Never-ending 2/3
Never-ending, Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, rating Adult
Beta: Develish1
Chapter 2, 3,075 words
Chapter 2
The second time Rose had the dream, the Doctor woke her up by poking her in the eye. She bolted up into a sitting position to find warm apologetic brown eyes gazing at her. “Ow!” She yelled as she covered her injury with her hand. “I thought I told you not to wake me up that way!”
The Doctor grabbed her free hand and looked at her with sincerity. “Sorry, Sorry! I wasn’t going for a poke in the eye but you twitched just as I was about to touch your face.” Then he frowned and asked, “When?”
Rose looked at him in irritation. “When, what?”
“When did you tell me not to wake you up that way?” The Doctor responded with a note of impatience, as if the meaning of his question had been completely obvious.
“Oh that. The last time you woke me up like this I told you that you shouldn’t make a habit of it.” Rose responded with an identical tone of impatience.
“Ah. No, I distinctly recall that you said not to wake ‘people’ up that way. You seemed quite fine about it actually. Also, this is in fact the first time I’ve woken you up by poking you in the eye, so your point is completely moot.” He smiled smugly at her, letting her know that he had won that round.
Rose sighed in resignation. “Fine, whatever. What are you doing here Doctor?” Since his regeneration, he hadn’t resumed his occasional nightly visits to her bed. She needed time to mourn and to adjust to his new form, and he had sensed that and stayed away. In truth, she had been ready for weeks as she found herself becoming more and more attracted to him, but at that moment she felt tired and irritable and just wanted him to go away so she could go back to sleep.
The Doctor’s smug smile faltered and he let go of her hand to pull at his ear lobe. “Well, I can go, if you want. I’ll have you know, though, that I was in the middle of some extremely important Time Lordly things when I was rudely interrupted by a very loud and high pitched scream of ‘Doctor’ so I, being the gentlemanly Time Lord that I am, ran immediately to your room to make sure you weren’t being attacked by anything. Now that I see that you are, in fact, completely fine, I am happy to go back to the much more interesting activities I was engaged in prior to this little distraction. If you want.” He looked at her then and saw that her hands were covering her face, and she was shaking as if trying to keep herself from sobbing. “Rose! I’m sorry - really I said I was sorry, Rose. Now don’t cry!”
Rose moved her hands away from her face and let out a loud guffaw that instantly turned into uncontrollable laughter. Every time she managed to almost calm herself down, she would look at him and see the affronted expression on his face, and then break out into another helpless fit of giggling. After several minutes of this pattern, she finally caught her breath enough to speak.
“I’m sorry, ‘s just you thinking you’re this gallant hero come to rescue me and you end up poking me in the eye instead. That’s so you!” She shook her head and became more serious. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Thank you for checking on me though. You saved me from a bad dream. Really.” She smiled at him in sincerity.
He beamed back at her. “Anytime. Were you dreaming about the Lupine Wavelength Haemovariform then?”
“The what?” Rose responded in confusion, before realizing he was referring to their adventure of a couple of weeks ago. “No, no, not the werewolf. I had that dream again. Remember, the one with the see through building?” He nodded. She bit her thumbnail as she tried to recall the details of her dream. “Everything was the same, except this time the building was sort of black and white like in an old film or something. I was still in color though and so was everything outside.” She frowned and paused before continuing. “I could see you out there but you didn’t see me. It was odd but you looked like you do now, but you also looked like you did before somehow. Like a, a what’s the word? Like a superimposition, yeah? It was definitely you though. I kept going up the stairs and tried banging on the windows of each floor to get your attention, but you never even looked in my direction. I felt so stuck and scared that I would never find a way out.” Rose furrowed her brow in contemplation. “It has to mean something right? I mean having the same dream twice? I’ve never had a recurring dream before.”
“How do you know that? The only reason you know this one is recurring is because we talked about it and gave it life. Maybe you’ve just forgotten the other repeat dreams you’ve had.” The Doctor said.
Rose looked thoughtful and then moved to lay her head in his lap before responding. “I guess that’s true. Still, it’s gotta mean something, hasn’t it? There has to be a reason I keep having it.”
“Why? I told you things only have to have meaning if you want them to. It could just be a dream; your brain’s way of processing all of the chaos that is life.” The Doctor said with gentleness as he smoothed Rose’s hair back from her face and then frowned. “I miss your long hair. Why’d you cut it anyway?”
Rose, feeling completely relaxed, had closed her eyes but opened them at this remark. “You what? Why? ‘S easier to take care of this way and I like it! Don’t you? And since when do you notice things like hair anyway?”
