fic; doctor who: Sexual Tension in Stasis (part 2/2)
fandom: Doctor Who.
pairing: Ten/TenToo/Rose, together.
rating: Adult.
words: 5,156, this part; 9,839 total.
notes: This was written for the
time_and_chips 2012 Advent Calendar! Thank you to gallifreyburning and winterinthetardis for reading this over, and assuring me I wasn't a million miles off-base.summary/intro: Continues on from part 1 here.
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"Time!" The other Doctor's voice sounds strained, the words forced out, and when she looks at him, his pupils are wide, his cheeks pink.
The human Doctor shifts off of her, his erection brushing her thigh, and he takes a moment to adjust himself in his jeans before speaking, "I think that went pretty well. Certainly better than you'll do, at least."
Rose's brain is still cloudy with arousal, and really, it's the one going last with the advantage, because she's plenty wound up now. Unless they reconvene in an hour, the human Doctor has set the Time Lord off with a considerable head start. And that, too, is a thrill, that it's her they're trying to affect, her they're trying to seduce. If she woke up now, it would most certainly be a randy morning.
She moves to sit up, shaking her head briefly in an effort to regain some control.
"My turn," the two-hearted Doctor says, rising from the coffee table and reaching out a hand to Rose. She takes it and he tugs her up, pulling her away from the furniture. The human Doctor watches from the sofa, legs splayed wide as he sprawls across the cushions.
"Thought I'd try something different," the Doctor standing with her says. His voice is low, but his duplicate still hears.
"Nothing too different," the other Doctor cuts in. "No --" and he touches his hand to his temple.
"I won't even need it," he meets Rose's eye with a small smile. "Had a lot of time to think about this, you know. This," he brushes his fingers across her forehead, down the side, "Doesn't even factor in until, oh, the fiftieth time, sixtieth, maybe."
Her heart gives a flip at that, the sort of admission she never thought she'd get from this Doctor. She tries to respond, but the words clog in her throat. She wants to tell him she'd thought about it, too, and that human or not, it's more amazing than she can she possibly imagine, already. Instead, she settles for resting a hand over his second heart.
"Ready?" he says, and she shakes her head, quickly unbuttoning his suit jacket. It seems vital, suddenly, that she be able to feel him properly. If this is all she'll ever have, she wants one less thing between them.
He looks at her, amused, as she pushes the material from his shoulders and tugs it down his arms. When it drops to the floor, she bends to pick it up, folding it lengthwise and tossing it toward an end of the sofa. It lands near the Doctor and he waves a finger at it, muttering, "Should make you give me that, too."
Now standing in front of her in just his shirt and tie, the Time Lord Doctor tries again, "Ready?" This time she nods.
He winks at her, quickly, and it's almost enough to make her knees buckle, but then he's there, his hands on her waist, and his head lowers toward her.
His mouth working against hers gently, he keeps the touch light, kissing her top lip and then her bottom lip as he tilts his head for a better angle. She keeps with his pace, returning the movements, only opening her mouth when he does. He lets his tongue join in slowly, a few brief glances against her lips before she sweeps her own tongue out to meet his. His hands slide down from her waist to settle on her hips, and he tightens his grip as he begins to walk her backward, sliding his tongue into her mouth as she allows him to guide her.
Her back meets the wall next to the bookcase, and then he's everywhere, pressed up against her from head to toe. There's the feel of muscle and bone beneath cotton, and she moves her hands to cup his face as he arches his hips into her. She knows what he looks like under his trousers, duplicates to the human eye, but she wants to touch, to experience, and as he laps at her tongue with his own, she skates a hand down his back, landing on his arse.
Tugging him further into her makes her gasp, and she pulls her mouth from his. He moves it immediately to her neck, to that same spot between her shoulder and neck, the one his duplicate had exposed earlier. Now though, the mouth is cool, a contrast to her heated skin, and she whimpers at the feeling.
He works his hands between them, undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt, and he whines when his fingers meet the material of her camisole instead of the skin of her stomach.
