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“COME ON!” the Doctor yelled over the thundering, torrential rain, yanking Rose closer to him by their joined hands as they bolted across the muddy, slippery, wet plains they had been trekking in. She fought back the warm giddiness that burst within her at the unintentionally intimate moment, focusing on not stumbling over her feet and sending the two of them onto the ground. Keep moving, she thought. Don’t think about how lovely his hand is in yours… or how nice it is to be right against him like this… Oh, bloody hell, she sighed in her head.
A near trip over a tree root got her mind thinking straight again, and she took a moment to look at the towering trees above her and the Doctor as he continued to pull her further through the waist-high grass.
Today’s trip had been to the Peschuvmar, a tropical rainforest planet. The whole place, as the Doctor described to Rose, was like the Amazon supersized. Never-ending biomes were what mostly covered the planet, with some openings where villages existed. It was a peaceful place, and the Doctor explained to Rose that their natives, the Arodachuvs, were often sought out as representatives for galactic issues as they were renowned peacemakers, coming up with solutions without difficulty. They had visited the ‘capital city’ and spent the day celebrating fruitful crops, three weddings and a birth that had happened the day before they came. The natives danced with them, shared delicious delicacies, sang, painted their faces and draped them with cloth and jewellery.
It was a miracle that neither of them had exploded from embarrassment when the head of the village asked the Doctor if he wanted to marry Rose. The Time Lord saved them with a laugh and pat on the back, saying, “Oh, we already are - don’t worry,” because the natives were persistent and eager to see the ‘couple’ wed.
It was sufficient enough for them, and the Doctor sent Rose a cheeky smile and wink privately.
Something the Doctor had failed to mention was the fact that once a week, the planet experienced heavy rain that continued for twenty-four hours to assure that the rainforests would stay replenished. This was because the planet was so closely located next to its sun, that there was a high risk of drying out, fires and other issues, and the climate had adapted to protect the land and its inhabitants.
By their luck, the pair had arrived on a rainy day under the Doctor’s belief he had landed the TARDIS on a safe day. They had been on their way back to the old girl when droplets began to fall from the sky.
Speaking of the TARDIS, she was still a couple of miles away, too far to reach in this weather, and the Doctor and Rose were desperately trying to find shelter.
“DOCTOR!” Rose called out over the deafening downpour, pointing before them. “WHAT ABOUT THAT?” The Doctor brought his gaze to where it was being directed and beamed at the sight of a watchtower. This was good. It meant they were near a village. The village was too far to reach on its own in the weather, but it meant he and Rose could seek it out once things had settled and possibly access some transport to return back to the TARDIS.
“PERFECT!” he complimented, making Rose a bit proud of herself and the warmth flare up again. She allowed herself to indulge in it this time. “ALLONS-Y!”
They made a direct beeline for the tower, climbing up the slippery ladder, with Rose going up first in case she lost her balance.
The Doctor respectfully stared at Rose’s feet and tried not to let his eyes wander as they often liked to do against his will. He loved her and thought she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life, but he would never do something so pervert, no matter how much his body wanted to betray him.
“Hello?” the Doctor asked when they reached the top, running a hand through his dark, floppy, decidedly not sticky-uppy hair as Rose gazed around them, shivering underneath her soaked clothes.
She had chosen quite a cool ensemble for the visit - a tank top, cargo shorts that were both stylish and effective, a pink sun hat that was now hanging from the belt of her shorts all soppy and gross. The rain had made her freeze with so much exposed skin.
“I don’t think anyone’s here. Possibly returned to the village to prepare for the rain, but then again, this seems pretty abandoned. Perhaps we’ve stumbled upon a shutdown colony!” the Doctor rambled, scouring over his knowledge of the planet. Some colonies shut down because of the risk of flooding. Considering how close they were to the sea level, he deduced that they had come across an abandoned location. “Looks like we have the place to ourselves, Rose Tyler!” he declared, spinning around to his pink-and-yellow human.
His very cold, shivering, more like white-and-blue human.
“Rose!” he exclaimed, rushing over to her with fear and panic in his eyes, eyebrows raised. “You look like death!” He was terrified at her state - he would hate it if she got unwell because of this or faced an even worse fate.
“Freezing,” she chattered out, rubbing her arms. He frowned, taking her hands off of her arms and placing them in her armpits.
