Port Kembla
Title: Port Kembla
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: K
Summary: Nine. Rose. An itty bitty white bikini.
A/N: Merry Christmas fogsblue!!!
Un-beta'ed, so read at your own risk. Crappy title is also crappy.
Rose requested somewhere warm, and on Earth. “No offense, Doctor,” she said wearily, “But I’d rather not be a part of an alien uprising any time soon. I haven’t had a chance to relax in days.”
She did look nearly asleep on her feet, he thought. “We’re not visiting your mother’s,” he said, cautiously.
“No. I talked to her yesterday, so it’s fine.” She yawned. “Somewhere in England, other side of the world, doesn’t matter. I just want a beach.”
The Doctor perked up. “Other side of the world? I can do that.” He walked over to her. “Go get some sleep, Rose. We’ll be there in the morning.”
She smiled slightly. “No morning in the TARDIS,” she reminded him, and padded out.
After setting the coordinates, the Doctor flew the TARDIS to his destination and spent the rest of the night tinkering. The TARDIS seemed pleased, whether because of the destination or his attitude he didn’t know. She had been complaining about his recent abuse of the console, and after a large shock he had tried to make amends. The TARDIS needed some of her circuitry repaired and cleaned, and it was the least he could do.
Time passed, as it did with alarming frequency; he didn’t notice Rose had entered the console room until he felt her nudge his foot. “Were you tinkering this whole time?”
“Something wrong with that?” he asked, crawling out from under the console.
Rose shook her head. “No. I have banana muffins cooking in the kitchen; should be ready by the time you shower.” She headed out of the room. “Oil isn’t a good look for you, you know.”
The Doctor frowned, and then reconsidered. Anyone who could make as good of muffins as Rose could be forgiven for the negative praises every now and again.
Once showered and dressed in a clean jumper, the Doctor entered the kitchen to see Rose pulling the muffins out of the oven. She smiled when she saw him, flapping the oven mitt over the pan in an attempt to cool them down.
He still snagged one anyway, juggling it rapidly as the bread scorched his palms.
After much pestering from Rose, and him eating his breakfast slowly in retaliation, they were finally ready to head out and explore. As soon as he opened the doors, Rose dashed out, practically moaning in relief as the sun’s heat soaked through her. She buried her toes in the sand, a blissful smile on her face.
The moan did things to the Doctor. Accompanied with the look on her face, it was all too easy to picture her beneath him, the cause of those sounds coming from him driving into her-
No, he thought, firmly. She was a child, still. And he was too old and damaged.
“You coming, Doctor?” she asked, holding out her hand. Without even thinking about it he drifted into her orbit and allowed her to pull him onwards.
Rose had only brought a small bag, which was bigger on the inside and connected to the TARDIS. One only had to think of what they wanted and it would appear, and within moments they had two towels, a large umbrella, and one of Rose’s books. The Doctor carefully folded his leather jacket onto the towel.
He turned to his companion, intending to ask... something, but his thought process faltered and fell off its track completely when he saw her.
She was wearing that bikini. The little white one that made his blood pressure skyrocket, which left nothing to the imagination and was only held together by fragile little strings. Rose was humming as she folded up her cover up, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen and beginning to apply it. He stared as she rubbed it in, her skin glistening ever so slightly.
He forced his eyes away. Something so simple shouldn’t be so erotic. He was acting like some stupid male ape; Time Lords shouldn’t be attracted to a lesser species. They were logical, detached. The Universe’s great observers and overseers, never getting involved unless needed.
But he never had been a proper Time Lord, had he?
“Doctor?” Rose asked.
Reluctantly, he dragged his eyes back to her. She looked sheepish, holding out the bottle. “I can’t get my back. Do you mind...?”
Yes, he thought. Yes, I do, because my defences are already low.
“No,” he said aloud.
