New Fic: Life Cycle, 1/2
Title: Life Cycle, part one: Sestina
Fandom: Doctor Who 2005
Characters: Nine/Rose.
Prompt: You took me in and you drove me out; yeah, you had me hypnotized. Lost and found and turned around by the fire in your eyes ("Mama, I'm Coming Home" - Ozzy Osbourne)
Word Count: 1400 words, or thereabouts.
Rating: R, for the smut, and one bad word.
Summary: In the end, they’d both reached for each other at the same time.
Author's Notes: Written for the 50lyricsfanfic challenge. Spoilers for ‘Father’s Day’ and ‘The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances’. This story is in two parts which can be read as standalones, but do follow on from each other. If that makes sense.
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Part the First: Sestina
They hadn’t planned it, really; it had just happened, after months of hugs and handholding, each waiting for the other to give some sort of a signal.
In the end, they’d both reached for each other at the same time.
~ * ~
Their first encounter followed a rather nasty brush with death. An Odasnickle on Lagarna Four had chased them up a rather steep hill, and they’d barely made it down the other side and doubled back to the TARDIS before it made them its new favourite pets.
Breathless and full of adrenaline, they found themselves kissing in the console room and barely managed to scramble to a bedroom before he was buried deep inside her and making time falter in fits and starts.
Afterwards they had time to think and regret; and even avoid each other guiltily for a few days as each tried to decide where they wanted to go with this new dimension to their relationship. She pondered, and he avoided meeting her eyes, and in the end it was she who decided to take matters in hand, so to speak.
~ * ~
Their second time happened after a near disastrous trip to Rose’s past. Having watched her father die for the second time in one day, Rose had fallen apart in the Doctor’s arms. He’d held her while she sobbed, and when her tears subsided and her lips sought his, he’d only whispered a protest. He’d allowed himself to be seduced by her lips, her tongue and her determination, assuring himself that one more time wouldn’t do any harm. They could still go on as before.
He’d slunk away while she was sleeping and the next day pretended nothing had happened. He wondered why he was disappointed when she let him get away with it.
~ * ~
Their third time almost didn’t happen. He carefully avoided temptation, keeping their relationship on an affectionate but platonic level. She kept her distance too, though occasionally he would see her watching him thoughtfully when she thought he couldn’t see her.
Then they met Jack. Rose seemed quite taken with the man’s charm, and the Doctor fought his irrational dislike. He had no right to her, after all. Still, she pestered him to dance with her, and he humoured her, if only to keep her from Jack’s arms.
Later, she flounced into his bedroom and onto the chair by his bed, fully clothed with eyes of fire.
“Just what game are you playing with me, Doctor?”
He didn’t look up. “Rose, I’m trying to read.”
“I don’t care. I’m not a block of land, you know. You don’t get to stake your claim and then just walk away.”
He still kept his eyes trained on his book. “Who says I’m staking a claim, then?”
“I do. You practically snarled at Jack every time he even looked at me.”
“What you and Jack get up to is your business. Nothing to do with me.”
She was silent for so long that he did look up; she was gaping at him. “I can’t believe you,” she whispered. She stood up, and her voice gained strength again. “All right then, if you’re not interested.”
“Oh, so that’s it, is it?” He sprang up from the bed and paced away from her. “Cramping your style, am I?”
“You just said it was nothing to do with you!”
“It is nothing to do with me. Go on, go and seduce Jack and get back at me. Is that you wanted? Permission?”
She slapped him, and before he knew what he was doing he had her shoved up against the door; his knee forcing its way between her thighs. “If we do this, Rose, then I’m claiming you. No more Mickey; no Jack. Just me.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice lingering on the hissing sound of the s. “But it goes both ways. No more drive-by fucking, Doctor, I’m sick of being played with. Either you want me or you don’t. And if you don’t, you can keep the jealous boyfriend act to yourself.”
She raised her chin defiantly, and he regarded her carefully for a moment before nodding agreement. He let go of her wrists and slipped his hands just under the hem of her shirt. “Are you still sure about that T-shirt?”
She smirked. “Not since it almost got me killed. You’d better help me take it off.”
He grinned and pulled the t-shirt over her head before pinning her to the wall again and finally kissing her. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and chuckled inwardly at the definite clink it made when it hit the floor. He must have been a quick study on bra hooks because he’d got hers undone pretty easily, and it was only their third time. She dragged the jumper over his head a little too roughly, and she heard a muffled “Ow!” as the neckline got caught on his nose.
