Fic, The Lady in the Fireplace, 22/32: COMING TOGETHER, Part II

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Story: The Lady in the Fireplace
Author: Melinda Kitty melindakitty
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Reinette, King of France and (eventually) Ninth Doctor
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, abuse of REALLY good champagne, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did, Rose would be more BadWolf and less Angst, Ten would post a sign on the door sayin' "If the TARDIS is a rockin', don't come a knockin'", and half of their adventures through time and space would consist of finding new and unusual places to have a juicy shag.
Spoilers: AU, DURING "The Girl in the Fireplace". If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you WILL be spoilered. I like to mess with canon. And you have my word that -- despite how this starts -- I'm a passionate Rose/Ten shipper.
Summary: OTP Rose/Ten with a lot of interesting liaisons along the way. So what exactly DID Ten do in Versailles? This French farce will have love, drama, sex, and eventually as close to a happy ending as I can manage. Be forewarned, though, I may take you places that would make RTD's head explode.

[Hi folks! Ophymirage reporting for posting duty today; MelindaKitty is at a screenwriting conference, where she gets to pitch her ideas at Hollywood people, so y'all cross fingers for her, okay?]

On with the show:

(In which things start getting kinky and we find out what setting 6669-A is for.)



Nine tears his eyes away long enough to glance at Ten. “She good as all that?”

Ten, spellbound, nods.

Nine swallows hard. “Right.” He takes a deep breath. “Task at hand.”

Ten nods again. Snaps out of it. Both Doctors work even faster than before. (Mission accomplished.)

Rose has to speed up her own attentions so the ice lolly doesn’t melt on her. Eating hurriedly isn’t quite as sexy as the slow draw, but sometimes practicality wins over sexy. She does take extra care to make some good slurping noises though. (Both Doctors try and fail to ignore her.) She pauses at the moment when the TARDIS shivers through space and time. Slips into some half-place completely new and strange.

The Doctors pause too, holding their breaths. Adjusting. Feeling with senses she doesn’t quite have words for.

Nothing explodes... Or catches fire... Or shoots sparks...

The energies of the place outside the TARDIS have a different tone to them. Rose hadn’t realized how attuned she’d become to the universe until it changed. It’s like a sudden silence after a lifetime of hearing the same tune.

She reaches out to the TARDIS with her mind. “You all right?” she murmurs.

“Never better,” Nine replies. His grin fades as he realizes who she’s actually talking to. “Since when do you talk to the TARDIS?”

The TARDIS purrs an unspoken reply to Rose. Gives her a reassuring mental caress.

“And since when does she answer back?” Nine glares at Ten. “What the Hell have you done to Rose?”

Ten raises both hands in submission. Gives Nine a look of genuine innocence.

Nine storms around the console. Grabs Ten by the lapel of his coat. “So help me if you...” He realizes he’s touching Ten. Jerks his hand away.

Both Doctors squeeze their eyes shut. Wait for the universe to implode. (Or explode.)

Nothing happens.

Ten peeks an eye open. “Are we dead?”

“Don’t think so,” says Nine. “There’s usually an earth-shattering kaboom first.” He glares at Ten. “And don’t change the subject, you. What have you done to Rose?”

“Doctor,” says Rose. Both of them look at her. “I’m fine. Really. It’s just been a very strange day. Days. Whatever.”

“Oh really?” Nine looks her up and down with that gaze she swears is part x-ray vision. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the two of you doing something with your minds earlier. You’re lovely and I’m grateful, Rose, but I’m also not stupid.”

Ten glances at Rose, warning. She tries to look innocent. “What are you on about?” she says to Nine.

“Me mind,” says Nine. “Something you lot are keeping from me.” He folds his arms. “Out with it.”

“Paradox,” says Rose.

“Convenient excuse, that,” says Nine. “We’re outside of normal space-time. The Rift, no less. Usual rules don’t apply here. I’ve come with you this far, but I want to know what I’m in for, so out with it or I take my tinker toys and go home.”

Rose looks to Ten, pleading.

He looks back, warning.

She raises her eyebrows, arguing.

