In Your Dreams
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By Sonic Jules
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Disclaimer: Doctor Who and the characters of said show do not belong to me, no matter how hard I've wished for it. (And it's not that I want to really own him, but playing with him for a while would be rather nice...) No infringement meant to the owners and associates, nor BBC.
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A/N 1: This is an adult story (hence the "M" rating) and was written a while ago by me, penned under another name on another website. At the bottom of the last chapter (chapter six) will be the location and the reveal of that alter-ego of mine, in case you'd like to read the more intimate parts which have been removed from this version of the story to comply with ffnet.
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A/N 2: A big 'thank-you' to my beta Catharticone, who helped with, guided, advised and corrected this story. She beta'd the original, not this one after I edited it down. Any mistakes found within these chapters are strictly my own.
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Chapter One:
Intimate Dreaming
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She could feel his breath, warmer than she expected as it intensified, his lips kissing a heated trail up her calf. His fingers were soft, barely touching her skin as they moved upward with his mouth, filling his senses with her.
Without thought she opened herself freely to him, inviting him to continue his path. The Doctor moaned in response, rewarding her with a long, wet lick just behind her left knee. Rose felt heat flash hotly in her throughout her entire body.
He spread her legs wider, licking hungrily on his upward journey as he reached her thighs, where he slowly switched from left to right, giving each limb his full attention. Rose closed her eyes, groaning as her body responded, throbbing in perfect rhythm to his every stroke and kiss on her flesh.
When the Doctor moved further to the apex of her thighs, she shivered as his breath tickled her most sensitive skin. Rose looked down at him, meeting his black eyes with her own, seeing the lust within them. Another shiver ran through her as he neared her further. She moaned long and hard.
"Rose!"
She bolted straight up, the sheet and duvet crumpling into her lap before she realized she'd been dreaming. Breathing heavily, she looked all around, her eyes finally landing at the foot of her bed where the Doctor stood, watching her with worry.
"Rose, are you all right?"
"What?"
The Doctor walked around to the side of her bed, sitting down next to her. "I asked if you were all right," he said softly, his hand wrapping around her wrist surreptitiously as he checked her pulse.
"Yeah." She looked around a moment before meeting his eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I was walking down the corridor when I heard you moaning. I knocked on the door but you didn't answer, and when I opened your door, you moaned again. Are you in pain?" he asked, removing his hand from her wrist and placing it across her forehead.
Rose jerked away from his touch slightly. "I'm fine. Must've been dreamin' or somethin'."
"Or something," he repeated. "Your pulse is elevated slightly, and even though I don't believe you have a fever, you are a little flushed. Perhaps we should go to the Infirmary. I can run some tests and -"
"No, Doctor. I'm really fine. Was just dreamin', that's all. How long've I been sleepin'?"
The Doctor stared at Rose for a moment, a look that said he would not be distracted from his worry. He then sighed. "About three hours and fifteen minutes, by my estimate."
"No wonder I still feel tired. Really, I'm all right. Nothin' hurts, and nothin's ailin' me." She looked at him, but when he didn't budge she continued. "I'm sorry if I bothered you."
"Oh, it was no bother. I'm merely concerned, that's all." He continued to observe her appraisingly. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes, Doctor," she answered, her words followed by yawn.
"Very well," he said as he stood. "I'll leave you to rest, then."
Rose watched the Doctor leave, nodding at him as he pulled her door closed. She then flopped backwards into her pillows, sighing loudly with frustration.
Yes, she'd been dreaming, but damn if it hadn't been one hell of a dream. She doubted she'd be able to sleep at all, just thinking about it. And there was really no way not to think about it.
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The Doctor had just maneuvered the TARDIS into the Vortex as Rose sat down on the jump seat, feeling a bit weary from their latest adventure. What little sleep she'd had before was no help, either. But today she'd met Queen Victoria! And even more amazing to her, she'd seen a real, live werewolf. It was utterly unbelievable what she'd experienced just within the last twenty-four hours, and utterly exhausting when Rose realized she hadn't slept in at least that long.
The Time Lord turned away from the console and faced her, voicing her thoughts aloud. "You look a bit ... tired."
"Yeah, well." She stood. "It's been a long day. I'm gonna go take a nice, hot shower, and then I'm goin' to bed." She walked up to the Time Lord then hugged him. "Thank you," she whispered, just before placing a kiss on his cheek.
He grinned down at his companion. "What for?" he asked softly.
"Everything."
"You're welcome," he answered, watching her walk toward the corridor.
"Night, Doctor."
"Good night, Rose. Sweet dreams."
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To be continued...
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