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A Most Ingenious Pair of Docs
Title: A Most Ingenious Pair of Docs
Rating: NC17 and then some
Media: Doctor Who (Post Doomsday)
Characters: Nine/Rose/Ten
Summary: It takes more than one Time Lord to pierce the void. Lucky for Rose, there are two who are willing to take the risk.
Spoilers: Doctor Who, New Seasons 1 & 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I hocked it all to buy christmas presents, including my hair and my watch. Stupid Magi.
Archive: At A Teaspoon and an Open Mind. If you want it, check with me first.
Finished: One more to go after this...
Sorry it took so long to update. Xmas family time really threw me completely out of smut-brain. Only one more part to go after this, where I will attempt to write pure Ten/Rose
Part 9/10
Her second Doctor was still sprawled on the bed, snuffling gently in his sleep, when they returned. She found it rather endearing, but her first Doctor just muttered something about weak character as he maneuvered past her and into the master bathroom.
She pulled off her rumpled clothes and climbed into the bed, crawling over her second Doctor’s slim form. Her breasts brushed against his chest and her thigh pressed gently between his legs, a bit of pressure and friction to wake him up. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his slightly parted ones. He began to stir, his lips tightening against hers and his hands coming up to rest lightly at her waist. She leaned more heavily into him and he raised his head to deepen the kiss. She caught his tongue with her lips, sucking its length as she pulled away from the kiss. His head fell back to the bed and he looked at her with dazed brown eyes. His hair had flopped over his brow and she brushed it away with a soft smile.
“Hey,” she murmured.
“Hello,” he replied, searching her eyes, “you all right?”
“Yeah,” she smiled, “better than, really. I’m great. Brilliant. Fantastic.” She couldn’t stop grinning. He still looked concerned.
“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about…that is, I didn’t know if bringing him…but it was the only way. You know that, right Rose?”
“I’m glad you did,” he looked away at her words, guilt flashing across his features. She turned his face gently back towards her, “Hey, Doctor. It’s all right. We…” she hesitated, unwilling to go too deeply into what they’d been up to the past few hours, “we talked. I know. About him…you forgetting.”
“And you’re all right with that?”
“No. But that’s between you and you, and both of you are all right with it. More or less. Too late to change it now, anyways.”
“Rose,” his hands came up to pull at his hair, but were stymied by her own hands, which were soothing it back. He settled for clutching her shoulders, “I tried. I tried everything. Reversing the polarity of the neutron flow, penetrating N-space, reconstructing Z-space. Really, went through a whole alphabet of spaces for a while there. I even tried forgetting you,” he grinned at her raised eyebrow, his distress fading as quickly as it came. Moods as changeable as the weather, this Doctor. She started to become distracted by his lips, paying more attention to the shape of the words than the content. She began considering the muzzling potential of kissing him. It had worked when her first Doctor had tried it.
“Mind you,” he was continuing, “it didn’t work, forgetting you. I was rubbish at it. Kept mooning about acting like a complete plonker. Almost missed a rogue Chelonian clutch hatching on Argolis because something I saw reminded me of you. Would have destroyed the planet and everyone on it, not to mention putting a damper on tourism in that sector. I kept thinking of you at the oddest moments, doing things that I knew would remind me of you. I even went drinking with your mate Shireen. Lovely girl. Shame about the glass eye.”
“The what?” Rose blinked as the Doctor’s lips stretched into a grin.
“Just making sure you’re still with me.”
“Oh, I’m with you,” she pressed into him, feeling him grow harder against her, “you were saying something about trying to forget me. Not exactly the kind of thing a girl likes to hear.”
“I was saying that I couldn’t forget you,” his hands slid down to her bum to press her more firmly against him, “Which, I’ve been led to believe, is exactly the kind of thing a girl wants to hear.”
“Should have had one of your future selves help you out with that,” she responded, a bit too sharply. His smile dimmed slightly and he was serious again.
“None of them ever showed. Guess they knew something I didn’t.”
“Guess so,” she bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to make him feel more guilty about the situation. As much as it seemed like her Doctors were two different men, she knew that it was – had been – his choice. Forget her then so he could be with her now. She scrambled for some other topic that would be less fraught, “will you let me say goodbye this time?”
“Goodbye?” if anything, he seemed more distressed by her request, “you’re not coming? I thought that you…that is…” He swallowed, and his hands on her hips loosened, “I guess, if that’s what you want, that this is goodbye.”
“Not to you, you git,” she shook her head. For a genius he could be really dense sometimes, “To my Mum and Dad. Mickey and Jake. My little brother. You know…domestics.”
Comprehension dawned in his eyes, along with a healthy load of relief, “Oh! Oh, oh, yes. Yes. I mean,” she was amused to see him scrambling to regain some of his cool, “I suppose. If you must. I don’t have to come with, do I?”
