Collab Fic: To the Waters and the Wild (11/11)
Title: To the Waters and the Wild: Chapter 11 (11/11)
Authors: ladychi and the_tenzo
Beta: spikewriter
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Ten II/Rose/Ten (yes, all together), Master/Lucy, Donna, Martha, Jack
Dedication: Written for unfolded73 and fid_gin for their birthdays
Summary: Rose and her two Doctors try to make the new configuration of Team TARDIS work after Journeys End. Meanwhile, an old foe has other plans for them entirely.
LadyChi's Closing Thoughts: And here, my friends, we come to the end. A gloriously smutty end, yes, but an end all the same. I know the_tenzo would join me in saying that first we must thank spikewriter for all of her hard work over the past couple of months, helping us stay on track and together -- for that's one of the unique challenges of collaboration: finding a way to make two harmonious voices sound... unison.
I want to express my profound appreciation for the_tenzo, for first asking for my help on this project, and then picking up the slack for me so often over the last two months as my life went from relatively uneventful to crazy busy. It's the mark of a good partner and a better friend that she did so without complaint. It was a true honor to work with her -- the writing process became so intriguing for me, and watching her work, and then adding my own flavor to hers, was a pleasure beyond expressing. Even if this fic hadn't been well-received, I would have viewed it a positive experience just for that.
Finally -- a special note for unfolded73 and fid_gin. Thank you, ladies. For enjoying the story, for letting us know. For continuing to be brilliant and inspirational. Because of you, I continue to "up my game" to remain on your level. Beyond that, you inspire me on a personal level, too. I'm a much better person for having known you both.
Without anymore pomp (for which the_tenzo will probably kill me, apologies for the long-windedness), here is the Epilogue of To the Waters and the Wild. Enjoy.
Previous Chapters: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Some time and relative dimensions in space later...
"Are you sure you have to leave so soon?" the village elder asked them as they lined up in front of the TARDIS, two twins and a human woman.
"Onwards and upwards," the Doctor said, giving a warm smile and fiddling with a button on his long brown coat.
The young girl, who had worked closely with them to eradicate the threat to their way of life-and shown great bravery in doing so-stepped forward. "But you never said... who are you?"
"Just travellers," he said modestly, and turned to unlock the TARDIS door.
"No, but," the girl continued, "all of you, when we were hanging over the edge of that cliff, you laughed. You all laughed together about it, and I thought I was going to die. I thought I'd never see my mum and dad again, or my sisters, and none of you seemed to care. And now... I don't know if I should admire you or hate you."
Rose looked down at her feet, and traced a little swirling pattern in the snow with the toe of her trainer. The other Doctor, in his blue suit, arched an eyebrow at his Time Lord twin and then looked back at the girl, "It's not that we don't care. I think maybe we care too much, actually...."
"And I think it's time we be off," the Doctor in brown said awkwardly.
"Look after your big sister," Rose said, kneeling down and tousling the hair of another young girl. "I don't think the Abraxians will be back any time soon," she announced generally to the crowd surrounding the TARDIS.
The Doctor nearly fumbled the keys, he was so keen to get the door unlocked and get out of there. After starting the dematerialization sequence, he stood for a long time staring at the TARDIS console-not really looking at anything, just not ready to look anyone else in the eye just yet. He heard Rose and the other Doctor moving about the room behind him, tossing heavy winter coats aside, rubbing each others' arms to get warm again, giggling softly and sharing a silly joke.
"I'm sorry," he said, almost to himself.
"What for?" Rose asked, moving behind him and clasping him around the waist. "I'd say that was quite a successful day."
"If you ever think I don't care..." He stood stiffly, wanting to melt into her embrace but not feeling quite able to.
"What's this, now?" The other Doctor sat down on the captain's chair and started to unlace his snow-covered trainers. "You know neither of us would ever mistake you for not caring. Maybe others have a hard time understanding but... well, no one knows you better than me."
"Should I be jealous?" Rose asked playfully, forcibly turning the Doctor around and placing one hand over each of his hearts, as she'd developed the habit of doing lately.
"If anyone's going to be jealous, I reserve that right," the human Doctor sniffed, tossing a shoe off to the side.
"How's that?" Rose ended their embrace and went to sit next to the other man.
"The way I see it," her second Doctor continued, "you've got him, and you've got me, but I've just got you." His human duplicate had clearly meant the observation to be just a bit of light-hearted teasing, but there was truth in it. A sort of truth, or a truth as the other Doctor saw it.
