Intoxication

by Blaidd_Drwg [Reviews - 3]

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  • All Ages
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  • Het, Romance

Author's Notes:
The next step of the after effects of The White Jafruschti...

Intoxicated


The slight pain that ensued when his slightly broken nose pressed against her cheek was lost completely in the flurry of what was happening, numbed by the warmth that spread throughout his body, urging him on when his mind screamed at him to stop.
The smouldering desire that had lain dorment for so long, now burned with an unrivalled ferocity.
The Doctor and Rose Tyler...
Hydrogen and Helium...drawn together by an unseen gravitational force, whose source, unfathomable even to the Time Lord, brought them into the inescapable process...two entities, swirling towards each other...ever closer...until finally...

...the collision...

A mixing rush of elements, reacting violently against each other in a burst of chemical need. Dazzling explosions...flashes of light and colour, whose birth would have previously been thought impossible. Striving towards the peak of reaction, only to be faced with yet a new catalyst...


The pair, grappling desperately with one another, bodies pressed so tightly, they could've merged into one and neither would have noticed...or even cared.
They struggled for balance upon the uneven ground, wobbling, swaying this way and that, whilst an army of leaves, vines, branches and stalks battled against them for supremacy of the botanical haven they were currently destroying; although quite uncosnsciously done.

Four hands in the equation.
One splayed upon the small of her back, drawing her closer...a smaller one repeating the action on the base of his neck.
Another rested in between her shoulder blades, whilst the final extremity wandered across his dark outer-layer of skin...slipping...drawing across a field of green, Bitruvian wool...then the core...

The palm of her hand made contact with the warm stripe of skin that her curiousity had revealed...fingers crawling up his right side...tickling...caressing...reminding...

An orchid screeched wildly for attention, and the Doctor awoke from his fantasy...

His pale-blue eyes, ignited with lust, suddenly extinguished with that one, high-pitched scream of reality.
Eyelids snapped open...

Rose's tongue slid against his own...a truly terrifying, yet beautiful motion...but he couldn't respond.



"You can't!!!"



She should've felt it coming...the way he trembled when she touched him...she should've known.

Within an instant, he'd torn his lips away - with much unspoken reluctance - and stared at her.

Trying his best to be as discreet as possible, he ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, adamant that he wouldn't forget that one moment.
It was all he would allow himself.

She saw what he was doing and her once ecstatic expression faded to one that questioned him...his actions...what he was doing...and ultimately, WHY he was doing this to them...to himself...to her...

A cold fear took him, and he pulled away, slipping from her grasp, releasing her from his, and backing away...petrified of her...what she made him do...feel...

"The...the...a...I...uh..."

This was painful...excruciatingly painful...

"The kettle's burning...I've got to go...I...I..."

He stumbled backwards, falling flat on his back, a crumpled mess in the flowerbed, scrambling madly through the dirt.

"Doctor?"

"Get away! No! Kettle...burn! Not good! Got to go! MUST GO! TARDIS things..."

The Time Lord grabbed onto the branch of a nearby shrub to drag himself back onto his feet...upon doing which...he did the only thing he knew how...the one way he knew to deal with any situation that demanded any sort of emotional input from himself...

"RUN!"

The Doctor barged through the foliage, completely disregarding his own garden-rules, as he made for the door.

He was right...he couldn't do this...

No matter how much he told himself he could hide, surpress, run from his feelings...
No matter how much he tried to control and deny himself...
No matter how much he wanted to free himself from the snare, it just kept getting tighter and tighter the more he resisted and struggled.

Rose had broken him...

He wanted her.
He needed her.
But he wouldn't let himself have her.

She was too good for him, even though she would probably argue otherwise if he'd even given her a chance to speak...she didn't deserve someone as shattered and broken as he...and he definitely didn't deserve to be anywhere near her after what he'd done.

It was so unlike him...so...so domestic...

So...

HUMAN...

This sort of thing wasn't meant to happen...
He deserved to be punished for all that he'd done, not rewarded with Rose.

His Rose...
His beautiful...warm...forgiving...lo-

"Stop it! Just stop it! You can't! You said yourself, you can't have her! I warned you! I warned you this would happen! But you wouldn't listen! You never do, do you?! You just let those stupid hearts of yours run away with themselves, and now look what mess you've got yourself in. 'Stupid ape!' Look at yourself! Idiot Time Lord! Time Idiot!"

His booted feet pounded back down the corridors, following the same route he'd taken to reach the garden in the first place, though making a different turn...upstairs...into the expanse that was his wardrobe.
Rails and rails and rails of clothes...he'd be able to hide in there, surely?

Rose had been with him long enough to know that he usually immersed himself in work when he was trying to avoid something...

What he didn't know, was that she knew him well enough to know that she would know this, and so, go to the last place he'd think she'd think of looking...

Rushing across the cavernous room, he ducked under the first rail he came to, and dove in between his collection of intergalactic fashion-oddities, drowning himself in fabric.

He whimpered...partly in shame for his own weakness...and partly for the pain his hearts were causing him...the pair of them were pining for the reassuring beat...the "cardiovascular companionship" of hers...
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The orchid didn't stop crying out until Rose shot it a venomous glare.

"You! You...YOU!"

She bit her tongue, and half considered popping the flower from it's vine, and would have, if she hadn't thought, and realised that the Doctor might not appreciate her desecrating his proud garden without his permission.
Instead, she gave it a sharp flick, and turned her gaze to the path the Doctor had forged through the middle of his TARDIS jungle...

She was hurt...no matter how many times she told herself how difficult this must be for him...that he didn't "do domestic"...though she could argue that what they just did do, definitely wasn't domestic...not in the slightest.

All she could do now was try and find him, for she knew that the longer she left it, left him to think about it and let the guilt fester - which she knew he would be doing, because it was a flaw-filled habit of his - that the barriers that he was making between the would only grow stronger and gradually more impenetrable.

She didn't want that, and she knew full well from what he'd done in the garden, that he didn't either.

"We did just do that, didn't we? I didn't imagine it....did I?"

No...she could still taste him...she couldn't help run her tongue over her lips, round the inside of her mouth just as she'd seen him do, even if he hadn't realised it.
She could still feel thepressure of his hands against her skin, and she couldn't help but crave for him...just one more touch...
They couldn't leave it at that...surely?

Exiting the garden-room, she remembered just how careless the Time Lord could be...

Muddy footprints...a reliable guide for her to follow and find where he was skulking.

He couldn't lie to her now.
Couldn't hide behind alcohol.
Couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, or he didn't care...

He had no excuses this time.

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"Doctor?"

Once again, he heard her before he saw her, but he hadn't the strength to carry on the chase.
He was tired, both physically and mentally...emotionally.
Just sitting there in and amongst his old attire, remembering his past incarnations and the lives he'd lead...past mistakes...regrets.
Nine hundred years and he'd thought he might learned by now.
He had to stop running, if not from everything else, but from himself, from Rose, and the idea of them...being...

What they'd done in the garden was just a confirmation of their suspicions.
No more assumptions.
No more doubts.
A fresh slate.

Frightened and weak as his voice sounded to himself, he answered her.

"Rose?"