“Yes, you do. In fact, just for that, I should make you take them back with us.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking,” she relented when he started to look nervous, “Don’t worry. I won’t. They’re happy here. They won’t like it, especially Mum and Mickey, but Mum’s been expecting this since you said goodbye on the beach. She always knew you’d figure out a way back to me. Although she worried you might destroy the universe in the process.”
“Well, I suppose that’s it. There’s the proof. It’s the end of the world. Jackie Tyler proves she’s smarter than any of us—Ouch!” he yelped as she yanked on his hair.
“Be nice, or I’ll think you’ve been hanging about with him too much,” she warned with a nod towards the bathroom. As if in response, her first Doctor’s head poked around the corner.
“Oi, you two. You coming? The water’s going to get cold,” he disappeared back into the bathroom and Rose looked down again at the Doctor beneath her.
“We were thinking we might all take a shower. Get cleaned up and…well…whatever else.”
He searched her eyes, “You want some time alone with him? I could, I dunno…make tea or something.”
She smiled, knowing how much he didn’t want to make that offer and grateful that she no longer felt the need to accept it, “Naw. It’s all right. Better with three.” She rose, pulling him from the bed with her. His own smile was just a tad rueful.
“I’m going to have the devil of a time pleasing you once he’s gone, aren’t I?”
“Well,” she pretended to consider as she led him to the bathroom, “we could always look up Captain Jack.”
She turned her back on his expression of surprise as she entered the bathroom. This room was the reason she’d leased the rather dearly-priced flat. Whoever the contractor was, they’d had a decadent streak that was expressed through a roomy bathtub and an enormous tiled shower. Rose had been so spoiled by the extravagant bathing options provided by the TARDIS that upon seeing the bathroom she’d signed the lease on the spot.
She was thinking how pleased she was that she’d had the foresight to do so as she and her second Doctor joined her first Doctor in the shower. The steamy water hit her with pleasant sharpness and she sighed. Despite the many pleasures of the evening – and also because of them, she supposed – she was beginning to feel rather disgusting. When cool flesh pressed against her on either side, she just leaned into her Doctors, closing her eyes and letting the water sluice over all of them.
They stood under the pulsing jets for several minutes, letting the water wash away the events of the evening and pound any soreness and aches that had developed. Hands slid along slick skin and lips sucked away beading water, but it was soothing and exploratory rather than overtly carnal.
“Turn around,” her second Doctor ordered. She shifted obediently and her first Doctor gently pushed her back into the stream of water, only lightly bussing the lips she’d raised to be kissed. Her hair was quickly saturated. She heard her second Doctor rummaging through the bottles on the ledge, muttering to himself.
“Will you stop tasting them and just pick one?” came the impatiently amused voice of her first Doctor. She noticed that he now seemed far less sharp and far more resigned towards his future self.
“Here. This one,” the heady scents of jasmine and vanilla filled the shower, and she was pulled back from the spray and turned around again. Hands – her first Doctor’s by the feel of them – began to massage her scalp into a scented lather. She groaned in approval and tilted her head back to give him better access.
It had been ages since someone else had washed her hair. Her Mum used to do it all the time as practice, nails scrubbing deep into her scalp. It had been a comfort thing for her, growing up. Now, as her first Doctor’s fingers massaged the gel into her scalp, she realized that having someone wash your hair could be decidedly discomforting, in the best sense of the term. Despite the fact that she should now feel as wrung out as a limp noodle, given her adventures of the evening, little tendrils of pleasure were beginning to wend their way through her. She pressed back into him, rolling her bum against his softened flesh, and felt him begin to harden in response.
“Stop that,” he chuckled with a gentle yank on her hair.
She was about to respond when the scent of ginger filled the shower. Moments later the skin of her belly was being gently abraded as her second Doctor worked the ginger-scented bath gel into a lather with her mesh sponge. He worked his way up her chest and down her arms, then back to her chest, circling each breast. Her breath caught as he ran the sponge across her nipples, working it lightly back and forth. Her teeth worried her bottom lip as the little tendrils of pleasure became stronger and more insistent.
She was turned around again by her first Doctor, who guided her hair under the stream and began rinsing out the shampoo. Her second Doctor pressed up against her back, bringing his arms and the lathered sponge around her to scour ginger-scented circles lower and lower along her chest, down past her abdomen. She leaned her head back against his shoulder as he abandoned the sponge and slid soapy fingers into her curls, teasing against her clit. He was licking water in a trail along her newly rinsed shoulder. Her first Doctor pulled them both closer, away from the stream. He kissed her more lingeringly this time before breaking away to press his lips along her cheekbone. His breath tickled at her ear.
“What do you want, Rose?” he whispered, as her second Doctor increased the pressure on her clit. Her hips jerked forward and her mouth opened in a silent “O”.
“C…conditioner,” she managed to gasp. Both Doctors stilled, and she could sense their dual confusion.
