Fic: Sweet December - Eleven Days Until Christmas (2/6)
Title: Eleven Days Until Christmas [2/6]
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Betas: dtstrainers and Britpicked by yumimum
Pairing: TenToo/Rose
Rating: M
Words: 1,336
Spoilers: Only the obvious, considering the pairing.
| Part 1 |
“Gimme a hand with this, love?” Rose asked, “Well, just a finger really,” she elaborated, holding two ends of ribbon taut around a present.
“Sure,” the Doctor said, sticking an index finger over the place where the ribbon intersected. He held it there until she was able to knot it, and pulled his finger free just before it became part of the packaging.
“Thanks,” she looked up from the present to shoot him a smile before reaching for the scissors; Jackie liked curly ribbon on her gifts. “D’you think Mum’ll like it? If Bazoolium couldn’t even impress her, I don’t know what good this will do,” she said playfully.
The Doctor detected a hint of sadness in her tone, “Of course she’ll like it! Love it, even; it’s from you,” he smiled. “Now, which paper do you think I should use to wrap Tony’s football? The blue and white with the penguins, or the red and green with the reindeer?”
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The Doctor and Rose had finished wrapping the last of their gifts-most of which were for her brother-and cleaned up the detritus. “Mum and Dad are gonna be here soon,” she said, tucking the last of the tubes of wrapping paper into the cupboard. Twice a month, the Tylers got together-just the adults-for supper, and tonight it was the Doctor and Rose’s turn to host.
The Doctor was leaning against the jamb of the archway that separated the dining room from the living room, and as Rose walked past, he caught her under the elbow, “Ah-ah,” he said, pointing upward.
Rose followed his gaze to find that he’d hung a sprig of mistletoe in the archway, and as she grinned, he pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm against hers, and though she’d kissed them countless times, she knew she would never tire of it. He had a way of getting her bottom lip between both of his, and when his tongue traced across it, chills went down her spine and burst into bubbles of warmth in her belly. She pulled back, her forehead pressed to his, “Good to know our werewolf protection plan is in place,” she said, going in for another kiss, smiling against his lips.
The Doctor hummed his assent against her mouth before pulling her to him and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue past her parted lips to move against the warm curves of her mouth. Her tongue slid along his and chased it back into his mouth, where she flicked at it and explored him thoroughly. She withdrew to pull his lower lip between hers; she sucked it until it was nearly sore and looked swollen and well-kissed.
He turned them, and pressed Rose against the wall, returning the favor and savoring her full beautiful lips. He cupped her breasts over her blouse and she sighed against his lips before skating her hand down his torso and cupping him over his trousers. He gasped and pulled back, “Your parents will be here soon.”
Rose only squeezed him firmly and, with a seductive smirk, replied, “We’d better be quick then.” She flipped them again and pressed his back to the wall, as Rose pulled at the button and fly of his trousers, sliding down the length of his body and coming to rest on her knees.
“Rose-”
“Shhh,” she soothed, “Let me,” and then her mouth was on him. She was warm and wet and when she did that thing with her tongue, it nearly made his eyes cross.
“Rose,” he gasped, the flat of her tongue working the underside of his shaft and her right hand curled firmly around the base made his toes curl and his kneecaps tingle.
She merely hummed, and the sensation created around his cock made him tremble and let out a barely stifled groan. “Oh Rose, oh my, fffuu-” he pressed the knuckles of his hand into his mouth to curb the expletive struggling to make its way out. He was often quite opposed to cursing, as far as he himself was concerned, but Rose seemed to relish the times when his control faltered.
Her tongue fluttered against the tip of his cock, and he groaned, “Oh fuck!” and Rose moaned around him in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.
Rose’s eyes were shut, savoring the feel of him trembling beneath her attentions, the sound of his voice as he grew more and more breathless; she loved when he lost control of his language, when what she did to him got him swearing in English. On rarer occasions, he would slip into Gallifreyan; sometimes, just the way his mouth held the alien words was enough to undo her, even though she didn’t know what they meant.
“Rose…Rose, I’m going to…I’m…”
She knew what he was trying to say, but she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to bring him off right there, against the wall, feel him pulse against her lips as he emptied himself. She wanted to taste him on her tongue…
He came then, and his knees nearly gave out with the force of it. He wanted to call out to her, but all he could manage was a wordless sound halfway between a growl and a moan. He could feel her tongue and jaw working as she swallowed his essence, and he whimpered as she continued to gently caress his diminishing length with her tongue.
