"What... what do you mean, your barriers are down?" Rose didn't even try to keep the tremor out of her voice.
One supposes he could've just belted out 'Take me now!' That would, however, be a touch indecorous. He can still be a gentleman about these things.
"But... you nearly died back there - you're supposed to be recovering! You can't possibly want to... to - "
Clearly she does not read enough romance novels if she is not leaping upon the opportunity to experience the Life-Affirming Shagathon After Almost Dying cliché for herself. Silly, practical woman.
"You... you don't want...." the Doctor's voice had dropped to a mumble, and he collapsed back down to the bed, closing his eyes and visibly swallowing. "Sorry, I'm sorry. Was silly of me, really. I misunderstood. Just give me a minute - "
Do Time Lords denied experience blue brain? ;P
He grimaced, shifting in the bed. "Touching me isn't helping," he growled. "I'm doing my best to get my barriers back up and flooding my system isn't making it any easier."
Wow, that was tetchy. Did she say she wanted you to put your barriers back up? No, she just doesn't want you to come and go, as it were.
Alarmed, she watched the Doctor turn from her to curl into a tight ball, struggling to control himself.
Is he worried he'd actually force himself on her?
"I know," she hiccuped as she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her robe.
I shouldn't be smiling, but the thought of one of the high-and-mighty Sisters having to clean a robe that Rose used as a hanky is amusing me.
He smiled at her sheepishly. "I guess I find your fingers in my hair extremely relaxing?"
Dear gourd, if flailing around like you were using a kickboard in a pool is 'relaxing,' I'd hate to see what you'd do if she were making you hyper…
…I'll be ok, I can handle it."
She skated her fingertips experimentally across his bare chest, feeling and hearing his sharp intake of breath.
"Unless you are intent on teasing," he hissed.
Is it really all-or-nothing for him?
The Doctor brought her hand to his chest with a sigh. "I know that I made you cry before," he said in a low voice, not meeting her gaze. "But I promise... I'll do whatever you ask me to do. I'll learn what you like and how to please you - I'll do my best to make it good. I'll even try not to talk too much."
That is not why she was crying, you modo!
He was so tantalizingly close, and she could see that he was responding to her.
Being nekkid under a mere blanket would certainly make that possible!
"I think you should do whatever you like," the Doctor said, shyly reaching out his hand to her. A faint blush began to spread across his cheeks, and Rose's heart fluttered in her chest. His obvious embarrassment at even discussing the subject of sex was endearing, and she felt a swell of affection toward him.
*flashbacks to the omake*
"J-just to make sure I'm understanding correctly - sorry, still a bit fuzzy," he stammered, shyly looking up into her eyes. "You're to be the designated driver, then?"
It's not as though she's not had a bit of experience with the old stick shift at this point. ;D
"I... I don't know if it's something you can learn to do," the Doctor said, his voice unsteady.
I'm not sure he could handle it! And I don't think he is either.
"Rose, believe me, that won't be a problem," he said as he propped himself up on his elbows and toyed nervously with the hem of her robe. "And do we really have to talk about this now? And when I say now, I mean, right now?"
Wow, is he chomping at the bit.
He reached for her as she broke the kiss, and she shifted back, using both hands to grab his wrists and press them down to the mattress below. "Promise me you'll let me take care of you," she insisted.
"I'll try," he gasped, his arms twitching in Rose's grasp. "But no promises. Do your worst, Rose Tyler."
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One supposes he could've just belted out 'Take me now!' That would, however, be a touch indecorous. He can still be a gentleman about these things.
"But... you nearly died back there - you're supposed to be recovering! You can't possibly want to... to - "
Clearly she does not read enough romance novels if she is not leaping upon the opportunity to experience the Life-Affirming Shagathon After Almost Dying cliché for herself. Silly, practical woman.
"You... you don't want...." the Doctor's voice had dropped to a mumble, and he collapsed back down to the bed, closing his eyes and visibly swallowing. "Sorry, I'm sorry. Was silly of me, really. I misunderstood. Just give me a minute - "
Do Time Lords denied experience blue brain? ;P
He grimaced, shifting in the bed. "Touching me isn't helping," he growled. "I'm doing my best to get my barriers back up and flooding my system isn't making it any easier."
Wow, that was tetchy. Did she say she wanted you to put your barriers back up? No, she just doesn't want you to come and go, as it were.
Alarmed, she watched the Doctor turn from her to curl into a tight ball, struggling to control himself.
Is he worried he'd actually force himself on her?
"I know," she hiccuped as she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her robe.
I shouldn't be smiling, but the thought of one of the high-and-mighty Sisters having to clean a robe that Rose used as a hanky is amusing me.
He smiled at her sheepishly. "I guess I find your fingers in my hair extremely relaxing?"
Dear gourd, if flailing around like you were using a kickboard in a pool is 'relaxing,' I'd hate to see what you'd do if she were making you hyper…
…I'll be ok, I can handle it."
She skated her fingertips experimentally across his bare chest, feeling and hearing his sharp intake of breath.
"Unless you are intent on teasing," he hissed.
Is it really all-or-nothing for him?
The Doctor brought her hand to his chest with a sigh. "I know that I made you cry before," he said in a low voice, not meeting her gaze. "But I promise... I'll do whatever you ask me to do. I'll learn what you like and how to please you - I'll do my best to make it good. I'll even try not to talk too much."
That is not why she was crying, you modo!
He was so tantalizingly close, and she could see that he was responding to her.
Being nekkid under a mere blanket would certainly make that possible!
"I think you should do whatever you like," the Doctor said, shyly reaching out his hand to her. A faint blush began to spread across his cheeks, and Rose's heart fluttered in her chest. His obvious embarrassment at even discussing the subject of sex was endearing, and she felt a swell of affection toward him.
*flashbacks to the omake*
"J-just to make sure I'm understanding correctly - sorry, still a bit fuzzy," he stammered, shyly looking up into her eyes. "You're to be the designated driver, then?"
It's not as though she's not had a bit of experience with the old stick shift at this point. ;D
"I... I don't know if it's something you can learn to do," the Doctor said, his voice unsteady.
I'm not sure he could handle it! And I don't think he is either.
"Rose, believe me, that won't be a problem," he said as he propped himself up on his elbows and toyed nervously with the hem of her robe. "And do we really have to talk about this now? And when I say now, I mean, right now?"
Wow, is he chomping at the bit.
He reached for her as she broke the kiss, and she shifted back, using both hands to grab his wrists and press them down to the mattress below. "Promise me you'll let me take care of you," she insisted.
"I'll try," he gasped, his arms twitching in Rose's grasp. "But no promises. Do your worst, Rose Tyler."
Throwing down the gauntlet. Hee!