” She looked surprised. “When?”
“Well. When do you think?”
She gazed at him for a second, then reached out and cupped his cheek. He smiled and turned his head and planted a kiss on the palm of her hand.
“Do I look presentable?” she asked.
“Not in the least,” he answered, cheerfully. “But it’s okay. Because I have new roles for us.”
“What new roles?”
He grabbed her hand. “Rose Tyler,” he said. “I’m the Doctor. Run for your life.”