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Americas Got Talent. Proliferating cells. Nonhuman primates, guinea pig. Safe in primates. There was no denying it. When Dr. Rose took a slow, shaky breath, still not meeting his eyes. This is absolutely bonkers. Just like we get through everything. The emotion in her eyes cut through him like few things ever had.

They both let go of a little tension at that moment, smiling at each other in silence. Then, the Doctor spoke.

Lights, or no? I think I may have seen a dimmer switch on our way in. However, your wish is my command. The Doctor flipped the white noise off and the rain storm on.

Suddenly, the room was filled with the heavy sounds of rain and distant, rolling thunder. His eyebrows shot up. He flipped the light switch, then, and the room was cast in darkness. There was a small night light plugged into the outlet near the floor, which cast a very faint glow. Superior senses and all that. No light adjustment necessary. He could tell she was still quite nervous, which- fancy that- so was he.

He walked slowly up to the bed, standing directly in front of her. Rose slowly lowered her legs back to the floor and stood, and the Doctor wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him. He buried his face in her hair, the familiar, lovely scent keeping him grounded. After a long moment of just holding each other in the dark to the sounds of the storm, the Doctor pulled away, sliding his hands up to her shoulders.

He exhaled sharply, regarding her with caution. Rose pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again, and the Doctor could feel how tense she was just from what little bit of her he was touching. The Doctor glanced down at the bed, plotting his next move. His goal was to ensure she was as comfortable as possible in an otherwise extremely uncomfortable situation. Looking to the side, he released her arms and clasped his hands together, holding them in front of his mouth for just a second.

Then he nodded. Hold on. He walked around the parameter of the bed, examining it from a couple different angles. He quickly discovered a remote attached to a wire that controlled the angle of the back, which he used to raise it to a bit of a sharper 70 degree angle.

He glanced at Rose, who was watching him with a confused expression. He climbed directly into the center of the bed, slipping under the covers but leaving them open as an invitation. He spread his legs apart and leaned against the back, the position leaving him mostly upright..

He grinned at her and patted the space between his legs. Careful with the IV! He watched her slip off her sandals and begin to crawl towards him with hesitation, holding the tubes of her IV in her hand so as to keep them from getting caught on anything.

The Doctor grinned at her. Once she was right in front of him, she sat up on her knees and turned around, laying her back against him. He reached past her and pulled the duvet back up and over her legs, effectively tucking them in for the sake of comfort. Recognizing how intimate and intense the whole thing was already going to be, the Doctor figured it would be best to face her away from him.

Plus, it did add a sort of sexy mystique, if he were being honest with himself. In a show of good faith, he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. He could have sworn he heard her breath hitch at that, which was no surprise, considering her pulse was thrumming so hard that it damn near deafened the poor Time Lord.

Cautiously, the Doctor reached up and slid his fingers against her neck, dragging her hair back over her shoulder and exposing her skin.

Or the unmistakable scent of arousal that had begun drifting through the air the instant she began crawling towards him.

The Doctor felt a blush rising to his cheeks. Did she want him to touch her properly? Was that allowed, or would that be crossing a line? Where were the lines? Only if she said no, he supposed. Rejection at this moment would make everything so much worse.

Just then, he realized that Rose might be going through the exact same thought process as he was. He was still a coward, after all. Not only was she human, but she was his companion, and he had never, ever even so much as begun to entertain the notion of doing something like this with a companion until she came around. Once again, he brought his lips to her neck, then right against her ear.

He felt her shiver again as his breath sailed across her skin. She was most certainly affected. He bit his lip, attempting to compose himself.

He knew that, as unfortunate as it was, they more than likely had an audience of at least one patrolling that blasted security camera, and they were taking awhile to get started on carrying out their bidding. The last thing he wanted was to put any unnecessary strain on this moment by inviting an impatient knock on the door. The Doctor took a deep breath to steel himself and began to draw the backs of his knuckles down her arm. He leaned into her neck again, repeatedly pressing soft kisses against her skin as his hand descended lower.