“Uh…” said her second Doctor.
“What?” asked her first Doctor.
She opened her eyes then, glancing wryly between them. Her teeth caught her tongue at the looks on their faces. She’d obviously introduced a territory of esoteric cosmetology that was beyond either of their experience. Her smile grew. Jack would have understood.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” she assured, “This is hotter than anything, and I plan on shagging you both rotten. But none of us wants to deal with my hair if it dries without conditioner. So, yeah. I may want a lot of things once we’re out of this shower, but right now the water’s getting cold and I want conditioner.”
It was beyond hilarious how quickly they abandoned her to enjoy the shower’s splendour in solitude. It was almost as if she’d uttered the word ‘mortgage’. Continuing to smile to herself, she made quick work of applying the cream to her hair and working out the tangles that had accumulated through the evening. By the time she’d rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, the Doctors had vacated the bathroom. She dried off and patted down her hair, eliminating the rest of the tangles with a wide-toothed comb. Flicking off the lights, she quietly opened the bathroom door and padded a few steps into the bedroom.
It took her eyes a moment to adjust. The moon was near-full, and the pale light from the windows fell across the bed. She held very still, not wanting to disrupt the men on the bed.
Her Doctors had obviously decided to use her absence as an opportunity to continue their explorations from earlier in the evening. Her first Doctor was straddling her second Doctor, who was lying half-on the bed as if he’d been ambushed but hadn’t put up too much of a struggle. They were kissing – long, slow, languorous kisses rather than the combatative ones of earlier. Her first Doctor’s hands were tangled in his future self’s damp hair, a temptation she readily understood. There was just something so tactile about it. It begged for fingers to toy with it. As she watched, her second Doctor raised his head and his lips began to move along the other man’s neck and shoulders, as if exploring the taste of his previous self. Her eyes drifted down the entwined forms, both lean, both pale, both with long, toned legs. Runners, no matter which regeneration. Her soft chuckle was loud in the silence. Her first Doctor’s eyes snapped open and met hers.
“This isn’t a show,” he said. His voice was rough and distracted.
“Unless you want it to be,” chimed in her second Doctor, propping himself up on his elbows and shooting her a roguish grin.
“And if I did?” she asked, curious to see how far they were willing to take this. Now that she’d been sated – multiple times – she wasn’t in as much a rush to curtail their fun. After all, as much as she was enjoying the novelty of being with them both at the same time, it had to be an equally unusual experience for the Doctor. Far be it from her to deprive him of experiencing it to its full potential.
The men exchanged a quick look, which made her wonder how thoroughly they understood one another. It was her second Doctor who answered, the roguish grin slipping from his face, “We’d rather have you with us.”
She knew then what had passed unspoken between them. Time was short. In a perfect world, a world where they had the luxury of time, her Doctors might be interested in exploring each other, might be willing to perform for her, but not now, not with dawn fast approaching. There wasn’t enough time. She doubted the irony was lost on any of them.
Nodding, she climbed onto the bed, leaning into her first Doctor’s back as she straddled her second Doctor’s thighs, “Go back to what you were doing,” she instructed.
He complied and she satisfied herself with watching the two men kiss, their hands stroking each other’s skin and kneading each other’s flesh. She pressed into her first Doctor’s back, reaching around his waist to feather her fingers against their dual erections. They groaned in tandem, and then her first Doctor was rolling to one side and she was being hauled up against her second Doctor’s chest. He kissed her thoroughly, tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She devoured him with equal fervour, pressing against the length of his cock and sliding her wet slit along him to moisten and tease.
Her first Doctor was moving to kneel behind her, but she reached back to nudge his thigh and briefly pulled away from the kiss.
“Nightstand,” she gasped, “bottom drawer.”
“What’s in there?” he asked, already leaning over to open the drawer.
“Entertainment centre,” she managed to reply. She heard his ‘ah’ and chuckle of comprehension before her attention was entirely diverted.
Her second Doctor’s hands gripped her hips firmly to stop her from sliding along his length. The head of his cock nudged the lips of her cunt and with a deep shudder she realized that this was it. Amid all the surprises and reunions and saucy sexual escapades, this was the moment of homecoming. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down into his warm brown eyes. His hair was a mess, his brows were slightly raised and his lips slightly parted, giving him a vaguely gobsmacked look. She smiled.
“Hello Doctor,” she whispered.
“Hello Rose,” he replied.
Then he was sliding into her, oh so very slowly. He continued to hold her gaze as she seated fully against him. Her throat worked and her muscles clenched involuntarily around him, which caused his eyes to slide shut with a groan. Leaning forward onto him, she rested her forehead against his and their shuddering breaths intermingled. He began to shift, sliding out of her as slowly as he’d entered, letting her feel every inch of him. She hovered over the head of his cock, playing at it with the lips of her cunt, before sliding back down again. They settled into a game of long, slow strokes, revelling in the feel of each other. They began to kiss with equally deep, languid sweeps of tongues.