The Doctor smiled down at her and reached up to touch his own hair. “Since I regenerated into a Time Lord with perfect hair of course.” He winked at her as he preened.
Rose smiled back at him sleepily. “It really is a great head of hair.” She reached up and ruffled it.
“Hey! Stop that, you’re messing it up!” The Doctor protested.
Rose laughed and shook her head. Feeling completely comfortable with him for the first time since his regeneration, she turned on her side and pulled him down with her so that he was spooning her the way that he used to in his last body.
The Doctor was caught a little off guard by the suddenness of her actions. “Uh, Rose I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”
Rose turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Why not? I’m comfortable. Just stay here until I fall asleep? Besides, I’ve missed being held by you.” The mood changed completely as they both realized that she had inadvertently broken an unspoken rule. Up until this point, neither of them had ever brought up the nightly visits. She sensed the Doctor’s sudden discomfort, and inwardly kicked herself. She knew that any acknowledgement of growing intimacy between them would send him running in the opposite direction. That was the exact reason she hadn’t pushed him on the subject in his last incarnation, and she certainly hadn’t meant to press him on it after he changed. He made no attempt to leave though, and Rose became lost in her thoughts. After a few minutes, she felt something poking her uncomfortably in her right thigh, so she absent-mindedly grabbed onto it to move it out of the way. The Doctor let out a loud yelp in response and Rose stiffened as she realized what she now held in her hand.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Erm, sorry uh, new body. I’m still working out some of the more minor regulatory functions, as it were. I’ll just -“
“Ha! I knew it had something to do with Time Lord regulatory whatsits!” Rose interrupted.
“What’s that then?” The Doctor confusedly asked. Then realization dawned on him, and he lowered his voice an octave and breathed huskily into her ear. “Why, Rose Tyler have you spent time contemplating my phallus?”
Rose felt arousal shoot through her entire body, and she swallowed convulsively before finding the courage to respond to him. “Maybe I have. The question is, Doctor, what are you going to do with that information?” She moved her hand up his hard shaft that was still encased in his trousers, and gave him a gentle squeeze.
The Doctor’s breath became laboured as he struggled to regain control of the situation. “Uh, Rose. Are you going to move your hand?”
Rose knew then that she could either pretend that the whole thing had been a harmless game, or she could move forward into entirely new territory. With a sexy tone of confidence that she didn’t really feel she said, “I thought I was.” Then she jerked her hand up and down his length and felt him harden even further under her ministrations. “Do you want me to stop?”
The Doctor swallowed and she felt his adam’s apple move against her hair. “Want? Want is an interesting word, want is. I want a lot of things Rose. I would still very much like to take you to Barcelona the planet, for instance. I want banana ice lollies in the TARDIS freezer. I want to - ooh.“ Rose gave him another gentle squeeze and traced her thumb across the tip of his cock, and the Doctor let out an involuntary moan.
The Doctor’s voice became a high-pitched squeak. “Ooh, Rose that feels really nice - more than nice in fact. But if you don’t stop soon, things are going to get very sticky and I know you don’t like sticky. Remember the time that green spikey alien got gooey stuff all over you? You didn’t like that at all. Oh!”
Rose had unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers to free his straining erection, and began to move her hand up and down his flesh. They were still spooning so she couldn’t see his face to gauge his reaction, but she was spurred on by the sound of his erratic breaths in her ear and the rapid beats of his hearts against her back. She stopped moving her hand and turned her head slowly to look him in the eye and was stunned by the raw hunger she saw there. Her face flushed and she swallowed. “Let me do this for you, Doctor. I think you’ll find that I really won’t mind the stickiness.” He nodded and pulled her head back further so that he could capture her lips with his own. Rose parted her lips in invitation, and their tongues explored one another’s mouths sloppily as she resumed moving her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned into her mouth and nipped at her lower lip. He began to trace a line from her jaw to her neck with his tongue, and started kissing her there as he became lost in ecstasy.
Rose had never enjoyed doing this for either of her boyfriends in the past, but she found that the power she felt in doing this for the Doctor aroused her more than anything or anyone ever had. She needed to relieve some of the pressure that she felt building inside her, so she started to touch herself as she continued to jerk him off faster and faster. The Doctor stilled her hand. “Let me,” he whispered. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan as his tongue did amazing things to her neck, and his fingers lightly touched her where she wanted them most. Her climax took hold of her immediately and suddenly she was screaming with abandon as the pulsing waves of pleasure washed over her. The Doctor pumped himself into her hand two times and let out a low grunt before spilling his seed all over her knickers and bare back.