“Keep your hands there - your arms will warm up on their own. Let me get a fire started, and I’ll check my pockets for what I have.” The Doctor made his way to the small furnace located in the corner of the tower, small enough for cooking and heat. It was full of unused logs, fortunately, and he pointed his sonic at it to set it alight. As he allowed the fire to grow, he guided Rose by her shoulders over to the flame, which she eagerly sat before, and went around to inspect any other ways to keep out the cold. He didn’t want Rose catching a cold or flu, or worse, developing hypothermia. The concepts were too scary on their own, even just a simple cold. Rose Tyler wouldn’t get sick on his watch.
There was no glass on the windows, having been built in a primitive fashion, but with the balcony wrapping around the box, the rain was hardly getting inside. He closed the hatch door. There wasn’t anything of use to them really in the room, at least not for the current issue at hand. With that, he decided to inspect his pockets, and turned up little, unsurprisingly. He had cleaned them out recently, after all.
He produced an interdimensional sleeping bag and decided it would be sufficient for them, returning to his companion.
“How’re we feeling?” he asked, laying the bag down right beside the fire.
“Better, but still chilled to the bone,” she mumbled, teeth not chattering anymore but jaw still trembling. His heart twisted at the sight. “What’s that?” she asked.
“Interdimensional sleeping bag,” he explained with a smile. He took a moment to consider how to get Rose warm and grimaced to himself as he realised there was really only one way to go about it.
So much for not being perverted, he thought bitterly.
“Rose, I hate to suggest this, and I wouldn’t unless there wasn’t any other option,” he carefully began, looking at his companion with sincerity and comfort in his eyes.
“Doctor, spit it out,” she demanded with a single raised brow.
“The best way to generate and conserve body heat, when you’re with someone else, is to sleep beside each other…”
“Yeah?”
“… Naked.” A momentary silence fell between them as Rose processed his words. He tensed up as he considered the probability of him messing up, already falling through a rabbit hole of worst-case scenarios: Rose demanding to be taken home, getting slapped by Jackie. Oh, gods, had he ruined things with the girl he loved?
His worries were remedied with a gentle smile on her lips.
“You’re my best mate, Doctor,” she pointed out, although her heartstrings did tug. Sleeping naked with the Doctor? That was a fantasy she had conjured up a few times before, and now that it was about to happen, she wasn’t sure how she was going to survive with blushing like a tomato. “Surely we can sacrifice our dignity for my health.”
“Yes, of course! I just wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with the concept, is all,” he scrambled to explain, tugging his earlobe. She grinned at him appreciatively, stirring up a warmth and comfort within him, butterflies fluttering against his muscles and organs all over. He reciprocated with a gentle smile.
“Thank you for checking,” she replied, easing his paranoia and concerns.
“You’re welcome. I guess we better get out of our clothes. Do you want to… go first, and then I’ll-?” he advised, scuffing the toe of his Converse against the wood flooring as he nodded towards the sleeping bag. She gave a smirk at how nervous he seemed. This was the mighty, unaffected, superior Time Lord, who claimed nothing phased him, yet here he was becoming shy and modest at the idea of being in the nude with his best friend. She needed to nudge him along.
“Aren’t we going to see each other anyway?” she noted. He flushed a little, cheeks tinged with pink as he felt himself becoming a shy, nervous teenager who was about to kiss his crush. What was wrong with him? He was the Oncoming Storm , the Destroyer of Worlds , and he was getting all jumbled at a little bit of shared body heat.
Because you’re in love with her, you idiot, he sneered at himself.
“Yeah… Just trying to…” He trailed off awkwardly and Rose felt her heart bloom at his compassion, sensitivity and self-awareness. He was being so careful with her about this situation and she admired it deeply. Any other bloke would use this as an opportunity to get lustful and salivate over her, but the Doctor was terrified of offending her and wanted to make sure she was comfortable with his suggestion. It was wonderful, and she found herself falling in love with him a little bit more.
“I know, and I appreciate it, Doctor.” Deciding that he was anxious and needed some encouragement - God only knows why. He’s the Doctor - she peeled off her tank top and laid it down in front of the fire to dry. With the bob of his Adam’s apple, he began to untie his Converse, taking off his socks.
Piece by piece, they removed and placed their clothes before the fire to dry, becoming gradually barer. Soon enough, they were both down to their underwear, and Rose finally blushed alongside the Gallifreyan, who was now as red as Mars and trembling like an earthquake, which he concealed the latter well. They politely averted their eyes as they strangled off the wet cotton, and basically acted like saints when they both moved over to put down their garments, their breath quickening and deepening as they snuck looks at each other accidentally in their peripheral vision. They tried not to, but their eyes were drawn to the movements and couldn’t help themselves. Stupid biology.
