Fic, The Lady in the Fireplace, 23/32: COMING TOGETHER, Part III

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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.

[Spotlight on center stage; a redhead sashays into it, followed by a brunette techie carrying her microphone. She sets the mic down in front of the redhead, *winces* at the immediate feedback, and runs offstage to check the soundboard. After a minute, a hand in a 'thumbsup' gesture pokes out from behind the curtain.]
melinda_kitty: *clears throat*
melinda_kitty: "Okay, so here's the dealio...
melinda_kitty: "I'm now the victim of my own success (and the support of my fen). I was successful at the PitchFest, and as a result am now elbows-deep in a new screenplay. This means I'm going to have to abandon all hope of catching up with comments any time soon. I'll have to just give you the unsatisfying reassurance that I really DO read everything, and appreciate all comments."
ophymirage: *pokes head out from behind curtain* "In even more unfortunate news, this also means that she's postponing Faithful for another few days."
melinda_kitty: *shoos techie offstage* "AS I was saying: At the risk of being chased around the 'net by all my passionate fen, I must delay Faithful until Sunday. I have the chance to get a year-long, paid fellowship, and the application process MUST eat my life until the manuscript and accompanying package is in the mail. I love you all madly. You make writing fun. I have LOTS of twists in store."

On with the show:

(In which one Doctor is Naughty and the other is Nice. But Who is Who?)

You know you like to watch. ;)



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

Rose follows his gaze. A silken ribbon dangles over the edge of the console. She shoots Ten a Look. He raises his hands in submission. “Me? Why does everyone always think it’s me? I’m completely innocent.”

Rose and Nine exchange a look. “Riiiiiiiight,” they say.

Grumbling, Ten goes over to the console. Stares. Begins to laugh. He holds up a velvet blindfold, its silken ribbons fluttering. “Not even I could think up something this good.”

“You want to blindfold me?” She gathers her outrage. “But I wouldn’t be able to tell who...” Then she thinks about it. “... was... who...” She grins. This will be really good. “All right then.” She glances down at Nine. “You game?”

“For you, love?” he says. “Always.”

Nine stands. Offers her a gentlemanly hand up. She takes the blindfold from Ten. Presses it to her eyes. Nine ties it.

“All right, Rose?” he murmurs in her ear with that heavenly bedroom voice of his.

She nods, nearly vibrating with anticipation.

“Just say the word.” Ten kisses her gently. “And it ends. No questions. No arguments.”

“This is for you, Rose,” Nine agrees.

Even blind, she can still feel them. The muscled press of Nine’s chest and hips. The smoothness of Ten’s chest beneath her hands. Living. Strange. Four heartbeats. The sighing of two sets of lungs. The rhythm of the blood in their veins. If she reached, she could see all their past and all their future. As it is, the present is too much fun to bother with anything else.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“We know.” There’s a smile in the dual whisper.

Then they’re gone. (They must’ve sent some silent signal, the sneaky bastards.) She hears the rustle of fabric. Sincerely hopes they’re undressing the rest of the way.

“Switch,” the Doctors say in unison. She can sense more movement, but has a hard time placing it. They have the same heartbeat. The same skin temperature. Once you peel away the superficial, they are the same person.

Gentle fingers take each one of her hands. Gentle lips kiss her knuckles. She sighs happily. They kiss across her palms. Find the sweet spot at each wrist. One Doctor’s mouth is gentle, the other grazes her skin with teeth and stronger suction. Counterpoint shivers sizzle up her arms.

They kiss their way up her arms, one sweet and nice, the other insistent and naughty. They caress her shoulders with lips and teeth, the one sweet and Nice, the other insistent and Naughty. (She is in such trouble. She can’t stop grinning.) Four hands wander. Nice hands slip across her belly. Naughty nails rake up her spine. Nice fingers caress the sensitive skin under her breasts. Naughty fingers nip at her nipples. And just as she thinks she knows which Doctor is which...

“Switch,” they say in unison. Both move, and she loses track of who goes which way. To confuse her even more, one snogs her hard. (Naughty) Turns her. The other teases her lips with his. (Nice) Turns her. Naughty rough hands are everywhere. Turn her. Nice gentle hands unbutton her jeans. Turn her. Naughty hands yank down the zip. Nice hands slip her jeans over her hips. Naughty snogs her senseless. Turns her into Nice’s arms. His lips are soft, sweet, tempting. Naughty devours her shoulder as if he wants to eat her alive.

She’s starting not to care who is who.

“Switch,” the Doctors say in unison.