The way her body trembled at his touch only served to encourage him further, and suddenly his fingertips were on her knee, barely touching her skin as he began slowly dragging them down her thigh. It was brilliant. He smiled and continued to tease, his touches torturously light as he stroked her everywhere but there. They still had to do this two more times tomorrow, so he wanted to play it as safe as possible tonight. After another couple moments of drifting fingertips and soft neck kisses, Rose was quivering in his arms.

The Doctor leaned into her once more and spoke softly, his voice low, a bit ragged. He brought his lips to her ear again. Can you do that for me, Rose? Instead of responding, a soft whimper escaped her lips. The Doctor hummed an almost happy sound against her ear, smiling. He waited patiently for her to follow his instructions, finding himself absolutely intoxicated with the smell of her in the meantime.

He watched as she leaned to reach beside the bed, grabbing the toy and taking a deep breath as she held it. Then, ever so slowly, she lifted the duvet and brought it down between her legs.

Reality hit him hard in that instant. They were actually doing this, and it felt… Well, it felt like many things, but, as he observed, none of those things were bad. Not by a long shot. He hoped she had. He kissed her neck again as she adjusted the position of the toy, presumably getting it just right over her clit.

He felt her lean back into him harder, encouraging his face back into the crook of her neck. He slowly snaked both of his arms around her waist, deliberately dragging his fingers along every part of her body they passed on the way to their destination. Rose went completely still right before his hands went to replace hers. Her hands flew to his knees on either side of her, gripping him hard. She let out a quiet moan at that, and he exhaled a bit of a shaky breath into her ear.

He felt her beginning to release the tension in her muscles as she relaxed against the pillow; back against him. He wondered how she looked right now; how her face reacted to each sensation as it spread through her. Wished he could spin her around or lay her on her back so he could watch every bit of nuance from just a few inches away, leaving nothing to the imagination as he absolutely worshiped the sight before him with blinding adoration.

The Doctor realized then that they were still only using the first setting, and Dr. Royals had specified that most women prefer it to be three or four times more intense. The Doctor moistened his lips before pressing another kiss beneath her ear. He drew her earlobe between his teeth as he turned the intensity up once, and then a second time.

Keeping one hand on the device, he brought his other hand to her inner thigh, slowly drawing it back towards her body. Once he reached the hem of her gown, instead of retreating his touch, he allowed his fingers to drift beneath the fabric, stopping to grasp her by her hip. He moaned softly as a broken gasp escaped her, and he pulled away just enough to bring his lips to her ear.

He started brushing circles against the taut, bare skin her hip bone, teasing her nerve endings. Her hips jutted forward at the sensation, nails digging into his knees as she released a ragged breath. It was low, silken and hot as he spoke softly into her skin. Hear it in your voice, taste it on your skin… You taste so good , Rose. She gasped again, and he leaned into her neck, resuming in that same deep, intoxicating tone. Would that be terribly inconvenient for you, Rose?

Because it feels like you're getting close, and I'm not going to stop Rose let out a long, low moan in response as her hips began to rock all on their own. The Doctor never thought he was one to be a dirty talker, but something about Rose was dragging it out of him, and her response only spurred him on. When he felt her hips begin to move, he took that as a good sign to begin carefully and gently moving the device in a side-to-side motion, taking care not to break the suction where she needed it, but amplifying the sensation with a bit of extra stimulation.

Rose responded with a loud gasp that caught halfway in her throat, clinging to his forearm as she rolled in time with his movements. Not to mention the way her voice sounded when she moaned his name, all breathy and desperate and sexy like that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rose gasped and shook against him. He continued to murmur little encouragements against the side of her face as they moved together, his soft lips gliding across her skin.