When Rose felt cool, slick hands at her bum, she barely faltered, only pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath. With his mouth free to roam, her second Doctor began exploring her neck and shoulders. Her first Doctor knelt behind her, thickly lubricated fingers sliding between her cheeks and delicately plying around the rim of her anus. He leaned forward, his chest cool along her spine.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked. She gulped and nodded, not confident that she could form a coherent reply. One slick digit pushed carefully into her just as her second Doctor’s lips caught her nipple, and she pressed back involuntarily at the overload of new sensation. A hand caught her shoulder, forcing her back to arch so that her first Doctor could ready her with his fingers while her second Doctor slid into her and suckled her breasts. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. She whimpered a begging plea for more, and felt a second finger join the first.
Her head sagged forward as she gave herself over to sensation. Her second Doctor released her nipple and caught her lips in another kiss, pushing her hair back with one hand as he guided her hips with the other. He had angled her so that the head of his cock rubbed against some part of her that was sending jolts of pleasure all through her abdomen and up her spine. Her first Doctor’s fingers seemed to be stroking that same spot from the other side, and she had to keep breaking their rhythm in order not to spiral out of control. Then he withdrew his fingers, and something larger was pressing against her.
“Ready?”
“Oh, god yes,” she groaned. He shifted and began slowly sliding into her, his cock made slick by the lubricant he’d found in her nightstand. She felt so tight around him, around them both. She concentrated on relaxing her muscles even though all she wanted to do was violently contract around both of them, letting him gently slide into her until both Doctors were fully sheathed. She was surprised when her second Doctor moaned beneath her.
“You can feel that?” she asked him.
“Of course…I can…the vaginal wall…is a very thin…membrane…really…protecting a large…cluster of nerves—”
“What does it feel like?” she asked, half curious, half wanting to forestall an anatomy lecture during intercourse, and totally turned on by the thought of them feeling each other inside her. He just grinned and slid out of her. When he slid back in, her first Doctor slid out, and all three of them gasped at the internal pressure and friction.
It was a complicated rhythm they set. At first Rose tried to help out, but they held her hips still and she eventually conceded that whether it was because they were Time Lords, or the same person, or both, they were much better at managing it than she. She sank into a sea of feeling, their cocks moving in an out of her, hands and lips roaming her body. The earthy sounds of sex filled the room, the slide of flesh against flesh, the low moans and harsh breathing. The heavy scents of jasmine, vanilla and ginger mingled with the smell of sex. The pace increased gradually and she began to pant his name, encouraging him…them…him to fuck her harder, faster. She could hear him muttering his own encouragement, and she stopped trying to distinguish which him it was.
She held out the build-up to her climax for as long as she could, hoping to take them with her, but eventually the sharp, bright tension broke and her orgasm ripped through her, a series of rocking spasms that left her bucking against them, riding the pleasure out. They lost all rhythm, pumping into her, clutching at her hips and biting her flesh. She cried out again as they came, their orgasms sending her into another round of shuddering pleasure.
After and eternity of slowly diminishing flutters, she collapsed on top of her second Doctor, enjoying the pleasant weight of her first Doctor collapsed on top of her. She basked in the rosy glow of perfect satisfaction for several minutes until she realized that the Doctor underneath her wasn’t breathing. She nudged the Doctor on top of her over to one side, and slid off her second Doctor to lie between them. He drew in a deep breath with a slight gasp.
“Hey, you all right?” Rose asked, slightly worried.
“Oh, fine. Respiratory bypass. Has to be good for something besides evading the poison gasses of the swamps of Granillius Seven, right?”
Rose just shook her head and snuggled between her two Doctors, who were contentedly slinging arms around her and entangling legs with hers. Each of her hands was firmly grasped in one of theirs. It was such a sweet aftermath, given the kinkiness of their evening. Her contented smile turned into a smirk as a thought struck her.
“What’s that look for?” Her second Doctor asked with drowsy suspicion.
“Oh…just thinking,” she chuckled, “I would say that you’ve just earned every smack my Mum’s ever given you.”
Her first Doctor lifted up, and both she and her second Doctor laughed at the look of comic horror on his features.
“You mean, she’s slapped us more than once?!”
Rating: NC17 and then some
Media: Doctor Who (Post Doomsday)
Characters: Nine/Rose/Ten
Summary: It takes more than one Time Lord to pierce the void. Lucky for Rose, there are two who are willing to take the risk.
Spoilers: Doctor Who, New Seasons 1 & 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I hocked it all to buy christmas presents, including my hair and my watch. Stupid Magi.
Archive: At A Teaspoon and an Open Mind. If you want it, check with me first.
Finished: One more to go after this...
