Smut Fic: Danger Signs
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amberfocusTitle: Danger Signs
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Smut of the UST finally breaking variety
Warnings: Nope, it's pretty mild vanilla
Rating: Adult, on the R side
Beta:thetesh
Summary: Rose sees the Doctor out of his pinstripes and it pretty much shatters her defenses.
A/N: I come bearing smut after not having written smut since...I don't even remember when. This is all the fault ofwho_in_whoville who left me this picture prompt back in April right before I decided to break from writing fanfic for a month:
So what's a girl to do? When I finally could start writing again, I did. This is one of the results.
Danger Signs
“Wh—what?” Rose stops and clears her throat and tries the word again because the first try came out in a cracking, confused squeak. “What are you wearing?”
She feels her heart starting to pound in her chest as the Doctor looks up at her lazily with sleepy brown eyes. No. Not sleepy eyes. Bedroom eyes. Those are definitely bedroom eyes and they are looking at her in ways she’s never quite seen before. Dreamt of, oh, yes, but never seen.
“Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks. Bedroom voice, too. Oh, damn but she’s in for a hormonal ride of epic proportions if he keeps looking at her like that. He stretches his lithe form and tucks his arms behind his head.
Rose doesn’t even know if it is possible to feel her pupils dilate, but she is sure they just did. Her breathing comes faster, heavier, her nostrils flare, and she is very, very aware of the rush of desire as blood races to her sex and her nipples stand up without even the hint of permission. A slow smile creeps across his face as if he’s aware of exactly what he’s doing to her.
“I…do,” she manages to say. “But…”
He shifts in the chair, angling his body and rumpling his attire further. Making her want to rumple and ruffle and put her hands all over him. She gulps.
“But what?”
“Well, the suit…”
“Was dirty.” His voice is dark, thick, lush as those two words drop from his lips and expand in the room like hot air filling a balloon.
Rose shifts, her thighs pressing against each other, seeking a bit of friction before she knows what she’s doing.
“And the spare?” Her voice is so high-pitched on the last word that she’s sure it could break glass.
“Absolutely filthy.”
“Gah.”
“What?” He pushes a hand through his hair, his product free, shiny, somewhat shaggy hair, and her hands twitch. Her body tries to start towards him, but her feet keep her sanely rooted to her spot. He folds both hands over his lean, narrow stomach.
Rose pushes her fist against her mouth to stop herself from doing things to him that would at best be inappropriate and at worst ruin their friendship. “I—I need to go,” she says because he looks all too male, all too human, and all too many things that he’s not, dressed in the well-fitting jeans and the wrinkled gray t-shirt and hoody. He’s practically naked in those clothes. Her face flushes at the thought.
“Do you?” he asks. His lower lip comes out in a pout and he suddenly looks so young, so much closer to her in age, and not the ancient being she knows him to be. The ancient being who doesn’t have wants or desires or needs likes hers. She shifts again as liquid soaks her knickers. Where did she leave her vibrator? Back of the closet? Under the bed? No, back at the flat. Oh, no. She is not going to survive this.
“Rose.”
“I…” Her eyes dip down to his zipper and she suddenly realizes that he’s not unaffected. He’s extremely hard.
“Because that’s not what I want,” he says. “I want you,” he drags out his words, “to stay…right…here.”
“Is—is that what you want?” she says shakily.
“Amongst…other things.”
Rose takes three deep breaths, almost panting at the heat rising in her chest. “What things?” she manages.
She’s staring right at him and she knows that his lips aren’t moving, but she hears his voice as plain as day as if he’d spoken the words aloud. “Come here, Rose.”
Rose lets out a soft whimper, two tiny little tones that break from her throat. She pushes her tongue against her teeth. She can practically see signs flashing over his head, signs that say things like Danger
and Caution
and Stop.
She doesn't want to pay attention to those signs, but she knows they are there for a reason. Despite herself she takes a step forward before her feet are sticking like glue to the floor again.
He runs a finger along the neckline of the t-shirt and swallows and she watches his Adam’s apple bob up and down. Her body gives a little convulsive shake and then she looks back at his eyes. For just one moment she sees a tiny flash of vulnerability, something she hasn’t seen in a long time. “Please,” he says and she breaks.
She isn’t even sure how she arrives at his side. One moment she is across the room and the next she is close enough to be pulled down onto his lap and she’s kissing him or he’s kissing her, or it doesn’t matter because he’s got one hand up the back of her shirt and the other cradling her face and she’s pretty sure that caution no longer exists and they’re going to make love right in that chair.
