#parthumannet

“Thank you very much.”

“For what?” Rose asked, making up a big plate of eggs and toast and bacon.

She grabbed two forks before she set the plate in front of the Doctor. She pulled a chair up next to him and sat so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his thigh and she started picking at their shared plate. They’d used to eat breakfast like this on the TARDIS all those years ago, and now that Rose had him back, she figured they could continue the tradition. Her heart still ached with hurt and confusion at her Doctor, this one and the one that had left them behind, but she refused to deny herself, or this Doctor, any happiness as she sorted through her emotions.

“For this,” he murmured, gesturing to the food, and then to the kitchen and hallway. “For being you. For being so brilliant. For wanting me.”

Rose swallowed down the bite of toast, and turned to look at him. His eyes were wide and vulnerable, and she rested her hand on his thigh. He brought his hand up to cover it and he gave her fingers a squeeze.

“Of course I want you,” she said, rubbing her thumb across the back of his fingers. “I love you.”

The Doctor broke out in a slow grin that sent her heart stuttering in her chest.

“I love you, too,” he answered giddily.

Rose returned his smile and tilted her head up as he leaned down and she accepted his gentle kiss.

He pressed against her and whispered, “This is wrong.”

“Hmm, doesn’t feel wrong,” she murmured, looping her arms around his neck as she continued her slow grind against him.

The Doctor groaned lowly and rested his forehead against hers as he pushed back against her hips to get friction against his growing hard-on.

“Anyone could walk in on us,” he said, even as his eyes fluttered shut and he let his hands drop to rub and squeeze at her bum.

She dropped her hand to the front of his trousers and gave him a long, firm stroke through the fabric. He choked in a breath and thrust lightly into her hand.

“Guess we ought to stop then,” she teased, scraping her teeth against his jaw and giving him a final squeeze before she stepped away from him.

“On the other hand, we could keep going?” he suggested tightly.

“What the bloody hell is taking you two so long?”

The Doctor cringed at the sound of Jackie’s voice.

“You two’d better not be shagging! There’s a four year old in the house!”

“We had trouble finding a few ornaments is all!” Rose called back. “We’ll be down soon.”

They heard Jackie huff out a breath and turn to walk away.

Rose bit her lip and grinned up at the Doctor, and they both burst into a fit of giggles.

“C’mon, let’s finish decorating the house,” Rose said.

“Can’t we go home and decorate our own flat?” he asked hopefully.

“If you play nice and help us decorate, I’ll make it worth your while when we get home,” she promised, tracing her fingernail across the front of his trousers, where he was still semi-hard.

He shivered and exhaled raggedly.

“In that case,” he said hoarsely, “we’d best get busy. Allons-y, Rose Tyler!”

“Shit, are you bleeding?”

Rose grabbed a hand towel and thrust it at the Doctor, who had his palm slapped over the wound in his jaw.

“Nope, just a scratch,” the Doctor said, but when he moved his hand to accept the towel, Rose could see it was definitely more than just a scratch.

“Shit,” she mumbled. She cupped her hand around the back of his head and twined her fingers through his hair. She angled his head back so she could see his neck, and the thick rivulets of blood streaming from the gash in his jaw.

She pressed the towel to his neck as the Doctor washed his hands to the blood, and recapped the razor that had caused such a fuss.

“Rose, really, I’m fine,” he said softly, covering her hand over the towel.

“Guess I should’ve knocked,” she mumbled. “Not used to someone else living here.”

The Doctor nodded silently as Rose stood there pressing the cloth to his neck.

“I think it’s stopped,” the Doctor said, nudging her hand away to inspect the damage.

They both cringed at the deep, raw nick on his jaw.

“I suppose I ought to let you finish up,” Rose murmured, nodding at the shaving cream and the razor.

“You could stay,” he blurted, staring down at the blood-spotted towel in his hands. “Y’know. In case I need your medical expertise again?”

Another Nonnie prompted “I can’t breathe”, so I figured these two would work well together. And the other nonnie asked for Ten x Rose, but my muse made this Tentoo x Rose instead... I hope you still like it!