Sorry it took so long to update. Xmas family time really threw me completely out of smut-brain. Only one more part to go after this, where I will attempt to write pure Ten/Rose
Part 9/10
Her second Doctor was still sprawled on the bed, snuffling gently in his sleep, when they returned. She found it rather endearing, but her first Doctor just muttered something about weak character as he maneuvered past her and into the master bathroom.
She pulled off her rumpled clothes and climbed into the bed, crawling over her second Doctor’s slim form. Her breasts brushed against his chest and her thigh pressed gently between his legs, a bit of pressure and friction to wake him up. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his slightly parted ones. He began to stir, his lips tightening against hers and his hands coming up to rest lightly at her waist. She leaned more heavily into him and he raised his head to deepen the kiss. She caught his tongue with her lips, sucking its length as she pulled away from the kiss. His head fell back to the bed and he looked at her with dazed brown eyes. His hair had flopped over his brow and she brushed it away with a soft smile.
“Hey,” she murmured.
“Hello,” he replied, searching her eyes, “you all right?”
“Yeah,” she smiled, “better than, really. I’m great. Brilliant. Fantastic.” She couldn’t stop grinning. He still looked concerned.
“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about…that is, I didn’t know if bringing him…but it was the only way. You know that, right Rose?”
“I’m glad you did,” he looked away at her words, guilt flashing across his features. She turned his face gently back towards her, “Hey, Doctor. It’s all right. We…” she hesitated, unwilling to go too deeply into what they’d been up to the past few hours, “we talked. I know. About him…you forgetting.”
“And you’re all right with that?”
“No. But that’s between you and you, and both of you are all right with it. More or less. Too late to change it now, anyways.”
“Rose,” his hands came up to pull at his hair, but were stymied by her own hands, which were soothing it back. He settled for clutching her shoulders, “I tried. I tried everything. Reversing the polarity of the neutron flow, penetrating N-space, reconstructing Z-space. Really, went through a whole alphabet of spaces for a while there. I even tried forgetting you,” he grinned at her raised eyebrow, his distress fading as quickly as it came. Moods as changeable as the weather, this Doctor. She started to become distracted by his lips, paying more attention to the shape of the words than the content. She began considering the muzzling potential of kissing him. It had worked when her first Doctor had tried it.
“Mind you,” he was continuing, “it didn’t work, forgetting you. I was rubbish at it. Kept mooning about acting like a complete plonker. Almost missed a rogue Chelonian clutch hatching on Argolis because something I saw reminded me of you. Would have destroyed the planet and everyone on it, not to mention putting a damper on tourism in that sector. I kept thinking of you at the oddest moments, doing things that I knew would remind me of you. I even went drinking with your mate Shireen. Lovely girl. Shame about the glass eye.”
“The what?” Rose blinked as the Doctor’s lips stretched into a grin.
“Just making sure you’re still with me.”
“Oh, I’m with you,” she pressed into him, feeling him grow harder against her, “you were saying something about trying to forget me. Not exactly the kind of thing a girl likes to hear.”
“I was saying that I couldn’t forget you,” his hands slid down to her bum to press her more firmly against him, “Which, I’ve been led to believe, is exactly the kind of thing a girl wants to hear.”
“Should have had one of your future selves help you out with that,” she responded, a bit too sharply. His smile dimmed slightly and he was serious again.
“None of them ever showed. Guess they knew something I didn’t.”
“Guess so,” she bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to make him feel more guilty about the situation. As much as it seemed like her Doctors were two different men, she knew that it was – had been – his choice. Forget her then so he could be with her now. She scrambled for some other topic that would be less fraught, “will you let me say goodbye this time?”
“Goodbye?” if anything, he seemed more distressed by her request, “you’re not coming? I thought that you…that is…” He swallowed, and his hands on her hips loosened, “I guess, if that’s what you want, that this is goodbye.”
“Not to you, you git,” she shook her head. For a genius he could be really dense sometimes, “To my Mum and Dad. Mickey and Jake. My little brother. You know…domestics.”
Comprehension dawned in his eyes, along with a healthy load of relief, “Oh! Oh, oh, yes. Yes. I mean,” she was amused to see him scrambling to regain some of his cool, “I suppose. If you must. I don’t have to come with, do I?”
“Yes, you do. In fact, just for that, I should make you take them back with us.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking,” she relented when he started to look nervous, “Don’t worry. I won’t. They’re happy here. They won’t like it, especially Mum and Mickey, but Mum’s been expecting this since you said goodbye on the beach. She always knew you’d figure out a way back to me. Although she worried you might destroy the universe in the process.”
“Well, I suppose that’s it. There’s the proof. It’s the end of the world. Jackie Tyler proves she’s smarter than any of us—Ouch!” he yelped as she yanked on his hair.
“Be nice, or I’ll think you’ve been hanging about with him too much,” she warned with a nod towards the bathroom. As if in response, her first Doctor’s head poked around the corner.