“Sorry!” she apologised, and his hands undoing the fly of her jeans seemed to indicate she was forgiven. He pushed them down just far enough to get his hand into her knickers, and she rested her forehead on his shoulder.
She got his own trousers undone, and he lifted her up and pushed his way in.
Her feet didn’t quite reach to the ground, but she was supported by the door behind her and him in front. She wanted to lift her legs to wrap around him, but they were still encased in her jeans and she had to make do.
Soon she wasn’t thinking anymore about the cool wood behind her, or the bruises on her hip where he held her, or the possibility that he’d be gone again in the morning, despite his promise. There was only friction, and the slowly building feeling of almost, almost, almost…
There. He was there too; she could tell by the fingernails digging into her hip as his breath quickened and his movements slowed.
Now she was rather glad of the door at her back; she wasn’t quite sure she could have stayed upright without it. She tried to catch her breath, and his head dropped to rest on her shoulder as he did the same. Eventually his grip eased and she slid back down until she was supported by her own legs again.
When he was sure she had her balance, he withdrew and bent to pick up her clothes. “I’m sorry,” he said carefully, handing her the shirt. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.”
She couldn’t help it-she giggled. “You’re sorry? I should slap you more often if it gets me apologies and hot sex.”
He tried to mask it, but she did see the slight twitch at her candour-he was still not quite comfortable with this. Well, she’d work on that. She took her shirt from him and slipped it back on, stepping up to kiss him on the cheek. “Remember your promise,” she breathed in his ear, and he shivered, startled.
~ * ~
By the fourth time, he realised he’d dug himself into a hole.
“Rose,” he sighed raggedly into her hair as he caught her in his arms afterwards.
“Mum thinks I’m infatuated with you,” she confessed.
He raised an eyebrow. “And are you?”
“No.”
He frowned, wondering why that bothered him. He’d been the one with all the objections, after all.
“It’s much more than infatuation. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
He regarded her seriously. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he warned.
“I don’t care,” she replied.
He didn’t either, he realised. It wasn’t a good idea, but he knew he’d long ago passed the point of no return.
His planet was gone; his whole family. He wasn’t supposed to have a home anymore.
But she felt like home.
~ * ~
Part Two: Elegy
Fandom: Doctor Who 2005
Characters: Nine/Rose.
Prompt: You took me in and you drove me out; yeah, you had me hypnotized. Lost and found and turned around by the fire in your eyes ("Mama, I'm Coming Home" - Ozzy Osbourne)
Word Count: 1400 words, or thereabouts.
Rating: R, for the smut, and one bad word.
Summary: In the end, they’d both reached for each other at the same time.
Author's Notes: Written for the 50lyricsfanfic challenge. Spoilers for ‘Father’s Day’ and ‘The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances’. This story is in two parts which can be read as standalones, but do follow on from each other. If that makes sense.
My Lyrics Table.
Part the First: Sestina
They hadn’t planned it, really; it had just happened, after months of hugs and handholding, each waiting for the other to give some sort of a signal.
In the end, they’d both reached for each other at the same time.
~ * ~
Their first encounter followed a rather nasty brush with death. An Odasnickle on Lagarna Four had chased them up a rather steep hill, and they’d barely made it down the other side and doubled back to the TARDIS before it made them its new favourite pets.
Breathless and full of adrenaline, they found themselves kissing in the console room and barely managed to scramble to a bedroom before he was buried deep inside her and making time falter in fits and starts.
Afterwards they had time to think and regret; and even avoid each other guiltily for a few days as each tried to decide where they wanted to go with this new dimension to their relationship. She pondered, and he avoided meeting her eyes, and in the end it was she who decided to take matters in hand, so to speak.
~ * ~
Their second time happened after a near disastrous trip to Rose’s past. Having watched her father die for the second time in one day, Rose had fallen apart in the Doctor’s arms. He’d held her while she sobbed, and when her tears subsided and her lips sought his, he’d only whispered a protest. He’d allowed himself to be seduced by her lips, her tongue and her determination, assuring himself that one more time wouldn’t do any harm. They could still go on as before.
He’d slunk away while she was sleeping and the next day pretended nothing had happened. He wondered why he was disappointed when she let him get away with it.
~ * ~
Their third time almost didn’t happen. He carefully avoided temptation, keeping their relationship on an affectionate but platonic level. She kept her distance too, though occasionally he would see her watching him thoughtfully when she thought he couldn’t see her.