Afterwards, Rose turned her head to give the Doctor another kiss but he had already gotten out of the bed so that he could clean himself up. He avoided her gaze as he searched the pockets of his trousers and pulled various items out. Eventually he found two wet cloths and handed one to her.
“Thanks.” She mumbled, all traces of her former confidence completely gone.
The Doctor lifted up her chin and leaned down to give her a chaste kiss. “I told you it would be sticky.” He joked and she smiled in relief as the heavy atmosphere turned lighter again. “I’m sorry about the sheets. It looks like you’ll have to sleep in my bed tonight.”
Once he had her settled in his room, he kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll let you get some sleep now. I have to, uh, get back to those important TARDIS repairs. See you in the morning?”
Rose nodded and bit her bottom lip. “See you in the morning.” She turned on her side to face away from him and waited until he shut the door before letting out the sob she had been holding in. “What have you gone and done now Rose Tyler?” She asked herself. The reality of what had just transpired overwhelmed her and she found that she hated herself a little bit for pushing things so far. She hadn’t wanted it to happen that way and predictably, the Doctor had run.
Rose successfully avoided the Doctor most of the next day. He busied himself with TARDIS repairs and she wandered the ship aimlessly, until finally settling in the garden for a few hours. When the Doctor found her later that day, he behaved as if everything was completely normal between them and didn’t bring up the previous night. He just beamed at her the way he always did and asked her where she wanted to go next. Everything had changed for Rose but the Doctor seemed completely unaffected. She also wasn’t one to brood or dwell, though, so she responded with an equally enthusiastic grin and let her previous anxiety go without a thought. She told herself that she wouldn’t become the needy girlfriend that pushed him to open up to her about his feelings. She would take what he was willing to give her and ask for nothing more.
He came to her room every night after that (or at least the ones they spent on the TARDIS) and they continued to explore one another’s bodies with mouths, tongues, and hands like virgin would be lovers that were afraid to move onto the next step. The only words exchanged between them were teasing and seductive utterances that said everything and nothing all at once, and were always seemingly forgotten by morning. Rose became content with their arrangement and quieted any thoughts of wanting more. They weren’t “like that” after all, and she felt that what they had was better than anything she could get out of a traditional relationship. She liked to think that in the moments that he was in her bedroom, he was hers alone. During the day she knew she had to share him with the Universe.
It wasn’t until she met Sarah Jane that she began to wonder about whether or not she was just the latest in a long string of lovers that he would toss aside as soon as they started to show signs of “withering.” The sureness she felt about their relationship faltered even further after the Doctor allowed Mickey to join them. Then it shattered completely when he abandoned her on a spaceship to chase after Reinette, leaving her feeling used and inadequate. Rose started locking her door at night after that, a clear message to him that he should stay away. She knew it would come off as passive aggressive behaviour but she needed time to figure things out, and she wouldn’t be able to do that if he continued to think that he could behave one way at night and another way all together during the day. They had gotten into a pattern of not talking about anything important for so long that Rose was at a complete loss as to how she would approach him about what she was feeling.
On the third night in a row of successful avoidance, the Doctor knocked on her door. Rose reluctantly let him in and avoided looking him in the eye as he told her over and over again how much he missed her and that he was “so, so sorry” for leaving her. He told her that he would have always found a way back to her and that Reinette was important to history so he had to save her but that she had meant nothing to him and that Rose was his everything. It was the closest he had ever come to admitting that he loved her. Even though she didn’t completely believe him, Rose found herself giving into him easily. Never being one to hold a grudge, she bathed him in kisses that spoke words of forgiveness and love that she would never dare say aloud. He tried to make love to her that night but she stopped him, not feeling quite ready to give that much of herself to him yet.
Despite his near admission of love, their daytime relationship remained largely unchanged. He added occasional snogging to their daily routine and their hugs became more lingering, but it always remained on his terms and she never initiated anything outside the bedroom. His nightly visits turned into a game of wills after that. Rose became a master of deflection with her body in much the same way that the Doctor had always been a master at deflection with words. Whereas he made it very clear that he was ready to move onto the next level, she expertly avoided it. When he begged to be inside of her, she would use her mouth to bring him to climax instead. On some nights she straddled him and ground into his erection until they both climaxed inside of their clothes. She knew it was vaguely manipulative to use this power over him in that way, but she wouldn’t allow herself to give this one last piece of her soul to him no matter how much they both wanted it.