"You have got me," the Doctor found himself saying, without really thinking.
"Aw, that's sweet," Rose said cheerily, lightly punching the human Doctor in the arm. "See? You've got him, too. I'm glad you boys have worked things out..."
Her words echoed, unacknowledged by either Doctor. Later she would tell them that they'd both looked like they'd just solved the same complicated maths problem at the same time. In a way, perhaps they had.
The Doctor sat down on the other side of Rose, not taking his eyes from the knowing gaze of his duplicate. He shouldn't be surprised, he remembered thinking. Another man who shared his memories, his basic personality, his own drives and ambitions-he really should have seen it coming. But the fact remained that when the other Doctor leaned across Rose, his hand on her thigh, and proceeded to show him a very human form of affection, he was momentarily rendered utterly gobsmacked. The sensation lasted just a brief second before he felt his eyes falling shut, his head tilting slightly to the left in order to deepen the kiss, and his hearts speeding up with the thrill of being proved so terribly wrong. His own words came back to him: Day I know everything, might as well stop.
Slowly, they broke apart, the other Doctor panting just a little bit harder than he, and his eyes cast downwards. "Was that... was that all right?" he asked quietly.
The Doctor let his hands fall on to Rose's leg, trying to telegraph to her some of what he was feeling in the embrace of the other man, and soon enough his human counterpart did the same. The flimsy, battered little chair seemed all-together too small for this revelation, and he stood up again, not entirely knowing what the next move might be. This territory was uncharted, and, as he had always done at such times, he reached for Rose's hand. He drew her into his arms, sliding his hands beneath her t-shirt to her bare skin and kissing her. "I think we've all got each other," he said softly against the soft skin of her neck. "It feels right. At least, it does now."
Out of the corner of his half-lidded eye, he saw the other Doctor also stand, and begin to kiss her deeply, drawing little sighs from her that he felt vibrate against his own chest.
When he found himself kissing the other man again, he could taste her on his breath, even as she stepped behind him and kissed his neck, quickly finding the spot beneath his ear that sent quivers all the way down his spine to his stomach, to the coiling ache in his groin. He could feel her hardened nipples against his back, set in contrast to her soft breasts, and her hands sought the other man's so that soon the two of them together were stroking, embracing, grabbing at him in unison.
"Rose," he said to the other Doctor and there was no more either of them needed to say to communicate their desires. His mouth was over hers while the other Doctor worked at the snap of her trousers. He spared one brief, idle thought about how extremely efficient this sort of teamwork had the potential to be, before losing himself again in what was fast becoming a delirious whirl of lips and hands and four beating hearts.
The pace of their foreplay turned the corner towards becoming frantic-buoyed by a new and much more innocent sense of playful competition. Light presses of fingertips against erogenous zones, quick kisses in spots designed to bring each other to their knees. Rose worked the Doctor's brown jacket off of him while the other man tugged at his trousers and shorts. Shoes went flying, socks were hastily discarded, until they all stood, panting, in a semi-naked circle.
"Console room sex," said the Doctor who had been in blue, but at the moment was sporting only a loose tie and one black sock, "is something I have been looking forward to for a long time."
"Always imagined it would be uncomfortable," the Doctor said, almost grudgingly, "but I find the grating is easily ignored when..." his twin removed himself from Rose's grasp and dropped to his knees, taking the Doctor into his mouth and sucking very lightly, "... the circumstances are... fuck... right..."
His duplicate released him again and looked up with dark eyes. "You sound like you speak from recent experience," he said before going back to work.
He had to reach behind him to find some support against a column before answering. Rose was working to remove all the stray bits of embarressing clothing from both herself and the two men when she winked at him.
"You remember when you had to run out and fetch some groceries from that shop on Bright Hope last week," she said, undoing the human Doctor's tie and being very careful not to get in the way.
Beyond the thought of what they'd done in the console room that afternoon, the recollection of something that he had done that the other man had no memory of was powerfully arousing. He shared so much with the other Doctor-too much, really. But the longer they existed as two men, the more of these individual experiences they would each have. "I remember," he said raggedly as the other man freed him from the warm wet of his mouth with a pop.
"I had a feeling," the other Doctor said. "The way you looked at each other when I got back."
Rose kicked the heaps of discarded clothing off to the side and draped herself over the chair wantonly, in what the Doctor recognised as a bit of a replay of their previous encounter. He felt his cock grow even harder, which he knew was not lost on the other man.