By the time he breaks the kiss her bra’s undone and then the buttons on her shirt as well, and he’s got one nipple in his mouth before she knows what’s happening. She lets out a soft cry and squirms against him, her bum rubbing his erection through his tight jeans. She wiggles and he lets out a moan around her soft flesh. She pushes a hand between them, snaps a button and pulls a zip, reaching in and rubbing lightly.
He growls as she encircles him and lets her nipple go. Quickly she yanks off his hoody and t-shirt and runs her hands all over his chest. He’s hairier than she’d thought. His eyes meet hers again and he almost lunges for her mouth. They fall out of the chair and onto the floor. She loses hold of him, and she can’t help giggling at their ungainliness until he pushes up her skirt and his hand is inside her knickers. One quick stroke down her slickness and his finger finds its way home. She gasps as it goes in with no resistance.
“Now,” she manages in a voice that squeaks.
He takes down her knickers and pulls himself out of his jeans, not even bothering to take them off and he’s on her and suddenly in her. She lets out a sharp cry as he fills her, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He’s a little rough and a little fast and a little hard, but she doesn’t care. All she cares about is that it’s finally happening, that she and he are becoming they in ways she never thought they would. Her hips rise to meet his and she feels her heart racing, can actually feel his dual hearts pounding as he clutches her frantically to his chest.
She kisses him manically, all tongue, no finesse, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He thrusts harder and she clings to him, wanting him even in the midst of having him. “I’m going to come, Rose,” he says.
She realizes she is, too. She’s so close and she wants it so much. His pelvis shifts, brushing hard against her clit and setting her off. She clenches violently and he cries out at the sensation before he stiffens and he fires within her. She lets out soft “uhn” sounds with each release and then he’s done, his body giving up any pretense of supporting its own weight.
“That was…that was…” She can’t finish a sentence and finds she doesn’t want to with a sweaty, sated Doctor atop her.
“I’ll have to wear this outfit more often,” he murmurs in her ear.
“Or nothing at all,” she says brashly.
He stills, and then lifts off her a bit to look at her. “Or nothing at all,” he agrees. And he smiles that brilliant smile and she knows that life will only get better from here.
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Smut of the UST finally breaking variety
Warnings: Nope, it's pretty mild vanilla
Rating: Adult, on the R side
Beta:
theteshSummary: Rose sees the Doctor out of his pinstripes and it pretty much shatters her defenses.
A/N: I come bearing smut after not having written smut since...I don't even remember when. This is all the fault of
who_in_whoville who left me this picture prompt back in April right before I decided to break from writing fanfic for a month:
So what's a girl to do? When I finally could start writing again, I did. This is one of the results.
“Wh—what?” Rose stops and clears her throat and tries the word again because the first try came out in a cracking, confused squeak. “What are you wearing?”
She feels her heart starting to pound in her chest as the Doctor looks up at her lazily with sleepy brown eyes. No. Not sleepy eyes. Bedroom eyes. Those are definitely bedroom eyes and they are looking at her in ways she’s never quite seen before. Dreamt of, oh, yes, but never seen.
“Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks. Bedroom voice, too. Oh, damn but she’s in for a hormonal ride of epic proportions if he keeps looking at her like that. He stretches his lithe form and tucks his arms behind his head.
Rose doesn’t even know if it is possible to feel her pupils dilate, but she is sure they just did. Her breathing comes faster, heavier, her nostrils flare, and she is very, very aware of the rush of desire as blood races to her sex and her nipples stand up without even the hint of permission. A slow smile creeps across his face as if he’s aware of exactly what he’s doing to her.
“I…do,” she manages to say. “But…”
He shifts in the chair, angling his body and rumpling his attire further. Making her want to rumple and ruffle and put her hands all over him. She gulps.
“But what?”
“Well, the suit…”
“Was dirty.” His voice is dark, thick, lush as those two words drop from his lips and expand in the room like hot air filling a balloon.
Rose shifts, her thighs pressing against each other, seeking a bit of friction before she knows what she’s doing.
“And the spare?” Her voice is so high-pitched on the last word that she’s sure it could break glass.
“Absolutely filthy.”
“Gah.”
“What?” He pushes a hand through his hair, his product free, shiny, somewhat shaggy hair, and her hands twitch. Her body tries to start towards him, but her feet keep her sanely rooted to her spot. He folds both hands over his lean, narrow stomach.