“I can’t breathe,” the Doctor gasped, clawing at his chest. His heart was racing in his chest and his vision was going spotty and he felt hot and clammy yet chilled and shivery, and this was it. This was how he died.

“Look at me,” Rose whispered softly, cupping is jaw gently. Her fingers brushed across his ashen cheeks as she urged him to look at her.

The Doctor could hardly focus, so he slammed his eyes shut and instead listened to the sound of her voice.

“Breathe,” she whispered. “Just breathe. Inhale...”

He gasped in a breath and huffed it out immediately as his lungs desperately worked for air.

“Doctor, focus,” she said firmly.

He felt pressure on his hands, and he realized Rose had picked up his hand from wherever it was. He seemed disconnected from his body, like his arms and legs didn’t belong to him, like he was watching this happen to someone else.

But the familiar sensation of her hand in his grounded him slightly, and pulled him back to reality.

“Breathe with me,” she instructed, and suddenly his palm was on something soft and warm. Rose’s chest, he realized. And beneath his palm, he could feel her strong, steady heartbeat. A heartbeat that was a little faster than normal, but who was he to judge when his own heart was trying to pump its way out of his chest.

“Inhale...” Her chest lifted slowly, and he tried to match her pace.

He sucked in a lungful of oxygen, but let it out again a second before she said, “Exhale.”

“Better,” she praised, stroking her fingers through his hair. “With me again... Inhale...”

The Doctor struggled for several minutes, but finally he matched his breaths with hers, and he finally felt his pulse slowing. He no longer felt hot and clammy, and the chills disappeared, and the spots in his vision were mostly gone too.

Those were all replaced with an all-consuming mortification.

A panic attack. The Doctor, the last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm, had had a panic attack.

Bloody brilliant.

“There,” Rose whispered, and the Doctor felt her press her lips to his forehead. “All right now?”

He nodded mutely and took his hand away from her chest to push himself up off the floor. His legs wobbled for a minute before he stumbled to the bed of their Norwegian hotel and collapsed atop the covers.

He wished the bed would swallow him whole. He had just made an utter fool of himself in front of Rose.

The mattress dipped slightly, and suddenly he felt Rose’s small, warm body curl around his. He stiffened for a few seconds, before he wriggled onto his side and back up into Rose’s embrace, for the first time being the little spoon.

“Wanna talk about it?” Rose whispered.

He shook his head and grabbed the hand that was draped across his ribs. He hugged her arm to his chest and tucked her hand beneath his chin after he pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles.

“I’m not cut out for this,” he mumbled to his hands, which were clasped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold.

“What do you mean?” Rose asked, tried to quench the panic that was welling up in her chest.

“This,” he said bitterly, waving his hand around the tiny little London flat they’d sequestered themselves in for the last three days. “Humanity. Domestics.”

Rose’s eyes prickled and she felt queasy as she nodded.

“Right,” she whispered, unable to hear her voice through the buzzing in her ears. “Of course. I understand.”

“You do?” he asked softly, a look of relief crossing his face.

That look did her in and the first tear fell. She brushed it away quickly, hoping he wouldn’t notice because she didn’t want him to feel guilty.

He did notice, and his face fell.

“It’s okay,” she croaked, standing up from the table so she wouldn’t have to see those big sad eyes of his.

Rose placed her own half-full mug in the sink and poured the contents down the drain. She turned on the hot tap water and worked on washing it more thoroughly than the situation called for as she tried to reign in her emotions. She should have known better; the Doctor had never been one to settle down in one place and time for decades on end, which was what she had done to him by trapping him in this universe.

And as much as it broke her heart, she couldn’t begrudge him a chance at happiness in this one human life of his.

“Rose?”

She flinched away from his touch before she sidestepped him to grab the dish towel to dry her mug.

“You don’t have to stay,” she said flatly, willing her voice to stay steady. “You can go. There are loads of zeppelins to take you anywhere you’d like to go.”

“What?” he squeaked, and suddenly the room was filled with the sound of shattering china and splattering liquid.

Rose turned and saw the Doctor’s face had gone ashen and his hands were shaking.