“Oi, you two. You coming? The water’s going to get cold,” he disappeared back into the bathroom and Rose looked down again at the Doctor beneath her.
“We were thinking we might all take a shower. Get cleaned up and…well…whatever else.”
He searched her eyes, “You want some time alone with him? I could, I dunno…make tea or something.”
She smiled, knowing how much he didn’t want to make that offer and grateful that she no longer felt the need to accept it, “Naw. It’s all right. Better with three.” She rose, pulling him from the bed with her. His own smile was just a tad rueful.
“I’m going to have the devil of a time pleasing you once he’s gone, aren’t I?”
“Well,” she pretended to consider as she led him to the bathroom, “we could always look up Captain Jack.”
She turned her back on his expression of surprise as she entered the bathroom. This room was the reason she’d leased the rather dearly-priced flat. Whoever the contractor was, they’d had a decadent streak that was expressed through a roomy bathtub and an enormous tiled shower. Rose had been so spoiled by the extravagant bathing options provided by the TARDIS that upon seeing the bathroom she’d signed the lease on the spot.
She was thinking how pleased she was that she’d had the foresight to do so as she and her second Doctor joined her first Doctor in the shower. The steamy water hit her with pleasant sharpness and she sighed. Despite the many pleasures of the evening – and also because of them, she supposed – she was beginning to feel rather disgusting. When cool flesh pressed against her on either side, she just leaned into her Doctors, closing her eyes and letting the water sluice over all of them.
They stood under the pulsing jets for several minutes, letting the water wash away the events of the evening and pound any soreness and aches that had developed. Hands slid along slick skin and lips sucked away beading water, but it was soothing and exploratory rather than overtly carnal.
“Turn around,” her second Doctor ordered. She shifted obediently and her first Doctor gently pushed her back into the stream of water, only lightly bussing the lips she’d raised to be kissed. Her hair was quickly saturated. She heard her second Doctor rummaging through the bottles on the ledge, muttering to himself.
“Will you stop tasting them and just pick one?” came the impatiently amused voice of her first Doctor. She noticed that he now seemed far less sharp and far more resigned towards his future self.
“Here. This one,” the heady scents of jasmine and vanilla filled the shower, and she was pulled back from the spray and turned around again. Hands – her first Doctor’s by the feel of them – began to massage her scalp into a scented lather. She groaned in approval and tilted her head back to give him better access.
It had been ages since someone else had washed her hair. Her Mum used to do it all the time as practice, nails scrubbing deep into her scalp. It had been a comfort thing for her, growing up. Now, as her first Doctor’s fingers massaged the gel into her scalp, she realized that having someone wash your hair could be decidedly discomforting, in the best sense of the term. Despite the fact that she should now feel as wrung out as a limp noodle, given her adventures of the evening, little tendrils of pleasure were beginning to wend their way through her. She pressed back into him, rolling her bum against his softened flesh, and felt him begin to harden in response.
“Stop that,” he chuckled with a gentle yank on her hair.
She was about to respond when the scent of ginger filled the shower. Moments later the skin of her belly was being gently abraded as her second Doctor worked the ginger-scented bath gel into a lather with her mesh sponge. He worked his way up her chest and down her arms, then back to her chest, circling each breast. Her breath caught as he ran the sponge across her nipples, working it lightly back and forth. Her teeth worried her bottom lip as the little tendrils of pleasure became stronger and more insistent.
She was turned around again by her first Doctor, who guided her hair under the stream and began rinsing out the shampoo. Her second Doctor pressed up against her back, bringing his arms and the lathered sponge around her to scour ginger-scented circles lower and lower along her chest, down past her abdomen. She leaned her head back against his shoulder as he abandoned the sponge and slid soapy fingers into her curls, teasing against her clit. He was licking water in a trail along her newly rinsed shoulder. Her first Doctor pulled them both closer, away from the stream. He kissed her more lingeringly this time before breaking away to press his lips along her cheekbone. His breath tickled at her ear.
“What do you want, Rose?” he whispered, as her second Doctor increased the pressure on her clit. Her hips jerked forward and her mouth opened in a silent “O”.
“C…conditioner,” she managed to gasp. Both Doctors stilled, and she could sense their dual confusion.
“Uh…” said her second Doctor.
“What?” asked her first Doctor.
She opened her eyes then, glancing wryly between them. Her teeth caught her tongue at the looks on their faces. She’d obviously introduced a territory of esoteric cosmetology that was beyond either of their experience. Her smile grew. Jack would have understood.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” she assured, “This is hotter than anything, and I plan on shagging you both rotten. But none of us wants to deal with my hair if it dries without conditioner. So, yeah. I may want a lot of things once we’re out of this shower, but right now the water’s getting cold and I want conditioner.”