Rose pushes her fist against her mouth to stop herself from doing things to him that would at best be inappropriate and at worst ruin their friendship. “I—I need to go,” she says because he looks all too male, all too human, and all too many things that he’s not, dressed in the well-fitting jeans and the wrinkled gray t-shirt and hoody. He’s practically naked in those clothes. Her face flushes at the thought.
“Do you?” he asks. His lower lip comes out in a pout and he suddenly looks so young, so much closer to her in age, and not the ancient being she knows him to be. The ancient being who doesn’t have wants or desires or needs likes hers. She shifts again as liquid soaks her knickers. Where did she leave her vibrator? Back of the closet? Under the bed? No, back at the flat. Oh, no. She is not going to survive this.
“Rose.”
“I…” Her eyes dip down to his zipper and she suddenly realizes that he’s not unaffected. He’s extremely hard.
“Because that’s not what I want,” he says. “I want you,” he drags out his words, “to stay…right…here.”
“Is—is that what you want?” she says shakily.
“Amongst…other things.”
Rose takes three deep breaths, almost panting at the heat rising in her chest. “What things?” she manages.
She’s staring right at him and she knows that his lips aren’t moving, but she hears his voice as plain as day as if he’d spoken the words aloud. “Come here, Rose.”
Rose lets out a soft whimper, two tiny little tones that break from her throat. She pushes her tongue against her teeth. She can practically see signs flashing over his head, signs that say things like Danger
and Caution
and Stop.
She doesn't want to pay attention to those signs, but she knows they are there for a reason. Despite herself she takes a step forward before her feet are sticking like glue to the floor again.
He runs a finger along the neckline of the t-shirt and swallows and she watches his Adam’s apple bob up and down. Her body gives a little convulsive shake and then she looks back at his eyes. For just one moment she sees a tiny flash of vulnerability, something she hasn’t seen in a long time. “Please,” he says and she breaks.
She isn’t even sure how she arrives at his side. One moment she is across the room and the next she is close enough to be pulled down onto his lap and she’s kissing him or he’s kissing her, or it doesn’t matter because he’s got one hand up the back of her shirt and the other cradling her face and she’s pretty sure that caution no longer exists and they’re going to make love right in that chair.
By the time he breaks the kiss her bra’s undone and then the buttons on her shirt as well, and he’s got one nipple in his mouth before she knows what’s happening. She lets out a soft cry and squirms against him, her bum rubbing his erection through his tight jeans. She wiggles and he lets out a moan around her soft flesh. She pushes a hand between them, snaps a button and pulls a zip, reaching in and rubbing lightly.
He growls as she encircles him and lets her nipple go. Quickly she yanks off his hoody and t-shirt and runs her hands all over his chest. He’s hairier than she’d thought. His eyes meet hers again and he almost lunges for her mouth. They fall out of the chair and onto the floor. She loses hold of him, and she can’t help giggling at their ungainliness until he pushes up her skirt and his hand is inside her knickers. One quick stroke down her slickness and his finger finds its way home. She gasps as it goes in with no resistance.
“Now,” she manages in a voice that squeaks.
He takes down her knickers and pulls himself out of his jeans, not even bothering to take them off and he’s on her and suddenly in her. She lets out a sharp cry as he fills her, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He’s a little rough and a little fast and a little hard, but she doesn’t care. All she cares about is that it’s finally happening, that she and he are becoming they in ways she never thought they would. Her hips rise to meet his and she feels her heart racing, can actually feel his dual hearts pounding as he clutches her frantically to his chest.
She kisses him manically, all tongue, no finesse, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He thrusts harder and she clings to him, wanting him even in the midst of having him. “I’m going to come, Rose,” he says.
She realizes she is, too. She’s so close and she wants it so much. His pelvis shifts, brushing hard against her clit and setting her off. She clenches violently and he cries out at the sensation before he stiffens and he fires within her. She lets out soft “uhn” sounds with each release and then he’s done, his body giving up any pretense of supporting its own weight.
“That was…that was…” She can’t finish a sentence and finds she doesn’t want to with a sweaty, sated Doctor atop her.
“I’ll have to wear this outfit more often,” he murmurs in her ear.
“Or nothing at all,” she says brashly.
He stills, and then lifts off her a bit to look at her. “Or nothing at all,” he agrees. And he smiles that brilliant smile and she knows that life will only get better from here.
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