He glares, refusing.

They end in a stalemate of eye contact.

Nine looks a bit unnerved. “Is it bad as all that?”

Rose shakes her head no. “Some of it’s really good. But it’s...” She looks to Ten.

“Complicated?” Ten supplies.

Rose nods. “Very complicated.”

“Well I assume I’m going to turn up me toes pretty soon,” says Nine, “‘cause Rose isn’t much older than when she went for groceries this morning. So I assume there’s lots of things ahead that I haven’t planned for, but...” He pauses, thinking. “Then again, do I really want to know how I’m going to die?”

A cold drip on the back of her hand startles Rose. She laps it. Inhales the last bits of ice lolly. Swallows hurriedly. (Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Still cold, that.) She gets up. Threads her arms around Nine’s waist. Presses her head to his shoulder.

“Would it help?” She runs her hands up his back. “If I said you were a hero to the last?”

He smiles. “Might do, yeah.” He kisses her, gently. Grins. “Hero, you say?”

“To the last,” says Ten.

Nine sets a tentative hand on Ten’s shoulder, testing. “Seems okay. Whatever we did must’ve worked.”

Ten nods. “That’s because we are brilliant.” He grabs Nine’s face. Kisses him hard.

Rose has the feeling it was intended as a joke, but it doesn’t stay joking for long. The Doctors’ eyes widen in surprise, then close in pleasure. The kiss becomes a full-blown snog. As their mouths move together, Rose can’t decide whether to be jealous or turned on. She moves back to get a better view while she decides.

Nine’s hands alight on Ten’s waist. Rose remembers how lovely that tongue is. The Doctors are almost the same height, though Ten is much slighter in build. In a weird sort of way, they fit. (And Rose hadn’t thought she swung that way, but a snog that hot could swing any girl.)

The Doctors wear identical looks of slightly-disturbed surprise when they part.

“Well,” says Nine.

“That was...” Ten fumbles for words.

“Unexpectedly good?” Nine supplies. He nods. “New teeth,” he comments. “That’s weird.”

“You get used to them,” says Ten. He cocks his head, curious. “You’re the wrong gender and technically you’re me. Why would...?”

“Time Lord,” says Nine.

The two exchange a grin. “Best lay in the universe,” they say in unison.

Nine is about to snog Ten again when Rose clears her throat. The Doctors look at her as if both had forgotten she was there. (Though they both have the decency to be shame-faced.) She draws the empty (but still tasty) stick of the ice lolly into her mouth. Licks it clean with a few suggestive strokes of her tongue.

She gives them a bedroom-eyed look. “Am I still invited?”

The Doctors look at each other with regret.

“Later?” says Nine.

“Cheeky,” says Ten. Both grin.

Each Doctor reaches out a hand to Rose. She takes them, grinning so hard she swears she might break her face. They pull her into their arms. Hold her close. For a moment, she just breathes in the mix of scents. Spice of musk. Old leather. Champagne. Aftershave. Two Doctors.

(So much to do, so little time.)

She turns to Ten. Rips his coat open. Buttons fly. “Hey!” he says.

She smothers his objections in a deep snog. “Sew ‘em back on later.”

He returns the kiss with increasing interest. “Sod it.” He loosens his tie. “Could do with a new one anyway.” He ducks out of his tie. Fumbles with the buttons on his shirt.

Nine turns Rose around. She licks up the side of his neck. He makes a contented sound in his throat. Cups her face in his hands. She breathes in the scent of warm leather. Helps him shed his coat. Pulls the jumper over his head. (Her hands are shaking with a heady mix of nerves and anticipation.)

Two pairs of hands slip beneath her shirt. Her breath catches. Ten breathes her name in her ear. Nine kisses up the other side of her neck. As one, the Doctors lift her shirt up over her head. Ten pulls it backward. Traps her arms behind her.

“What...?”

“Turnabout is foreplay,” purrs Ten.

