Weather - Part 4 - Chapter 1 - Fog Rolls In
Title: Weather - Part 4 - Chapter 1 - Fog Rolls In
Author: othermewriter
Beta: lostwolfchats
Chapter Rating: PG - Series Rating: Adult
Characters: 9/Rose Disclaimer: not mine, and so not making money from this I try not to dwell on it too much :(
A/N: This one is all Fid_Gin's fault! This smut bunny attacked after reading her going... stories. So I guess since she’s blaming lillibitm3 for that, this then is indirectly her fault. Those bunnies do get around don't they? Does that make them ho bunnies? Whatever the case here is for mo bunnies
Chapter 1 Fog Rolls In
A thick fog clouds my head with feelings of anger and frustration. ‘She’s mine! Doesn’t he know that by now? He has no right to touch her, none! Bloody Yank, and yet another pretty boy and how can she think for a moment I don't 'dance'? Does she think I can't smell his arousal all over her, and even worse the equally strong smell of hers on him? Dinner and dancing indeed! I'm a Time Lord - don't do Dinner and dancing, why should I?’
‘Because, you great fool, you’re losing her!’
‘No she...’
‘Yes, she would. You have given her no reason to do anything else. Never even hinted you have any interest, she is only human! A beautiful, brilliant, hormonally driven, human! More importantly you love her...’
‘Harrumph’
‘You know it, we both know it, you want her and lying to yourself isn't going to work anymore than lying to me does, I've lived in your head too long to believe you.’
‘But she is our companion, she...’
‘So was Romana and that didn't seem to keep the two of you from shagging like bunnies all over. Rassilion, at one point I thought you were going to christen every one of my rooms. You think I don't know the symptoms by now? She's in love with you; you stupid stiff necked Time Lord!’
‘But she's human...’
‘Which is all the more reason you shouldn’t be wasting her time on this foolishness.’
‘She deserves better...’
‘But she wants you. She loves you! Do you want to think about what she will do with him if you don't act? Do you want to think about him, touching...’
‘Shut up!’
‘Kissing her...’
‘Not listening!’
‘Caressing her and sliding into her warm sweet...’
"SHUT UP!"
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"Doctor?" As I walk into the room I stare at him, as I hear him yell, all the while clubbing the TARDIS console; I am worried about him. Every line of his body is etched in anger. I haven't seen him this upset since we found the Dalek in Utah. What disturbs me more is the look of hopelessness and something else that looks very much like a cross between desperate need and terror, in his eyes as he turns at my voice. He tries to hide it but it's too late and I can't help myself as run to him and pull him tightly to me. He is shaking and it feels almost like if I weren’t holding on to him he would collapse. Something has desperately upset him and I so want to make that hurt go away. His voice is broken and trembling as he draws out my name almost like it's some talisman.
“Doctor, please just tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt or…” I never finish the sentence as I am stunned speechless by his lips descending on mine.
For a moment I am too surprised to do anything but marvel that this wonderful man is kissing me. But it doesn’t matter how much I am enjoying the heavenly sensations there is something hurting him, bad, and me succumbing to my fantasies isn’t going help solve whatever is bothering him. Gently I press at his shoulders trying to get him to look at me. Instantly he is pulling back from me like he has been burned and the complete panic I see in his eyes leaves me amazed. Before I can recover he is gone, running from the control room leather jacket snatched from the railing as he passes heading for the living section.
A moment later I realize what he must think, and I am running after him, “Doctor!”
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'I’m a fool! A stupid fool for listening to you! She doesn’t want me. Why in the world did I let you convince me otherwise?'
‘Because I’m right and you know it!’ she snaps, ‘What do you expect ignoring her like she is no more important to you than a piece of antique furniture or a rare vase.’
‘I don’t… How dare you, Verity, you have gone too far this time!’
‘You do! You run around constantly in fear of how fragile she is unwilling to do anything that might allow you to see how lovely, brilliant, funny and sexy our Rose is, then you snog her speechless and wonder why she suddenly wonders what is the matter with you.'
I hear her calling my name and the desperate sound in her voice almost breaks my resolve to not let her find me, instead I keep running. I see a flicker before my eyes as I close them and see the worry and fear that were etched on her face and I know Verity must be wrong. I put that fear on her face, my precious... No, not my, never mine. She deserves so much better than me! In my minds eye I see the pretty boy, Jack, she has picked up and I know I will be damned before I let him have her.
But even with his faults Jack can give her so much more than I ever could. He can grow old with her; give her a home and children. Children a dead relic of a dead people like me doesn't ever deserve, let alone with someone like Rose! I destroyed my people, I threw away what future any of us may have had the day I defied the Council and refused to destroy the Daleks back before they became a threat. The whole Time War and all who died in it were casualties to my holier than thou attitude. I made the wrong choice all that time ago and the universe paid the price, my family and species paid the price. My survival is only just punishment for my crimes against the universe; that I should be denied the release of death. Death is far too good a fate for one such as I.