Chapter 3
Beta: Develish1
Chapter 2, 3,075 words
Chapter 2
The second time Rose had the dream, the Doctor woke her up by poking her in the eye. She bolted up into a sitting position to find warm apologetic brown eyes gazing at her. “Ow!” She yelled as she covered her injury with her hand. “I thought I told you not to wake me up that way!”
The Doctor grabbed her free hand and looked at her with sincerity. “Sorry, Sorry! I wasn’t going for a poke in the eye but you twitched just as I was about to touch your face.” Then he frowned and asked, “When?”
Rose looked at him in irritation. “When, what?”
“When did you tell me not to wake you up that way?” The Doctor responded with a note of impatience, as if the meaning of his question had been completely obvious.
“Oh that. The last time you woke me up like this I told you that you shouldn’t make a habit of it.” Rose responded with an identical tone of impatience.
“Ah. No, I distinctly recall that you said not to wake ‘people’ up that way. You seemed quite fine about it actually. Also, this is in fact the first time I’ve woken you up by poking you in the eye, so your point is completely moot.” He smiled smugly at her, letting her know that he had won that round.
Rose sighed in resignation. “Fine, whatever. What are you doing here Doctor?” Since his regeneration, he hadn’t resumed his occasional nightly visits to her bed. She needed time to mourn and to adjust to his new form, and he had sensed that and stayed away. In truth, she had been ready for weeks as she found herself becoming more and more attracted to him, but at that moment she felt tired and irritable and just wanted him to go away so she could go back to sleep.
The Doctor’s smug smile faltered and he let go of her hand to pull at his ear lobe. “Well, I can go, if you want. I’ll have you know, though, that I was in the middle of some extremely important Time Lordly things when I was rudely interrupted by a very loud and high pitched scream of ‘Doctor’ so I, being the gentlemanly Time Lord that I am, ran immediately to your room to make sure you weren’t being attacked by anything. Now that I see that you are, in fact, completely fine, I am happy to go back to the much more interesting activities I was engaged in prior to this little distraction. If you want.” He looked at her then and saw that her hands were covering her face, and she was shaking as if trying to keep herself from sobbing. “Rose! I’m sorry - really I said I was sorry, Rose. Now don’t cry!”
Rose moved her hands away from her face and let out a loud guffaw that instantly turned into uncontrollable laughter. Every time she managed to almost calm herself down, she would look at him and see the affronted expression on his face, and then break out into another helpless fit of giggling. After several minutes of this pattern, she finally caught her breath enough to speak.
“I’m sorry, ‘s just you thinking you’re this gallant hero come to rescue me and you end up poking me in the eye instead. That’s so you!” She shook her head and became more serious. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Thank you for checking on me though. You saved me from a bad dream. Really.” She smiled at him in sincerity.
He beamed back at her. “Anytime. Were you dreaming about the Lupine Wavelength Haemovariform then?”
“The what?” Rose responded in confusion, before realizing he was referring to their adventure of a couple of weeks ago. “No, no, not the werewolf. I had that dream again. Remember, the one with the see through building?” He nodded. She bit her thumbnail as she tried to recall the details of her dream. “Everything was the same, except this time the building was sort of black and white like in an old film or something. I was still in color though and so was everything outside.” She frowned and paused before continuing. “I could see you out there but you didn’t see me. It was odd but you looked like you do now, but you also looked like you did before somehow. Like a, a what’s the word? Like a superimposition, yeah? It was definitely you though. I kept going up the stairs and tried banging on the windows of each floor to get your attention, but you never even looked in my direction. I felt so stuck and scared that I would never find a way out.” Rose furrowed her brow in contemplation. “It has to mean something right? I mean having the same dream twice? I’ve never had a recurring dream before.”
“How do you know that? The only reason you know this one is recurring is because we talked about it and gave it life. Maybe you’ve just forgotten the other repeat dreams you’ve had.” The Doctor said.
Rose looked thoughtful and then moved to lay her head in his lap before responding. “I guess that’s true. Still, it’s gotta mean something, hasn’t it? There has to be a reason I keep having it.”
“Why? I told you things only have to have meaning if you want them to. It could just be a dream; your brain’s way of processing all of the chaos that is life.” The Doctor said with gentleness as he smoothed Rose’s hair back from her face and then frowned. “I miss your long hair. Why’d you cut it anyway?”
Rose, feeling completely relaxed, had closed her eyes but opened them at this remark. “You what? Why? ‘S easier to take care of this way and I like it! Don’t you? And since when do you notice things like hair anyway?”