It was beyond hilarious how quickly they abandoned her to enjoy the shower’s splendour in solitude. It was almost as if she’d uttered the word ‘mortgage’. Continuing to smile to herself, she made quick work of applying the cream to her hair and working out the tangles that had accumulated through the evening. By the time she’d rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, the Doctors had vacated the bathroom. She dried off and patted down her hair, eliminating the rest of the tangles with a wide-toothed comb. Flicking off the lights, she quietly opened the bathroom door and padded a few steps into the bedroom.
It took her eyes a moment to adjust. The moon was near-full, and the pale light from the windows fell across the bed. She held very still, not wanting to disrupt the men on the bed.
Her Doctors had obviously decided to use her absence as an opportunity to continue their explorations from earlier in the evening. Her first Doctor was straddling her second Doctor, who was lying half-on the bed as if he’d been ambushed but hadn’t put up too much of a struggle. They were kissing – long, slow, languorous kisses rather than the combatative ones of earlier. Her first Doctor’s hands were tangled in his future self’s damp hair, a temptation she readily understood. There was just something so tactile about it. It begged for fingers to toy with it. As she watched, her second Doctor raised his head and his lips began to move along the other man’s neck and shoulders, as if exploring the taste of his previous self. Her eyes drifted down the entwined forms, both lean, both pale, both with long, toned legs. Runners, no matter which regeneration. Her soft chuckle was loud in the silence. Her first Doctor’s eyes snapped open and met hers.
“This isn’t a show,” he said. His voice was rough and distracted.
“Unless you want it to be,” chimed in her second Doctor, propping himself up on his elbows and shooting her a roguish grin.
“And if I did?” she asked, curious to see how far they were willing to take this. Now that she’d been sated – multiple times – she wasn’t in as much a rush to curtail their fun. After all, as much as she was enjoying the novelty of being with them both at the same time, it had to be an equally unusual experience for the Doctor. Far be it from her to deprive him of experiencing it to its full potential.
The men exchanged a quick look, which made her wonder how thoroughly they understood one another. It was her second Doctor who answered, the roguish grin slipping from his face, “We’d rather have you with us.”
She knew then what had passed unspoken between them. Time was short. In a perfect world, a world where they had the luxury of time, her Doctors might be interested in exploring each other, might be willing to perform for her, but not now, not with dawn fast approaching. There wasn’t enough time. She doubted the irony was lost on any of them.
Nodding, she climbed onto the bed, leaning into her first Doctor’s back as she straddled her second Doctor’s thighs, “Go back to what you were doing,” she instructed.
He complied and she satisfied herself with watching the two men kiss, their hands stroking each other’s skin and kneading each other’s flesh. She pressed into her first Doctor’s back, reaching around his waist to feather her fingers against their dual erections. They groaned in tandem, and then her first Doctor was rolling to one side and she was being hauled up against her second Doctor’s chest. He kissed her thoroughly, tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She devoured him with equal fervour, pressing against the length of his cock and sliding her wet slit along him to moisten and tease.
Her first Doctor was moving to kneel behind her, but she reached back to nudge his thigh and briefly pulled away from the kiss.
“Nightstand,” she gasped, “bottom drawer.”
“What’s in there?” he asked, already leaning over to open the drawer.
“Entertainment centre,” she managed to reply. She heard his ‘ah’ and chuckle of comprehension before her attention was entirely diverted.
Her second Doctor’s hands gripped her hips firmly to stop her from sliding along his length. The head of his cock nudged the lips of her cunt and with a deep shudder she realized that this was it. Amid all the surprises and reunions and saucy sexual escapades, this was the moment of homecoming. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down into his warm brown eyes. His hair was a mess, his brows were slightly raised and his lips slightly parted, giving him a vaguely gobsmacked look. She smiled.
“Hello Doctor,” she whispered.
“Hello Rose,” he replied.
Then he was sliding into her, oh so very slowly. He continued to hold her gaze as she seated fully against him. Her throat worked and her muscles clenched involuntarily around him, which caused his eyes to slide shut with a groan. Leaning forward onto him, she rested her forehead against his and their shuddering breaths intermingled. He began to shift, sliding out of her as slowly as he’d entered, letting her feel every inch of him. She hovered over the head of his cock, playing at it with the lips of her cunt, before sliding back down again. They settled into a game of long, slow strokes, revelling in the feel of each other. They began to kiss with equally deep, languid sweeps of tongues.
When Rose felt cool, slick hands at her bum, she barely faltered, only pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath. With his mouth free to roam, her second Doctor began exploring her neck and shoulders. Her first Doctor knelt behind her, thickly lubricated fingers sliding between her cheeks and delicately plying around the rim of her anus. He leaned forward, his chest cool along her spine.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked. She gulped and nodded, not confident that she could form a coherent reply. One slick digit pushed carefully into her just as her second Doctor’s lips caught her nipple, and she pressed back involuntarily at the overload of new sensation. A hand caught her shoulder, forcing her back to arch so that her first Doctor could ready her with his fingers while her second Doctor slid into her and suckled her breasts. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. She whimpered a begging plea for more, and felt a second finger join the first.
