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“Do you think this will actually work?” Rose asked, peering down at the Doctor sceptically.He chuckled. “She said, as if being fucked by my tongue is somehow a worse alternative to drinking raspberry leaf tea or hopping up and down by the ocean to stimulate labour. I’m almost offended.”“No, but I’ve never felt less sexy,” she groaned. “If I get any bigger, NASA’s gonna start sending probes and declare me a dwarf planet. I just want this baby out. I want her here with us.”The Doctor's expression softened. "Rose, I get it. But let me tell you something: you've never been more radiant and stunning to me. I’d rather gaze at you than Pluto any day." He smiled reassuringly. "And don't worry, our little one will make her grand entrance soon enough. But if this doesn’t work, we can try something else. You said you didn’t want a chemical induction, and I’ll do everything in my power to honour that. We might as well give this a shot, though." He paused, his tone turning more playful as he caressed her inner thighs. "Maybe it's an old wives' tale, but there is evidence to support the theory that orgasming, especially when you're full-term, can help move things along. So we’ll have to make sure you have several, to increase our chances.”She smiled wanly. “You would be the man for the job, in that case.”“As your Doctor and husband, I’m relieved to hear that you think so.”She inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaling in a long, noisy whoosh. “Sorry, I’m just a bit in my head with everything. It’s hard to relax and focus right now.”“Then let me help you get out of your head,” he said, placing his hands on her knees and gently coaxing her legs open. The skin of her thighs was soft and smooth as he kissed his way upwards, having been freshly shaved and moisturised by himself the previous night. With her burgeoning belly in the way, it was too cumbersome a task for Rose to manage on her own, but he was only too keen for an excuse to join her in the bath or shower for some well-deserved pampering. This was precisely why he knew that the face she made when he slid two fingers inside her was nearly identical to the one she would make when he massaged shampoo into her scalp.That was perhaps one of the few downsides of Rose’s current state–she was so hypersensitive that everything seemed to turn her on or bring her off, almost too easily. He was a man who enjoyed edging and savouring the task, lingering between her legs like he could draw sustenance from her arousal. With his innate sense of timing, he knew that since becoming pregnant, he could bring her to climax in under five minutes—three if they had been fooling around a while. And the terrible thing was that he could do so without barely even trying.If he were being honest, he did miss it being a bit more of a challenge, though it certainly didn’t lessen his enjoyment of it any, nor hers.“I do love to see you kneel, though,” she said breathlessly.“But of course. How else should one worship a goddess?” He pressed a soft kiss to her mons before withdrawing his fingers, sucking them clean with an indulgent moan before burying his face between her thighs. Her nails dug painfully into his scalp as he nosed between her folds, his tongue dipping into her cunt to lap up every last precious taste of her essence. Gods, he loved it–her musk invading his senses, accompanied by the sweet, needling pain as her fingers hooked into his flesh. He loved being the man who could hold her on a razor wire, and that he was the one she granted the privilege to. No one but him would ever have her like this, and that mere thought galvanised his cock like nothing else.“Mmm, you’re just gorgeous, aren’t you?” he purred, holding her hips steady as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit. Thighs clamping tighter around his head, she let out a strangled gasp that told him his work was nearly finished. At least for the time being.*****Mid-step on his way from the kitchen with two glasses of water, the Doctor froze as a relentless staccato of knocks shattered the relative quiet of their home.Without a shadow of a doubt, he knew his mother-in-law stood on the other side of the door, her indomitable presence heralded by the unmistakably impatient rhythm of her knocking. Jackie always had the obnoxious habit of dropping by uninvited, but this tendency had escalated dramatically throughout her only daughter’s pregnancy. With Rose’s due date having come and gone over the weekend, he wasn’t the least bit surprised the Tyler matriarch felt the need to drop by unannounced at the ripe old hour of 7am on a Tuesday.Perhaps, if he were still as a Weeping Angel in a time lock, she would think they were both asleep and leave… “Don’t you dare pretend you aren’t there," Jackie called out, almost as if reading his mind. "I can see your bloody shadow through the curtains, mister.”
Bollocks.
