Everything I Ever Dreamed

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Title: Everything I Ever Dreamed
Author: rjrog77
Beta(s): the fantastic principia_coh
Characters: Ten and Rose; mentions of Jackie and Mickey.
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Soft R
Disclaimer: Borrowed, sans permission.
Author's Notes: Created for the songs_in_time Christmas Special Lyric Challenge, and inspired by the first verse of Murray Gold’s Song for Ten. The title also comes from Song for Ten.
Spoilers/Setting: The Christmas Invasion
Summary: To him, she’s perfect.

Well I woke up today
And the world was a restless place
It could have been that way for me

It had been a very, very long and stressful day, that Christmas Day — thanks to alien invasions, sword-fights for the planet, getting Prime Ministers ejected from office, having to think about who might’ve put him in those Arthur Dent pyjamas, and so on — but it was finally almost at an end.

The Doctor, not currently inclined in the slightest to be parted from Rose, wondered what Jackie’s viewpoint was likely to be on shared sleeping arrangements (specifically, his sharing with Rose; so long as he could wangle that, he really didn’t care who Mickey or Jackie slept with). He and Rose had made it to the stage of sharing her bed on a regular basis back when he’d worn his old face, but it was something he had made very sure had been kept a secret from Jackie. He’d not wanted another slap — although he’d long since conceded he had earned the first one and from Jackie’s perspective would probably deserve another, even though the act — such as it was — had been completely innocent. (He was quite aware, without having to be told, that convincing Jackie that nothing like that had happened between he and Rose would be practically impossible.)

That man was dead and gone for ever, choosing to be consumed in a blaze of fiery gold rather than accept the certain death of the woman he adored, but what that doomed man had felt for Rose was still as deep in this new self, perhaps even a little deeper. He was as certain as he could be that she reciprocated those feelings (he certainly hoped she did; he was fast discovering that his current incarnation was incapable of hiding what he felt for her. He wasn’t sure, yet, whether or not this was a good thing, but what did it matter, when it would only be a matter of time before he found out, either way?), but this regeneration was still so very new that the last thing he wanted to do was to make assumptions about anything. (Jackie seemed to like him more in this incarnation, though, which was something at least; it might also give him Brownie points with Rose, and the more of those he had the better.)

Pilot fish, the Sycorax and various other thwarted-invasion-related things aside (he really should find out where that hand of his had ended up, for a start; leaving Time Lord DNA (much less entire body parts) in the wrong hands was just sitting up and begging for trouble), the only real downside to bringing Rose home had been that he’d had to share her with both her mother and Mickey. This wouldn’t have been so bad were it not for the fact that the one thing he already knew this incarnation had in common with his last was that he was possessive of Rose and didn’t want to share her with anybody.

Rose, he’d noticed, had been relegated to sleeping on the sofa; he was sleeping in her bed— as much as he’d protested that he was quite all right and could sleep in the TARDIS thanks very much, neither she nor Jackie would hear a word of it. Mickey had offered Rose a bed for the night in his flat—that was a euphemism; everybody had known what he’d really meant—and the Doctor had found himself holding his breath, waiting to hear what Rose’s answer would be. He knew what he wanted it to be but wasn’t counting any chickens just yet.

Addressing Mickey, but with her eyes locked with the Doctor’s (how he’d missed that; this was the first time she’d done that since his regeneration), she’d told Mickey thanks, but that she’d prefer to be at home and how a few nights of sleeping on the sofa wouldn’t kill her. The Doctor had found it extremely difficult not to smile at that; he knew Mickey would almost certainly have taken that smile the wrong (right) way, and whilst he didn’t much care what Mickey thought, he could at least spare Rose from having to listen to Mickey complain about it.

So Mickey went home alone in a somewhat grumpy mood (perhaps beginning to realise that he could no longer take his position as Rose’s lover for granted; the Doctor would have preferred him to be completely out of the picture but was realistic enough to take what he could get given the circumstances), and Jackie went to fetch the necessities for Rose; left to their own devices for a few minutes Rose and the Doctor found themselves gravitating towards each other until they were almost touching. The Doctor lifted his hand to pull Rose to him and close the gap between them completely, impatient to touch her, when Jackie, with truly terrible timing, wandered back in with an armful of pillows and blankets.

“Here we are, then,” she said brightly (not really looking at either of them, he noticed, which was interesting; what had Rose’s mother expected to see? It wasn’t as if Rose were going to jump him; much as he might like her to, he knew that wasn’t likely to happen), “this lot should do you, sweetheart. You can have a hot-water bottle as well, if you like; just help yourself. You know where they’re kept.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

And I wandered around
And I thought of your face
That Christmas looking back at me

Rose stood there awkwardly with the pillow and blankets in her arms; she seemed grateful for them, but distracted. The Doctor realised with a start that her eyes had been drifting to meet his and then flitted away — had she noticed that he was completely unable to keep his eyes off her? If she had caught a glimpse of that gaze before her mother had come back in and had seen how he couldn’t mask the naked desire in his eyes… coupled with the expression on his face, it would only mean only one thing. Trouble. He was certain given some of the looks he’d thrown her when he was his old self, she couldn’t be entirely surprised (and yes, he was willing to admit now that he had been giving her those sorts of looks) — but it still sent a shiver down his spine to think that she knew. He hoped her mother didn’t look too closely at him; both he and Rose were exhausted, and he didn’t want to get into any long or complicated explanations right now. Just in time, though, Jackie yawned.