Rose grinned. He took the bottle and she rolled over to her stomach, brushing her hair aside and revealing the long slope of her neck. He swallowed, slowly squirting the sunscreen into his hand, then placing his hand on her back. She was warm against his palm, and he could feel her blood rushing under her skin. Hesitantly he moved his hand, smearing the sunscreen on. Rose had shivered once when his hand had first touched her, but now she was relaxed and pliant. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she was almost purring as he touched her.
The Doctor hesitated when he got to the small of her back, skirting the line of her bottoms. “Want me to do your legs?” he asked quietly.
“Mmmm... already did them,” Rose sighed. He nodded, and then realized she couldn’t see him and shook himself. Going back to her shoulders, he rubbed the last of the lotion in and stopped, holding his breath.
“Done,” he whispered.
She smiled, her eyes closed. “Thank you, Doctor.”
He simply withdrew his hand. His eyes, however, remained glued to her. Not even willpower could make him remove her from his sight, and his hands trembled slightly. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin against his own. The Doctor had indulged in that feeling for months now; holding hands, cupping her face, his lips pressed to her forehead. As a result, his defences had slowly crumbled, leaving nothing more than a few rows of matchstick soldiers defending his hearts. Even then they were struggling, trying to stay upright as his hearts beat at them from behind and her smile weakened them from the front.
“Rose?” he asked, quietly, before he realized he had asked it.
She hummed in reply, and when he didn’t speak she frowned and opened her eyes. As if surprised to see him still sitting so close, she pushed upwards, resting on her elbows. “Doctor? Are you alright?”
“I...” he faltered. The sound of the ocean, the heat of the sun, and the image of Rose Tyler all combined to paint an impossible moment that would never again be reciprocated. His eyes darted down to the sand.
Seconds later he felt her fingers under his chin, and slowly raised his head to meet her gaze. Rose looked confused, worried, and his hearts thrummed. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.
The last line of defence crumbled in the wake of her compassion.
The Doctor leaned forward, closing the gap between them, hesitating briefly on the edge. The rush flew through him, and his head felt momentarily light-headed before his lungs kicked into gear. Rose’s breath stirred against his mouth faintly, and before his mind could talk him out of this insanity, he finally pressed his lips to hers.
Her lips were soft, slightly chapped, and doctored with cherry lip balm. He wanted to taste her more fully, and when he felt her mouth tentatively begin to move against his, he leaned forward, lying her out on her towel gently.
“Rose...” he whispered, and then kissed her softly once more.
She exhaled, one hand moving to grasp his, the other resting lightly at the back of his neck. His mouth opened slightly and he nibbled at her bottom lip. She let out the softest sigh he had heard and opened her mouth, nibbling his in return. Her tongue flicked at it when he was done, and he grunted.
Rose pulled back, gasping for air, her skin flushed. Dazed, he looked down at her, a large, silly smile spreading across his face. “Rose,” he repeated, happily.
“Doctor,” She giggled. “You... that was...” she laughed. “You sure?”
“Wouldn’t have done it otherwise,” he said. “You don’t mind?”
“Been wanting to for ages,” She said shyly.
His smile widened further as he kissed her again.
They had fallen into a comfortable rhythm when reality intruded. “Get a room!” someone shouted, and he looked up and glared at the speaker. It was a brunette woman, loaded down with a basket and chair, but she was grinning ear-to-ear.
He rolled his eyes, and then looked down at the woman beneath him. She was grinning, too. “Want to take this elsewhere?” he asked, hopefully.
Rose laughed. “Down, tiger. We can continue this later. For now, we are at ...” she looked at him expectantly.
“Port Kembla,” he supplied.
“Port Kembla,” Rose continued, as if she hadn’t stopped, “and there is an ocean begging me to swim in it. And you need to teach me how to surf.”
“I don’t know how to surf,” he said, bemused.
“Well, then,” she replied matter-of-factly, “We’ll just have to learn together.”
The Doctor smiled and helped her up. “See who has the most ridiculous face-plant?”
