A collaboration with @fleurdeneuf
Prompts: Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen from @dwsmutfest - and Nine/Rose Month on @timepetalsprompts and @doctorroseprompts
Rated: This chapter is T, rating will go up to E
Summary: Rose is given an aphrodisiac drug at a club, and only the Doctor can help her. In the process, they discover what’s been right there all along.
Notes: Dubcon warning for aphrodisiac trope. See full introductory notes on Chapter 1. Spoiler page here if needed.
Maybe “hurt” wasn’t the right word.
Rose had told Jack it was starting to hurt, and since then she’d had plenty of time on her own to consider every single detail of her peculiar affliction. The aching arousal itself wasn’t exactly a hurt. Pleasurable, in its own way, though frustrating as hell. No relief to be found. She’d had a shower, with all the hand-held, movable sprays and body jets, and she got nothing but very, very clean. Back in bed, hair wet but unwashed, wearing only knickers with a short dressing gown thrown over, it became clear: No satisfaction. Not today.
But the hurt? That was something else. She could exist day after day with a longing for him–that was the energy underlying her daily existence. See the stars, save the world, luxuriate in holding hands with a 900 year old alien she’d never hope to understand. Save the world, see the distant past, catch his eyes alight with joy and ever-so-fleeting glimmers of something more like what she was accustomed to from human men.
But he wasn’t human, as he was always so quick to remind her. Wishful thinking, probably. Can’t see what he does and assume normal bloke stuff. And most of the time that was fine. She could live a more amazing life than she’d ever dreamed, with the most amazing man. Be special to him. Needed. Love him…in whatever way he allowed her. It was all worth it, and most of the time staying in that in-between space was nothing but joy.
Until now. Now she was desperate to touch him; knowing he would never touch her back in the way she craved was agony. She was trying not to listen to the devil on her shoulder, which sometimes spoke in Jack’s voice, that he would if she asked him to.