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FIC: Turn My Wooden Heart (Chapter 13 of 13 and Epilogue), Doctor Who, Nine/Rose, Rated NC-17

Title: Turn My Wooden Heart (Chapter 13/13 and Epilogue)
Author: anogete
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Rating: Adult, NC-17 (eventually)
Beta: Wibbling about on my own without a beta for the time being.
Summary: The Doctor and Rose find themselves wrapped up in a war between two tribes of people. As they sort out the conspiracy surrounding this war, they begin to question their feelings for one another.
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own anyone or anything associated with Doctor Who, but I do enjoy playing with Nine and Rose. ::pets them::
A/N: This fic is thirteen chapters with a short epilogue, and it is nearly complete, but I have been a complete boob by not posting as promised. 2009 was a crap year for me, so we're hoping that 2010 will be much better.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12

CHAPTER 13

Rose smiled to herself and stood up. The Doctor was frozen over the controls, as if he knew what was coming. Two small steps brought her up just behind him. “So, Doctor,” Rose said in her sweetest voice. “Have you ever shagged in the space-time vortex?”

“Can’t say that I have, Rose.” She could hear the grin in his voice, not to mention the husky anticipation. Finally, he straightened and turned around to face her.

“Don’t you think it’s time you tried?” She put her hands on her hips and looked up at him with a sly smile.

The Doctor raised his brows. “Well, we did have an agreement while we were locked in that room. I think it involved the main console.”

“That main console?” Rose pointed behind him.

“The very one,” the Doctor replied, snapping his hands out and grabbing her around the waist.

Rose laughed as he pulled her toward him and spun them around. The metal dug into the backs of her thighs as he pushed her back against the sensitive instruments of the TARDIS. “I’m not going to break anything, am I?”

“Nothing that can’t be fixed,” he replied, kissing her mouth. His lips moved down her throat, his chin nuzzling against the collar of the awful button-up nurse shirt as he moved lower. At the same time, she could feel his cool fingertips sliding up inside the shirt and trailing up her sides.

“Isn’t this about the time you tell me we can’t do this?” she asked, gasping for breath.

The Doctor’s hands covered her breasts just has his lips had been covering her mouth. “I’ve learned my lesson,” he said, pulling away and peppering kisses down her neck again. He lingered on her delicate collarbone before finally giving it a playful nip.

“What lesson is that?” Rose’s hands were on the back of his head, cradling him against her neck and chest while his fingers were busy tracing the lace edges of her bra.

He slid his hands behind her and deftly released the clasp. Rose immediately felt the restriction of her bra lessen as it hung limply from her shoulders. The Doctor moved his hands up further, encouraging Rose to raise her arms. She did, and he lifted the shirt and bra off her. “That I love you, and I don’t want to go on without knowing what this would have been like.”

“This?”

“Us. Like this.” He kissed her again, but a small corner of her mind felt his nibble fingers unzipping her jeans. Rose moan and skimmed her hands over his shoulders before pushing the white coat off. It rustled as it hit the floor. The Doctor guided the white pants from her nurse’s outfit over her hips and down her thighs. Rose held onto him for balance as she shimmed out of them, leaving her in just a pair of knickers.

Her mind was hazy from desire. She could see nothing but him standing in front of her, watching her as if she were the most precious thing in the universe. “What happened to ‘we’re too different’?” she asked, helping him pull his jumper over his head.

“Doesn’t matter. Taking things one day at a time now, me.”

Rose smiled up at him. “Could you also take your trousers off?”

“Oi! Bossy! Tell you I love you and this is what I get.”

She grabbed his belt buckle and roughly unclasped it before moving her hand to his zipper. Her brazenness seemed to inflame him because a moment later, he was dropping his pants and pushing her back against the console until she was halfway seated on the edge of it. To keep her balance, Rose slammed her hand down on a red button. Luckily, nothing happened.

“I disabled the controls,” the Doctor explained, dropping to his knees and hooking his fingers into the hips of her knickers.

“You planned this,” Rose accused him.

“A promise is a promise. You said you’d shag me on the main console if we escaped.”

Rose lifted her hips so he could remove her knickers. Suddenly, she felt very exposed, but the Doctor soothed her nerves by placing soft, teasing kisses up her legs. When he had made his way up to her inner thighs, she felt his teeth lightly graze the sensitive skin there until she was writhing on her makeshift seat. “Doctor,” Rose whispered, begging him for more.

“Hush now, you,” he said before his mouth touched her center. His tongue flicked out and traced her lower lips before nudging her clitoris.

Rose cried out and bucked up into him as his hands took a firm grip on her hips. All she could do was throw her head back, close her eyes and ride the wave of pleasure he was building in her. Every stroke of his tongue, every soft kiss lifted her higher. She thought she might come when he easily slid a finger, then two, inside her. But he was only teasing, never giving enough to make that wave crest and crash over with her riding atop.