Nine snogs her and she forgets everything. Ten’s fingertips trace the waistline of her jeans. Her arms are trapped by the t-shirt against his chest. His skin is smooth, but slightly cooler than a human’s. (And she can’t move her arms, dammit.) Nine kisses up one side of her throat and down the other. (She pants like she’s just run a marathon. Feels behind her for that lovely hardness.) Ten dodges. His fingers slip over her hip bones. Nine kisses down her collarbone with a graze of teeth. Ten nibbles her earlobe. Warm breath makes her shiver deliciously.

“6669,” Ten murmurs.

“What?” says Rose.

“A.” Nine gives a brief grin.

Both Doctors pull their sonic screwdrivers from somewhere. Dial intently. She’s about to laugh or scold them when the familiar buzz sounds in stereo.

It’s not unlike being electrified. Searing pleasure from the one, waves of bliss from the other. Moving. Over her shoulder. Across her waist. Circling her breast. Dipping lower. She arches against Ten’s chest. “You have... vibrator... setting?” she manages.

“‘Course,” says Nine. Sensuous lips and waves of bliss travel downward.

“Never know what might come,” Ten murmurs in her ear, “in handy.”

Nine kisses his way back up to her throat. Searing pleasure moves over her hip. Finds a sweet spot between her legs. She arches, arms trapped by the shirt. Ten makes a minor adjustment to his screwdriver. He kisses his way down her shoulder. Waves of bliss match cadence with searing pleasure.

She comes screaming.

They catch her. Hold her. Cover her with kisses. Someone’s mouth gently presses to hers. Teases her.

Someone slides the shirt off her arms. Shivering pleasantly, she reaches into his mind.

“What the Hell?” says Nine.

Oops. Wrong Doctor.

“Rose,” says Ten, alarmed.

“What was that?” Nine looks over her shoulder to Ten.

Ten pauses. Sighs. “Bollocks. Sorry, Rose. Didn’t catch you in time.”

“What in the Hell did you do to her?” says Nine.

She tips her head up. Looks at Ten. He gives an expressive shrug. “I’m just making this up as I go along. We don’t tell him, he gets pissy. We do tell him, it might wreck the future. Honestly, I’ll take a wrecked future over pissy any day.”

“But...Paradox?” she says.

“Sod paradox,” says Ten. “The tapes in my head don’t match this anyway. Everything is new. Everything keeps changing. And if we don’t and can’t know how things were supposed to happen, why worry about it?”

She smiles. “You mean I can blame you if everything goes wrong?”

“Like you wouldn’t anyway.” He kisses her temple, a smile in his voice.

“Pot kettle,” she says. She looks to Nine. “Things have changed.”

“Really?” he says, sarcasm caustic. “Hadn’t noticed.”

She gives him a stern look. He softens. She reaches deeper into his mind. Pulls up the memory of their first kiss. He smiles. She runs it forward a bit. Lets him relive vividly how it felt to have her arch against him in pleasure. To know he could touch her like that.

Nine relaxes. Sighs, smiling.

She pulls him into her own mind. Reaches for Ten. Pulls him in too. Draws them back into her own memories. Ten’s mouth between her legs. Nine’s purr in her ear. The twin sonic cadences that just made her loose all control.

Nine is out of breath. He stares at her in wonder, then glances at Ten. “What is she?”

She can feel Ten’s shrug. “Buggered if I know. I’ve been calling her ‘Humanity Mark Two’. No idea if there’s more of them.” He presses another kiss to Rose’s temple. “Fantastic isn’t she?” He holds her tightly. “And that’s why,” he says to Nine, “the deal is that you forget before you become me.”

Nine nods. “I understand.” He colours. Looks at Rose almost shyly. “Could you... do that again?”

She nods. “But first I need to sit down before I fall down.”

The Doctors half-escort, half-carry her to the sofa with gentle hands, quiet apologies, and a few stolen kisses. She lays down. Ten caresses her hair, still standing. She pillows Nine’s head on her shoulder. Pulls his mind into hers. Draws him into memories of pleasure again and again until he’s shivering in ecstasy.

He glances up at Ten, panting. “You’re right. I do want to be you.”

Ten grins. Glances over. “Hello,” he says. “What is that?”



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