"Serves you right, all those layers" she mumbles, plucking at his Oxford, and the t-shirt underneath. She can feel his grin against her neck, and then his hands snake under the camisole, smoothing up to her waist.
There's the rustle of movement from the sofa and she tenses in anticipation of time being called. When it doesn't come, she opens her eyes to see the human Doctor standing next to his duplicate. The Time Lord pulls back from her neck to glance at the other man, but he doesn't remove his hands from under her camisole.
Another look passes between them and then she hears the echoed growl of identical voices.
"It's a draw."
The human Doctor kisses her, as the other goes back to her neck, a flurry of hands tugging her blouse down her arms.
It's nearly overwhelming, trying to parse whose fingers are edging the tops of her breasts, whose leg is slipping between hers. There are clues, textures and temperatures, but it's distracting, and she jerks her mind back, forcing herself to concentrate on the feelings, not who's creating them.
More shifting, and they're off the wall now, shuffling toward the hallway, toward their bedroom. It's too hectic, three sets of legs, and she needs to understand what's happening, needs to make sure they do, so she pulls back, and stops walking.
She watches them, and there's that duplicate look again, heavy lidded, and half drunk, and so fucking sexy that she almost gives it up.
"That," she looks at the Time Lord Doctor, his wet mouth and dark gaze, "down there, is our bedroom. Is that where you want to go?"
He nods, slowly, eyes never leaving Rose's.
"And is that where you want to go?" This time she says it to the human Doctor and he, too, nods, keeping focused on Rose.
"I want to, too," she says, with more courage than she feels, "But you have to know -- you have to realize -- you'll be in there together. Is that going to be all right, as well?"
They both glance to the side, at each other, in unison once more, and really, there's a point where that might be weird, but she hasn't reached it yet, "Yes."
Joy bubbles up in her chest, that they're going to do this, this thing she could never have planned, never have hoped for, regardless of whatever silly discussions had been had in this universe.
"Fantastic!" She shouts, and scrambles down the hall, tugging her camisole up over her head and darting through the bedroom door. She pitches the cloth aside with one hand, turns the light on with the other, and has just enough time to jump on the edge of the bed as the Doctors join her.
Four separate eyes stare at her breasts, the slight bounce of them as she shimmies further up the bed, and she thinks, briefly, that she should feel self-conscious, but there's no room for it. Instead, she feels powerful, and sexy, completely in command.
She laughs, delighted by it all, and points a separate index finger at both of them, "This is a topless bed."
Her Doctor grins, grabbing his jumper and t-shirt and stripping it off in one go, before bounding onto the bed and swooping down to kiss her. She's struck by an impulse though, something she's always wanted to do, and she pulls back after only a few seconds.
"Wait, wait, wait," she says, leaping from the bed and crossing to where the Time Lord still stands, unbuttoning his cuffs with an incredulous look on his face. She knows the feeling, can't believe they're here, he's here, and she leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
When she drops back down, she brings her hands to his tie, unknotting it slowly. She makes a show of it, tongue between her teeth for the Time Lord, and a little arse wiggle for his duplicate on the bed. When it's loose, she slips it from the collar, dropping it deliberately to the floor before moving on to the buttons of his shirt. This is quicker work, only hampered by the pair of hands that have risen to play with her breasts, fingers dancing lightly around the nipples. It's distracting and amazing, and he's drawing circles now, coiling the spring in her abdomen tighter and tighter and tighter.
He shrugs out of the button-down when she's finally done, crossing his arms to grab the bottom of his t-shirt and tug that up and over his head, too. It seems silly to get this far and not finish the job, so as his arms raise, she moves to the clasp of his trousers. She slides it free with the very tips of her fingers, avoiding where he's straining against the material. He makes a low sound in his throat, stilling her hands and thrusting up. With a smirk, she gives in, cupping him fully before carefully lowering his zip.
