The TARDIS whirred, blinking out of existence, leaving behind a square imprint and the crisp scent of flattened apple grass. The residents of New New York wouldn’t miss them, they would be busy cataloging the new spices, and figuring out how to handle the Sisters of Plenitude. It would be difficult, considering the nuns had just healed the Duke of Manhattan; Rose didn’t envy them and the next steps they would need to take.
“Whoa,” Rose said plopping down, stretching her legs across the gap, and resting her feet on the console. “If that wasn’t the oddest thing, then I don’t know what is.”
“Oh, the sisters are a bit of a shock at first, but I doubt we’ll run into them again, at least not for awhile.” The Doctor ducked left and right under Rose’s legs circling the controls and hitting, pulling, smashing, twisting, and squinting at the different screens. “Yes, I'd wager they’ll be locked up for a long time.”
A shiver ran up Rose’s limbs, as the Doctor’s tousled hair brushed the back of her legs in rhythmic succession. It wasn’t the short hair she had so often brushed with her fingertips, nose filled with the musky scent of leather, as she held onto her Doctor…this Doctor…THE Doctor. It was still strange adjusting to his new form, but as Lady Cassandra had so eloquently put, she thought this new one was foxy, and Rose couldn’t help but notice it now. He was wrapped up in his TARDIS, and this body had a boyish way about it that made the Doctor seem younger then his previous self.
“I wasn’t talking about the kitties,” Rose smirked, capturing the doctor between her knees as he attempted another duck under, “I meant having “the last pure human” swimming around inside my head, and treating me like a bleeding meat puppet!”
The Doctor rested his hands on Rose’s knees, taking a momentary break from his tinkering, and leaned back against the controls. “Oh that’s rich! How do you think I feel! I’ve had this body for all of a few days, and I’ve already had to share it!”
Rose stiffened, inadvertently squeezing the Doctor tighter between her calves, remembering the kiss she had shared with the Doctor…and Cassandra. When the Lady’s consciousness had taken over her body it felt like Rose was watching herself on TV. She could observe what was happening, but all of her other senses were turned off. She couldn’t smell, feel, or taste anything... but the Doctor. The minute their lips met, Rose had been able to gain a bit of control. The kiss didn't feel like she had imagined, but that was because she had been sharing the experience. Next time she wouldn’t be.
“Come now, Doctor, nothing like a good snog after almost dying.” Looking down Rose grabbed the Doctor’s hand. She interlaced their fingers and examined his soft pale skin “This hand still freaks me out, there isn’t a scar on it. Tell me Doctor do your fingerprints change? When you do?”
“Of course,” he took his other hand off her leg and examined it in the dim green light “I’m still trying to figure out what kind of man I am, Rose. I don’t give second chances, I’m rude, not ginger, and now I have this never ending craving to run. My memories are all here, but I’m still not sure how this body will react to things.”
He gave her hand a quick squeeze and began to pull away, but before he could completely disconnect their fingers, Rose tugged them towards her chest. The Doctor pitched forward, converse squeaking on the floor. His free hand shot out to brace himself on the chair’s headrest, and now their noses were almost touching. Rose noticed that his eyes had changed from blue to a warm brown similar to her own, and were looking into hers with an expression he had never allowed her to see before.
“Doctor,” she whispered, her breath tickling his lips, “How is your body reacting to this.”
In truth, Rose knew. She could feel it on the inside of her thigh. He’d been reacting to her since she had pinned him in place.
“My current impulse is to…run,”
Rose’s heart dropped, was this version of the Doctor going to keep her at arms length, just like the old one had?
“But as we established, I am also rude...” The Doctor pulled his hand from hers and cradled her face. “Very, very, rude…”
He pulled Rose up until she was sitting straight, her legs now straddling him as they dangled from the seat. He found a better footing and arched her neck up to meet his waiting lips. She had expected him to capture her parted mouth, but instead he kissed her jaw moving up its length to capture her earlobe.
“You know there is a planet in the Lotus Nebula,” he said, running his finger gently behind Rose’s ear, along her hairline, all while gently kissing her neck. “Where researchers have discovered over 8 places on the human body that cause a similar reaction to The Gräfenberg Spot.”
Rose barely had time to figure out what he was referring to before the Doctor seized her arm. He began drawing intricate patterns on the crease of sensitive skin that lies between the forearm and the bicep. With each circle and twist Rose’s breathes became shorter and faster, and waves of pleasure pulsed out from where his fingers worked. After, what seemed like hours, she could no longer resist the urge to lock her legs around him. His excitement was even more noticeable now that he was pinned to her, and finally claiming his mouth with hers, she gyrated slowly drawing a gasp from him. The Doctor wasn’t so easily distracted, however; and he continued his work until she began to shake and constrict securing him impossibly tighter between her legs.
He used this secure connection to lift her up and pin her between himself and the edge of the console. Then trailing his hands down her back, he let them rest on her hips. The Doctor smirked at her as she braced her arms behind her in anticipation.
“Number 8, check. Do you want to find out what 7 will do to you?” He laughed as she nodded with an expression glazing over in desire. “Alright, Rose Tyler. I’ll see what I can do…”
He pushed her up to get a better grip, and as he did her bum nudged the fourth lever in a line of six. The TARDIS tipped, tossing them both to the ground, and when the Doctor helped her up, without even taking his eyes away from the main screen, Rose could tell she had lost him.
“I’m guessing whatever is on there doesn’t have anything to do with number 7, does it?” Rose asked, hating the whining tone that had pushed through the statement.
“Sadly not, but it does in fact involve numbers…1, 9, 7, and 9!” He said beginning his tinkering once more. He reached around her to push a big orange button, and then started as if he hadn't even noticed she was there. “Why are you still standing there?! Go get changed we are heading to the year 1979!”
Rose didn’t dawdle, but stared at her arm in awe, as she headed for her room. It was clear now that she would never underestimate that body part again. Still, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh in frustration over being stopped when they were so very close… Her exasperation earned an echoed response from the control room.
“Do not fear, my Rose. We will pick this up again soon. After all, we have all the time in the universe.”
With the promise, that what had just happened wasn’t going to be a one-time opportunity, Rose begun to feel the excitement that came with each new adventure. The 70s was always an era she had connected with, who didn’t love a night at the disco?
She threw the contents of her pack across the floor, searching for the perfect polyester ensemble. However, with her limited selection she had to settle on a jean jumper with black leggings, boots, and a purple short-sleeved shirt underneath. It may not have been “hip to the jive,” but it was better then nothing, and she was hoping she wouldn’t be wearing it for very long anyway…
The Doctor's trousers had gone back to their normal size, but Rose thought nothing of it as she showed him her outfit twirling around and asking, “What do you think of this? Will it do?”
He glanced at her briefly and went back to fiddling with another part of the system, “For the late Nineteen Seventies you’d be better off in a bin bag. Hold on just a min…”
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