I jump at the feel of her soft, hot, human hand and realize she has some how got through the darkness of my own thoughts. She is kneeling next to me and I don't even remember stopping, sitting down or propping my back up against the wall. I cringe as I realize how lost I have become in the fog of my own thoughts that have rolled in like an impenetrable fog bank. Just one more reason Rose should have nothing to do with me. I can think of far too many times such inattention would be fatal.
"Doctor? Talk to me, please."
I slide up the wall and find my voice far rougher than it should be. "Rose I..."
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I need to find him, something is wrong and I need to know why he kissed me. I want so much to hope that it means what I want it to, but the way he turned and ran makes me wonder.
Just as I am about to give up on finding him, I do, sitting with his back against the wall head in his hands, looking so incredibly vulnerable and utterly miserable.
As I reach out to him he lifts his head and at the desolation in his eyes I suddenly don't want to know what he is about to say in spite of asking. As he shakily stands I know that if he speaks it will be to tell me goodbye.
So instead I hush his words by kissing him. I try to make him understand how much I love him. I pour into it all the pent up emotions I have had for him almost from those first moments when he said “Run!" Slowly he begins to relax and tentatively kiss me back.
Finally I must draw back in need of air and smile at his dazed expression.
"Rose, I ..."
Before he can say more, I again interrupt him, and this time he is far from tentative, with quiet desperation taking control nipping and caressing my lips with his tongue and teeth. I release a helpless whimper from deep in my throat at the desire this stokes.
This time when I break for air he doesn't release the gentle grip he has on my hips. The expression on his face though is sad and I reach and gently cup the sides of his face, "I love you, my sweet Doctor, you know that right?"
Reluctantly removing his hands, guiltily as if just realizing where they have come to rest, he states, "You shouldn't. I'm not safe."
Running my hands down his graceful neck, shoulders and arms, I put his hands back on my hips. I feel his shiver at my touch; at my caress, I watch his eyes slide closed and I feel a pang of sadness that such a simple action seems to be so craved. "You might have noticed I like dangerous."
His eyes reopen but his hands don't move this time. "Rose you don't understand, I shouldn't..."
"Why?"
"Because... because I don’t deserve you.” Then, almost to quiet for me to hear, “and I will lose you." His confession reminds me how badly he has been hurt by time and the war, and that behind his boldness and strength is a man who seriously needs to be loved.
I snuggle into his body "All the more reason to quit wasting time." With that I kiss him again and feel his resistance crumble.
This time we are both breathless by the time our lips part and, stepping back, I take his hand and lead him back the way we came only to find that around the first corner are two doors. I recognize one as my own bedroom, the second I suspect is his.
As I begin to lead him to my room he gently pulls my hand in the other direction with a hesitant look, and instead we detour toward his.
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Author: othermewriter
Beta: lostwolfchats
Chapter Rating: PG - Series Rating: Adult
Characters: 9/Rose Disclaimer: not mine, and so not making money from this I try not to dwell on it too much :(
A/N: This one is all Fid_Gin's fault! This smut bunny attacked after reading her going... stories. So I guess since she’s blaming lillibitm3 for that, this then is indirectly her fault. Those bunnies do get around don't they? Does that make them ho bunnies? Whatever the case here is for mo bunnies
Chapter 1 Fog Rolls In
A thick fog clouds my head with feelings of anger and frustration. ‘She’s mine! Doesn’t he know that by now? He has no right to touch her, none! Bloody Yank, and yet another pretty boy and how can she think for a moment I don't 'dance'? Does she think I can't smell his arousal all over her, and even worse the equally strong smell of hers on him? Dinner and dancing indeed! I'm a Time Lord - don't do Dinner and dancing, why should I?’
‘Because, you great fool, you’re losing her!’
‘No she...’
‘Yes, she would. You have given her no reason to do anything else. Never even hinted you have any interest, she is only human! A beautiful, brilliant, hormonally driven, human! More importantly you love her...’
‘Harrumph’
‘You know it, we both know it, you want her and lying to yourself isn't going to work anymore than lying to me does, I've lived in your head too long to believe you.’
‘But she is our companion, she...’
‘So was Romana and that didn't seem to keep the two of you from shagging like bunnies all over. Rassilion, at one point I thought you were going to christen every one of my rooms. You think I don't know the symptoms by now? She's in love with you; you stupid stiff necked Time Lord!’
‘But she's human...’
‘Which is all the more reason you shouldn’t be wasting her time on this foolishness.’
‘She deserves better...’
‘But she wants you. She loves you! Do you want to think about what she will do with him if you don't act? Do you want to think about him, touching...’
‘Shut up!’
‘Kissing her...’
‘Not listening!’
‘Caressing her and sliding into her warm sweet...’
"SHUT UP!"
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"Doctor?" As I walk into the room I stare at him, as I hear him yell, all the while clubbing the TARDIS console; I am worried about him. Every line of his body is etched in anger. I haven't seen him this upset since we found the Dalek in Utah. What disturbs me more is the look of hopelessness and something else that looks very much like a cross between desperate need and terror, in his eyes as he turns at my voice. He tries to hide it but it's too late and I can't help myself as run to him and pull him tightly to me. He is shaking and it feels almost like if I weren’t holding on to him he would collapse. Something has desperately upset him and I so want to make that hurt go away. His voice is broken and trembling as he draws out my name almost like it's some talisman.