Then they met Jack. Rose seemed quite taken with the man’s charm, and the Doctor fought his irrational dislike. He had no right to her, after all. Still, she pestered him to dance with her, and he humoured her, if only to keep her from Jack’s arms.
Later, she flounced into his bedroom and onto the chair by his bed, fully clothed with eyes of fire.
“Just what game are you playing with me, Doctor?”
He didn’t look up. “Rose, I’m trying to read.”
“I don’t care. I’m not a block of land, you know. You don’t get to stake your claim and then just walk away.”
He still kept his eyes trained on his book. “Who says I’m staking a claim, then?”
“I do. You practically snarled at Jack every time he even looked at me.”
“What you and Jack get up to is your business. Nothing to do with me.”
She was silent for so long that he did look up; she was gaping at him. “I can’t believe you,” she whispered. She stood up, and her voice gained strength again. “All right then, if you’re not interested.”
“Oh, so that’s it, is it?” He sprang up from the bed and paced away from her. “Cramping your style, am I?”
“You just said it was nothing to do with you!”
“It is nothing to do with me. Go on, go and seduce Jack and get back at me. Is that you wanted? Permission?”
She slapped him, and before he knew what he was doing he had her shoved up against the door; his knee forcing its way between her thighs. “If we do this, Rose, then I’m claiming you. No more Mickey; no Jack. Just me.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice lingering on the hissing sound of the s. “But it goes both ways. No more drive-by fucking, Doctor, I’m sick of being played with. Either you want me or you don’t. And if you don’t, you can keep the jealous boyfriend act to yourself.”
She raised her chin defiantly, and he regarded her carefully for a moment before nodding agreement. He let go of her wrists and slipped his hands just under the hem of her shirt. “Are you still sure about that T-shirt?”
She smirked. “Not since it almost got me killed. You’d better help me take it off.”
He grinned and pulled the t-shirt over her head before pinning her to the wall again and finally kissing her. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and chuckled inwardly at the definite clink it made when it hit the floor. He must have been a quick study on bra hooks because he’d got hers undone pretty easily, and it was only their third time. She dragged the jumper over his head a little too roughly, and she heard a muffled “Ow!” as the neckline got caught on his nose.
“Sorry!” she apologised, and his hands undoing the fly of her jeans seemed to indicate she was forgiven. He pushed them down just far enough to get his hand into her knickers, and she rested her forehead on his shoulder.
She got his own trousers undone, and he lifted her up and pushed his way in.
Her feet didn’t quite reach to the ground, but she was supported by the door behind her and him in front. She wanted to lift her legs to wrap around him, but they were still encased in her jeans and she had to make do.
Soon she wasn’t thinking anymore about the cool wood behind her, or the bruises on her hip where he held her, or the possibility that he’d be gone again in the morning, despite his promise. There was only friction, and the slowly building feeling of almost, almost, almost…
There. He was there too; she could tell by the fingernails digging into her hip as his breath quickened and his movements slowed.
Now she was rather glad of the door at her back; she wasn’t quite sure she could have stayed upright without it. She tried to catch her breath, and his head dropped to rest on her shoulder as he did the same. Eventually his grip eased and she slid back down until she was supported by her own legs again.
When he was sure she had her balance, he withdrew and bent to pick up her clothes. “I’m sorry,” he said carefully, handing her the shirt. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.”
She couldn’t help it-she giggled. “You’re sorry? I should slap you more often if it gets me apologies and hot sex.”
He tried to mask it, but she did see the slight twitch at her candour-he was still not quite comfortable with this. Well, she’d work on that. She took her shirt from him and slipped it back on, stepping up to kiss him on the cheek. “Remember your promise,” she breathed in his ear, and he shivered, startled.
~ * ~
By the fourth time, he realised he’d dug himself into a hole.
“Rose,” he sighed raggedly into her hair as he caught her in his arms afterwards.
“Mum thinks I’m infatuated with you,” she confessed.
He raised an eyebrow. “And are you?”
“No.”
He frowned, wondering why that bothered him. He’d been the one with all the objections, after all.
“It’s much more than infatuation. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
He regarded her seriously. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he warned.
“I don’t care,” she replied.
He didn’t either, he realised. It wasn’t a good idea, but he knew he’d long ago passed the point of no return.
His planet was gone; his whole family. He wasn’t supposed to have a home anymore.
But she felt like home.
~ * ~
Part Two: Elegy