The Doctor felt her begin to break, and he pressed his cheek firmly against hers, fully intent on holding her tightly as she fell. She let out several piercing cries as she came, throwing her head back into his shoulder and arching against him as her legs shook between his. He felt the waves roll through her in droves, seemingly passing through her skin and into his. When it was all over, he quickly switched off the device and cast it into the tray beside the bed, smiling when Rose collapsed back into him with a heavy sigh.

He reached forward to pull the duvet up higher until it rested just beneath her chin, then wrapped his arms around her.

Her head fell back to rest against his shoulder, panting so close to his ear. Neither of them could move another inch for a few minutes. They just stayed like that for a while, breathing heavily beneath the sound of their artificial storm.

They both jumped when the lock on the door clicked open and fluorescent light spilled into the room from the hall. An unfamiliar woman walked into the room; a nurse. This was an older woman with short, strawberry blonde hair, and she was dressed head to toe in purple scrubs. Bless you, Rose. She only ever cared for the greater good.

One of the non-comatose nurses. Or Dastaria Seven as a whole. Thank you. Oh, Rose. Just wait until the Doctor gets his chance to help. What would you like to do? Rose sighed. The Doctor raised a brow.

Rose shrugged. He thought about it for a moment and realized she was right. A few minutes passed as Zell turned the lights on to half their brightness- still alarmingly bright compared to what it had been prior- and washed up, pulling gloves on and assisting Rose with the IV. The Doctor watched as she put a bit of cotton against the puncture wound and wrapped a pretty pink bandage around it.

The Doctor turned his head to meet her eyes at the same time as she was doing the same. Despite the bashful undertones of the gaze, the emotions that ran between them were so substantial that they seemed to scare Zell right out of the room. The door closed, the lock turned, and they were still staring at each other. Then, he flashed her a smug smile. The Doctor glanced at the floor, stroking her hand with his thumb, then looked back up at her.

How did it affect you? Rose glanced down and bit her lip for a moment. He was a little afraid that she was feeling bad about what had just transpired between them. The device did all of the work; he just encouraged her. He wondered if she was wondering the same thing. Then he had to snap himself out of it. They were being forced to do this. Had he really allowed his control to slip that much? Rose sighed and flashed him a relieved smile.

The Doctor nodded. Now, it was just him and his thoughts. He reached back and rubbed his neck, his eyes drifting up towards the ceiling. Once he heard the sound of the shower turning on, he let himself fall backwards onto the bed, his arms falling open at his sides. He reached up and pressed the heels of his palms tightly against his eyes. All he could see was the profile of her face as she fell apart against him, shaking and gasping and crying out as he carried her through to completion.

This was fifty types of not-so-good. This was Rose he was dwelling on in this manner. It was Rose whom he had just worked into a frenzy. Of course he wanted it. Of course he wanted her. He almost always had. He just never intended to do anything about it. It tested his carefully constructed barriers and had a tendency to mock him from within. All cleverly disguised as innocent gestures, of course. Either way, one thing was absolutely certain: There was no going back after this.

How could they possibly continue on with a platonic relationship after sharing something so powerful; so personal? No matter; it was still up to Rose.

It was always going to be on her terms. The Doctor was looking out the window when Rose finally emerged from the bathroom. He spun around quickly to see her stepping out in a fresh gown with her hair wrapped up in a towel. In fact, I would encourage as much. Rose smiled wide at that. Rose raised her eyebrows and nodded, looking impressed.

If we ever get out of here, of course. The Doctor moved quickly towards her, stopping once they were face to face. He lifted his hands to her shoulders, holding her gaze in the dark. They lingered in the embrace for quite some time, slowly rocking back and forth. He was still buzzing from their previous experience and the overall closeness of it. Knowing that he was now going to get to share a bed with her made him almost giddy, even though he was well aware they were only going to be sleeping.

Dreadfully nervous as he was beneath the giddiness, however, he wanted to touch base. Rose seemed alright, but for all he knew, he was properly daft and she was traumatized right now.