The Doctor smiled down at her and reached up to touch his own hair. “Since I regenerated into a Time Lord with perfect hair of course.” He winked at her as he preened.
Rose smiled back at him sleepily. “It really is a great head of hair.” She reached up and ruffled it.
“Hey! Stop that, you’re messing it up!” The Doctor protested.
Rose laughed and shook her head. Feeling completely comfortable with him for the first time since his regeneration, she turned on her side and pulled him down with her so that he was spooning her the way that he used to in his last body.
The Doctor was caught a little off guard by the suddenness of her actions. “Uh, Rose I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”
Rose turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Why not? I’m comfortable. Just stay here until I fall asleep? Besides, I’ve missed being held by you.” The mood changed completely as they both realized that she had inadvertently broken an unspoken rule. Up until this point, neither of them had ever brought up the nightly visits. She sensed the Doctor’s sudden discomfort, and inwardly kicked herself. She knew that any acknowledgement of growing intimacy between them would send him running in the opposite direction. That was the exact reason she hadn’t pushed him on the subject in his last incarnation, and she certainly hadn’t meant to press him on it after he changed. He made no attempt to leave though, and Rose became lost in her thoughts. After a few minutes, she felt something poking her uncomfortably in her right thigh, so she absent-mindedly grabbed onto it to move it out of the way. The Doctor let out a loud yelp in response and Rose stiffened as she realized what she now held in her hand.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Erm, sorry uh, new body. I’m still working out some of the more minor regulatory functions, as it were. I’ll just -“
“Ha! I knew it had something to do with Time Lord regulatory whatsits!” Rose interrupted.
“What’s that then?” The Doctor confusedly asked. Then realization dawned on him, and he lowered his voice an octave and breathed huskily into her ear. “Why, Rose Tyler have you spent time contemplating my phallus?”
Rose felt arousal shoot through her entire body, and she swallowed convulsively before finding the courage to respond to him. “Maybe I have. The question is, Doctor, what are you going to do with that information?” She moved her hand up his hard shaft that was still encased in his trousers, and gave him a gentle squeeze.
The Doctor’s breath became laboured as he struggled to regain control of the situation. “Uh, Rose. Are you going to move your hand?”
Rose knew then that she could either pretend that the whole thing had been a harmless game, or she could move forward into entirely new territory. With a sexy tone of confidence that she didn’t really feel she said, “I thought I was.” Then she jerked her hand up and down his length and felt him harden even further under her ministrations. “Do you want me to stop?”
The Doctor swallowed and she felt his adam’s apple move against her hair. “Want? Want is an interesting word, want is. I want a lot of things Rose. I would still very much like to take you to Barcelona the planet, for instance. I want banana ice lollies in the TARDIS freezer. I want to - ooh.“ Rose gave him another gentle squeeze and traced her thumb across the tip of his cock, and the Doctor let out an involuntary moan.
The Doctor’s voice became a high-pitched squeak. “Ooh, Rose that feels really nice - more than nice in fact. But if you don’t stop soon, things are going to get very sticky and I know you don’t like sticky. Remember the time that green spikey alien got gooey stuff all over you? You didn’t like that at all. Oh!”
Rose had unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers to free his straining erection, and began to move her hand up and down his flesh. They were still spooning so she couldn’t see his face to gauge his reaction, but she was spurred on by the sound of his erratic breaths in her ear and the rapid beats of his hearts against her back. She stopped moving her hand and turned her head slowly to look him in the eye and was stunned by the raw hunger she saw there. Her face flushed and she swallowed. “Let me do this for you, Doctor. I think you’ll find that I really won’t mind the stickiness.” He nodded and pulled her head back further so that he could capture her lips with his own. Rose parted her lips in invitation, and their tongues explored one another’s mouths sloppily as she resumed moving her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned into her mouth and nipped at her lower lip. He began to trace a line from her jaw to her neck with his tongue, and started kissing her there as he became lost in ecstasy.
Rose had never enjoyed doing this for either of her boyfriends in the past, but she found that the power she felt in doing this for the Doctor aroused her more than anything or anyone ever had. She needed to relieve some of the pressure that she felt building inside her, so she started to touch herself as she continued to jerk him off faster and faster. The Doctor stilled her hand. “Let me,” he whispered. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan as his tongue did amazing things to her neck, and his fingers lightly touched her where she wanted them most. Her climax took hold of her immediately and suddenly she was screaming with abandon as the pulsing waves of pleasure washed over her. The Doctor pumped himself into her hand two times and let out a low grunt before spilling his seed all over her knickers and bare back.