They move around her, one hand on each of her upper arms. Naughty grabs her by the wrists. Crosses her arms over her chest. Growls a warning in her ear. Nice slides her jeans down, hands lingering, slow and sensuous. Naughty devours the side of her neck. (She’ll be sporting a gorgeous love bite tomorrow. The thought makes her grin between pants.) Nice slides her knickers down her legs. She kicks them off. Naughty’s hands tighten on her wrists. Another growl, warning. Nice slides smooth hands up her legs. Hot breath at her hip. She moves her legs apart slightly, inviting.

Naughty works his way up the side of her neck with lazy bites that are as much lips and tongue as teeth. Nice’s hands cup her bum. A sweet, soft tongue laps at her. Hot breath on already sensitized flesh. Her breath shivers out of her. Nice tastes her deeply. Naughty holds her firmly.

A harsh voice in her ear. (God, she really can’t recognize him. This is a Doctor she’s never known before.) Dirty fantasies. Dirty promises. Dirtier suggestions. All the places he wants to take her. Literally.

Nice’s mouth brings her closer. Closer. She begs for it. “Doctor!”

Naughty nips her earlobe. Digs fingernails into her pulse points. Nice laps faster, gentle determination. She cries out. Begs shamelessly. God, she’s almost there.

“Switch,” the Doctors say.

She could kill them both. “No, don’t bloody switch!”

Naughty slams her hands, palms down, on the console. Bends her over. Slides in hard from behind. (Oh God!) Rocks her onto the balls of her feet with each thrust. Hard hands on her hips. A hard voice in her ear. She comes hard. He doesn’t relent. Nice licks his way up her front. Rides her every movement. Naughty shags her hard enough that she wouldn’t be able to see straight even without the blindfold. That sentient cock knows every place inside. Seeks them all, relentless. He plays her like the virtuoso he is. She grasps the edge of the console with white knuckles.

Naughty bends over her. Curls rough hands under her shoulders. Pulls her back as he thrusts forward. She widens her stance. Welcomes him. (Please don’t let her faint!) Nice gently draws one nipple into his mouth. Circles the other with a soft touch that makes Naughty’s searing thrusts even better. Reaches between her legs. Teases her clit in time to Naughty’s strokes.

The orgasm builds sweetly. Rolls her from head to toes and back again in waves. She screams hoarsely. Dares Naughty to do more. Begs him... And he...

The pleasure breaks over her. Consumes her. Leaves her wrung out and panting.

“Switch,” say the Doctors.

“Wait,” she says. “I need... break.” That was much more coherent inside her head. Her knees are shaking so hard she’s afraid if she lets go she’ll fall.

Naughty pulls out without warning. Picks her up. Slings her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. She tries to catch her breath. (God, did he come? She’s not sure. If not, she’s in even more serious trouble. And she still can’t stop grinning.)

Naughty sets her down. Pulls her down onto the sofa, her back to his chest. (She takes a certain satisfaction in how hard he’s breathing. His hearts are racing.) He holds her, his touch surprisingly gentle. Nice kisses her. She holds out uncoordinated arms to him. He lays down with his head on her shoulder. (God, neither of them are finished yet. She’s died and gone to Heaven.)

Naughty kisses her temple. It’s an oddly affectionate gesture from a man who just shagged her within an inch of losing consciousness. She smiles. “I love you two.”

Both of them give a nonverbal purr, happy. She snuggles down, blissfully sandwiched between two Doctors.

Someone tips a glass to her lips. Water. Thank God. She drinks. The cool water soothes her throat. (By the time this is over, she probably won’t be able to talk, but it’ll be worth it.) “Thanks.”

Nice kisses her, a gentle whisper of lips. His are cool. She cups his jaw. Reaches into his mind. Draws him into hers. He follows eagerly. She reaches for Naughty.

“Not yet,” says the rough whisper in her ear. Naughty grabs her wrists. Stretches her arms up over her head. Nips at her neck. Nice teases her opening with a cock that has more than a mind of its own. Traces. Touches. She scooches down. Raises her knees on either side of his hips. Invites him. He kisses her. Works his way in. Slow. Gentle. He blends his experiences with hers. Lets her feel his pleasure. It’s a very different kind of torture. Alien intimacy.

Nice takes his time. Makes sure she feels every millimetre of him. Deeper. Deeper still. She melts beneath him. Opens her whole mind and body to him. Welcomes him. Fights to free her hands so she can touch him. Naughty tightens his hold on her wrists. Growls a warning in her ear. She submits.

