#DoctorxRose Fic Meme list

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4, E, ✄. Please and thanky :D

Thanks for the prompt!  4 = Rose’s bedroom, E = comfort, and ✄ = Dalek.

Uh… this sort of got away from me, and provided an opportunity for me to practice writing smut (sort of, haha, it was still a stretch), so I hope this satisfies.

Daleks aren’t explicitly mentioned, but Canary Wharf is?  It’s right after, so…

Slightly nsfw, though not really explicit?  This was as far as I could get, lol.

Tagging @doctorroseprompts and @timepetalsprompts for bedsharing and TenxRose; @dwsmutfest for holding hands.

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Comfort Kisses

Straightening with a groan, the Doctor surveyed hishandiwork.  The kitchen was all butfinished, boxes neatly stacked in front of the sink waiting to be loaded on theTARDIS.  Deciding it was good enough fornow, and worried about how quiet Rose had been, he left the kitchen only to seeliving room empty, half packed.

Listening carefully, he heard the barest of sniffles, andknew where Rose had gone.  Sure enough,he found her curled up on her bed, crying silently into her pillow as shestared at a picture of her with Jackie.

Toeing off his trainers, jacket and tie long sincediscarded, the Doctor didn’t hesitate to crawl onto the bed and curl up behindher, one arm holding her firmly to him.

“She’s gonna be okay, right?”  Rose looked at him over her shoulder, and henodded sympathetically.

“Of course she will.  She’sgot Pete, and Mickey.  And I’ve got the TARDISworking on a way to send her a message. And she’s strong, you know that. She’ll get through it.”

“Right.”  Shemuttered, stroking the soft fur of the bear she’s so loved as a child.  “But what about me?”

The Doctor sighed, resting his chin on her shoulder, hishead pressed against hers.  “I know.  But, you’ve got me.  Forever.”

“I know.  But… I’mbasically an orphan now.  I’m all alone.”  She whispered to the bear, even as sherelaxed back into the Doctor’s embrace.

“You’ll be all right. Brilliant.  I promise.”  He vowed, before pressing a kiss to her temple.  “Try and get some rest, we’ll get the rest ofthis packed up tomorrow.”

Still sniffling but all cried out, Rose shuffled in his armsuntil they were face to face, hers pressed into his chest between his hearts.

“I love you.”  She whispered,asleep before he could answer.

“I love you, too.”

-

Unaware he’d fallen asleep until he startled awake, it tookseveral moments for the Doctor to process the data his senses were dumping onhim.  First, he registered the time – 2:25AM, what Rose would call the middle of the night.  Then, feel – he was acutely aware of thescratch of Rose’s sheets, the way she felt pressed against him, the way she…was peppering kisses across his throat and chin?  That made him realize what, more than anything,woke him – the heady scent of pheromones pouring off of her.

“Rose.”  His voicehusky from sleep, it was a question, a plea, and a warning.

“You’re awake.”  She murmured,stretching a little now to reach his mouth.

“Mhmm.”  He returnedher kiss, but refused to allow her to deepen it.  “Why are you?”

“Couldn’t sleep anymore.” She shrugged, rubbing her nose against his cheek, and her knuckles onhis chest between his hearts.

“I can help with that.” He offered softly, raising a fingertip to hover over her brow, intendingto open their surface bond and encourage her to rest.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”  Rose seemingly agreed, though she made itabundantly clear she had a differentkind of help in mind when she simultaneously sucked on his earlobe and ran herhand down to the waistband of his trousers.

“Rose!”  The Doctor squeaked in surprise, one handshooting down to cover hers.  “You- you-”He fumbled, quickly getting lost in the devilish things she was doing to hisear.  His eyes slid shut of their ownaccord, and his hand over hers loosened enough that it could continue on itspath.

“I…”  Rose teased him,rubbing her thumb along the tiny hairs just under his waistband.

“You should stop.”  Hepanted, fighting desperately against his treacherous body, futilely trying tobring himself under control.

In the three months since they’d added this to their relationship, he’d rarely (read: never) won thatbattle.

“I’d rather not.”  Shecontinued to press butterfly kisses to his face, her thumb stretching lower.

“Rose, you’re upset.” He brought his hand to her waist with the intention of pushing her away,though his traitor hand only tugged her closer, one of his knees slidingbetween hers.

At that, she paused, looking up at him.  Knowing his ‘superior biology’ would let himsee her face in the dark room, she told him seriously, “Yes, I am.  Doesn’t mean you’re taking advantage of me,though.  Yes, I’m hurting, and I want youto comfort me; I need you to remind me that I’m yours, as you are mine.”

“Rose.”  Again, hesighed her name, surrender and love, a prayer and desire all wrapped up in one breath.

“Please.”  Shewhispered, and he gave in.

Nudging her onto her back, he hovered over her, just barelyallowing his weight to lean on her.  Hislips were a breath away, one hand tangled in her hair, the other cradling herknee as he drew it up, letting her foot lay flat on the mattress so he couldfit between her thighs.

They simply stayed there, breathing each other in, forthirty seconds, eternity, or somewhere in between.  Finally, though, Rose could take it no longer,and used the hand at the back of his neck to pull the Doctor down onto her, sothey were pressed together from head to toe.

“Hi.”  She whispered,grinning slightly.

“Hi!”  Having seen thegenuine desire in her eyes, the Doctor was now fully onboard with her plannedactivities, though he still waited for her to make the first move.

Rolling her eyes at him, both touched and exasperated at suchgentlemanly behavior, she stretched her neck the centimeter or so she needed tobe able to press their lips together.

The moment he responded, it was as if a firework show hadstarted; teeth clacked together and noses bumped as they struggled to undressthe other, both entirely reluctant to part enough to remove the fabric barriers.

Soon enough, though, amid giggles, struggles, and the Doctorat one point struggling to get his pants off, they were both bare.

The Doctor hovered over her, one hand tangled with hers byher head, the other firmly gripping her hip as he continued to kiss her, slow,deep kisses that made her toes curl with anticipation.

“I love you.”  He toldher, close enough in the dark that even her poor (compared to his) vision couldsee the sincerity in his eyes.

“I love you too.”  Sheran her free hand along his spine, gently pressing on his lower back inencouragement as she bucked her hips against him.

“How long are you going to stay with me?”  He asked, that very afternoon in the lever room,the way she barely held on, still fresh in his mind.

“Forever.”  Shereaffirmed, willing to promise it as many times as it took for him to believeit.  She still didn’t know how she wasstill here, how they’d both gotten through the day together.  But in the end, the how didn’t matter, onlythat they had.

And, she thoughtas he lowered himself to her, we alwayswill.

The stuff of legend indeed.