"Right there on the chair, eh?" the other Doctor said, standing again and drawing so close that they rubbed and bumped against one another in ways that made them both involuntarily buck their hips.
Rose nodded languidly, apparently enjoying her two lovers finally getting on better. Which could, perhaps, have been the understatement of the century. "You can tell him what we did," came her voice, honeyed and low. He was coming undone under the hands of the other man, and it was disorienting in the extreme.
"She wasn't wearing any knickers," he finally said, as if that explained the entire encounter. His words were acknowledged by the other man bucking hard up against him with bony hips. "It made me very..."
"Hard?" his duplicate offered, bringing a hand between them and grabbing hold of his cock roughly. The Doctor hadn't thought he would be so forward and rough, but then... he did know exactly how he liked it. It would be daft to think he'd be any other way.
"Aroused," he moaned in an aborted effort to sound vaguely analytical.
"So: hard," the other Doctor said, giving a couple of quick pumps that made the Doctor see stars. "And you just thought, why not?"
"Really that was mostly me," Rose said, a smile on her lips. "I sort of..."
"Seduced him?" the human Doctor offered, seemingly pleased at his ability to finish everyone else's sentences. "I think I see the appeal." He plunged his mouth back down over the Doctor's and the rough sucking and biting walked the exquisite line between pleasure and pain. He was lost now, so lost that he didn't notice that instead of two hands on him now there were four, and the lips that moved over his cock now were fuller and smoother than before. The logistics were confusing to him, as he tried to piece together why every moan rung from his throat by Rose's lips was echoed by the other man's, why there were two large strong hands tangled in his hair while someone else was gripping him tightly from below. He lost track of who was doing what to whom and where, and the sensation was just like what he felt when he took his leave of all the places that he had visited. He could relax, he could just feel and be and not need to present any other front to the world.
"I don't want you to worry about me," Rose said breathlessly, perhaps in response to something the other man had done or said.
Just her being there with them as they made this discovery made him feel closer to her than he had in a very long time. Rose slid her hands up both of their bodies at once, pressing them together so that again their reflexes to thrust and buck resulted in such mutual pleasure, it was impossible to stop once they'd started. His hands found their way between them and he felt them bump together, felt their identical narrow, sinewy hips and thighs, ran his hands along his duplicate's length and then his own, comparing, exploring, contrasting.
Rose whispered encouragements into their ears, pressed her body against theirs and said a number of filthy, tantalising things about their identical cocks that pushed them both to a place where all that could be done was a furious licking of palms and pumping of hands, a straining of muscles and a glorious near-simultaneous release. The Doctor heard nothing for a moment, saw nothing but a white irising-in, even behind closed lids. When he came to himself again, still spasming with pleasure and reeling knock-kneed against the column, he heard a soft sucking sound. Opening his eyes, he found that his duplicate was looking down, with no small amount of wonder, to where Rose was gingerly lapping up the messy results of their encounter.
"Rose..." His voice trailed off as he looked back at his twin, and then down at her again. He reached out a hand and drew her to her feet, pulling her close and tasting her-tasting all of them, in her mouth. He thrilled at it and felt himself twitch against her.
"Cheeky," Rose muttered, only to be drawn over to the other Doctor, who kissed her soundly, and then lifted his head. In his twin's eyes he saw all the thoughts that he had-and a mutual love, respect, and amazement at this woman who loved them both so completely. He might not be in love with the other Doctor, but they shared this feeling, and it was somehow enough.
If something else was building, or if nothing else was building, they would have that. The Doctors exchanged a look and then adjusted her so she stood in between them, the Doctor with two hearts behind her, and the Doctor with just one in front. They linked their hands and together, brought them to her breasts.
"Beautiful," the Doctor breathed as her skin flushed blush pink at the hint of contact, and her nipples tightened, silently asking for more. His twin nodded, brushing the underside of her breast with his thumb, the other Doctor's fingers following just slightly behind.
"Gorgeous," he agreed, the word rolling around in his mouth. Rose's cheeks flushed and her eyes dropped to the floor.
For a moment, the Doctor's two hearts stopped still, and then gradually restarted when a smile spread across Rose's face.
"If there's something you don't want us to do together, or... something isn't right, then..."
"Oh, shut up," Rose said, bringing their hands down, down her body, over the cover of her hip to the contours of her thighs. "I think you can worry about me now."
