A/N: It's naughty. But sweet. Two more parts to come!
The First, First Time
Rose looked over at the Doctor. He was reading quietly in his favorite armchair. It was strange that he wasn't wearing his leather jacket and instead was in a grey long sleeved jumper that fit closely to the lines of his body. He was also wearing what appeared to be loose black sweatpants that she had never seen him wear before. If that wasn't already surprising, he was also barefoot.
She didn't know what to think of so much exposed skin. It was difficult not to look at him. Another Christmas special was on the telly, but she couldn't seem to concentrate on it. Her eyes kept finding the Doctor's exposed skin.
"You alright there Rose?"
She jumped at the sound of his voice and realized that she had been staring at his feet for quite awhile apparently.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just...never seen your feet before," she winced at the idiocy of the statement.
The Doctor gave her a big toothy grin, "Why Rose, I do believe you have a fetish."
Rose could feel the heat of a blush on her cheeks as she slumped further down on the couch. She felt the back of her shirt ride up, her skin coming into contact with the soft material.
Apparently the Doctor noticed as well because suddenly Rose wasn't the only one staring. This made her smile and she looked at him until he noticed what he was doing. When he did, he coughed loudly and went back to his book, averting her eyes all the way.
She kept looking at him, each time he turned a page, when he chuckled softly to himself or settled into the cushions. It was while she was looking at him and not the Christmas special on TV when she made her decision.
Before she could internally talk herself out of it, she stood up and stretched. Her feet were also bare and the hardwood floor was cold to the touch. Then she walked over to him. If he noticed her existence, he didn't let on until she was directly in front of him, staring down at him.
The Doctor looked up, "Something I can help you with?" He looked at her, quizzical. He lowered and closed his book.
Rose could feel her heart beat faster and faster, she could feel a bead of sweat on her brow, but there was no going back.
"Yeah," she breathed and ducked her head so her lips could meet his.
She felt the surprise in his body. His lips were still for a moment and in that same moment she felt recognition in hers. It's interesting how many feelings and thoughts one can have in one moment. She recognized that it might have been the worst mistake of her life, kissing this man. But she couldn't help but also recognize how right he felt on her lips.
Instead of moving away, she kissed his lips. Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders and for a second, she thought he was going to shove her away. What he did however, was encircle her and pulled her closer.
He finally began to move his lips, and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. The awkward stance made them separate for a instant. They looked at each other, their eyes burning until the Doctor stood up and they were a foot apart.
Rose didn't know what to say. She had made the first step, it was his turn to decide.
The Doctor raised his hand and let it tangle in her hair. He traced her cheekbone, all the while looking at his hand - as if it were a separate entity. He then traced her lips with his thumb. He looked up into her eyes then.
She hadn't moved, and had barely taken a breath.
He smiled then and moved closer to her still. He placed a hand on either side of her face and ducked to give her another kiss. They kissed for what felt like ages and seconds in one. Her hands ran from his scalp to the back of her neck, just below the jumper's collar. His hands tangled in her hair, down her back and rested at her waist, slightly inside her shirt, touching her skin.
Rose felt his grasp on her tighten as he raised her slightly, and suddenly she was being carried. She didn't know where he was taking her, but she really didn't care as long as he kept kissing her.
When they came up for a breath, she realized that he had taken her to his room. He let her down and she quickly glanced at the before-forbidden room. It was dark glimmers of light from the ceiling that looked like starlight that allowed her to see the drawings of geometric circles tacked to the walls, the rows and piles of books all around. The sight made her smile.
She felt his hand on her arm, turning her to face him. When she did, her smile faltered, but only because she had never seen that look on his face. The look that said he didn't have anything else in his mind, but her. It made her shiver.
Taking a step toward him, she placed her hands on the hem of his jumper, pulling it up. He didn't hesitate to help her remove it. She looked at his chest, his torso and with her fingertips, she traced the contours of his body. Rose dipped a fingertip below the waistband of his sweatpants, playfully tracing the band of his pants. She looked up at him, her tongue pressed to her teeth as she smiled.
He looked at her tongue and then back up to her eyes. He smiled a dangerous smile and in one motion, he crashed his lips with hers, stealing her breath. Not wasting a moment, he pulled her jumper up and off of her, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. The sudden nakedness threw him off for a second and he stopped kissing to look at her. She felt the same heat of a blush from earlier, except this time it caused her chest to redden slightly. It was the way he was looking at her - so territorial and raw. She thought she was dreaming.
When the shock wore off, he covered her body with his. The sensation of his skin made her gasp. She looked up at him and tip-toed to meet her lips to his. He grabbed her tighter and carried her to the bed.
He made his way down her body, kissing her chest and the underside of her breasts. Down her stomach until he came to her shorts and pants. Growing steadily impatient, he grabbed both their waistbands and pulled them down and off in one motion
Rose felt like giggling, and something of like a chortle passed through her lips. She quickly covered her mouth. The Doctor straddled her and took her hand off of her mouth. He smiled down at her, clearly pleased that she was enjoying herself. After a quick kiss, he scooted off the bed.
She watched him, as she raised herself on her elbows. While looking at her, he pulled down the remaining of his clothes and stepped out of them. Before she could say anything, he climbed back up on the bed and placed himself between her legs, gently spreading them apart. He hovered over her, kissed her lips, down to her neck and her chest. Then, he looked back up to her, one of his hands swiping a lock of hair from her face.
"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure, there is no going back." She sensed an inkling of worry in his words and tone.
Rose gave him a quick kiss, and said, "That's fine with me."
The Doctor gave her a sweet smile and kissed her. As the kiss deepened, Rose felt him enter her slowly. It was an exquisite feeling, like being kissed and adored all over. Once he filled her, she gave a little gasp.
Instantly worried, the Doctor asked, "Are you okay?"
She grinned and gave a breathy, "Oh, yes."
He began to rock against her, creating the deepest moans and noises from within both of them. The Doctor's hot breath fell against her neck and shoulder. Rose grasped at his back, her nails surely leaving streaks of red.
Again, it felt like forever and just seconds when it became too much, and Rose could feel herself coming to her limit. Suddenly it felt like an explosion behind her eyes as she let out a yell. She felt tingles from her scalp to her toes. Her eyes were closed, and she heard the Doctor not too long after with his own climax.
He turned on his back and then to his side, taking her with him. She nestled her back to his chest, his arms around her protectively. He gave her a kiss on her shoulder, causing her to shudder once more.
Rose felt his smile against her skin and she grinned as well.
"You think you're so impressive."
The Doctor chuckled and whispered in her ear, "I am so impressive."
Laughter filled the room, and then Rose remembered what she wanted to tell him.
"Yes, Rose?" his voice dark and low.
"Merry Christmas," she said as she snuggled deeper into him.
He dropped a kiss on her hair, "Merry Christmas, Rose."
And together they stayed, cuddling and kissing until he wanted to impress her some more