“You are so gonna lose.”
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: K
Summary: Nine. Rose. An itty bitty white bikini.
A/N: Merry Christmas fogsblue!!!
Un-beta'ed, so read at your own risk. Crappy title is also crappy.
Rose requested somewhere warm, and on Earth. “No offense, Doctor,” she said wearily, “But I’d rather not be a part of an alien uprising any time soon. I haven’t had a chance to relax in days.”
She did look nearly asleep on her feet, he thought. “We’re not visiting your mother’s,” he said, cautiously.
“No. I talked to her yesterday, so it’s fine.” She yawned. “Somewhere in England, other side of the world, doesn’t matter. I just want a beach.”
The Doctor perked up. “Other side of the world? I can do that.” He walked over to her. “Go get some sleep, Rose. We’ll be there in the morning.”
She smiled slightly. “No morning in the TARDIS,” she reminded him, and padded out.
After setting the coordinates, the Doctor flew the TARDIS to his destination and spent the rest of the night tinkering. The TARDIS seemed pleased, whether because of the destination or his attitude he didn’t know. She had been complaining about his recent abuse of the console, and after a large shock he had tried to make amends. The TARDIS needed some of her circuitry repaired and cleaned, and it was the least he could do.
Time passed, as it did with alarming frequency; he didn’t notice Rose had entered the console room until he felt her nudge his foot. “Were you tinkering this whole time?”
“Something wrong with that?” he asked, crawling out from under the console.
Rose shook her head. “No. I have banana muffins cooking in the kitchen; should be ready by the time you shower.” She headed out of the room. “Oil isn’t a good look for you, you know.”
The Doctor frowned, and then reconsidered. Anyone who could make as good of muffins as Rose could be forgiven for the negative praises every now and again.
Once showered and dressed in a clean jumper, the Doctor entered the kitchen to see Rose pulling the muffins out of the oven. She smiled when she saw him, flapping the oven mitt over the pan in an attempt to cool them down.
He still snagged one anyway, juggling it rapidly as the bread scorched his palms.
After much pestering from Rose, and him eating his breakfast slowly in retaliation, they were finally ready to head out and explore. As soon as he opened the doors, Rose dashed out, practically moaning in relief as the sun’s heat soaked through her. She buried her toes in the sand, a blissful smile on her face.
The moan did things to the Doctor. Accompanied with the look on her face, it was all too easy to picture her beneath him, the cause of those sounds coming from him driving into her-
No, he thought, firmly. She was a child, still. And he was too old and damaged.
“You coming, Doctor?” she asked, holding out her hand. Without even thinking about it he drifted into her orbit and allowed her to pull him onwards.
Rose had only brought a small bag, which was bigger on the inside and connected to the TARDIS. One only had to think of what they wanted and it would appear, and within moments they had two towels, a large umbrella, and one of Rose’s books. The Doctor carefully folded his leather jacket onto the towel.
He turned to his companion, intending to ask... something, but his thought process faltered and fell off its track completely when he saw her.
She was wearing that bikini. The little white one that made his blood pressure skyrocket, which left nothing to the imagination and was only held together by fragile little strings. Rose was humming as she folded up her cover up, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen and beginning to apply it. He stared as she rubbed it in, her skin glistening ever so slightly.
He forced his eyes away. Something so simple shouldn’t be so erotic. He was acting like some stupid male ape; Time Lords shouldn’t be attracted to a lesser species. They were logical, detached. The Universe’s great observers and overseers, never getting involved unless needed.
But he never had been a proper Time Lord, had he?
“Doctor?” Rose asked.
Reluctantly, he dragged his eyes back to her. She looked sheepish, holding out the bottle. “I can’t get my back. Do you mind...?”
Yes, he thought. Yes, I do, because my defences are already low.
“No,” he said aloud.