Chapters: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Authors: ladychi and the_tenzo
Beta: spikewriter
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Ten II/Rose/Ten (yes, all together), Master/Lucy, Donna, Martha, Jack
Dedication: Written for unfolded73 and fid_gin for their birthdays
Summary: Rose and her two Doctors try to make the new configuration of Team TARDIS work after Journeys End. Meanwhile, an old foe has other plans for them entirely.
LadyChi's Closing Thoughts: And here, my friends, we come to the end. A gloriously smutty end, yes, but an end all the same. I know the_tenzo would join me in saying that first we must thank spikewriter for all of her hard work over the past couple of months, helping us stay on track and together -- for that's one of the unique challenges of collaboration: finding a way to make two harmonious voices sound... unison.
I want to express my profound appreciation for the_tenzo, for first asking for my help on this project, and then picking up the slack for me so often over the last two months as my life went from relatively uneventful to crazy busy. It's the mark of a good partner and a better friend that she did so without complaint. It was a true honor to work with her -- the writing process became so intriguing for me, and watching her work, and then adding my own flavor to hers, was a pleasure beyond expressing. Even if this fic hadn't been well-received, I would have viewed it a positive experience just for that.
Finally -- a special note for unfolded73 and fid_gin. Thank you, ladies. For enjoying the story, for letting us know. For continuing to be brilliant and inspirational. Because of you, I continue to "up my game" to remain on your level. Beyond that, you inspire me on a personal level, too. I'm a much better person for having known you both.
Without anymore pomp (for which the_tenzo will probably kill me, apologies for the long-windedness), here is the Epilogue of To the Waters and the Wild. Enjoy.
Previous Chapters: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Some time and relative dimensions in space later...
"Are you sure you have to leave so soon?" the village elder asked them as they lined up in front of the TARDIS, two twins and a human woman.
"Onwards and upwards," the Doctor said, giving a warm smile and fiddling with a button on his long brown coat.
The young girl, who had worked closely with them to eradicate the threat to their way of life-and shown great bravery in doing so-stepped forward. "But you never said... who are you?"
"Just travellers," he said modestly, and turned to unlock the TARDIS door.
"No, but," the girl continued, "all of you, when we were hanging over the edge of that cliff, you laughed. You all laughed together about it, and I thought I was going to die. I thought I'd never see my mum and dad again, or my sisters, and none of you seemed to care. And now... I don't know if I should admire you or hate you."
Rose looked down at her feet, and traced a little swirling pattern in the snow with the toe of her trainer. The other Doctor, in his blue suit, arched an eyebrow at his Time Lord twin and then looked back at the girl, "It's not that we don't care. I think maybe we care too much, actually...."
"And I think it's time we be off," the Doctor in brown said awkwardly.
"Look after your big sister," Rose said, kneeling down and tousling the hair of another young girl. "I don't think the Abraxians will be back any time soon," she announced generally to the crowd surrounding the TARDIS.
The Doctor nearly fumbled the keys, he was so keen to get the door unlocked and get out of there. After starting the dematerialization sequence, he stood for a long time staring at the TARDIS console-not really looking at anything, just not ready to look anyone else in the eye just yet. He heard Rose and the other Doctor moving about the room behind him, tossing heavy winter coats aside, rubbing each others' arms to get warm again, giggling softly and sharing a silly joke.
"I'm sorry," he said, almost to himself.
"What for?" Rose asked, moving behind him and clasping him around the waist. "I'd say that was quite a successful day."
"If you ever think I don't care..." He stood stiffly, wanting to melt into her embrace but not feeling quite able to.
"What's this, now?" The other Doctor sat down on the captain's chair and started to unlace his snow-covered trainers. "You know neither of us would ever mistake you for not caring. Maybe others have a hard time understanding but... well, no one knows you better than me."
"Should I be jealous?" Rose asked playfully, forcibly turning the Doctor around and placing one hand over each of his hearts, as she'd developed the habit of doing lately.
"If anyone's going to be jealous, I reserve that right," the human Doctor sniffed, tossing a shoe off to the side.
"How's that?" Rose ended their embrace and went to sit next to the other man.
"The way I see it," her second Doctor continued, "you've got him, and you've got me, but I've just got you." His human duplicate had clearly meant the observation to be just a bit of light-hearted teasing, but there was truth in it. A sort of truth, or a truth as the other Doctor saw it.