And she still can’t stop grinning.

Nice withdraws. She sobs a curse. Gentle hands pull her to him. He kneels. Slides inside. The angle arches her back. He hits a whole new set of spots. (Oh GOD!) Naughty holds her wrists hard. (Dear God in Heaven they’re going to kill her with pleasure!) Nice holds her, hips pressed to hers. Moves without withdrawing. Brings her once... Twice... Three times...

“PLEASE!”

Nice begins to thrust gently. Gentle hands harden on her hips. (She makes noises she didn’t know humans could make.) Nice speeds the rhythm. Reaches between them. Finds her clit with a sure, gentle thumb. Brings her.

Dammit, Naughty won’t relent, no matter how she begs him. Hard hands on her wrists. Gentle hardness deep within her. Nice lets her feel how close he is. She pulls him into her mind. Brings him with her as pleasure rolls her.

She arches in ecstasy as he comes. Fills his mind with every sensation. He screams, hoarse. Fills her body with every ounce of his pleasure.

Nice is a pleasant weight on top of her. Naughty releases her wrists slowly. She wraps her arms around Nice. Locks her legs around his waist. (Just let him stay here forever.) He gasps for breath. Presses kisses to her neck and face. She kisses him sweetly. Pulls his head to her shoulder. Savours being in the middle.

Naughty strokes her arms with gentle fingers.

(One down, one to go.)

She tips her head back. Hopes Naughty can see her grin. He’s a dead man.

He chuckles.

“Switch,” she and Naughty say in unison.

The act of switching isn’t as graceful as she’d imagined. The geometry of three people is a little more chaotic than two, especially when one of them is blindfolded and another is uncoordinated from a really excellent orgasm. (She takes Nice’s clumsiness as a compliment. It takes a lot to undo a Doctor.)

Nice settles onto his back, still slightly breathless.

Naughty hauls her onto his lap. “Ready?” says the rough whisper.

“Bring it,” she says.

Naughty’s lips curve. Part into a grin. He snogs her bruised. Parts her legs so she’s straddling him. Teases her still-wet opening with that glorious cock. “What do you want?” says the rough whisper.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

His head circles her. (The bastard.) “What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” She means it too. The bastard’s good enough to make anyone beg.

His hand fists in her hair. Pulls her head back. Lips and teeth graze her exposed neck. “Please what?”

“Please, Doctor.”

He slides in hard. Claims her. She laughs, breathless. She’s slick inside, and every movement feels incredible. She tangles her fingers in his hair. Snogs him deeply. Rides every thrust. He pulls her head to the side. Bites. Hard. Harder.

Fierce, deep thrusts. She ravages his back with her nails. Looses the ability to think. He releases her hair. Pulls her off of him. Flips her over onto her knees. Slides in from behind. She sobs in pleasure. He keeps a brutal, beautiful rhythm.

Nice’s gentle hands cup her face. Thumbs caress her cheek. “Please,” says a gentle whisper. “I want more?”

She manages a grin. “Then come here.”

Nice lowers her head. Guides her to the head of him. (God, the man recovers quickly. Good to know for future reference.) She inhales his length hungrily.

Naughty’s hands are hard at her hips. Nice gasps sweetly as she draws him in. Deep. Deeper. He hits the back of her throat. Naughty’s strokes push her mouth onto Nice. Rough, but not too rough. (She is definitely in Heaven.) She sucks hard with each thrust. Tastes herself. Tastes him. Savours being sweetly ravished. Pleasure lightnings through her. Sustains. Heat between her legs. Heat in her throat. Sheen of sweat. Nice’s hands in her hair, gently encouraging. The cries of the two men who love her past reason.

A female presence threads its way into her mind. Through her, into the Doctors’ minds. The TARDIS waits. In a flash of coherent thought, Rose understands the plan. What the TARDIS intended from the start. What she promises in return. What she wants Rose to do for the man she’s loved for centuries. It’s more than a fair trade, and Rose silently agrees before the pleasure overwhelms her again.

The female presence waits, patient.

Naughty slips strong fingers between Rose’s legs. Caresses her as he thrusts. With a muffled cry, she draws Nice deeper down her throat.

When they reach the moment of climax, the TARDIS pounces. She can touch any point in time. She rolls them back. Lets them experience the moment of orgasm again. Rolls them back. Switches each perspective to give them the pleasure of one of the others. Rolls them back again... Switch... Roll... Switch... Roll... Switch... Roll... Switch...

Rose tastes eternity with both pairs of lips.



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Crossposted to: time_and_chips