His mouth stilled as he slowly pulled his fingers out, and then pushed them back in, curling them up to make her body tighten as he hit that spot just there. “Oh, Doctor,” Rose moaned. Her legs were thrown over his shoulders, and her heels were digging sharply into his back. “Please,” she continued, “please…”

Taking pity on her, he pressed his mouth over her and sucked at her clitoris, flicking his tongue over it as his fingers continued pumping into her. Rose’s breathing and cries of pleasure increased in intensity and tempo as the heat coiled deep within her core. She was on the verge; the wave was cresting and hanging there in the air, defying gravity.

“Rose, come for me.” His mouth was still on her, and his rough voice sent her crashing down, crying out her release and lifting her lower body off the console by digging her heels more deeply into his back.

As her breathing slowed and she settled back into her body again, Rose looked down to see the Doctor pressing gentle kisses on her stomach. “Doctor,” she whispered between deep breaths.

He smoothly stood, letting his mouth trace a hot path up the center of her stomach, between her breasts, up her neck, until he reached her mouth again. She could smell and taste herself on him as he thrust his tongue between her lips. His hips rocked until he was positioned between her legs as she was still seated on the edge of the console with buttons and other controls mashed beneath her palms.

“Please, Doctor.” Rose shifted her hips against his, searching for friction, searching for him. When he didn’t oblige her immediately, she grabbed fistfuls of his jumper in her hands and pulled him down on top of her. A lever on the console dug into her back, but her mind was elsewhere.

The Doctor removed his hands from her body long enough to hastily pull off his jumper and toss it on the floor. The bare skin of his legs pressed against her inner thighs and his erection teased her entrance, so Rose knew his pants--if he even wore any--were gone already.

His hands caught hers as she ran her fingertips over the bare skin of his chest and shoulders. In one smooth motion, he lifted her hands above her head, pinning them down, and slid into her heat. Rose gasped and arched her back, lifting her breasts up to his open mouth. The Doctor devoured them, flicking his tongue over one nipple, then the other.

Rose struggled and finally succeeded in freeing her hands from the Doctor’s grip. As his hips flexed, pushing into her again, she scored his smooth back with her short nails. If anything, this spurred the Doctor on, and he pressed into her more enthusiastically, his hands on her hips and his mouth placing lingering kisses on her neck. Rose wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and dug her heels into her lower back in an attempt to draw him deeper into her.

“Yes…” she whispered in his ear just before he claimed her mouth and kissed her. “Don’t stop,” Rose added when he sucked in a shuddering breath, their lips still touching.

“You’ll be the death of me, Rose Tyler.”

She smiled and tilted her chin up so she could kiss him again. “I love you,” was her only reply before they kissed.

The Doctor’s fingertips were pressing into her hips. “I love you, too,” he said, pushing into her and stilling himself so he could looked into her eyes.

Rose impatiently lifted her hips and gyrated beneath him. The Doctor groaned and resumed his rhythm, pushing and pulling, giving and taking. She could feel that tightness building in her abdomen again; it was pulsing out from him and coiling the spring her stomach.

“Doctor,” she gasped.

“Yes,” he murmured, “Yes, Rose.”

“Doctor, I’m…”

His mouth was pressed to her ear. “Yes…” he hissed as he slipped a hand between them. Rose’s fingers gripped his shoulders as he pressed his thumb over her clitoris. Immediately, she came undone, bucking beneath him as her walls clenched around his erection.

Just as Rose’s breath was slowing and the bliss of her orgasm was filtering out of her body, she felt the Doctor thrust into her one last time. His body jerked just as she felt him throb. “Oh, Rose,” he said softly, pressing his face into the column of her neck.

Rose slid her hands to his close-cropped hair and tickled it with her fingertips while they remained like that. The Doctor‘s breathing was still hard, his chest pressing into hers. “That was… wow,” she whispered, afraid to break the silence.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss where her shoulder and neck met. “I agree.”

Shifting again, Rose realized the lever was still jammed into her back. “As much as I don’t want this to end, I think I need to move before I get a hole punched in my back.”

The Doctor reluctantly pulled away and held a hand out for Rose. She took it and he helped her off the console, supporting her as she stood on shaky legs.

Unaware of her nudity, Rose stretched her arms in the air, enjoying the satisfaction of muscles sore from great sex. She looked down and saw the Doctor’s feet. He was still in his boots, and his trousers were bunched up around his ankles. She covered her mouth to staunch the riot of giggles.

“What?” the Doctor asked.

Rose pointed down at his trousers, and then followed the line of his lean legs up to his softening manhood and flat stomach. Heat flooded through her stomach, but she suppressed it. “Your trousers,” she explained.