Bracing himself for the onslaught, he quickly set the glasses down on a nearby table and mustered his most ingratiating smile before opening the door just wide enough to peek out. 'Ah, Jackie, what a pleasant surprise!'... is what I'd say if it were anyone else but you."She arched an eyebrow, never one to miss a beat. “Give it a few weeks of sleepless nights, you’ll be eating those words, begging Grandma Jacks to save the day so you can get a little shuteye.”The Doctor barely made an effort to conceal his exasperation. "I promised you'd be the first to know if Rose went into labour—well, realistically, more like the fourth or fifth, after Rose, myself, the midwife, the hospital staff... well, you get the picture. Point is, I distinctly remember telling you the last time you dropped by that should her water break, we’ve got you on speed dial. So why are you darkening our doorstep this early in the morning?”Jackie rolled her eyes and attempted to push past him, but the Doctor instinctively braced his foot against the door, trying to block her entry. "Why do you think I'm here, you plum? You may be a Doctor, but I've actually given birth to two healthy human babies. Reckon maybe I know a thing or two about getting a show on the road when the star is reluctant to make an entrance.” With a strength that surprised even him, Jackie used her gorilla grip to force the door open and push past him into the foyer. “Now, when was the last time you two did the deed?” His eyebrows shot up towards his hairline with near-comical speed. “Excuse me?” he said incredulously.“For an ancient alien, you don’t half-blush like a schoolboy. Did they not do the whole birds and the bees schtick on your home planet?" She shot a teasing look over her shoulder as she bustled into the kitchen and put the kettle on. “PG Tips okay? I can barely make heads or tails of your fancy, new-fangled stove, but Rose told me it can boil water in under a minute! I figure that might as well be magic. Will certainly come in handy for heating up bottles, but I guess you already knew that.”Inwardly, he groaned–if Jackie was fixing tea, she planned on staying awhile. This was not at all conducive to his current Tuesday morning plans of making love to Rose until he was too chafed to continue. He needed to get Jackie out of there, and quickly. “If you hate our perfectly adequate induction cooktop, you’re free to go home and ruin tea there, y’know.”Undeterred by his obvious ambivalence, Jackie pressed on. "Enough dilly-dallying, then. I didn’t come round for tea and biscuits—I’m here to get things moving with this grandbaby." She shot him a knowing look and continued, "And if memory serves me right, there are certain...activities that can help nudge things along. Did Rose ever tell you, she was supposed to be born on Easter that year? Little Madam had other plans though, probably would’ve stayed in there all spring if Pete hadn’t come home drunk and handsy from the pub that night. Mind you, it worked a charm, my water broke while we were–”"I think I get the picture," he interjected, vigorously scrubbing his eyes with his hands. If only he could rub the mental image of Jackie and Pete naked, making the beast with two backs from his retinas as easily as he rubbed the crusties from the corners of his eyes…“So, come on then, Doctor, when was the last time you and Rose had a little romantic rendezvous? You’re a medical man, you must know all about the prophylactics in semen stimulating contractions and whatnot.”The faint blush on his cheeks deepened to a solid crimson as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest as he suppressed his laughter. "I’m really not trying to have this conversation with you," he said firmly, attempting to regain his composure. "But you might have your wires a bit crossed there, Jackie—prophylactics are for preventing pregnancy, it’s prostaglandins that help induction. However, you're not entirely wrong about certain activities potentially aiding the process. Arousal and orgasm both produce oxytocin, which is the natural version of the drug they give to induce contractions. And yes, we are both well aware.”He paused for a beat, allowing the implication to sink in before continuing. "As for the specifics of our sex life, well, that's classified information between me and Rose, I'm afraid. Don’t imagine she’d be keen on me sharing the details with her mother, and right now I’m a lot more afraid of her wrath than yours.""Oh, go on with your fancy doctor words! Prophylactics, prostaglandins—it all starts with a 'pro', doesn't it?" She waved a dismissive hand, reaching into the cupboard for the sugar. "Classified or not, you just remember the important bit: more cuddling means more chances of meeting my grandbaby sooner. So don't skimp on the romance, Doctor!"