Pausing her progress, he leans over to shed his trainers and socks, and then waves a hand in the air for her to proceed, topping it off a bob of his eyebrows. She leaves his boxer briefs on, a dark grey pair that she's nearly certain her human Doctor owns, too. When she turns to look at him, he's shucked his jeans, down to just his pants. His are red, and at least for the moment, she'll be able to tell them apart. He's got a hand on the fabric overtop of his erection, palm rubbing circles almost absent-mindedly, except for the way he's staring at her.
There are hands at her waist now, fingers skirting along the top of her jeans, and she feels the pressure release as they undo the button and lower the zip. It's one of her tighter pairs, and she reaches down to help, moving her legs to shimmy out of the denim. The Doctor snags her knickers at the last second, tugging them down to meet the pool of fabric at her feet, before helping her step out of it. She'd shed her shoes when they came back into the house earlier, and this last movement leaves her completely bare before them.
Again, she's only uncertain about the absence of uncertainty. Shouldn't she feel embarrassed or anxious? There are nerves, sure, but they're the good kind, the can't-wait-to-see-where-this-goes kind. Like stepping out of the TARDIS -- or a zeppelin, more recently -- and into an adventure.
"Looks like he could use some help over there," the Time Lord Doctor says quietly, stooping low so she feels the flutter of his breath on her skin. He nods to his duplicate on the bed. The small circles he'd been making with his palm have stopped, instead his hands rest at his sides where he's propped against the pillows.
It feels like a time for daring, or a time for dares, and she smiles at the human Doctor before turning to raise her eyebrows at the one beside her, "So help him."
She's expecting a protest, or at least a funny look, but instead he shrugs, and gives her a smirk, before sauntering over to kneel next to the other Doctor on the bed. The effect of the two of them, one in profile, the other on his back, is completely devastating. She can't decide where to look. All that skin, long limbs and angles, really great hair. And, of course, lower, to the proof that it's not only her wrapped up in all this. She wants to be wrapped up even further.
There's a sexier way to get across the room, she's sure -- the Doctor had done it a few moments ago -- but she's impatient, walking to the bed in a few fast strides and kneeling on the foot of the mattress.
"He's going to help you," Rose says, eyes fixed on the human Doctor. "And I'm going to watch."
She holds her breath as he nods in response, and then the Time Lord Doctor lays a hand flat on the abdomen of the other.
"Bet I could give you that half-stupid look, too," he says, and Rose wonders if it's for her benefit, the speaking out loud. Either way, she's incredibly grateful, she'll write her thank you note in the morning, have a fruit basket shipped out to the TARDIS.
For a moment it's quiet again, and the rain outside echoes through the room, the muffled patter as it hits the window. Then, so slowly she imagines she can hear the scratch of nails on skin, the Time Lord Doctor curls his hand into the skin of the other, dragging his fingers through the hair below his belly button. He edges under the elastic of the other man's pants and Rose tries to track the motions underneath the fabric. The second he gets a grip though, her eyes flicker up to the human Doctor's face, the way his mouth drops open and a soft breath escapes on a sound.
"Look, you're halfway there," the Time Lord says, moving his hand languidly, up and down, up and down. The rhythm is hypnotic and Rose matches it, rubbing her thighs together to try and gather some friction. "Just need those droopy eyelids." She watches as he swipes his thumb across the head of the other man's cock, where a small damp spot has appeared on the fabric. "Ah, there they are."
The human Doctor lets out a groan, the noise forming around a word.
"Wanker," he says, and the Time Lord grins.
"Seems so," and he tightens his hand.
She decides then that she needs more, more for them, more for her, more more more, and now. Crawling up the bed, she straddles her Doctor's legs, dropping her weight and shifting forward until she meets his erection, and his duplicate's hand.
"Do it again," she says, and the Time Lord leans to kiss her as he complies. He twists his hand, shifting his fist so that his knuckles are brushing against Rose, right where she wants them, if not the fabric of her Doctor's pants. She pulls back from the kiss, and rises more fully onto her knees, "Lift up," she says, and taps the hip of the Doctor underneath her. He does, arching into her with a wicked look in his eye. She sighs at the feeling, nearly willing to be deterred, to let it happen like this, through his pants, riding him and his duplicate's fist, until she comes. It probably wouldn't take long.
