The Cookie Crumbles

Characters: The Doctor, Rose Tyler
Rating: M+
Warnings: Graphic smut


Rose sat on the control room chair and bit into a cookie. She'd bought them roughly five minutes ago on Earth, shortly before the Doctor had dragged her away from the shops. She licked at the crumbs on her bottom lip and glared over the biscuit at him. The TARDIS was currently in flight and he stood over the control, watching the read outs intently. She took another bite and brushed the crumbs off her top.

“Do you mind?” the Doctor asked her sourly without looking up.

“Mind what?”

“You're getting crumbs all over the floor. Don't. Could interfere with the systems.”

Rose looked at him for a long moment, then took another bite, again licking her lips. The Doctor glared at her. She poked her tongue out at him. “Want one?” she asked, holding the bag out.

He put the sonic screwdriver down on the console and wandered over to her. “What flavour?”

Rose peered into the bag. “I've got choc chip or cinnamon left.”

“Hmm. I think... cinnamon.”

“Oh good, cos I'm not that keen.”

“So I get your leftovers? Fantastic.” The Doctor rolled his eyes at her, but he still took the cinnamon cookie and bit into it. “Hmm good,” he told her, mouth full of crumbs.

Rose giggled. “Now you're getting crumbs all over your precious ship.”

“Least I don't have them down my top.”

“God I know,” she moaned, pulling a face. “They're in my bra and all,” she continued thoughtlessly, then realised what she'd said. She looked up to see if he'd heard her. From the wide-eyed stare it was obvious that he had.

“Really?” he said, his voice a little high and cracking slightly.

Rose blushed and found her mouth rather dry in a way that had nothing to do with cookies. The Doctor shifted from one foot to the other. He looked uncertain; opening his mouth to say something before he changed his mind again. He did this a couple of times, then took a deep breath.

“Could help you with that you know,” he said in a rush. She stared up at him, not quite sure he meant what she thought he did.

“Oh? Really?” Was that her voice? She sounded breathless and far away.

The Doctor nodded and moved closer. He still seemed nervous, watching her carefully as if he expected her to do a runner at the first opportunity. He knelt in front of her and reached out slowly, as if he was putting his hand into fire. He never took his eyes from hers as he carefully brushed the crumbs off her top.

Rose had stopped breathing. She watched him reach out to her, felt his fingers brush across her breasts lightly and she could have sworn her heart stopped as well. She heard cinnamon was meant to be an aphrodisiac, but she didn't think it would have worked that fast.

Meanwhile the Doctor had found a larger crumb. He picked it up and lifted it up to her. Rose smiled slowly and, leaning forward slightly, she licked it off his finger, closing her eyes as she did so. She heard him gasp and desire pooled in her stomach.

“Doctor,” she murmured and reached for him. He moved upwards, abandoning his normal reserve and forgetting his doubts. His lips found hers and he tasted chocolate and biscuit then something sweeter. Rose's arms wound around his neck and her lips parted under his.

“Rose,” he groaned into her mouth.

“Yes,” she replied, pulling him closer. He kissed her neck and she arched towards him. “Yes, yes, yes.”

The Doctor chuckled as he eased back slightly. There was a very silly grin on his face. “You sure now?”

Rose sat forward and removed her t-shirt in one smooth moment. “Oh. Yeah.”

He leant over her again, looking downwards. “Thought so.”

“What?” she asked before squeaking as his fingers slipped into her cleavage.

“Crumbs,” the Doctor said with a grin and licked them off his fingertips.

Rose giggled, suddenly giddy with lust. “You're so daft,” she told him fondly. She cupped his face with one hand and drew him back down, kissing him. Then she smiled at him. “Think you might have missed a few love.”

He blinked. “Love?” he echoed. The expression on his face was suddenly vulnerable.

“Yes, you daft sod. Cos I let every alien I meet dip his hand into my bra, don't I?” She cuffed him gently. The silly grin returned, even wider than before and then he crushed her into a huge hug, his mouth hard on hers. His tongue plundered her mouth, stealing her breath and turning her bones to water.

Rose clung to him, the desire flaring hot inside her. She wound her legs around his waist, grinding herself against the hardness in his jeans. She felt her bra release as his fingers found the clasp and her nipples tightened as they rubbed against the soft fabric of his jumper. She moaned desperately as the months of sexual frustration piled onto her already wired nerves.

The Doctor heard her moan and nearly did the same. She tasted so sweet, her body was so hot and willing. Her grinding against his growing erection was driving him slowly out of his mind. However, he was getting to the point where he didn't really care if he was never sane again. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest. He could feel their softness but it wasn't enough. Unwinding himself from Rose's grasp, he slid out of his jacket and pulled his jumper over his head. Then he returned to kissing her, grinning as he felt her taut nipples push into his bare chest.

Closing her eyes, Rose surrendered to the sensations the Doctor was effecting on her body. His skin felt cool and smooth and made her all the hotter. He kissed her neck, licking at the hollow of her throat and making her mewl loudly. She heard him laugh, could feel the smile he wore as he worked further down. The last few cookie crumbs prickled on her sweat-damp skin and he licked them off slowly, his tongue swirled round over her flesh.