“Bollocks, I’m sorry,” he cursed as he knelt down beside the shards of his mug and the puddle of his tea. “I’m so sorry.”

“Here, don’t touch it,” Rose said, tossing a towel onto the spill. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “No. I’m not… You want me to leave?”

Rose balked and glanced up at him.

“What?”

“You want me to leave,” he repeated, this time without the question. “You said so. You said there were zeppelins, and you didn’t want me to stay, and…”

Rose watched his eyes widen in panic and his chest heave erratically.

“No, I said you could go,” she said, confused. “I thought you wanted to?”

He shook his head furiously form side to side as he said, “No, I don’t. Please, Rose, I don’t want to leave.”

“But you said you weren’t cut out for this?” she said, scrunching her nose as she tried to figure out what he was thinking. “Didn’t you mean…” She gestured vaguely between the two of them and towards the rest of the flat.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m not good at this. At being human. Never been human. Well, there was that stretch in 1913. But that doesn’t count. I’m not good at relationships. And I want to be good at them, Rose, I want to be good enough for you, but I don’t know how and I’m just so bloody rubbish at this!”

The Doctor looked so distressed that Rose carefully shuffled around the shards of the mug until she was kneeling beside him. She looped her arm around his waist and tugged him in for a hug. 

He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and buried his face into her shoulder.

“I thought you meant you wanted to leave,” she whispered, holding him tight.

“No,” he mumbled into her skin.

900 Years of Unexplored Kinks: The Doctor surprises Rose by telling her about a kink of his. Rose then surprises the Doctor by encouraging said kink. nsfw.

11:36 A.M.: The Doctor and Rose welcome their daughter into the world. – kid!fic

A Growing Vocabulary: The Doctor and Rose cheer on their baby girl as she slowly expands her vocabulary. – kid!fic

A Horrible, Terrible, Unjust Thing: Rose and the Doctor quickly find out how sensitive his new human hormones really are. nsfw.

Afterglow: A snippet of sexytimes with the Doctor and Rose. nsfw

Agent in Training: The Doctor and Rose lose their daughter while in a book store. – kid!fic

All Couples Have Rows: The Doctor disappears for a few days after a heated row with Rose.

Back to Home Again: collaboration with dimensionhoppingrose. Upon being left together on Bad Wolf Bay, the Doctor and Rose struggle to reconcile the reality of their new lives, as well as what it could mean for their relationship. Telepathy Bonding UA.

The Beginning of Forever: In which the Doctor waits anxiously for Rose.

Christmas Past, Present, and Future: It’s their first Christmas together in their new universe, and Jackie finally talks some sense into Rose.

Circular Vows: They lay together in a blissful haze, tracing words of love and affirmation onto each other’s skin.

Close Call: The Doctor deals with the aftermath of a Torchwood mission that left Rose injured.

Committed to Memory: The Doctor wakes up in a hospital, believing to be a past version of himself.

Dinner Duty: The Doctor was supposed to be on kitchen duty…

Domestic Adventures Series: This is a series of ficlets highlighting the various domestic adventures Tentoo and Rose run into.

Early Morning Wake-Up Call: Rose wants to give the Doctor one of his presents before the rest of the house awakens, but an exuberant four year old makes that harder than anticipated. nsfw.

The Eighth Jump: While on a Cannon jump, Rose comes across what she believes to be a parallel version of the Doctor, who gives her the strength and encouragement to continue looking for him.

Favoritism: The Doctor reflects on his two favorite people. – kid!fic

First Breath of Forever: A look into Rose’s head on Bad Wolf Bay.

First Time for Everything: Kids hurt themselves all the time, but no parent ever wants to experience the agony of their child’s first broken bone. – kid!fic

First Time Fumblings: It’s the Doctor’s and Rose’s first time, and though things don’t go perfectly, it’s perfectly nevertheless because it’s them. nsfw.

First Week Home: The Doctor bonds with his new daughter. – kid!fic

Forty-Three Minutes: The minutes passed agonizingly slowly, each tick of the clock seeming to take a lifetime. His heart was beating faster even than the seconds-hand.