Afterwards, Rose turned her head to give the Doctor another kiss but he had already gotten out of the bed so that he could clean himself up. He avoided her gaze as he searched the pockets of his trousers and pulled various items out. Eventually he found two wet cloths and handed one to her.
“Thanks.” She mumbled, all traces of her former confidence completely gone.
The Doctor lifted up her chin and leaned down to give her a chaste kiss. “I told you it would be sticky.” He joked and she smiled in relief as the heavy atmosphere turned lighter again. “I’m sorry about the sheets. It looks like you’ll have to sleep in my bed tonight.”
Once he had her settled in his room, he kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll let you get some sleep now. I have to, uh, get back to those important TARDIS repairs. See you in the morning?”
Rose nodded and bit her bottom lip. “See you in the morning.” She turned on her side to face away from him and waited until he shut the door before letting out the sob she had been holding in. “What have you gone and done now Rose Tyler?” She asked herself. The reality of what had just transpired overwhelmed her and she found that she hated herself a little bit for pushing things so far. She hadn’t wanted it to happen that way and predictably, the Doctor had run.
Rose successfully avoided the Doctor most of the next day. He busied himself with TARDIS repairs and she wandered the ship aimlessly, until finally settling in the garden for a few hours. When the Doctor found her later that day, he behaved as if everything was completely normal between them and didn’t bring up the previous night. He just beamed at her the way he always did and asked her where she wanted to go next. Everything had changed for Rose but the Doctor seemed completely unaffected. She also wasn’t one to brood or dwell, though, so she responded with an equally enthusiastic grin and let her previous anxiety go without a thought. She told herself that she wouldn’t become the needy girlfriend that pushed him to open up to her about his feelings. She would take what he was willing to give her and ask for nothing more.
He came to her room every night after that (or at least the ones they spent on the TARDIS) and they continued to explore one another’s bodies with mouths, tongues, and hands like virgin would be lovers that were afraid to move onto the next step. The only words exchanged between them were teasing and seductive utterances that said everything and nothing all at once, and were always seemingly forgotten by morning. Rose became content with their arrangement and quieted any thoughts of wanting more. They weren’t “like that” after all, and she felt that what they had was better than anything she could get out of a traditional relationship. She liked to think that in the moments that he was in her bedroom, he was hers alone. During the day she knew she had to share him with the Universe.
It wasn’t until she met Sarah Jane that she began to wonder about whether or not she was just the latest in a long string of lovers that he would toss aside as soon as they started to show signs of “withering.” The sureness she felt about their relationship faltered even further after the Doctor allowed Mickey to join them. Then it shattered completely when he abandoned her on a spaceship to chase after Reinette, leaving her feeling used and inadequate. Rose started locking her door at night after that, a clear message to him that he should stay away. She knew it would come off as passive aggressive behaviour but she needed time to figure things out, and she wouldn’t be able to do that if he continued to think that he could behave one way at night and another way all together during the day. They had gotten into a pattern of not talking about anything important for so long that Rose was at a complete loss as to how she would approach him about what she was feeling.
On the third night in a row of successful avoidance, the Doctor knocked on her door. Rose reluctantly let him in and avoided looking him in the eye as he told her over and over again how much he missed her and that he was “so, so sorry” for leaving her. He told her that he would have always found a way back to her and that Reinette was important to history so he had to save her but that she had meant nothing to him and that Rose was his everything. It was the closest he had ever come to admitting that he loved her. Even though she didn’t completely believe him, Rose found herself giving into him easily. Never being one to hold a grudge, she bathed him in kisses that spoke words of forgiveness and love that she would never dare say aloud. He tried to make love to her that night but she stopped him, not feeling quite ready to give that much of herself to him yet.
Despite his near admission of love, their daytime relationship remained largely unchanged. He added occasional snogging to their daily routine and their hugs became more lingering, but it always remained on his terms and she never initiated anything outside the bedroom. His nightly visits turned into a game of wills after that. Rose became a master of deflection with her body in much the same way that the Doctor had always been a master at deflection with words. Whereas he made it very clear that he was ready to move onto the next level, she expertly avoided it. When he begged to be inside of her, she would use her mouth to bring him to climax instead. On some nights she straddled him and ground into his erection until they both climaxed inside of their clothes. She knew it was vaguely manipulative to use this power over him in that way, but she wouldn’t allow herself to give this one last piece of her soul to him no matter how much they both wanted it.
Chapter 3