Title: Too Much Passion
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ross Jenkins
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 4, 50ficlets
Prompt: 27, Passion
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Ross Jenkins, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Ross groaned as he felt the Doctor's thighs tighten against his sides, those long, slender legs wrapped around his waist. His hips thrust forward, burying himself inside the Doctor; that tight heat seemed to be searing him from the inside out.

He'd never made love to anyone who aroused him to the heights of passion that the Doctor took him to, the Time Lord was the most responsive lover he'd ever had, the one person who had ever made him feel as if he could reach the stars when they were together.

Of course, he'd already reached the stars, in a way -- he was the Doctor's companion and lover, out here roaming the galaxy with the man he loved. And he was lucky enough to be able to make love to this man on a nightly basis, he thought as his hips thrust forward again.

Each movement brought a gasp of pleasure from the Doctor's lips, echoed by Ross' own moans. Was it possible to feel this way with anyone else? He was sure that he never could; the Doctor was the only man who could make him feel this overwhelming passion.

He belonged with this man, more surely than he'd ever belonged anywhere. The Doctor wasn't only his lover; this man was a part of him, the other half of his heart and soul. He couldn't imagine a life without the Doctor in it; that would only be an empty existence.

There would never be a life without the Doctor, Ross told himself, another moan rising in his throat. There would never be anyone else for him, never be another person in his life who could make him feel like this, no one who fulfilled him so completely.

The Time Lord's legs tightened around his waist again, another gasp coming from his throat -- both sure signs that the other man was nearing the point of no return. Ross wanted to push them both over the edge, to surrender them to the pleasure they'd been waiting for.

And he would, he told himself, thrusting deep into the Doctor again and feeling those already taut muscles go even tighter around him. Then the Doctor was crying out his name, that thin body spasming in his arms, his own voice joining the Time Lord's.

It seemed to take longer than usual for the two of them to spiral down from the dizzy heights they had reached together; but after a while, the Doctor raised a hand to push Ross' dark hair back from his face, giving the young man a tired smile as he did so.

"You've worn me out," the Time Lord whispered, snuggling into Ross' embrace. "It takes a lot to do that, you know. I think it's because you're so young and .... enthusiastic," he added with a soft laugh. "It gets better every time between us, doesn't it?"

"It certainly does," Ross murmured in answer, reluctantly pulling out of the other man and reaching to arrange the bedcovers around the Doctor's bare shoulders. "I've never felt such passion with anyone else, Doctor. You inspire me, in and out of bed."

"And you've inspired me, from the moment that I first met you," the Doctor whispered, stroking Ross' cheek with soft fingertips. "You've moved me to a passion that I've never felt before, Ross. Not in over nine hundred years of living."

"That's an accomplishment I can be proud of," Ross said softly, twining gentle fingers through the Time Lord's hair. "Of all the things I've done in my life, knowing that I've somehow made you fall in love with me is the one I'm most proud of."

"Moving a Gallifreyan to physical passion is something to be proud of," the Doctor told him, his tone serious. "Most Gallifreyans go through their whole lives believing that any passion is too much. But I'm different because I'm half-human, of course."

"I feel sorry for anyone who can't feel the kind of passion you make me feel," Ross whispered, nibbling at the Doctor's earlobe. "And I'm glad you're half-human -- because if you weren't, then I wouldn't be able to make you feel this kind of passion. And that'd make me sad."

"It would make me sad, too!" the Doctor told him with a laugh. "If I couldn't love you as passionately as I do, then I'd have lost a very vital part of my life. And I wouldn't want that," he murmured, his voice turning low and husky as he spoke.

"Don't worry about that, Doctor," Ross whispered, placing a hand on the Doctor's cheek. "You're never going to lose this part of your life." He could feel the passion rising in him again, and he hoped that the Time Lord was feeling the same way.

"That's very good to know," the Doctor murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. Ross pulled the Time Lord closer against him, the feel of that slender body in his arms igniting a passion within him that the Doctor returned with a ferocity that Ross was more than ready to meet.