Fun in the Tub: The Doctor and Rose share a relaxing moment together in the bathtub. nsfw.

Of Fuzzy Socks and Communicable Diseases: The Doctor is laid up with a cold and Rose takes care of him.

Ghosts of the Past: The Doctor’s young daughter unintentionally brings back unfortunate memories of his adventure on Midnight. – kid!fic

Handy Spare Hand: The Doctor and Rose take a moment to fully appreciate the improbability of their new lives together.

Happy Anniverthday!: It’s the Doctor’s birthday, and Rose wants to make the day special for him. Unbeknownst to her, the Doctor has other plans. nsfw.

Home Alone: The Doctor is home alone with his ill baby. – kid!fic

In-Flight Conversations: Where better to have deep, existential life talks of one’s future than the floor of a zeppelin?

In Love and War: The Doctor and Rose have a movie night to break the ice a bit.

Just Another Part of Life: A medical scare with Jackie brings a sharp realization that even in a human life, people can still be left behind.

The Love of a Parent Series: Little snippets of the Doctor’s and/or Rose’s interactions with their kids. – kid!fic

The Measure of the Year: After watching the Doctor interact with a lost little boy, Rose starts to wonder about having children of their own. – kid!fic

Midnight Nightmares: It’s the Doctor’s first night in Pete’s World, and he realizes his new human body needs more sleep than his Time Lord body, and unfortunately the memories of the events of Midnight are still simmering just below the surface in his unconscious mind.

Midnight Snack: In which there is sleepwalking, bananas, and affirmations of forever.

Most Definitely Not Drunk: It turns out the Doctor is a sappy, flirty drunk.

Never Again Alone: The Doctor comes to a sudden realization about his new human life.

Next Stop – Anywhere: The Doctor and Rose go travelling across the Earth they are now confined to, but run into a hiccup about two months in.

The Other Stuff: The Doctor and Rose spend the night together in a Norwegian inn.

Over-Doing It: The Doctor stubbornly refuses to admit the shortcomings of his new human body, and overdoes it while playing in the back garden with Rose and Tony.

Pancake Day: The Doctor resumes an old and well-loved tradition from their days together on the TARDIS.

Perchance to Dream: Their days were spent together, inseparable, reacquainting themselves with each other. Their nights were spent alone, each battling their respective demons. Until one night they weren’t.

Pillow Talks: Night by night, piece by piece, they revealed themselves to the other.

Pity This Busy Monster: A Torchwood mission goes a bit wrong, leaving Rose injured and the Doctor in a spiraling state of self-loathing and guilt.

Ringing in the New Year: The Doctor and Rose resolve to stop dwelling upon the past, and instead resolve to be happy in the present. nsfw.

Rubbish: The Doctor discovers human bodies aren’t as rubbish as he initially thought.

Silly Songs with Daddy: Rose comes home to find her husband, with their daughter in arm, singing and dancing to Silly Songs around their living room. – kid!fic

Star Burst: The Doctor takes Rose to watch a meteor storm. nsfw-ish.

Stargazing: The Doctor and Rose spend their first night under the stars.

Tearing Down Walls: Rose helps the Doctor deal with his severed bond to the TARDIS.

That First Night: “I can’t do this without you.”

That Look in Your Eye: Rose misinterprets the Doctor’s actions right after being trapped together in their new universe.

These Words Are All We Have: The Doctor finally gives Rose the words he’d been aching to tell her.

Together With You: A glimpse into the first few minutes of their new life together.

What are the Odds?: The Doctor finds himself a bit overwhelmed upon the birth of his daughter. – kid!fic

Winter Weather Advisory: Rose is worried when the Doctor is late getting home.

Kinky/Smutty Prompts:

69 Position

Bending Down Seductively & Going Down Under the Table at Dinner

Pregnant Sex

Rough Sex & Dirty Talk & Hickeys/Marking

Voyeurism

Random Prompts:

Birth scene (not explicitly detailed) – kid!fic

Breakfast in bed

Crutches and a Sprained Ankle

Date Night at the Movies

Doting on the Baby TARDIS

Fluff after Rose comes back from a week-long Torchwood assignment – kid!fic

First Time They Get Drunk

I’ll Keep You Safe

Kid has chickenpox – kid!fic

“Leave me to die… No! Wait! I was just being dramatic please help me.”