“Oi!” He protested with a scandalized look. “I’m plenty romantic, thank you very much. Loads romantic, even. Shakespeare and Casanova have got nothing on me. I’d invite you to ask Rose yourself, but she’s currently… well, otherwise indisposed.”Jackie paused with her hand in the cupboard, then slowly turned to look over her shoulder, finally seeming to take in his appearance from head to toe: dishevelled hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, slick lips and chin, flushed skin, the fact that he was only in his pants. He could see the moment the penny dropped as she deflated like a balloon. “I’ve interrupted you shagging, haven’t I?”“Goodness, no. What would give you that impression?” he asked dryly.Clearing her throat, she mustered a sheepish smile. "Right, well, I think I've... erm... overstayed my welcome, haven't I?" She glanced around the room, suddenly finding the floor quite interesting. "I’ll leave you to it. No need to mention to Rose that I was here.”His lips curved into a grin. There was no way Rose hadn’t managed to overhear at least some of the commotion from upstairs, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to practice a dad joke. “Mum’s the word, Grandmum.”With a defeated sigh, Jackie turned on her heel and made a swift exit through the door, her departure far less dramatic than her arrival. Watching her go, the Doctor exhaled a sigh of relief.As the front door clicked shut, he turned his attention back to the glasses of water left on the table in the hallway. They had been sitting there so long, the condensation had beaded up around the bases, leaving little rings of moisture on the surface. Speaking of things that were dripping wet…He’d kept his wife waiting far too long already.Carefully picking up the glasses, he made his way back upstairs. The climb seemed quieter now, less urgent, his morning wood having temporarily subsided with the chaos of Jackie’s impromptu visit. Nothing killed a hard-on faster than a chat with his mother-in-law, though he felt the stirrings of a revival at the sight that greeted him when he pushed open the bedroom door.There was his Rose, gloriously pregnant and propped up among a bastion of overstuffed pillows like a queen presiding over her devoted court of one soppy, lovesick git. Draped in a slinky navy maternity teddy that clung to her curves, she proudly showcased the life they were about to welcome into the world, the generous swell of her belly visible through a slit in the shimmery blue fabric. Her matching lace knickers, he was pleased to notice, were still noticeably absent.He’d worked quite hard to coax her to orgasm with his mouth once already and had been hoping for another crack at it before she decided she’d rather have chips or a nap than submit to the gymnastics necessary for intercourse. Although she was self-conscious about her changing body, Rose’s insatiable desire left the Doctor–who found the visible proof of his own virility irresistibly arousing–eager to indulge her every whim.Bathed in the gentle morning light streaming through their bedroom windows, she glowed with ethereal radiance, as if the dawn itself had paused to acknowledge the beautiful synchronicity and impossibility that two hearts were beating inside her. The picture-perfect scene only deepened his awe; witnessing her body embrace its fullness, gravid with the life they created together, was profoundly alluring and primal.Quiet moments like these were about to become incredibly rare, which made him all the more appreciative of his wife’s serene expression as she lounged about in their marital bed. To him, she didn’t just seem content—she was downright dazzling, living proof that the simple joys of a human life weren't merely for fairy tales, that they weren’t beyond a former Time Lord seeking redemption for a millennium of sins. Rose Tyler–his best mate and wife–had made him a father again, against all odds.Blimey, just the sight of her made him fucking hard, and if it ever didn’t…well, he was either asleep or dead.Rose looked up with a slight smile as he entered the room, tossing the magazine she’d been reading by the bedside. "There you are, I was about to send reinforcements. Did Jackie finally decide to storm the castle?""Not today," he replied with a grin, setting the glasses of water on the bedside table. "Managed to hold the fort. She's retreated—for now. Though I’m sure if our squires don’t send news of the royal babe’s arrival soon enough, we’ll probably see her again this time tomorrow.”Rose sighed, all too familiar with her mother’s glaring lack of propriety. “I’d say I hope she didn’t cause too much trouble, but we both know that she did. What did she want, anyway?”“Same old, same old, just checking to make sure that you hadn’t secretly had the baby without alerting her. You’ll never believe it,” he snickered, climbing back into bed, “but she wanted to make sure you and I were aware that ‘certain activities’ can stimulate labour.”“She did not!”“On the ashes of my civilization, I swear she did. I didn’t tell her what we’d been up to, but she eventually reached her own conclusions with a few helpful context clues. After that, she became much more amenable to leaving us alone.”Rose covered her face with her hands and moaned softly with second-hand embarrassment. “God, I’m so sorry. Bet she told you all about how I was supposed to be an Easter baby, too.”