"You have got me," the Doctor found himself saying, without really thinking.
"Aw, that's sweet," Rose said cheerily, lightly punching the human Doctor in the arm. "See? You've got him, too. I'm glad you boys have worked things out..."
Her words echoed, unacknowledged by either Doctor. Later she would tell them that they'd both looked like they'd just solved the same complicated maths problem at the same time. In a way, perhaps they had.
The Doctor sat down on the other side of Rose, not taking his eyes from the knowing gaze of his duplicate. He shouldn't be surprised, he remembered thinking. Another man who shared his memories, his basic personality, his own drives and ambitions-he really should have seen it coming. But the fact remained that when the other Doctor leaned across Rose, his hand on her thigh, and proceeded to show him a very human form of affection, he was momentarily rendered utterly gobsmacked. The sensation lasted just a brief second before he felt his eyes falling shut, his head tilting slightly to the left in order to deepen the kiss, and his hearts speeding up with the thrill of being proved so terribly wrong. His own words came back to him: Day I know everything, might as well stop.
Slowly, they broke apart, the other Doctor panting just a little bit harder than he, and his eyes cast downwards. "Was that... was that all right?" he asked quietly.
The Doctor let his hands fall on to Rose's leg, trying to telegraph to her some of what he was feeling in the embrace of the other man, and soon enough his human counterpart did the same. The flimsy, battered little chair seemed all-together too small for this revelation, and he stood up again, not entirely knowing what the next move might be. This territory was uncharted, and, as he had always done at such times, he reached for Rose's hand. He drew her into his arms, sliding his hands beneath her t-shirt to her bare skin and kissing her. "I think we've all got each other," he said softly against the soft skin of her neck. "It feels right. At least, it does now."
Out of the corner of his half-lidded eye, he saw the other Doctor also stand, and begin to kiss her deeply, drawing little sighs from her that he felt vibrate against his own chest.
When he found himself kissing the other man again, he could taste her on his breath, even as she stepped behind him and kissed his neck, quickly finding the spot beneath his ear that sent quivers all the way down his spine to his stomach, to the coiling ache in his groin. He could feel her hardened nipples against his back, set in contrast to her soft breasts, and her hands sought the other man's so that soon the two of them together were stroking, embracing, grabbing at him in unison.
"Rose," he said to the other Doctor and there was no more either of them needed to say to communicate their desires. His mouth was over hers while the other Doctor worked at the snap of her trousers. He spared one brief, idle thought about how extremely efficient this sort of teamwork had the potential to be, before losing himself again in what was fast becoming a delirious whirl of lips and hands and four beating hearts.
The pace of their foreplay turned the corner towards becoming frantic-buoyed by a new and much more innocent sense of playful competition. Light presses of fingertips against erogenous zones, quick kisses in spots designed to bring each other to their knees. Rose worked the Doctor's brown jacket off of him while the other man tugged at his trousers and shorts. Shoes went flying, socks were hastily discarded, until they all stood, panting, in a semi-naked circle.
"Console room sex," said the Doctor who had been in blue, but at the moment was sporting only a loose tie and one black sock, "is something I have been looking forward to for a long time."
"Always imagined it would be uncomfortable," the Doctor said, almost grudgingly, "but I find the grating is easily ignored when..." his twin removed himself from Rose's grasp and dropped to his knees, taking the Doctor into his mouth and sucking very lightly, "... the circumstances are... fuck... right..."
His duplicate released him again and looked up with dark eyes. "You sound like you speak from recent experience," he said before going back to work.
He had to reach behind him to find some support against a column before answering. Rose was working to remove all the stray bits of embarressing clothing from both herself and the two men when she winked at him.
"You remember when you had to run out and fetch some groceries from that shop on Bright Hope last week," she said, undoing the human Doctor's tie and being very careful not to get in the way.
Beyond the thought of what they'd done in the console room that afternoon, the recollection of something that he had done that the other man had no memory of was powerfully arousing. He shared so much with the other Doctor-too much, really. But the longer they existed as two men, the more of these individual experiences they would each have. "I remember," he said raggedly as the other man freed him from the warm wet of his mouth with a pop.
"I had a feeling," the other Doctor said. "The way you looked at each other when I got back."
Rose kicked the heaps of discarded clothing off to the side and draped herself over the chair wantonly, in what the Doctor recognised as a bit of a replay of their previous encounter. He felt his cock grow even harder, which he knew was not lost on the other man.