Quickie in the Tyler basement (nsfw)

Skype sex (nsfw)

Teach Me How to Play?

Tentoo and his daughter at her wedding – (grown up)kid!fic

Ticklish

Things you said under the stars and in the grass

Things you said when you were drunk

Things you said while I cried in your arms -- kid!fic

Things you said with no space between us

Under the stars

You Heard Me…Take. It. Off

You Need to Wake Up Because I Can’t Do This Without You – kid!fic

“Gotta be quick,” Rose murmured, tilting her head back to give the Doctor more access to her neck. “Gotta be quiet.”

“Yes to the first, the second’ll be hit or miss,” the Doctor growled rutting his hips against hers.

He’d been hard all morning, ever since he woke up from a sexy dream to realize he was already late for brunch with Rose’s family. His panic and hasty dressing had more or less gotten rid of his erection, but his arousal still sparked in his veins.

Which is how he and Rose were now in the basement of the Tyler mansion under the guise of looking for champagne.

“Gods, Rose,” he whispered into her neck. “You are brilliant for wearing this dress.”

He skated his hand down her hips and thighs and to the hem of her dress.

“Didn’t do it on purpose,” she teased, working on tugging his zipper down across the thick bulge of him. “Didn’t know you’d be this horny.”

“Always bloody horny for you,” he sighed, thrusting into her hand as she finally pulled him out of his pants. “You ready?”

“Just a sec,” she mumbled, her cheeks heating in embarrassment.

She stroked him as she circled her fingers lightly against her dry clit, hoping to force enough wetness so it wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable.

“Allow me,” he said, nudging her hand away from his cock.

He dropped to his knees and scooted her knickers aside to press suckling kisses to her labia and clit. He reached up and tweaked her nipples as he felt her growing wetter under his tongue.

It only took another minute before she was tugging on his hair to get him to stand.

“In, in, in,” she demanded, grabbing his cock and rubbing it through her slick folds.

He let out a shuddering sigh as sparks of pleasure rippled down his spine, making ever more heat pool deep in his belly.

He slowly thrust into her, grabbing her thigh and wrapping it around his hip.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he hissed, shuddering in her arms as he started speeding up. He was already perilously close. “This is going to be over too soon.”

“Talk to me,” Rose begged, rubbing her clit as she tried to get herself off before he came. “What was your dream about.”

“Position we haven’t tried yet,” he grunted, trying to stave off the aching tingle in his gut. “Oh, fuck, but I want to try it some time. I was eating you out and you were sucking me. It felt so bloody good. You’re so good at sucking me off. Never been a more flexible tongue than yours. God, I was so fucking close when I woke up. Was about to jack off so hard but couldn’t. I want to come so fucking bad, please say you’re close, Rose,  please.”

“Right there,” she moaned, rubbing her clit harder and faster as the knot of tension deepened.

“Fuck, Rose,  shit!”

He bit her neck to muffle his cry as he pulsed deep inside her,  thrusting sloppily into her as he tried to push her over the edge.

She clamped down on his and slammed her eyes shut, trying to let the feel and sound of him tip her over the edge. Oh, God, she wanted to come.

He moaned raggedly into her neck and sucked on that perfect spot where her neck met her shoulder as he continued throbbing inside her.

“Ohhh, fuck!” she whimpered, arching against him as the tension slowly started releasing before exploding into pleasure. She arched against him and rode him through her climax, panting his name and trying so hard to stay quiet, but failing spectacularly.

The Doctor held her through her release, feeling his own knees wobbling precariously as his head spun with the pleasurable aftershocks. He sighed happily and nuzzled into her neck.

“That was brilliant,” he murmured. “Thank you.”

“Insatiable, you are,” she muttered fondly, kissing his forehead. “But we should get back soon, unless you want my mum to find us like this?”