“Doctor, please just tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt or…” I never finish the sentence as I am stunned speechless by his lips descending on mine.
For a moment I am too surprised to do anything but marvel that this wonderful man is kissing me. But it doesn’t matter how much I am enjoying the heavenly sensations there is something hurting him, bad, and me succumbing to my fantasies isn’t going help solve whatever is bothering him. Gently I press at his shoulders trying to get him to look at me. Instantly he is pulling back from me like he has been burned and the complete panic I see in his eyes leaves me amazed. Before I can recover he is gone, running from the control room leather jacket snatched from the railing as he passes heading for the living section.
A moment later I realize what he must think, and I am running after him, “Doctor!”
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'I’m a fool! A stupid fool for listening to you! She doesn’t want me. Why in the world did I let you convince me otherwise?'
‘Because I’m right and you know it!’ she snaps, ‘What do you expect ignoring her like she is no more important to you than a piece of antique furniture or a rare vase.’
‘I don’t… How dare you, Verity, you have gone too far this time!’
‘You do! You run around constantly in fear of how fragile she is unwilling to do anything that might allow you to see how lovely, brilliant, funny and sexy our Rose is, then you snog her speechless and wonder why she suddenly wonders what is the matter with you.'
I hear her calling my name and the desperate sound in her voice almost breaks my resolve to not let her find me, instead I keep running. I see a flicker before my eyes as I close them and see the worry and fear that were etched on her face and I know Verity must be wrong. I put that fear on her face, my precious... No, not my, never mine. She deserves so much better than me! In my minds eye I see the pretty boy, Jack, she has picked up and I know I will be damned before I let him have her.
But even with his faults Jack can give her so much more than I ever could. He can grow old with her; give her a home and children. Children a dead relic of a dead people like me doesn't ever deserve, let alone with someone like Rose! I destroyed my people, I threw away what future any of us may have had the day I defied the Council and refused to destroy the Daleks back before they became a threat. The whole Time War and all who died in it were casualties to my holier than thou attitude. I made the wrong choice all that time ago and the universe paid the price, my family and species paid the price. My survival is only just punishment for my crimes against the universe; that I should be denied the release of death. Death is far too good a fate for one such as I.
I jump at the feel of her soft, hot, human hand and realize she has some how got through the darkness of my own thoughts. She is kneeling next to me and I don't even remember stopping, sitting down or propping my back up against the wall. I cringe as I realize how lost I have become in the fog of my own thoughts that have rolled in like an impenetrable fog bank. Just one more reason Rose should have nothing to do with me. I can think of far too many times such inattention would be fatal.
"Doctor? Talk to me, please."
I slide up the wall and find my voice far rougher than it should be. "Rose I..."
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I need to find him, something is wrong and I need to know why he kissed me. I want so much to hope that it means what I want it to, but the way he turned and ran makes me wonder.
Just as I am about to give up on finding him, I do, sitting with his back against the wall head in his hands, looking so incredibly vulnerable and utterly miserable.
As I reach out to him he lifts his head and at the desolation in his eyes I suddenly don't want to know what he is about to say in spite of asking. As he shakily stands I know that if he speaks it will be to tell me goodbye.
So instead I hush his words by kissing him. I try to make him understand how much I love him. I pour into it all the pent up emotions I have had for him almost from those first moments when he said “Run!" Slowly he begins to relax and tentatively kiss me back.
Finally I must draw back in need of air and smile at his dazed expression.
"Rose, I ..."
Before he can say more, I again interrupt him, and this time he is far from tentative, with quiet desperation taking control nipping and caressing my lips with his tongue and teeth. I release a helpless whimper from deep in my throat at the desire this stokes.
This time when I break for air he doesn't release the gentle grip he has on my hips. The expression on his face though is sad and I reach and gently cup the sides of his face, "I love you, my sweet Doctor, you know that right?"
Reluctantly removing his hands, guiltily as if just realizing where they have come to rest, he states, "You shouldn't. I'm not safe."
Running my hands down his graceful neck, shoulders and arms, I put his hands back on my hips. I feel his shiver at my touch; at my caress, I watch his eyes slide closed and I feel a pang of sadness that such a simple action seems to be so craved. "You might have noticed I like dangerous."
His eyes reopen but his hands don't move this time. "Rose you don't understand, I shouldn't..."
"Why?"
"Because... because I don’t deserve you.” Then, almost to quiet for me to hear, “and I will lose you." His confession reminds me how badly he has been hurt by time and the war, and that behind his boldness and strength is a man who seriously needs to be loved.
I snuggle into his body "All the more reason to quit wasting time." With that I kiss him again and feel his resistance crumble.
This time we are both breathless by the time our lips part and, stepping back, I take his hand and lead him back the way we came only to find that around the first corner are two doors. I recognize one as my own bedroom, the second I suspect is his.
As I begin to lead him to my room he gently pulls my hand in the other direction with a hesitant look, and instead we detour toward his.
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