Instead she moves her hands in front of her, working the fabric over his erection and the hand that covers it. She shoves the material down until it's through the bracket of her thighs, and then reaches behind herself to finish the job, drawing his pants to his ankles and enjoying the flutter kick he gives to get them off.
Her eyes are fixed on where the Doctors are joined, the way one is holding the other, a looser fist now, and it suddenly seems ungrateful to not have them both naked. She drags her eyes away, to where the Time Lord is still encased in his boxer briefs. Hooking her index finger under the waistband, she gives it a little snap. "Yours, too."
He moves off the bed, letting go of his duplicate and yanking his pants off, before resuming his former position, right down to the placement of his knuckles. There now, everyone on equal footing.
The Time Lord starts up his rhythm again, dragging his knuckles wetly against Rose, as she squirms and shifts. He draws her toward him with his free hand, fingers tangling in her hair as he meets her in a sloppy kiss. He pulls back after a moment, meeting her eye and lowering his hand to find one of hers. When he does, he moves it to his own erection, curling her fingers into a fist around it and working her into the rhythm he's using on the other.
The Doctor beneath her groans at the sight, eyes riveted to where Rose's hand is slowly pumping a cock that isn't his own, but looks identical. He raises a hand to toy with one of Rose's breast, the movement is clumsy, he's distracted, but there's muscle memory, and his fingers coast with it, remembering how she likes to be touched.
Slick skin and needy noises, and this isn't going to be enough, it's amazing, fantastic, completely fucking brilliant, and she could stay here, hanging on this ledge for years if she'd already come once, but the tension is spiraling so tightly, it's starting to become uncomfortable. She either needs to release it, or let it ratchet back down, away from all the -- stimuli. She'd definitely prefer the former.
She moves swiftly, batting the Time Lord's hand from his duplicate, and shuffling forward to position herself over the human Doctor. She releases the Time Lord to steady herself, and her eyes dart between them before drifting shut as she sinks down slowly.
"Gonna need a minute," the Doctor beneath her grits out, and she doesn't miss the self-satisfied smirk on the other's face.
"Only gonna be a minute," she says, and rockets into a frantic rhythm, setting the pace that will get her there quickest. The Doctor groans beneath her, and she hears the Time Lord at his side, "Hold out," he tells him.
She forces her eyes open, sees the challenging look he's got on his face. The human Doctor lets out another noise as she continues to move, sounding more pained this time, "You better fucking make it worth it then," he hisses at the Time Lord.
"Oh, I will," and he tilts his head, tongue resting on his front teeth like he's considering all the ways he could do just that. She's so close, so goddamn close, and as her eyes slip shut again, she feels pressure on her clit. It's not quite the movement she's used to, and she quickly decides that means it's the Time Lord. It's enough, somehow, that thought, and she tumbles into a shuddering orgasm that both Doctors do their best to draw out.
When she finally settles, the Doctor is still hard inside her, and she slips off of him as gently as possible, crushing down the urge to rock against him one more time. She wants to see what the Time Lord has in mind, and it wouldn't be fair to deny herself, or her Doctor, that part.
She shuffles back down until she's straddling the Doctor's thighs once more and then, to give the other Doctor more room to work, she just keeps going, until she's perched over his shins. It's uncomfortable, not a good place to rest her weight, and she shifts, spreading his legs, so she can kneel between them instead.
It's a perfect view as the Time Lord stretches his body out, resting his weight on one arm as the other lifts to place a hand back on his duplicate’s erection. He strokes a few times, pausing to realize the skin there is slicker now, from her, and he shoots her a filthy grin, eyes lighting up.
"Not how I thought I'd find out what you taste like," he tells her, "But -- when in Pete's World," and he leans forward in a flash, mouth enveloping his duplicate’s cock. The human Doctor shouts, arching up before flopping backing into the pillows.
