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Drops of Jupiter
Chapter One
Rose walked into the flat and shrugged off her jacket, fatigue pulling heavily at her body. Ever since they had come back from that other universe things had been immensely tense and awkward between herself and the Doctor. They were usually okay when Jack was around, but not when they were alone. In order to try and avoid some of those moments, Rose had jumped right back into work. Most nights she was lucky if she was home before midnight and she usually left the flat by six in the morning. She hardly saw the Doctor, or Jack.
“There you are,” Jack said walking into the living room. Rose had settled down on the couch, planning on falling asleep there like she had every night since they’d come back. She hadn’t intended to, but by the time she got home the Doctor was usually asleep and she didn’t want to risk waking him.
“I thought you would be asleep by now, Jack.” Rose toed off her heels and pulled her hair up. She was so tired, and she could hear Jack’s condescending tone and saw the way he was looking at her. Like a father who was about to have a talking-to with one of his children. She didn’t have the strength or mental capacity for this now. “Listen, can you yell at me tomorrow for whatever it is that I did wrong?”
Jack sighed and walked over to sit beside her on the couch. “Rose, I’m not going to yell at you. I just want to know what’s wrong with you and the Doctor. Why are you sleeping on the couch every night? Did you two have a fight?”
Rose collapsed back against the couch. She was tired, she was weak, and she didn’t want to talk about this. “Not exactly, no.” Memories of what had transpired while they had been captured by the Master came flooding back. “You were there in that room when I had pretended to be in love with the Master. You saw the way his heart broke. It was written all over his face. Even afterwards, at the party, he barely looked at him. H hates me for doing that to him.”
“Oh, Rose.” Jack took her hands into his, making her look at him. “He doesn’t hate you. I don’t think the Doctor is even capable of thinking about hating you.”
Rose wanted to believe that. She truly did, but the evidence was too astounding. “Jack, I’m tired.”
“Alright, alright.” Jack kissed her head and gave her a reassuring smile. “Goodnight Rose.”
“Goodnight.”
The Doctor was sitting on the queen sized bed he and Rose had once shared. It seemed so big without her tucked against him beneath the sheets. He knew it was his own fault he was sleeping alone at night, and he knew that with every day that passed he was only hurting Rose more. He just couldn’t bring himself to face the truth. One day she would regenerate and he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope with that.
With a sigh he stood and moved across the room to the dresser to get ready for bed. He had heard Rose come home and knew she was safe. He knew she was working long hours at Torchwood to avoid him, and she had been sleeping on the couch. Probably because she assumed he would already be asleep. But he never was. Until Rose was home safe, there was no way he would be able to sleep.
He was pulling his pajamas out of the dresser when Jack entered the room. He looked extremely upset. “Jack, what’s wrong? Is Rose okay?”
“No, she’s not.” Jack crossed his arms and leant back against the door as he spoke. “She thinks you hate her.”
The Doctor sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. He knew that’s what she thought. “I know,” he admitted weakly.
“Then why the hell don’t you do something about it?”
“Because it’s a lot more complicated than that.” He was getting angry, angry at Jack for prying, even angrier at himself for allowing it to go this far. “I’m not angry at Rose, and I certainly don’t hate her.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m terrified!” Jack opened his mouth, closed it, and repeated. “Do you know what it feels like when a Time Lord regenerates?” he looked up at Jack. “When a Time Lord regenerates every cell in our bodies die and we can feel it. It’s painful, Jack. I die, and a totally new man walks away.” The Doctor’s emotions started to get the best of him. “One day, Rose is going to regenerate, and she won’t be Rose anymore.” He shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “I haven’t even kissed her properly yet, we haven’t made love…if she regenerates before I get the chance to do that…I’ll hate myself.”
Rose groaned and sat up slowly, stretching her tired, achy muscles. The couch was not the best place to sleep. Her back was stiff and she was pretty sure she could feel a headache coming on. “Rose, are you awake?” Jack called from the kitchen.
“Working on it, yeah.” She stood and made her way into the kitchen. “Why, is something wrong?”
Jack handed her a coffee with a smile. “No, not exactly, I just need your help with something.”
“Oh?” Rose sipped her coffee and looked at him over the rim of her mug. He was up to something. She could feel it. “And what might that be?”