“Right then,” she said, the tiredness evident in her voice, “if everyone has everything they need, I’m going to bed. I suggest you two do the same; it’s getting late.”

“G’night, Mum,” Rose said, turning towards the sofa and dropping the bedclothes on it; they must have been heavier than they looked, the Doctor thought, and she was visibly tired.

“Yes; good night, Jackie,” the Doctor agreed, his eyes still firmly fixed on Rose. As Jackie left the room, the Doctor moved swiftly back to Rose. His patience was fast running out and he simply couldn’t wait any longer to touch her. He’d been trying to suppress his craving for her all evening, knowing that to indulge it with Jackie anywhere near him would be to risk a slap or worse, and the physical longing for her was starting to hurt. Problem was, although he wanted her badly, he knew that rushing into this would be a mistake. He could control his libido if necessary; Rose was absolutely everything to him and he would do whatever necessary to keep her with him — even abandon any idea he had of trying to deepen their relationship if that was what he had to do. He’d had a taste of how it would be to live without Rose in his last life; he didn’t want to find out what it would be like to truly lose her.

But just one kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it? And for this man with the new everything, to think of something (especially when that something concerned Rose) was to act on it.

“I have been waiting,” he said, as he pulled her to him gently, “all night to be able to do this.” He leaned in to brush a feather-light kiss on Rose’s lips. “And it was worth,” he said in a voice gone suddenly husky, “every” he kissed her again, “single” another kiss, more forceful this time, “second.” And he kissed her again, this time a kiss full of passion and promise; he deepened it quickly, hungry for the taste of her. He wanted — oh, how he wanted! — to learn every part of her with this new body, rather than wanting her and not acting on it as had been the case with his last. Never let it be said he was a man who couldn’t learn from his mistakes.

Unexpectedly, seeing as he was the one with the respiratory bypass system and all, he was the one to break the kiss (with obvious reluctance); breathing heavily, he spoke, wanting to be absolutely sure before things went any further that she wanted this as much as he did. He didn’t want anything to come between them, especially not this, and he knew that they needed to take it slowly. Rushing into anything would make it far too easy for him, her or both of them to mess it up completely.

“Rose?”

“Mmm?” Seemingly only half-listening to him, Rose was looking up at him languidly. Her eyes were on his lips; at the moment she looked more interested in actually kissing the breath out of him than discussing the situation at hand.

“It’s up to you what happens next. We don’t have to go any further than this. But if you don’t want to continue, then you need to tell me soon.”

“Doctor?”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

He needed no further invitation.

He snaked his hand up to cup her cheek and tilted her head towards him slightly to kiss hernow she’d made it clear enough that she did want him. He deepened the kiss briefly before deciding to throw caution to the wind and beginning to move them towards the bedroom; he didn’t care whether or not Jackie saw them (although he knew he was risking a slap, or worse), didn’t care about anything much but getting Rose somewhere “more comfortable”. For there was no bloody way that, if this was going to be his first time with Rose, that it would happen anywhere but in a bed. Sure, he would have much preferred it to be in his bed, in the TARDIS (and yes, he did have a bed; the fact that most of the time he chose not to use it notwithstanding), but if this was how it was going to be, he wasn’t complaining.

It didn’t take him long to get them to the bedroom and once they were there he shut the door behind them, locked it, and used the sonic screwdriver to make sure it stayed that way. (The only Tyler he had any interest in seeing for the next few hours was the one he was busy kissing the breath out of, thank-you-very-much.)

Door seen to, he brought his attention back to Rose. He dragged her down beside him on to the bed, kissing her wildly like the man in love he was (and how happy he was to finally be able to express it), and as she began kissing him back just as passionately they began to undress each other slowly, making sure to nibble, kiss and lick every inch of skin as they uncovered it. Driven by his rapidly-developing oral fixation, he found that each part of her — the curve of her hips, the swell of her chest, the pit of her throat and the arch of her neck — all had their own distinctive taste.

(Why did this new compulsion have to first manifest itself with that blood on the Sycorax ship? He hated the taste of blood. But now it was helping him bring pleasure to his beautiful, fantastic Rose — and how could that ever be a bad thing?)

He needed to decide for himself which part of her tasted best, but remained undecided… when he realised that he had not in fact tasted quite all of her yet.

He decided that he really had to do something about that, and very soon, but right now there was something else he wanted more.

(A tiny, cold voice in the back of his head told him that he really should be more restrained, but he refused to let himself listen to it. This was Rose, his Rose, and since when had the usual rules ever applied where she was concerned?)

“Rose, if you want to stop, you need to tell me now.” He wanted her desperately but he needed to make sure she had the one last chance to change her mind.

“But what if I don’t want you to stop?” Rose countered huskily, her sultry tone contrasting with her eager grin. The Doctor bit back a loud groan, and Rose’s smile grew even wider at the strangled noise — the next thing he knew, he was kissing her hungrily and sliding into her, moaning into her mouth at the sensations brought by filling her; he’d wanted her for so long but had scarcely even dared to believe that he’d ever have her, and now he did. And oh, this — she — was worth everything he'’d had to do to get this far.

He made love to her slowly and tenderly, focussing his attention entirely on her and using his body to bring her as much pleasure as he possibly could; wanting this to be as close to perfect for Rose, his Rose, as he could make it. Rassilon, he loved this woman.

I wish today was just like every other day
'Cause today has been the best day
Everything I ever dreamed ...