"Right there on the chair, eh?" the other Doctor said, standing again and drawing so close that they rubbed and bumped against one another in ways that made them both involuntarily buck their hips.
Rose nodded languidly, apparently enjoying her two lovers finally getting on better. Which could, perhaps, have been the understatement of the century. "You can tell him what we did," came her voice, honeyed and low. He was coming undone under the hands of the other man, and it was disorienting in the extreme.
"She wasn't wearing any knickers," he finally said, as if that explained the entire encounter. His words were acknowledged by the other man bucking hard up against him with bony hips. "It made me very..."
"Hard?" his duplicate offered, bringing a hand between them and grabbing hold of his cock roughly. The Doctor hadn't thought he would be so forward and rough, but then... he did know exactly how he liked it. It would be daft to think he'd be any other way.
"Aroused," he moaned in an aborted effort to sound vaguely analytical.
"So: hard," the other Doctor said, giving a couple of quick pumps that made the Doctor see stars. "And you just thought, why not?"
"Really that was mostly me," Rose said, a smile on her lips. "I sort of..."
"Seduced him?" the human Doctor offered, seemingly pleased at his ability to finish everyone else's sentences. "I think I see the appeal." He plunged his mouth back down over the Doctor's and the rough sucking and biting walked the exquisite line between pleasure and pain. He was lost now, so lost that he didn't notice that instead of two hands on him now there were four, and the lips that moved over his cock now were fuller and smoother than before. The logistics were confusing to him, as he tried to piece together why every moan rung from his throat by Rose's lips was echoed by the other man's, why there were two large strong hands tangled in his hair while someone else was gripping him tightly from below. He lost track of who was doing what to whom and where, and the sensation was just like what he felt when he took his leave of all the places that he had visited. He could relax, he could just feel and be and not need to present any other front to the world.
"I don't want you to worry about me," Rose said breathlessly, perhaps in response to something the other man had done or said.
Just her being there with them as they made this discovery made him feel closer to her than he had in a very long time. Rose slid her hands up both of their bodies at once, pressing them together so that again their reflexes to thrust and buck resulted in such mutual pleasure, it was impossible to stop once they'd started. His hands found their way between them and he felt them bump together, felt their identical narrow, sinewy hips and thighs, ran his hands along his duplicate's length and then his own, comparing, exploring, contrasting.
Rose whispered encouragements into their ears, pressed her body against theirs and said a number of filthy, tantalising things about their identical cocks that pushed them both to a place where all that could be done was a furious licking of palms and pumping of hands, a straining of muscles and a glorious near-simultaneous release. The Doctor heard nothing for a moment, saw nothing but a white irising-in, even behind closed lids. When he came to himself again, still spasming with pleasure and reeling knock-kneed against the column, he heard a soft sucking sound. Opening his eyes, he found that his duplicate was looking down, with no small amount of wonder, to where Rose was gingerly lapping up the messy results of their encounter.
"Rose..." His voice trailed off as he looked back at his twin, and then down at her again. He reached out a hand and drew her to her feet, pulling her close and tasting her-tasting all of them, in her mouth. He thrilled at it and felt himself twitch against her.
"Cheeky," Rose muttered, only to be drawn over to the other Doctor, who kissed her soundly, and then lifted his head. In his twin's eyes he saw all the thoughts that he had-and a mutual love, respect, and amazement at this woman who loved them both so completely. He might not be in love with the other Doctor, but they shared this feeling, and it was somehow enough.
If something else was building, or if nothing else was building, they would have that. The Doctors exchanged a look and then adjusted her so she stood in between them, the Doctor with two hearts behind her, and the Doctor with just one in front. They linked their hands and together, brought them to her breasts.
"Beautiful," the Doctor breathed as her skin flushed blush pink at the hint of contact, and her nipples tightened, silently asking for more. His twin nodded, brushing the underside of her breast with his thumb, the other Doctor's fingers following just slightly behind.
"Gorgeous," he agreed, the word rolling around in his mouth. Rose's cheeks flushed and her eyes dropped to the floor.
For a moment, the Doctor's two hearts stopped still, and then gradually restarted when a smile spread across Rose's face.
"If there's something you don't want us to do together, or... something isn't right, then..."
"Oh, shut up," Rose said, bringing their hands down, down her body, over the cover of her hip to the contours of her thighs. "I think you can worry about me now."
Chapters: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10