Pulling away, he met her eyes. Rose held up her entire hand this time. Not wanting to push it while she was still recovering, the Doctor nodded once and released her with a smile. Tomorrow is good. A little sleep, maybe a cuddle, a little hormone replenishment, maybe some breakfast, then a bit of a reassuring pep talk before round two. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I also hope you don't have diabetes for the level of fluff that worked its way in there I just couldn't help myself. As I mentioned a couple chapters back, not all of the smut in this story will involve that sex toy. Not sure if anyone actually cared either way, but I just wanted to say.

I was going to wait a couple days to post this chapter, but I didn't really have any excuse to hang on to it once I'd finished proofreading it. Other than maybe sending a silent prayer to the great beyond that I'd get more feedback on the fluffy smutfest that was the previous chapter first. You don't even know how much it means to me. Thank you x The first thing she was aware of was that her back was a bit sore, which led to her thinking that her bed was significantly less comfortable than she remembered.

No telly. No mum. Then, even behind closed eyes, she thought it seemed brighter in her room than she could ever recall it being. Of course, there was also the issue of an arm wrapped firmly around her waist and a face pressed against the back of her neck….

Dastaria Seven. Suicide virus. Orgasms for peace. Completely abandoning all pretense regarding her attraction to the Doctor in favor of more or less screaming his name in the midst of medically-sanctioned foreplay. Him, the fucking Doctor , lying right behind her. An incident so remarkably intense that, just twenty minutes after it had happened, she found that she had to finish herself off all over again in the shower just to cope with the memory of his voice in her ear, his lips and tongue on her neck.

Her fingers had slid through her folds with remarkable ease as she leaned against the shower wall, hot water pounding against her skin as she replayed the events in her head.

As she catapulted herself into her second orgasm of the evening, she had to clamp down on her free hand to keep herself from crying out for him. She had no memory of him coming to bed, no memory of him snuggling up to her.

Now, it was the morning after. Rose wanted nothing more in the universe than to just go back to bed and sleep until all of this was over, knowing how intense and grueling and confusing the day was likely going to be.

Not just for her, but for the man lying behind her. She tried to fight away the useless dread flowing through her. It was counterproductive. It was important that she do her best to ground herself while she still had the chance. This is where the anxiety came into play. Was last night incredible?

Of course it was. Having said that, he did try to talk about it before bed, and in a moment of panic, she shut him down. How was she going to keep her worries at bay long enough to do this with him today? This was a very big deal, at least to her, and after the events of the previous night, an alarming realization washed over her. A pang of dread struck her core as she remembered what the Doctor had said when they were alone in her cell the night before. Anxiety crept in from every angle of her mind as she finally started to process the weight of his words.

The Doctor was absolutely brilliant in every way. The smartest man in the universe, more than likely. He had a gift for navigating complex situations with remarkable poise. Plus, despite his generally lighthearted nature, he was very calculated. He knew he was going to have to put on a believable performance if they were going to succeed at getting off of this planet.

He knew she was just a human girl with primitive human hormones and feelings, and he knew she would never be able to let go of him if they ever crossed his carefully-constructed boundaries. Humans, particularly human women , placed too much emphasis on sex and the significance therein. Time Lords need not be bothered with such base desires. It should have been obvious from the start that he could never have a romantic relationship with her.

She was too… Human. And young. Compared to him, impossibly young. She cursed herself internally, hating how much sense all of this was making. No wonder he wanted her to forget all about this. They were best friends. Too bad, though, because now, it was too late. When all of this was over, she had two choices. A shop girl on planet Earth who was dumb enough to fall in love with a year-old alien and think that he had any intention of loving her back.

She drew a tattered breath as her vision began to blur with tears. He obviously really loved her on a platonic level. He probably did actually enjoy it for the sake of novelty- and perhaps even for the sake of showboating with yet another thing he excels at- but this was meant to be a one or, well, three time thing. Definitely not something he intended to repeat once it was no longer an obligation.

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