“You first?” the Doctor suggested during their proximity, unblinking as if he were staring in the face of a Weeping Angel.
“Yeah.” He listened in anticipation as she unzipped the bag and slipped inside, calling for him once she was inside. She kept her back to him as he approached their bed for the evening and joined her. The bag was spacious, adapting to their bodies, and with his night vision, the Doctor could see her back, arse, legs… He tried not to stare, but it was hard to do so when a nude woman beside you is the woman you’ve been in love with since the day you met her.
She held similar thoughts and respectfully decided to keep her post facing away. She had no idea what she would do if she caught a glimpse of his chest, finally free from all those pesky layers he wore… or his cute bum that she liked to admire secretly… or his–
He cleared his throat, disturbing her wandering mind as he tugged his earlobe. “May I… cuddle you, now? Unless hypothermia is more appealing,” he quipped with a small laugh. They had cuddled plenty, but never like this.
“Yeah. Come here,” she said. They each held their breath as his chest came into contact with her back, goosebumps appearing on their skin and both of them resisting shudders. He wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping it in the safe area, and tried his best to keep his pelvis away from her backside.
But with the need for proximity and warmth, it wasn’t going to work.
He gave up and pressed his entire body against her, legs tangled. Neither of them dared to take a breath.
She could feel him , his shape, size, length. The crop of pubic hair tickling her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut as she burned brightly in arousal and embarrassment. She couldn’t be getting turned on right now - no way. This was clinical, scientific, methodical. Not some steamy moment from a film or one of her mum’s raunchy novels or a scandalous story in the trashy mags she and Shareen indulged in every once and a while. He was naked with her because he wanted to keep her warm - nothing else. The Doctor didn’t want her physically, let alone would he reciprocate her love for him. They were friends and would never be anything but friends.
“Feels like you’re warming up already,” he noted in a murmur, his warm, moist breath hitting the back of her neck, making her resist a shiver. Warm was an understatement - her skin felt like fire to him, even when she was cold and in need of heat. He swatted away thoughts of how warm she would feel down south, what it would feel like to be encased by her… deep inside. For gods’ sake! he scolded himself.
“Yeah, I am. Thank you for this,” she murmured.
“You’re welcome. Let’s try and sleep now, Rose.” He was trying so desperately to keep his blood flow away from his penis and needed the sweet relief of sleep to shut down his body and his stupid senses and hormonal urges. She needed it as well and was thankful for the suggestion.
“Night, Doctor.”
“Goodnight, Rose.”
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Rose gave a short, quiet exhale as her eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to gather her bearings. The room was dark, and she could hear the torrential rain still powering on outside, relentless and refusing to cease. The sky outside turned white briefly in a flash, accompanied by a quiet rumble of thunder. She awed at the sight before acknowledging more of her surroundings.
The Doctor was right - she had warmed up. She was back at her normal temperature and was pleased with the result. As embarrassing as the technique was, science had proved itself and delivered. Speaking of the Time Lord, she blushed as she realised that his hand was sitting right below her breasts, having moved up in his sleep from the safe area of her belly, gently gripping her torso. She quickly fought back a brief curiosity of what would happen if his hand was sitting a bit higher or a bit lower.
She could feel his chest against her back, the doubled-heartbeat thrumming right between her shoulder blades. She grinned giddily at how they were cuddling, one of her favourite things to do with him.
But then she furrowed her brow as she noticed a peculiar sensation against her: A very hard length poking her bum.
Taking a moment to think about it, still dazed, she was fully awake as her eyes blew completely open, realising that it was an erection .
Her mind went into overdrive as she processed the fact that the Doctor had gotten aroused whilst he was asleep, with her, and that his hard-on was right against her body. Shamefully, she felt some arousal spike within her at the moment and chastised herself. As sexy and attractive it was to be feeling the Doctor turned on and the very obvious evidence of it, he was asleep and it was likely just a biological thing. Plenty of blokes got erections whilst they slept, regardless of whether they had a partner with them or not. She had had her fair share of mornings waking up to Jimmy and Mickey with ‘morning wood’. This couldn’t be any different, Rose decided. She couldn’t violate the Doctor.
She tried to pull away from him, wanting to be respectful, but he had an iron grip on her and made a small noise of protest in his sleep at her movement. She gave a quiet sigh as she realised this would be more difficult than anticipated and took a second to wait. She stilled for a few moments before trying again. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pry it off of her midsection, to a fruitless result. His fingers dug into her skin even further with a low, quiet grunt into her hair, and she knew she had to try something else.
