66 Degrees South, 4/5
Characters: Nine x Rose, Jack Harkness Rating: Adult/Explicit/NSFW. The rating has gone up for this chapter! Summary: After watching “March of the Penguins,” the Doctor takes Rose to visit a colony of penguins in Antarctica.
Read on ao3: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
This is a prompt fic for @fleurdeneuf (“huddling for warmth”) and @chiaroscuroverse (“Arctic wildlife” - sorry, I turned the prompt on its head!) that I threatened promised eons ago. (To those who’ve been reading, I’m sorry I missed doing an update last week - I blame my engagement, engagement lunch, and getting sick following my engagement lunch.)
This also fills an ancient “huddling for warmth” prompt for @doctorroseprompts. Unbeta’d.
In apology for missing last week’s update, I’m going to post two chapters tonight, one short and one longer, which will complete the story. :))
Chapter Four
When Rose woke up, hours later, she felt rested, and substantially back to her old self. Surprisingly, the Doctor was still sleeping, curled up on his side, facing away from her, little warbling snores emanating from him that made Rose clap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling.
She got up carefully, so as not to disturb him, and went to take care of her morning ritual. When she returned from the ensuite, he was still sleeping. Rose smiled, and slipped into bed behind him.
Taking a deep breath, she snuggled up against his back, and when he didn’t wake up, she wrapped her arm around his waist. He sighed in his sleep, but still didn’t awaken, so Rose began to stroke his belly with her thumb. Growing bolder, she slid her hand up his chest, splaying her fingers wide to cover his sternum. He stirred then, and Rose held her breath, but his breathing evened out again. She waited a minute, then slowly ran her hand over his chest, daringly circling her thumb around his nipples, which hardened when she grazed one with her thumbnail. Giddy with being able to touch him, she trailed a finger down his chest, wondering how far she could go, but just as she reached his navel, a much larger hand covered hers.
“Where do you think you’re going?” came an amused voice, low and gravelly from sleep.
“Just exploring,” Rose replied with a smile. “Is that all right?”
The Doctor raised her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles in benediction. He set her hand back on his belly, and let go.