Rose grinned. He took the bottle and she rolled over to her stomach, brushing her hair aside and revealing the long slope of her neck. He swallowed, slowly squirting the sunscreen into his hand, then placing his hand on her back. She was warm against his palm, and he could feel her blood rushing under her skin. Hesitantly he moved his hand, smearing the sunscreen on. Rose had shivered once when his hand had first touched her, but now she was relaxed and pliant. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she was almost purring as he touched her.
The Doctor hesitated when he got to the small of her back, skirting the line of her bottoms. “Want me to do your legs?” he asked quietly.
“Mmmm... already did them,” Rose sighed. He nodded, and then realized she couldn’t see him and shook himself. Going back to her shoulders, he rubbed the last of the lotion in and stopped, holding his breath.
“Done,” he whispered.
She smiled, her eyes closed. “Thank you, Doctor.”
He simply withdrew his hand. His eyes, however, remained glued to her. Not even willpower could make him remove her from his sight, and his hands trembled slightly. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin against his own. The Doctor had indulged in that feeling for months now; holding hands, cupping her face, his lips pressed to her forehead. As a result, his defences had slowly crumbled, leaving nothing more than a few rows of matchstick soldiers defending his hearts. Even then they were struggling, trying to stay upright as his hearts beat at them from behind and her smile weakened them from the front.
“Rose?” he asked, quietly, before he realized he had asked it.
She hummed in reply, and when he didn’t speak she frowned and opened her eyes. As if surprised to see him still sitting so close, she pushed upwards, resting on her elbows. “Doctor? Are you alright?”
“I...” he faltered. The sound of the ocean, the heat of the sun, and the image of Rose Tyler all combined to paint an impossible moment that would never again be reciprocated. His eyes darted down to the sand.
Seconds later he felt her fingers under his chin, and slowly raised his head to meet her gaze. Rose looked confused, worried, and his hearts thrummed. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.
The last line of defence crumbled in the wake of her compassion.
The Doctor leaned forward, closing the gap between them, hesitating briefly on the edge. The rush flew through him, and his head felt momentarily light-headed before his lungs kicked into gear. Rose’s breath stirred against his mouth faintly, and before his mind could talk him out of this insanity, he finally pressed his lips to hers.
Her lips were soft, slightly chapped, and doctored with cherry lip balm. He wanted to taste her more fully, and when he felt her mouth tentatively begin to move against his, he leaned forward, lying her out on her towel gently.
“Rose...” he whispered, and then kissed her softly once more.
She exhaled, one hand moving to grasp his, the other resting lightly at the back of his neck. His mouth opened slightly and he nibbled at her bottom lip. She let out the softest sigh he had heard and opened her mouth, nibbling his in return. Her tongue flicked at it when he was done, and he grunted.
Rose pulled back, gasping for air, her skin flushed. Dazed, he looked down at her, a large, silly smile spreading across his face. “Rose,” he repeated, happily.
“Doctor,” She giggled. “You... that was...” she laughed. “You sure?”
“Wouldn’t have done it otherwise,” he said. “You don’t mind?”
“Been wanting to for ages,” She said shyly.
His smile widened further as he kissed her again.
They had fallen into a comfortable rhythm when reality intruded. “Get a room!” someone shouted, and he looked up and glared at the speaker. It was a brunette woman, loaded down with a basket and chair, but she was grinning ear-to-ear.
He rolled his eyes, and then looked down at the woman beneath him. She was grinning, too. “Want to take this elsewhere?” he asked, hopefully.
Rose laughed. “Down, tiger. We can continue this later. For now, we are at ...” she looked at him expectantly.
“Port Kembla,” he supplied.
“Port Kembla,” Rose continued, as if she hadn’t stopped, “and there is an ocean begging me to swim in it. And you need to teach me how to surf.”
“I don’t know how to surf,” he said, bemused.
“Well, then,” she replied matter-of-factly, “We’ll just have to learn together.”
The Doctor smiled and helped her up. “See who has the most ridiculous face-plant?”
“You are so gonna lose.”