Rose pulled back, and the Doctor reached down to tuck himself away. She got to her feet, and learned in to whisper, “I love you,” into his ear.
“I love you, too,” he smiled, pulling her to him, whirling to bring them both under the mistletoe once more. He gave her a thorough and proper snog, and when he pulled away, he said darkly, “There will be more where that came from here,” he whispered, cupping her sex, “After your parents leave.”
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
No sooner had Rose and the Doctor gotten themselves sorted than there was a buzz at the door. Rose opened it to find her mum and dad, loaded down with gift bags.
Jackie thrust a casserole into the Doctor’s arms, “Just a mo’ sweetheart; I left the pie in the car,” and with that, she disappeared down the hall. Rose waved Pete into the flat and he looked about.
“Where should I put the gifts then?”
“Oh, on the table over there, Dad,” Rose gestured to the table in the corner, draped with a large pine green table cloth and decorated with ribbons and ceramic snowmen.
“No tree then?”
“Don’t trust ‘em,” Rose said, shooting a knowing look at the Doctor.
“And you support this?” Pete asked the Doctor, gesturing at the table, seemingly appalled by the idea that a couple such as themselves wouldn’t have a tree at Christmas.
The Doctor rubbed the back of his head, then slid his hand down to tug at his ear, “Welll, it puts a different shade on it when you’ve had one try to kill you…twice.”
“Twice?” Rose asked.
“Oh yes, two years in a row,” he grinned. Pete arched an eyebrow, and the Doctor elaborated as Jackie re-entered the flat. “Well, they weren’t actual Christmas trees; they were remote controlled by alien androids, but still…”
“Are you having me on?” Pete said incredulously.
“Oh, he isn’t!” Jackie chimed, “That Christmas tree tore up half the flat and nearly took me with it!” she exclaimed, “It was after this one,” she tilted her head toward the Doctor, before smiling, “but the three of us weren’t having any of that,” Jackie smiled, a wistful look passing between her and Rose for just a moment as they thought of Mickey.
The Doctor turned to Pete and said, “Then I averted a world crisis in time for Christmas supper,” he grinned cheekily, “In my jimjams,” he looked almost smug.
“Right,” Pete said flatly, “That’s you all over, isn’t it?”
“Yep,” the Doctor replied, popping the p.
| Part 3 |
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Betas: dtstrainers and Britpicked by yumimum
Pairing: TenToo/Rose
Rating: M
Words: 1,336
Spoilers: Only the obvious, considering the pairing.
| Part 1 |
“Gimme a hand with this, love?” Rose asked, “Well, just a finger really,” she elaborated, holding two ends of ribbon taut around a present.
“Sure,” the Doctor said, sticking an index finger over the place where the ribbon intersected. He held it there until she was able to knot it, and pulled his finger free just before it became part of the packaging.
“Thanks,” she looked up from the present to shoot him a smile before reaching for the scissors; Jackie liked curly ribbon on her gifts. “D’you think Mum’ll like it? If Bazoolium couldn’t even impress her, I don’t know what good this will do,” she said playfully.
The Doctor detected a hint of sadness in her tone, “Of course she’ll like it! Love it, even; it’s from you,” he smiled. “Now, which paper do you think I should use to wrap Tony’s football? The blue and white with the penguins, or the red and green with the reindeer?”
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The Doctor and Rose had finished wrapping the last of their gifts-most of which were for her brother-and cleaned up the detritus. “Mum and Dad are gonna be here soon,” she said, tucking the last of the tubes of wrapping paper into the cupboard. Twice a month, the Tylers got together-just the adults-for supper, and tonight it was the Doctor and Rose’s turn to host.
The Doctor was leaning against the jamb of the archway that separated the dining room from the living room, and as Rose walked past, he caught her under the elbow, “Ah-ah,” he said, pointing upward.
Rose followed his gaze to find that he’d hung a sprig of mistletoe in the archway, and as she grinned, he pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm against hers, and though she’d kissed them countless times, she knew she would never tire of it. He had a way of getting her bottom lip between both of his, and when his tongue traced across it, chills went down her spine and burst into bubbles of warmth in her belly. She pulled back, her forehead pressed to his, “Good to know our werewolf protection plan is in place,” she said, going in for another kiss, smiling against his lips.
The Doctor hummed his assent against her mouth before pulling her to him and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue past her parted lips to move against the warm curves of her mouth. Her tongue slid along his and chased it back into his mouth, where she flicked at it and explored him thoroughly. She withdrew to pull his lower lip between hers; she sucked it until it was nearly sore and looked swollen and well-kissed.