“You know it. But never mind all that. She’s gone, and I’m here.” With a tender shift, he moved closer, spooning Rose and tucking his head into the crook of her neck. His hand naturally found its place against the swell of her belly before travelling upwards to caress her breasts. “Now…where were we? Oh yes, that’s right–oxytocin.”The sharp intake of her breath when he brushed his fingers against her nipples pleased him far more than it had any right to. Silk and lace rasped satisfyingly against skin as he pinched and pulled, teasing the tender tips to attention with the gentlest application of friction. Rose moaned and twisted against him, trapping his stiffening cock between the cleft of her arse and his abdomen. “Doctor,” she gasped, thrusting her breast into his palm. “Feels…so good. How’s it feel so bloody good?”He barely managed to suppress the desire to grind against her, reminding himself that the purpose of this little exercise was not sex for his pleasure or its own sake, but with the express goal of flooding Rose’s synapses with enough endorphins to hopefully stimulate uterine contractions and labour. Although…There was no shame in enjoying what might be their last romp between the sheets for the foreseeable future, at least until after she was recovered from the rigours of giving birth."Remember, love, your body's going through incredible changes to help nourish and support our baby," he said, his voice husky as he slipped his hand underneath the lace cup to gently squeeze and caress the supple flesh. "Your blood volume doubles during pregnancy, making you hyperreactive to even the slightest stimuli. It's all part of the miraculous process of creating life, and you're handling it brilliantly. Your body knows exactly what it's doing.”He paused, nipping at her throat as he traced teasing circles around her areola with his thumb. The heat of her skin was almost too much–he was frantic with the urge to feel and taste her. "And let me tell you, Rose Tyler, there's nothing sexier or more awe-inspiring than witnessing the power of nature at work within you. You’re so sensitive right now, I bet I could make you come just doing this.”He punctuated his declaration by gently flicking her nipple.“Oh fuck me, I bet you could too,” she whimpered, the wanton neediness in her tone making his cock twitch. “But please, I need–” She reached behind and between them, scrabbling for his length but failing to secure it as he deliberately angled his hips away from her.“What do you need, love?” he crooned, tucking the damp strands of her hair behind her ear.“Need–ah–need to feel you.”“I’m right here. Feel me?” he asked as he began to rut himself shamelessly against her.Wiggling her bum, she let out a frustrated whine. “You know that’s not what I meant. Inside me,” she demanded from between clenched teeth, her tone leaving no room for argument. Luckily for them both, the persistent throbbing below his waist would not allow him to entertain the notion of disagreeing.Shimmying his pants down over his hips was slightly awkward with the overabundance of pillows piled around them, but he managed to do so with minimal fanfare and moderate flailing of limbs. Resuming his position spooned tightly against her back, he gently grabbed Rose’s knee and guided her leg to rest on top of his. Like a heat-seeking missile, he easily slid between her legs, drawing a breathy whimper from her as the head of his cock glided against the dense bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Though there was no actual penetration involved, this had become one of his favourite positions lately, if only because he loved how desperate and feral Rose would become in her quest for friction.Normally, he could get away with teasing her like this for several minutes before she’d inevitably lose patience, climb on top, and ride him to their mutual completion. Today though, he only managed a half dozen slow strokes of his cock against her clit before she came, trembling, shuddering, and gushing against him. Gods, she had never been so wet…Gods, she had never been so wet.Looking over her shoulder, Rose’s eyes met with his with a mix of shock and realisation. “Oh. So that’s what it feels like when your water breaks.”*****Few phone calls were as terminally uncomfortable as the one the Doctor made to his mother-in-law from the lobby of Royal Hope’s Accident and Emergency Department.Pinching the bridge of his nose, he inhaled deeply, steeling himself to say the three little words he struggled with more than anything.“You were right,” he said wearily, holding the phone away as Jackie’s smug cries of triumph came blasting through the earpiece. “Rose’s water broke while we—erm, not twenty minutes after you left.”“Didn’t I tell you? Works like a charm!”