Rating: NC-17 for some very dirty words.
Summary: They would be together for always, their love an endless twining of two souls perfectly matched for companionship and two bodies perfectly matched for incessant rounds of passionate sex.
Author's Note: Here's your "heat-seeking missile of Time Lord love" and "blossoming rose petals," nostalgia_lj. As an unashamed David Tennant fangirl, here's my contribution to Urple Day.
(Um, today is the 4th of February, isn't it?)
Rose was horribly dejected. The Doctor had gone and changed and he was rude and not even ginger. His ears weren't big enough either, come to it. She'd loved the way the light shone through them at just the right angle, like light shining down from heaven through the silver-lined clouds.
Alas, just when she'd thought she had the courage to reach deep down inside her fragile heart and tell him how she felt, terrified of rejection from the one man she'd truly loved, he had gone and changed! And not in the way that most men changed, with a cruel indifference that would rip sadness through the soul of even the most buoyant girl, but rather with a personality she found she rather liked and a body she most definitely wanted to make mad, passionate love to until they both fell asleep from exquisite exhaustion.
How could he do this to her?! He smiled at her with that thin, pouty mouth that drove her to hysterics for wanting to kiss it and feel it between her blooming rose petals in the unmentionable-but-very-delightful region of her body. Sometimes when she caught sight of his tongue, she had to excuse herself because of the liquid hotness that plunged down into her belly with rushing arousal.
His hair; oh where to start?! She suspected that she could induce a screaming orgasm in herself just by running her hands through his soft, fluffy, and not-entirely-ungelled locks. When he'd first appeared in place of her old Doctor, she'd hung back not out of fear of him, but rather out of fear of what she'd do if she got too close to that big, magnificent pile of hair.
And then when she'd had to undress him and put on his pyjamas, she hadn't been able to resist the tortuous temptation of running her hands over his gorgeously pale new body. She'd almost touched his heat-seeking missile of Time Lord love, but had pulled her hand back at the last moment, the embarrassment flushing her face a most unfortunate shade of rouge. She had entertained many a fantasy since then of what it would be like to have his thick, enormous, pulsing member (because he had come back as a skinny white boy after all) thrusting its way into her love channel.
How could he do this to her?! She'd been perfectly fine with angsting over their inability to admit their feelings of true love to each other, but he had to go and change and make her want to do any number of naughty things that were just unspeakable to her innocent ears. They'd had a love that, while tacit and mostly unacknowledged, was pure and had no need for the messy complication of truly fantastic sex.
"Woe!" Rose cried out as crystalline tears of extreme angst streamed down her face. "Woe for my lost love and my beautiful temptation!"
"Rose? Is that you?" came the Doctor's voice from the hallway.
"Oh, sweet, melodic voice," she cried quietly to herself. "I cannot let him see me in such a state!"
"Rose?" he asked as he appeared in a shimmering halo in her doorway. "Listen, I think we have a problem." His perfect features crinkled as he frowned the poutiest, most beautiful frown she'd ever seen.
"Of course we have a problem!" she cried out, flinging herself at his legs and clutching tightly with the strength of true lust. "I want you to pound me into the mattress until I'm hoarse from screaming your name!"
"Uh, yes, that," he said, gripping her shoulders with his elegantly-shaped hands. "You see, I think the Urple Switch on the TARDIS controls is stuck again. The first time this happened Jamie had a very unfortunate incident with his kilt before I could fix it. Then there was that thing with Romana that I won't even go into for fear of doing permanent damage to your human brain. Thankfully, I am immune to its effects, but—"
"Do not speak to me of such things, my love!" Rose screamed passionately. "I want you to hold me and love me until the end of time!"
"Well, I could take you to the end of the universe and give you a quick hug as everything went," he conceded, his puppy dog brown eyes looking at a point somewhere behind her head in deep, meditative thought.
"But even the end of time could not stop the passion I feel for you!"
"Look," he said as he pulled her up into a standing position with his lovely arms. She really wished he wasn't wearing his clothes so she could see the way his muscles played under his creamy skin. "Rose, this Urple Switch is meant as a defensive measure in case the TARDIS is ever breached. It should keep everyone who's not me on board talking and thinking in such a silly state that they don't actually do anything. Why it never comes on at the times when I really need it, I've yet to figure out."
"Oh, Doctor, how can you not speak of our love! It consumes my very soul and burns it to tiny embers that glow for only you."
"Right," he said with a romantically decisive air. "I need to get to the control room and fix this. You should probably stay here."
"Oh, I could never be parted from you! I've already had to endure that awful trauma once; do not make me do it again!" she sobbed, reaching forward to cling to him once more.
"Okay," he drawled slowly, the word stretching into something more in his delicious mouth. How could he do that? He made normal words sound so erotic and arousing. "You come with me then, but you're going to have to sit quietly while I try to fix it."
"Just being with you is enough to sate my heart's true desire, my beloved Doctor."
She followed him obediently down the corridors of the TARDIS, trailing in his wake like an adoring puppy who has longed for a master to love and has finally found one. That was really nothing next to the devotion she felt flowing up from deep inside her. They could never be parted, truly. They would be together for always, their love an endless twining of two souls perfectly matched for companionship and two bodies perfectly matched for incessant rounds of passionate sex.
They reached the control room and he made her sit in the squeaky chair. She lost herself in watching the way the green light played sallow tricks on his skin, the way he twisted up the corner of his mouth as he worked, and the way he played his sonic screwdriver like a violin virtuoso.
"Mmm," she moaned, nearly delirious with the agony of needing him. She was torn between doing as her sweet love said and staying in her seat, and getting up to touch him. Oh, how she longed to touch him!
She rose from her seat, hungry to fulfil her burning need of contact. Just as she was about to reach his strikingly lanky form, there was a clicking sound. "A-ha!" he said triumphantly.
Rose stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the Doctor in horror, suddenly very painfully aware of what she'd been saying, thinking, and doing for the last hour. Even though his face was filled with nothing but concern, her own burned with shame.
"Oh, God," she croaked. She waved her hand in front of her as she tried to say more, but nothing came out. His intense gaze burned into her and she felt that maybe if she fainted she could get out of this okay.
No, she definitely wasn't going to faint any time soon. She was too aware of what she'd just done: made an absolute fool out of herself, probably looked barking mad too. She looked down and took in a deep breath and finally managed to get words out.
"We will never speak of this again."