“God, don't stop...” she breathed, her voice rough with desire. “Doctor... please.”

“Rose...” he said. “You taste... of choc chip and crumbs. Tastes fantastic.”

“Everything's fantastic where you're concerned,” she laughed breathlessly.

“No,” he disagreed, shaking his head, his expression suddenly serious. “There's nothing as fantastic as you Rose.”

Rose went bright red and tried to hide her face in her hands. The Doctor gently pulled them down, and leant in for a teasing kiss that sent her nerves alight. He moved down to her chest once more, but there were no more crumbs for him. There was, however, the firm swell of her breasts and he trailed his tongue over one then the other, before taking more straining nipple into his mouth.

A loud groan erupted from Rose's lips, filling the control room. She arched her back, pushing herself towards the Doctor hungrily. He bit down on the nub of flesh and she whimpered. Her hands were iron claws on his shoulders, the nails digging into his skin. He could hear her breathing heavily and panting his name over and over. He dealt the same treatment to her other nipple and she bucked her hips frantically.

“Doctor!” she cried out.

He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Hello?”

“Oh don't...” she said, but giggled despite her best efforts not to. “You're driving me mad, d'you know that?”

The Doctor chewed on his bottom lip and then nodded. “Yup. Pretty much the idea.”

“Want you,” she confessed, flushing slightly. He shifted upwards, brushing a light kiss over her lips.

“Want you too.”

“Well stop mucking about and make me naked.”

“Can't disobey an order like that, can I?” the Doctor chuckled and he stood up, pulling Rose with him. He held her gaze as he undid the button and zip on her jeans, then pushed them down over her hips. He glanced down. “Nice thong.”

“Thanks. See? Shopping is worthwhile every now and then.”

He laughed at that. “Very true... still prefer it off.” And he dropped to his knees, sliding the jeans down her legs. Then hooking his thumbs into the elastic of her thong, he pulled that down too. He ran his hands up her legs and cupped her backside. His fingers dug into the flesh as he held her in place while he kissed her stomach.

Rose watched him, flushed with pleasure. She leant into his embrace and toed off her trainers. He held her hips whilst she stepped out of her pants and kicked them away. She stroked the top of his head, fingering the short hair tenderly. And gasped as he pulled her closer, his mouth against her mound.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned. Her hands found his shoulders again as his tongue probed between her legs. They trembled as he delved deeper and deeper. A shudder ran through her body, sparking her skin into goosebumps and leaving her light-headed. She watched though heavy-lidded eyes as the Doctor stood suddenly. He'd lost his boots at some point and she'd no idea when. Didn't care really, because he was taking off his jeans and oh god he was so gorgeous.

Rose stared at him, sweeping his lean, muscular body and then grinned at him. He smirked back; all confidence in himself that irked her slightly. He caught her hand and led her back to the chair. He sat down and pulled her onto it with him. She laughed huskily, pushing him backwards and running her hands over his chest.

“Hmm sexy,” she told him. An eyebrow arched.

“Sexy?”

“Yes. You. Sexy.” She bent forwards and kissed him softly. “Very sexy.”

“You're beautiful,” he retorted. “So very beautiful.”

Rose tilted her head and looked at him curiously. “You really think so?”

“Yup.”

“Really?” She didn't quite believe him; after all he'd seen the universe umpteen times over.

“Yes Rose, really.”

She smiled contentedly and shifted closer to him. She lifted her hips and sank herself onto his hard length. They both groaned at the sensation, seeking each others' mouths automatically. Their tongues meshed as they found a rhythm, the Doctor thrusting his hips up as Rose ground down.

“Oh that feels so good,” she murmured into his ear as he caressed her buttocks. “I've wanted this for so long.”

He simply whispered her name, lifting one hand to thread his fingers through her hair. The golden strands slipped like silk between them. He cupped her cheek and drew her face down to his. The kiss was feather-light; her soft gasps of delight puffing over his face. He grinned slightly and increased his rhythm, making her moan into his mouth.

The months of denial battered at them and they grew increasingly desperate. The thrusting lost its rhythm a little before Rose found his hands with hers. Their fingers locked, as they had done so often, that simple yet familiar act re-enforcing an older connection, merging it with this new-found one.

“Rose.”

“Doctor.”

“Oh gods... Rose!”

Her cry as she came echoed round the control room. Her inner muscles tightened around the Doctor and he shuddered as he lost all control. She collapsed on top of him, panting hard. She giggled suddenly.

“What?” he breathed. His entire body was filled with a pleasant languid warmth. He couldn't have moved if he wanted too. And he most definitely didn't.

Rose leant up and looked at him, her eyes glinting with amusement. Her hand slid onto his chest, plucking at his skin near one nipple.

“Oi!” he protested.

“Crumb,” she informed him and dissolved into further giggling.