She froze as he began to stir, seizing up even more when he pulled her closer against his body, and ultimately his erection, and sighed happily in her ear.
“Rose,” he hummed. “My Rose.” She felt a bit of panic flare up within her at the scenario. What the hell was she going to do now? Subconsciously, he was remembering she was there and refused to let her leave. She was going to be violating the Doctor by remaining here.
And then, he started to shift. She furrowed her brow again but then what he was doing dawned upon her as he got himself comfortable. His hips began to move, rocking his hardness against her bum.
“Oh, Rose ,” he moaned, his fingertips barely ghosting the swell of her breast. She sucked in a breath at his sensual behaviour, chanting in her head that he was asleep and unaware as she felt her arousal intensify. She couldn’t be getting turned on right now - it was unacceptable.
A hand slipped up, and she hardly stifled a moan of her own as he gently kneaded her breast, nipple getting caught between fingers.
“You’re so beautiful, Rose,” he sighed in his sleep. “So wet, all for me.” Well, his imagination wasn’t that far off, she thought to himself. With that, she shook her head and knew she had to stop letting herself indulge. She had to get him away from her or wake him up.
“Doctor,” Rose murmured, trying to lull him out of sleep.
“Mmm, Rose,” he moaned, moving with more force. She sighed, stifling a laugh, and turned on her side. It was admittedly a little funny, seeing the usually asexual, respectful Doctor acting so wanton . He whined in irritation, trying to find her again with his grabby hands. Her laughter became harder to contain.
“Doctor,” she said once again, with a louder, firmer voice.
“Please,” he whimpered, still searching for her and hips still thrusting desperately. She caught a glimpse of his erection, blushed hard, and very quickly returned her eyes to his face, contorted in both frustration and ecstasy. She exhaled in disappointment as she decided she had one option.
She slapped him across the face.
He yelped as he awoke, clutching his cheek and giving a pained groan, rolling onto his back. Rose winced and covered her mouth with her hands. She hadn’t meant to do it that hard!
“I’m sorry!” she squeaked.
“Ow,” he mewled, eyes clenched shut tightly before opening again. “What was that for?!” he demanded, sitting up.
She considered lying, but she knew she had to be honest. “You were getting a bit randy…” she explained shyly. He furrowed his brow in confusion. “And a bit touchy… and humpy…” His eyes blew open with shock and horror, quickly glimpsing down at his crotch to be confronted with the very blatant erection, before looking back up at Rose.
“Oh my gods, Rose, I am so sorry,” he exclaimed, flopping back down onto his back as he covered his face in shame.
“Doctor, it’s fine.”
“No, it isn’t! I’ve- I’ve assaulted you!” he accused himself, now blushing out of disgust and mortification. Oh, he had well and truly bollocksed this up. She would be going home for sure now. Why had he been so stupid to suggest this in the first place? He had been waking up horny and had added wanking to his morning routine for months now - what part of him possibly fathomed that he could sleep next to Rose Tyler naked and not get aroused? Idiot Time Lord, brainless Gallifreyan! He wanted to regenerate right on the spot. Why hadn’t he just made the trek to the TARDIS on his own and travelled to Rose?
Because he couldn’t bear to part with her and wanted to keep her safe.
“Doctor, listen to me!” He finally paused in his chaotic panic and looked at Rose like a puppy that had been kicked. Her heartstrings twisted at the sight. “Tell me, do you have feelings for me?” Shock racked through him at the question, but he knew he couldn’t lie to her. If confessing was what he needed to do to make her stay, or at least forgive him, he would stop being a coward.
“Yeah,” he whispered, averting his gaze. She grabbed his hand and brought it towards her sex, the path unclear to the alien. He furrowed his brow, and he became highly confused at the brush of thigh he felt on his hand.
“What are you-” His fingers came in contact with her hot, slick arousal and his eyes widened in an instant, mouth gaping. A mixture of emotions came across his face - stupor, fright, then satisfaction, peace.
“Oh,
Rose
,” he whimpered, eyelids fluttering shut in ecstasy for a moment before opening up again. She felt the same way he did. All of his insecurity and doubt… was all a lie.
“I want you just as much as you want me, Doctor,” she grinned, rocking against his hand and making his breath hitch. “Wanted you since ‘run.’” He felt his arousal resurface at both her admittance and the sensations coursing through his body and on his skin.