Her head sagged forward as she gave herself over to sensation. Her second Doctor released her nipple and caught her lips in another kiss, pushing her hair back with one hand as he guided her hips with the other. He had angled her so that the head of his cock rubbed against some part of her that was sending jolts of pleasure all through her abdomen and up her spine. Her first Doctor’s fingers seemed to be stroking that same spot from the other side, and she had to keep breaking their rhythm in order not to spiral out of control. Then he withdrew his fingers, and something larger was pressing against her.
“Ready?”
“Oh, god yes,” she groaned. He shifted and began slowly sliding into her, his cock made slick by the lubricant he’d found in her nightstand. She felt so tight around him, around them both. She concentrated on relaxing her muscles even though all she wanted to do was violently contract around both of them, letting him gently slide into her until both Doctors were fully sheathed. She was surprised when her second Doctor moaned beneath her.
“You can feel that?” she asked him.
“Of course…I can…the vaginal wall…is a very thin…membrane…really…protecting a large…cluster of nerves—”
“What does it feel like?” she asked, half curious, half wanting to forestall an anatomy lecture during intercourse, and totally turned on by the thought of them feeling each other inside her. He just grinned and slid out of her. When he slid back in, her first Doctor slid out, and all three of them gasped at the internal pressure and friction.
It was a complicated rhythm they set. At first Rose tried to help out, but they held her hips still and she eventually conceded that whether it was because they were Time Lords, or the same person, or both, they were much better at managing it than she. She sank into a sea of feeling, their cocks moving in an out of her, hands and lips roaming her body. The earthy sounds of sex filled the room, the slide of flesh against flesh, the low moans and harsh breathing. The heavy scents of jasmine, vanilla and ginger mingled with the smell of sex. The pace increased gradually and she began to pant his name, encouraging him…them…him to fuck her harder, faster. She could hear him muttering his own encouragement, and she stopped trying to distinguish which him it was.
She held out the build-up to her climax for as long as she could, hoping to take them with her, but eventually the sharp, bright tension broke and her orgasm ripped through her, a series of rocking spasms that left her bucking against them, riding the pleasure out. They lost all rhythm, pumping into her, clutching at her hips and biting her flesh. She cried out again as they came, their orgasms sending her into another round of shuddering pleasure.
After and eternity of slowly diminishing flutters, she collapsed on top of her second Doctor, enjoying the pleasant weight of her first Doctor collapsed on top of her. She basked in the rosy glow of perfect satisfaction for several minutes until she realized that the Doctor underneath her wasn’t breathing. She nudged the Doctor on top of her over to one side, and slid off her second Doctor to lie between them. He drew in a deep breath with a slight gasp.
“Hey, you all right?” Rose asked, slightly worried.
“Oh, fine. Respiratory bypass. Has to be good for something besides evading the poison gasses of the swamps of Granillius Seven, right?”
Rose just shook her head and snuggled between her two Doctors, who were contentedly slinging arms around her and entangling legs with hers. Each of her hands was firmly grasped in one of theirs. It was such a sweet aftermath, given the kinkiness of their evening. Her contented smile turned into a smirk as a thought struck her.
“What’s that look for?” Her second Doctor asked with drowsy suspicion.
“Oh…just thinking,” she chuckled, “I would say that you’ve just earned every smack my Mum’s ever given you.”
Her first Doctor lifted up, and both she and her second Doctor laughed at the look of comic horror on his features.
“You mean, she’s slapped us more than once?!”
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This was absolutely marvelous, and I tend to be more of a fluff-not-smut person.
<3
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This pairing is shaping up to be just as appealing as Doc/Rose/Jack. I'd love to see more! And maybe a battle of the OT3s. Or a collaboration of both, thus making it OT4...I think my inner smut fiend has just fainted!
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Glad to fry the synapses of your inner smut fiend! I have to say, up til now I've been a fan of OT3, but the idea of a battle of sex and an OT4...I don't know if either Rose or myself could handle it...
But damn, it'd be fun to try!
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This chapter, too - I loved the image of Nine and Ten kissing and fondling each other, and I just bet Rose would've loved to see them do more :) Besides that, Ten's need to get Rose back with him, his fear when he thinks for a minute that she's not coming and their conversation about the forgetting were very well done.
I want more. And I want Nine ;)
Oh, and about going to get Captain Jack? Excellent idea! *grin*
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One more to go, and possibly a Captain Jack epilogue once I see Torchwood!
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Even the anal sex, which always carries overtones of "dirty", "wrong". Of course she'd want to have them both at once. You've done an amazing job of effortlessly making your reader realize that.
Thanks for writing this. Can't wait to see where it goes.
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