Jack took the coffee mug from her and took her hand, leading her down the hall to the bedrooms. “It’s nothing huge, just a little thing.” He stopped between his room and the master bedroom. Rose waited for him to open the door to his room, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved too quickly for Rose to catch. He twisted open the door to the master bedroom and pushed Rose inside. The door slammed shut and she heard a lock slide into place.
“Jack! What the hell are you doing?”
“Rose? What’s going on?”
Rose turned around to see the Doctor walking out of the bathroom, dripping wet and a sleek black towel wrapped around his waist. “Jack locked us in.”
The Doctor started to panic; he rushed over to the dresser for his sonic screwdriver. Rose felt a small jolt of hurt go through her. She knew he wasn’t happy with her, but he didn’t have to act like being in the same room with her was so painful. The Doctor growled and slammed his fist into the door. “It’s dead locked. Jack! Open the door!”
“Not until you two have a nice long talk. This isn’t the Doctor and Rose that I know and frankly, I don’t like them. So you two work this out and then I’ll open the door.”
The Doctor huffed and dropped his head, glancing at the floor. Rose sat on the edge of the bed and tried to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to do this, she knew he wasn’t happy with her, wasn’t that punishment enough?
“I’m sorry.” Rose looked over at the Doctor. He was facing her, leaning against the door and staring up at the ceiling.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t deserve this.” He looked at her, turning those hazelnut eyes on her. “Rose, I’m not angry at you, and I definitely don’t hate you.”
She furrowed her brow in confusion. “What do you mean? If it’s not that, then what is it?”
The Doctor sighed, his eyes turning sad. “I’m completely terrified.”
Rose moved without thinking and crossed the room, taking his hands into her own on instinct. “Why?”
The Doctor slipped his hands from hers and cupped her face. “I don’t want you to regenerate and change, at least not until I’ve kissed you properly.” He paused and flashed his eyes over her body. Rose watched them darken. “Or until I’ve laid you out on our bed and kissed every inch of this beautiful skin.” He looked up at her, capturing her eyes. “Not until I’ve made love to you.”
Rose stared up at him with a hot face. Now things made sense. She remembered how she had felt each time he had regenerated. It took time getting use to the new regeneration, not only because he looked different, but he had acted different too. Now she understood. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his chest. “I’m sorry, I never thought…Doctor, I’m sorry.”
“Shh, you couldn’t have known.” His own arms encircled her, keeping her body close against his.
They stayed like that for a long time, just enjoying being in each other’s arms. Then, Rose got one clever idea, and one brilliant one. “Doctor?”
“Hmm?”
“The last time you regenerated, you didn’t want to change your appearance so you siphoned off the energy you didn’t need into a…a…oh what did you call it? Oh! A biometric receptical.”
“My hand, yeah. What about it?”
“Why can’t we do that again?”
“Rose, neither one of us is in the middle of a regeneration cycle. If we were to cut off our hands, we wouldn’t be able to grow a new one.”
“No, but you could use a haircut, as could I, and hair has DNA, so wouldn’t that work?”
“Rose…that is clever, very, very clever.” He pulled back and smiled down at her.
“Thank you.”
“Mind you, we’ll have to come up with a plan to find a way to stop another meta-crisis clone from growing, but other than that, it is a very good idea.”
Rose grinned and looked up at him, a beautifully devious smirk on her lips. “That wasn’t my only clever idea you know.”
“Oh?” The Doctor quirked an eyebrow looking down at her. “You’re just on a roll today aren’t you?” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “What else do you have for me?”
Rose smiled; blushing deeply as she stepped back and grasped the hem of the nightgown she had changed into the night before and pulled it over her head, exposing her body to the Doctor for the first time.
Outside the door, Jack heard a light thud and smirked. Please with the job he’d done, he grabbed his jacket and headed out for a few hours to allow the two love birds some privacy.
The Doctor stared at Rose’s body, taking her in. he had dreamed of this, craved it. All the way back into his ninth regeneration he had been dreaming of this. He just stared at her, committing everything to memory, from the gentle slope of her neck down to her full breasts, the smooth flat plane of her belly, the hairless mound at the juncture of her hips, and those long, toned legs. Slowly he swept his eyes back up her body until he was looking into her eyes.
“Doctor?”
He slowly approached her, never taking his eyes away from hers until he was standing directly in front of her. He cupped her chin gently and bent until he could capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Rose moaned softly ass he kissed back, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck as she pressed her body closer against his. This is what he’d been dreaming of. Rose tasted better than anything that had ever passed his lips before. She tasted of cinnamon, courage, and something else that was completely Rose.