The Doctor looked down. “Right, that. Look ridiculous, don’t I?”

“Just a bit.” Rose bit her lower lip to hide the grin playing on her mouth.

“You weren’t laughing a minute ago, if I recall.” His eyes were dark and his voice was deep as he ran his eyes down her naked body.

Rose flushed and tried to stop her eyes from dropping to stare at him. She didn’t succeed and ended up gazing at his quickly hardening erection. He toed off his boots and stepped out of the rest of his clothes.

“We should find a bed,” she said, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

“Agreed,” the Doctor said, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her closer.


EPILOGUE

“Tok will marry my sister,” Yorba said proudly with his shoulders pulled back and his chest puffed out. “She is most handsome of Sarhn women.”

Tok nodded and turned to smile at his intended, a young Sarhn woman with short white hair and a tall, lithe body.

“Nice way of uniting the tribes, don’t you think?” the Doctor said, smiling at Rose.

Not much time had elapsed for them--only a couple of days--but the TARDIS could navigate time so easily that several months into the future of Zed Six was only a few seconds away. The Harack and Sarhn were living in the same camp now, and most of the hard feelings between the two tribes had dissipated, especially when Urd and Irri had returned with their tale of escape.

“Two humans come to forest many days ago,” Tok said, sitting down across the fire from Rose and the Doctor. “We track them because we do not want more of our people to die. Humans kill too many.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “A man and a woman?”

“They say they are called Bran and Sophie.”

The Doctor and Rose looked at each other, smiling ear to ear. “They helped us destroy the facility where your people were being killed.”

Yorba nodded. “Yes, they say this, too.”

“How were they?”

“They will be having marriage soon,” Tok answered.

Rose threw her head back and laughed while the Doctor chuckled along with her. “I knew it,” she told the tribesmen after she caught her breath. “Did they return to the city?”

“Yes,” Yorba said. “They say they will allow killings no longer. Tunnel is smashed, unusable. Truth is known among your people, many are unhappy.”

“As they should be,” the Doctor replied. “Don’t think you’ll have much of a problem now.”

“No Harack or Sarhn have been killed since you arrived,” Tok said. He stood and clapped the Doctor on the back, then squeezed Rose’s shoulder affectionately. “And you, now?”

Rose looked up at him. “Me?”

“You will be married?” His eyes shifted to the Doctor.

“Oh, well, I--”

The Doctor smiled and winked at her before looking back to Tok. “We’re as good as married. She’s my ilsingin.”

Tok grinned and nodded his head. “Yes, this has truth.”

Playfully, Rose leaned over and bumped her shoulder against the Doctor’s. “Smooth way of avoiding the question.”

“You want to get married?”

“Don’t lay the romance on so thick,” Rose said with a laugh.

The Doctor’s hand found hers and he twined their fingers together. “I did say I would do anything to make you happy.”

“This makes me happy,” Rose said simply, lifting their joined hands up before letting them flop back down into his lap.

He leaned closer and placed his lips over her ear. “I know something else that makes you happy.”

Rose giggled and shrugged her shoulder up to knock his teasing mouth away from her ear. His breath on the sensitive skin there was already warming her blood. “We’re not doing it in the shower again. I almost slipped and fell,” she whispered, remembering what they had done just before they materialized the TARDIS a few meters from the tribes’ joint camp.

“There’s always the bathtub,” the Doctor said, raising his brows.

Rose jumped up and flashed a huge smile with all the tribe members seated around the fire. “Great seeing you again. Got to go take care of something very important.” She reached down, grabbed the Doctor’s hand, and pulled him out of the light and toward the TARDIS.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” the Doctor asked, and she could hear the grin in his voice.

“Well, if the TARDIS isn’t over here, we can always do it behind these trees.”

“Thought I enticed you with the bathtub.”

“There’s always time for the bathtub later,” Rose replied, pushing the Doctor against the wide truck of an old tree. She placed a heated and urgent kiss on his lips before sliding her mouth down to his neck.

The Doctor’s hands tangled in her hair and pulled her mouth away from him. “We’re being watched,” he whispered.

“What?” Rose glanced around and finally saw two young Harack or Sarhn standing not far from them with staffs, presumably keeping watch at the camp’s perimeter. She let her forehead fall against the Doctor’s chest. “Tell them to go away,” she whispered.

“How about that bathtub?” he replied, sweeping her off her feet with an arm supporting her back and the other behind the bend of her knees. The TARDIS was only a few meters to the left, and the door opened for them as they approached.

“Can we have bubbles in the bathtub?”

The Doctor smiled down at her as they stepped inside the TARDIS. “Anything for you, Rose.”

(FIN)
Tags: doctor who, fanfic, nine/rose
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