If she'd thought the view was good before, it's nothing compared to now, where she can see her Doctor, eyes shut, head moving wildly, and the other Doctor, mouth working just as restlessly on him. He's brought his hand up, too, gripping the base through the circle of his fingers, tight friction on every stroke.
She can't even imagine how that must feel, not from someone who learns what you like and learns how to do it, but from someone who knows, someone with firsthand experience -- from yourself.
If the noises are anything to go by, he'd have trouble explaining it, stuttering through groans and directives. He's always chatty in bed, but it's harsher somehow than he is with her.
"Don't you dare fucking stop," he finally gets out, his fourth try, finally not lost to just the curse.
The Time Lord makes a noise around his cock, an argument or an agreement, Rose can't tell, but the human Doctor's hand flies to the back of the other's head, keeping him in position.
Rose can feel the edge begin to build within herself again, as the Doctor below her grows frantic for release. She reaches her arm out, running her fingernails down his side, starting at his ribs and then sharp across the ridge of his hipbone. She hears the Doctor's voice, "Yes," and a shout, then he's bucking his hips, coming, the movement growing shallow as the Time Lord swallows him down.
It's too much to process as the Doctor next to her rears his head back up, and ducks immediately back down, pressing his mouth to his duplicate's at a furious pace. She can see their tongues working together through gaps in the kiss, imagines what that must taste like, and then she's tugging at the Time Lord's hair, bringing his lips to her own.
She feels a noise low in his chest, and then the human Doctor is shifting away, pulling his legs free as he moves to the other side of the mattress. The Time Lord grabs Rose by the biceps, shifting her into the space her Doctor has vacated in one fluid movement. She has a moment to snap her head to the side, shooting a grin to where the other Doctor lies sated, watching them from his side, head on a pillow, a loose smile playing on his lips.
Then the Time Lord is between her legs, pulling them apart so he can position himself. He glances to her face, and then lower. He nods, like he's a made a decision, and then shifts quickly further down the bed, "Just one," he says, and she can't respond because then his tongue is there, one long, slow lick, ending at her clit. "Well, two," she hears him mumble and he does it again, pausing this time to dip inside her before lapping up to her clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
When he moves back up, face looming over hers, his mouth is wet, teeth shining behind parted lips, and he makes a show of licking at all of it, before dragging the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Are you quite done?" The voice from the pillow beside hers is sleepy and amused.
"Hardly," the Doctor above her says, shifting and positioning himself with his hand.
He slides into her slowly and it's so, so different, and almost exactly the same. He makes a few long, slow strokes, dropping his head down to kiss her at the same pace, but he's a little too in control, and has been the whole night. She shifts her hands down to his arse, pulling him fully into her quickly and arching her hips up to meet his. She forces the pace, short, fast thrusts, and he loses hold of her mouth. She tilts her head, moving right for the spot on his neck that started all this, and sucks at the skin roughly before smoothing over it with her tongue.
She's suspended in the moment, the feel of one Doctor above her, the other to her side, pressed up against her arm, the smell of both of them, the tang of sweat on the Time Lord Doctor's skin, and she's just about to wonder if it's his when he hitches her leg, hooking his arm under her knee and driving deeper into her. It smothers every thought and he only has to do it a few more times. She can hear both of them, coaxing her, words of endearment and words of filth and I want you to come, let me see you come, and she does, gasping and arching up, limbs tightening around the Doctor as she hurries to repay the favor.
"Your turn, your turn," she's panting, "Go, oh, fuck, come," and he follows on, hips pressed tight to hers as he grunts the sound of his release into her neck.
He collapses onto her, and she takes the weight, limbs still curled around him to keep his body in place. The Doctor to her side moves closer, throwing a leg out to tangle with theirs as he slides his arm around the Time Lord's back.
Rose is overcome with feeling and the crash of adrenaline and she feels the sharp sting of tears suddenly, her body trying to find an outlet. She blinks them back, burying her face in the neck of the Doctor on top of her before gently shifting him off.
She lies, boneless and content, as the Doctors each take a turn in the restroom. When the second one returns, she slips off the bed and into the loo herself.