He turned them, and pressed Rose against the wall, returning the favor and savoring her full beautiful lips. He cupped her breasts over her blouse and she sighed against his lips before skating her hand down his torso and cupping him over his trousers. He gasped and pulled back, “Your parents will be here soon.”
Rose only squeezed him firmly and, with a seductive smirk, replied, “We’d better be quick then.” She flipped them again and pressed his back to the wall, as Rose pulled at the button and fly of his trousers, sliding down the length of his body and coming to rest on her knees.
“Rose-”
“Shhh,” she soothed, “Let me,” and then her mouth was on him. She was warm and wet and when she did that thing with her tongue, it nearly made his eyes cross.
“Rose,” he gasped, the flat of her tongue working the underside of his shaft and her right hand curled firmly around the base made his toes curl and his kneecaps tingle.
She merely hummed, and the sensation created around his cock made him tremble and let out a barely stifled groan. “Oh Rose, oh my, fffuu-” he pressed the knuckles of his hand into his mouth to curb the expletive struggling to make its way out. He was often quite opposed to cursing, as far as he himself was concerned, but Rose seemed to relish the times when his control faltered.
Her tongue fluttered against the tip of his cock, and he groaned, “Oh fuck!” and Rose moaned around him in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.
Rose’s eyes were shut, savoring the feel of him trembling beneath her attentions, the sound of his voice as he grew more and more breathless; she loved when he lost control of his language, when what she did to him got him swearing in English. On rarer occasions, he would slip into Gallifreyan; sometimes, just the way his mouth held the alien words was enough to undo her, even though she didn’t know what they meant.
“Rose…Rose, I’m going to…I’m…”
She knew what he was trying to say, but she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to bring him off right there, against the wall, feel him pulse against her lips as he emptied himself. She wanted to taste him on her tongue…
He came then, and his knees nearly gave out with the force of it. He wanted to call out to her, but all he could manage was a wordless sound halfway between a growl and a moan. He could feel her tongue and jaw working as she swallowed his essence, and he whimpered as she continued to gently caress his diminishing length with her tongue.
Rose pulled back, and the Doctor reached down to tuck himself away. She got to her feet, and learned in to whisper, “I love you,” into his ear.
“I love you, too,” he smiled, pulling her to him, whirling to bring them both under the mistletoe once more. He gave her a thorough and proper snog, and when he pulled away, he said darkly, “There will be more where that came from here,” he whispered, cupping her sex, “After your parents leave.”
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
No sooner had Rose and the Doctor gotten themselves sorted than there was a buzz at the door. Rose opened it to find her mum and dad, loaded down with gift bags.
Jackie thrust a casserole into the Doctor’s arms, “Just a mo’ sweetheart; I left the pie in the car,” and with that, she disappeared down the hall. Rose waved Pete into the flat and he looked about.
“Where should I put the gifts then?”
“Oh, on the table over there, Dad,” Rose gestured to the table in the corner, draped with a large pine green table cloth and decorated with ribbons and ceramic snowmen.
“No tree then?”
“Don’t trust ‘em,” Rose said, shooting a knowing look at the Doctor.
“And you support this?” Pete asked the Doctor, gesturing at the table, seemingly appalled by the idea that a couple such as themselves wouldn’t have a tree at Christmas.
The Doctor rubbed the back of his head, then slid his hand down to tug at his ear, “Welll, it puts a different shade on it when you’ve had one try to kill you…twice.”
“Twice?” Rose asked.
“Oh yes, two years in a row,” he grinned. Pete arched an eyebrow, and the Doctor elaborated as Jackie re-entered the flat. “Well, they weren’t actual Christmas trees; they were remote controlled by alien androids, but still…”
“Are you having me on?” Pete said incredulously.
“Oh, he isn’t!” Jackie chimed, “That Christmas tree tore up half the flat and nearly took me with it!” she exclaimed, “It was after this one,” she tilted her head toward the Doctor, before smiling, “but the three of us weren’t having any of that,” Jackie smiled, a wistful look passing between her and Rose for just a moment as they thought of Mickey.
The Doctor turned to Pete and said, “Then I averted a world crisis in time for Christmas supper,” he grinned cheekily, “In my jimjams,” he looked almost smug.
“Right,” Pete said flatly, “That’s you all over, isn’t it?”
“Yep,” the Doctor replied, popping the p.
| Part 3 |