“Wanted you since I saw you in that basement,” he confessed breathlessly with a smile, all nervousness and panic completely eradicated from him. “I saw you and knew that we were meant to be.”
“Then let’s exchange our fantasies for reality, then.”
“ Well ,” he drawled with a lazy smirk, now regaining his confidence, “this ought to warm you up.” He positioned himself above her, pressing her back against the floor, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. He hummed happily, which transformed into a moan into her mouth when she wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed him flush against her.
He rutted against her slowly and gently, groaning gently into her ear. “Oh, Rose ,” he crooned, savouring the gasps escaping from her lips as she felt his member rub against her folds, nudging against her clit. Her nails dug into his back, and she traced her lips along his neck, jaw, chest.
“Doctor!” she sighed as he began to kiss, suck and nibble at her skin, leaving marks along the smooth, creamy expanse. He hummed contently and continued his rhythmic movements against her heat.
“‘Sound exactly like you did in my dream,” he murmured, before lifting his head and revealing dark, lustful, hooded eyes and plump, pink, wet lips. “ No . You sound better ,” he smirked, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples, drawing out a satisfied moan from her chest.
“What… was your… dream… about?” she exhaled, crying out softly when he tenderly bit the sensitive nub before moving onto the other one and repeating the treatment.
“Mmm,” he groaned against her breast in pleasure, “something a bit like this.” He exchanged his mouth for a hand. “Us making love, in a more comfortable place, though. One of our bedrooms.” He drew his other hand down towards her thighs, spreading her open and pausing in his humping. “It was like this - me on top of you, bringing you to the brink of pleasure.” He dipped a finger inside her and smirked proudly at the deep, guttural moan that erupted from her and the hot, silky warmth around his digit as he began to perfect move within her. “But then you wouldn’t let me come…” he growled a little, obviously frustrated by the interruption. He curled his finger within and stroked the textured wall that he knew would bring her close.
“Surely this is better?” she teased, accompanied by another cry.
“Absolutely,” he agreed, returning his lips to her skin, nibbling on her pulse point.
“Another…” she panted, and squeaked in desire at the feeling of him adding another finger. He swiped his thumb over her clit with each smooth thrust, and her legs tightened around him.
“Doctor…” she trembled, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “Inside me… please,” she begged.
“Your wish is my command, Rose Tyler,” he huskily obliged, tenderly removing his fingers and sucking her fluids off of them. The sight made her eyes darken and he felt his breath sharpen. She kissed him deeply as he aligned himself up with her entrance, and he glanced up at her when ready.
“Next time, we’ll take our time. I just need you right now,” he promised. She nodded frantically and squeezed her thighs around his hips to encourage him forward. He slid right inside her with one thrust, and they moaned and hissed at the sensation.
The Doctor covered Rose entirely with his body, trembling and huffing against her skin. She dug her feet into his bum, signalling him to start, and he began to thrust into her rhythmically, slowly, gently. She stretched around him, head tossing back in pleasure as she whimpered and moaned at how he made her feel. He produced similar noises as he moved, hands travelling along her body and lips creating a new pathway at every turn. He snuck a hand between them and made good work on the bundle of nerves.
Gradually they got as close as possible, holding each other and trying to produce as much skin contact as possible. Their climaxes were growing quicker and quicker, and they knew they couldn’t hold on for much longer. He thrusted harder and faster, stroking her clit with more pressure.
“Gods, Rose, I love you,” he confessed in a gasp, a change from the sweet nothings and occasional filthy comment he would utter when particularly enjoying himself. She brightened at his words and clenched around him, caressing his face and kissing him gently.
“I love you too,” she sighed with a smile, making him beam. The confession tipped him over.
“Fuck, I’m gonna-” he strangled out, thrusts becoming shallow and brief.
“Me too.” With a flurry of movements, they both climaxed, the Doctor slumping over Rose in exhaustion. They panted, huffed and hummed against each other as they embraced, softly drawing patterns along their skin, pressing feather-light kisses wherever they could.
He eventually pulled out of her, laying beside her briefly before pulling her into a cuddle that couldn’t be negotiated. She giggled as he kissed her eyelids, nose and lips, sighing happily before nuzzling into her hair.
“The only time I’ll ever be thankful for getting stuck in rain,” he mumbled, prompting a laugh from them each. She snuggled against his chest and pressed a kiss on his sternum, feeling his doubled heartbeat.
“My Doctor.”
“My Rose.”