The sight that greets her is an unwelcome one, both Doctors dressed and sitting grimly on the foot of the bed.
"Time to go?" She asks, even though she knows the answer, can see it lurking in the mood of the room.
Both Doctors nod slowly, and she's struck with a silly impulse, darting back into the bathroom. She grabs a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste, rushing back out into the room and shoving them at the Time Lord.
"To remember us by," she says, and his responding smile is so sweet that she carves off an extra piece of her heart, and gives that to him, too.
Rose dresses slowly, stealing extra moments to look at both of them. Her Doctor is showing the Time Lord around their bedroom, knick-knacks and debris, she watches both of them linger on the small packet of birth control pills on her nightstand before moving on to the photos framed on the walls and dressers.
She remembers each one, wants to tell him thank you, that they're doing great, and see? This proves it. But she holds it back. They'd talked earlier, she doesn't want to make it harder, on any of them. Wants to let this exist like it was, like it is.
When she's finally ready, her Doctor leads them back through the house and out the back door to the yard. The rain has stopped, leaving behind mud and damp, and their feet squish as they walk to the TARDIS.
They stop in front of the doors, and Rose lays a hand there, saying a proper goodbye this time.
"You can come in," the Time Lord says. "If you want."
She shakes her head and watches the human Doctor do the same.
"Might never leave," she says.
"Would that be so --"
She cuts him off, "Don't. We can't."
They've stood themselves in a triangle, and the Time Lord steps back from it, moving to unlock the TARDIS. His feet squelch as he turns and Rose looks down to see his footprints, left behind in the mud. Her Doctor notices, too, and grabs the Time Lord's arm.
"Let me see the sonic," he says, and the other Doctor reaches into his jacket, pulling it out and handing it over, nodding like they're in agreement.
"Rose," her Doctor says, "Take a step back. Carefully." She does, and he does the same, fiddling with a setting on the screwdriver. He aims it toward the ground and Rose watches as the earth seems to crystallize, preserving their footprints, all turned toward each other.
She steps gently around it, stopping the Time Lord as he opens the TARDIS doors. Tugging him down by the lapels, she kisses him slowly, and when she pulls away, drops a quick kiss to that spot on his neck, too.
There's something in her that wants the words properly this time, but he looks so sad already, she doesn't want to pull at it, and she steps back again, letting him go.
The human Doctor moves in then, hand out to return the sonic. The other man waves him off, "Keep it," and her Doctor grins, delighted, shoving it in the back pocket of his jeans. He sobers then, cupping the Time Lord's jaw as he gets close to his face, "Tell her," he murmurs, and presses a quick kiss to the other's lips, before giving him a light swat at the back of the head. "Now, you dumbo."
The Time Lord nods, and turns back to her, "He's right, I should. And even if it's not my last chance to say it, even if I accidentally stumble back here three Tuesdays from now and I'm an entirely different man -- Rose Tyler, I love you."
Warmth envelops her chest, the feeling blooming out and flooding her veins as she grabs him into a hug, and mumbles against his neck, grin pressing into the skin, "Quite right, too." She pulls back, cupping his face, and echoes his words, "I love you."
He ducks down for one more kiss, and then he's stepping through the TARDIS doors. She gets a glimpse of the time rotor, the soft glow, and she's glad she saw it, glad to feel like he's got someone watching out for him.
With a soft wave, he shuts the doors, and she imagines the movements in her head, up the ramp, to the console, long fingers working, and right as she's paced it, the TARDIS vworps to life.
The remaining Doctor steps to her side, hand moving to grasp hers and parallel the memory.
As the ship fades from view this time, her eyes drop to the ground, just barely visible in the predawn light. She can see their footprints there, all three sets, and she shifts to stand back in hers as the Doctor takes his place. The other set looks lonely though, and the Doctor next to her notices, too. He darts away, back toward the house, and when he returns, he's clutching a banana ice lollie. Laying it across the empty prints, he smiles.
"He deserves it," the Doctor says, and Rose couldn't agree more.