for doctorsplusone: A What-if for RS Verse (AU)

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It had been twenty years.

Twenty years since they first landed in London with the communicators. Twenty years since he'd re-met his Rose. Twenty years since he'd entered this universe.

And no escape. Not yet. Oh, there was a brief reprise, five years earlier, when he'd taken one last trip back to France. But other than that, it was London. London all the time. Traveling to find clues to figure out how to save the universe, but the universe wasn't having any of that saving business.

And there he was. In London. In his silver-tree-shaped TARDIS. Alone.

Reinette had died. Five years earlier. Lived much longer than they'd expected, and as she started to wither, he and Louis took her back to France, to die in the palace. Where she wasn't supposed to die, of course. Being a non-noble. But she was loved by a King and a lonely God. That was enough of a title for them. Louis stayed in France to tend to her. To make sure her grave was not lost in their universe as it was in the one the Doctor returned to.

Suzie left far earlier. Found her own calling or some such nonsense. Or maybe she was simply tired of the domestics. Now, he was simply alone. He'd gotten used to it, by now. It had become the norm these last five years as dressing in French silks had become the norm in the three years he spent in France before coming here.

He sat in a chair outside the TARDIS, looking over new information. The neverending war against the cosmic apocalypse that seemed to never come. The sonic screwdriver twirled in one hand. A gift from Reinette to the Doctor many, many years earlier. Helped made by Ted. How long had he blamed Ted for Reinette's death? Too long, he decided.

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Rose gasped at the sudden movement -- she hadn't been expecting that, given the injuries that she still wasn't fully sure of the extent of and perhaps she'd underestimated him a little. Her own fault, then, that she'd been caught and surprised.

Her breath caught in her throat, though, as he held her down and started on her clothing. It was really real and really happening and neither of them had pulled away, had reason to pull away, nor seemed likely to pull away. After all this time, and -- Rose swallowed hard against the well of emotion.

"If that's what you want, Doctor, then feel free." She dropped her eyes, mock-demure, and chose not to struggle against him this time -- one part concern for his old injuries and not wanting to hurt him, and one part trying something new to see how he'd react. "I'm at your mercy, aren't I?"

(There was a thrill in yielding to him and letting herself be swept away: she'd learned that long ago. She'd just never played that card like this...)

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At his mercy. Well, in a way she was. She stopped struggling and that made him stop moving his fingers to undo her clothes.

Panic hit him. Did she not want this? Had he---well, he could've been mistaken. No, no, no, not from the way she looked up at him as she sucked on him. Or maybe he was wrong.

He moved over her again and tilted his head, studying her. How often had he wanted this? Wanted her? And now...well, now they didn't have responsibilities and emotions with others to think about. Just now.

"Rather, it is I at yours, Rose. But I think you know that." He pressed a kiss to her mouth and could taste himself on her lips. "Unless you don't want me to...?"

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"Oh, for God's sake!" She bucked her hips and caught his narrow shoulders and rolled the Doctor onto his back. In a heartbeat, she was straddling him and looking down at him fiercely. "Yes. Yes, I want you to. I want you to do whatever wicked, filthy and wonderful bloody things occur to you. I want you to be you and possessive and wild and a little dangerous and still my Doctor and --"

Irritated 'ooooh!', accompanied with a teasing grind down against him. More friction and a pair of blazing eyes.

"I've always loved you. I think I've wanted you since we landed in Victorian Cardiff and you looked at me with Thete's eyes and a surprising amount of heat in your gaze when I was all corsetted up. I've waited for you for what feels like lifetimes. I've gotten over you and fallen for you again more times than I can count. So don't you bloody dare try to make me the reason why not! Not again!"

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"Twenty years, Rose," he murmured, his lips split into a huge, smug smile after her words. She loved him and wanted him. "It's been twenty years and I still can't get over you. Not then and not now."

He let a hand slide down her throat, between her breasts, just touching her as she ground against him. He hissed at the sensation. He wanted her badly. More badly than he'd wanted anyone in years.

"But if you want me to to all those wonderfully wicked things I'd like to do," he looked up at her with dark eyes. "And believe me when I say I do. Then take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes."

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She met his gaze and smiled back, the look in her eyes as intent as his own. He had rarely used profanity in all the time she'd known him and the effect was electric.

"Yes, Doctor."

Rose began unbuttoning her shirt, slowly revealing inch after inch of skin, the deep vee of her cleavage, the black lace of her bra, the curve of stomach and hips disappearing into black trousers. Boots next, unzipped and plucked off from her position on his lap, socks right after. Another 'accidental' grind against him and an answering groan.

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He watched her undress, drinking in each piece of skin she revealed. He'd seen so little in their years together---not for lack of wanting--and now, well, now there was nothing holding them back.

She ground against him again and he growled a Gallifreyan swear in reply. She drove him mad. Completely mad. He curled up and kissed down her clevage as it was uncovered. He slid one side of her bra down with his thumb and slowly worked his way to her nipple, which he traced with his tongue once, twice, then he bit down gently.

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Rose shuddered, her hands coming up to cup the back of his head, keeping him there. "Don't stop," she murmured. His wicked fingers, knowing mouth and the use of his mother-tongue were wind and devil and god and wrapped around her like silk. She'd torn her heart in two so many times for this man and they'd earned this.

Her intention had been to tease him deliberately and keep him dangling for the duration of a careful striptease -- but intentions went dramatically out the window. He knew her too well for her to savour an aloofness while tantalizing him. He knew her so well, and the knowledge was transfering to the carnal vividly.

Unbuttoning her black jeans was a little trickier, positioned, as she was, kneeling over his lap. She had to kneel up, robbing them both of the intimate contact that had them both gasping -- brief withdrawal for later, greater pleasures. Rose tugged her jeans down her hips and felt rather than saw his smile at the hot pink zebra print on her thong -- the only non-black garment she had been wearing -- and then sat back to pull off her jeans.

She caught his eye and smiled: "there's no way to slither out of skinny jeans that looks sexy, is there?" The girl and younger woman she'd been before would have likely blushed a little at this, but the woman she'd become had a rueful self-confidence and an absense of her scars thanks to an over-zealous TARDIS last time.

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"Probably not," the Doctor replied. "You should really let me help."

He laid her back on the bed and kissed down her torso as he slid the jeans down her hips. They really were skinny jeans, and tugging them down was the equivalent of opening a present on Christmas morning. Frustrating, but worth it. He kissed her hipbone as it appeared, then her thigh, before placing another kiss on the inside of her thigh.

She was so close now. He could smell her and taste her skin and he wanted her now. Holding back was hard.

"I'm fairly certain pink zebra is far from natural," he teased, placing another kiss on the fabric before hooking his thumbs in the sides and sliding them down as well.

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"You mean you've been to a planet with pink zebras?" she grinned. "Oh, that's a shame." Reaching up and behind, she unclasped her bra and tossed it into the pile, comfortably naked Rose began planning her own path of attack on his clothing. She missed the suit. Truly, she missed the suit.

However...

Finding ties and clasps wasn't hard, but did necessitate some of her own patience -- enough to make her wonder how he'd react if she just tore the garments from his slight frame. But she could be patient. She could. She just didn't like it.

"Skin's amazing, isn't it?" Rose mused, nuzzling up from the centre of his chest to just under his jaw. "All those nerve endings..."