He let his hands smooth down her arms and then to her hips, pulling her closer. Rose moaned, leaning into his touch. He slowly backed her up until her knees hit the bed. Slowly the Doctor pulled away, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “Lay back,” he whispered. The sound of his voice, the pure lust she could hear in it sent chills down her spine as she did as he told her. She watched as the Doctor walked around to the end of the bed, keeping his eyes on her.
Rose stretched her arms above her head and watched as he slowly removed the towel from around his hips. Rose blushed but she didn’t look away from his manhood. It was long, thick, and hard. She licked her lips as butterflies grew in her belly.
The Doctor crawled onto the bed and covered her body with his, easing himself between her legs. Rose wrapped her arms around him; her fingers immediately went into his hair, running her nails lightly over his scalp as he started kissing her neck. His lips brushed over her pulse point making her shiver. Rose had dreamed about this for years, back when he’d still been in his ninth regeneration. Rose wasn’t exactly sure when she had fallen in love with her Doctor, but as soon as she realized it, there had been no one else.
His hands started a slow decent down her body, brushing lightly over her breasts and down to her hips. Her body arched into his touch. His lips left a trail of hot open-mouth kisses along her collar bone and down the slope of her breast. The Doctor looked up at her through hooded eyes as his tongue darted out to flick one of her hard nipples.
Rose moaned her back arching off the bed. She pulled his head closer, begging silently for more. He didn’t disappoint. He latched onto her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucked on it with deep, long pulls. Rose moaned, letting her eyes drift shut as pleasure coursed through her body, slowly tightening that coil in her lower belly that would send her over the edge.
“So soft,” he whispered against her breast. “How can anyone be this soft?” He pinched her other nipple lightly, drawing his name from her lips. “Oh, Rose. You’re driving my mad.”
Rose looked at him, her face hot with arousal, her eyes dark with lust for him and her body tingling in all sorts of pleasurable places. “Doctor, I need you.” Rose arched her hips, rolling them against his. They both moaned as he wet heat rubbed against his achingly hard member.
“Killing me.” He leaned back on his knees and stared down at her as he pulled her legs wide and draped them over his shoulders. “I’ve dreamed of this, Rose. For years I’ve dreamed of having you sprawled out naked in a bed that’s ours.” He slowly lined their bodies up and gently, slowly eased himself inside of her. The Doctor bit his lip, his eyes squeezed shut. Her body eased apart, yielding for him, gripping his aching cock in a hot, wet vice. “Perfection, that’s what you are, Rose,” he groaned out, fighting against the pleasure that was squeezing his body.
Slowly he started a rhythm, pulling out of her tight heat, easing back in. Rose was utter perfection wrapped around him. He looked down at her, committing everything to memory, like the way he was biting her bottom lip, the way her hair fanned out around the black sheets, the way her breasts swayed with each thrust of his hips, how her dainty little hands gripped the sheets.
Rose was dying, dying and going straight to heaven. There was no other explanation. Her body was on fire; her nerve endings were screaming with pleasure and liquefied heat coursed through her veins. The Doctor’s hands held her hips tightly, his hips rocked against hers, pushing her closer and closer to the abyss. She released the sheets, reaching up and wrapping her arms around the Doctor’s neck, pulling him down to her.
He kissed her as his hips increased speed, driving into her with such force. How had they survived this long without this? It seemed like a sin, one they were going to make up for every chance they got. Rose felt the coil in her belly ready to snap. “Doctor I’m going to…so close!”
He groaned, picking up speed again, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come for me, Rose. Let me feel it.” He shifted his hips slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts and that was all it took to send Rose over the edge, calling out his name as her body tightened around his, pulling his own orgasm from his body. The Doctor stilled as the sensations started to subside.
They both lay back against the sheets, panting and covered in sweat. The Doctor lay back beside Rose and pulled her into him, holding her close. He kissed her head and smoothed a hand up and down her back gently.
This is what his life had been missing. This trust and comfort and love. Now he had that. All thanks to Rose Tyler.
“I love you, Rose Tyler,” he whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”
Rose cuddled into his side, kissing his chest. “S’alright.” She smiled and closed her eyes, a happy sigh on her lips as she fell asleep in his arms.
The Doctor lay there and looked at Rose, watching her as she slept in his arms. “Thank you, Jack.”