amberfocus | Wolf Moon: Chapter Forty-Two

A/N: And the oh, so lovely photo manipulation was done for me by angelfireeast. Isn't she amazing?

Sex and Loving

Rose woke up and glanced at her watch with a start then narrowed her eyes. Her alarm should have gone off an hour ago but it hadn’t. She wiggled around so she could look at the Doctor and asked him, “Did you turn off my alarm?”

“You just looked so tired, Rose. There was no harm in giving you a bit more time,” he told her.

“No harm?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s one hour more we could have been in bed. A girl might think you’d changed your mind.”

His eyes darkened, glittering in their intensity. “Oh, no, Rose,” he said. “No mind changing allowed. I just thought you ought to be very,” he paused and his voice dropped low into his throat, “very,” he swept his eyes down the length of her body, “well rested.”

“Why, Doctor, whatever did you have in mind?” she asked breathlessly in a bad American accent and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

He laughed. “I’m trying to seduce you, Rose, and you go all southern belle on me?”

“There’s no need for seduction. I believe I’ve made my position clear,” she told him running her hand along the smooth muscles of his chest.

“Where’s that, then? Underneath me?” he asked cheekily.

“Or on top of you,” she shot back.

“How about behind you?” he asked innocently.

“I’m not particularly picky at the moment,” she growled. “I just want you, in the bedroom, now.” Her hand trailed down below his waist and he groaned as it encircled him. He’d been half hard already just lying next to her naked body. She gave him a light tug and he immediately hardened. He had to concentrate to make sure he didn’t go beyond what Rose’s body could handle. He sent the proper mix of biochemicals into his bloodstream to keep himself from growing too large. He wouldn’t hurt her again. He grabbed the small bundle of their clothing and then Rose was urging him to rise. “Up. TARDIS. Now.” She sat up and then stood up, pulling him with her.

“Rose, that’s not a handle,” he said with a gasp though there was no real complaint in his voice.

“Oh, I think it handles rather well,” she told him. She gave him a light stroke and then walked backwards towards the TARDIS, never letting go of his shaft.

In the console room he paused. “Now what?” grumbled Rose.

“Now I should send us into the Vortex and back to the Temple of Hidden Means,” he said. “It’s going to take several days to get there and we’re going to be pretty busy for the next little while. Just let me do this first and then I’m all yours,” he told her.

Rose pouted but let go of him. “I’ll be waiting in our bedroom,” she said. The slight emphasis on the word "our" made him give her a soft grin. She rubbed herself up against his body.

“Go, temptress,” he said and with a giggle she left him alone in the console room and made her way to their bedroom. When she arrived there she found the bed had been made over with black cotton sheets edged with brilliant blue satin trim. The pillow cases were blue satin and so was the duvet, which was folded at the end of the bed.

“You do this?” she asked the TARDIS.

“No,” she said. “He snuck in while you were sleeping.”

Rose smiled, then as a thought occurred to her she asked, “You won’t be…watching, will you?”

The chiming laughter of the TARDIS filled her head. “My attention will be on the Vortex, Rose. I’ll be piloting. The only room I’m always fully aware of is the console room. I can shut out any other room in my body.”

“That’s a relief,” laughed Rose.

“For me, too. I don’t particularly wish to watch the two of you rutting,” the TARDIS said.

“That’s a rude word,” gasped Rose.

“Isn’t that what it’s called when animals mate?” she asked.

“We’re not animals,” Rose protested.

“You’re not plants or minerals,” said the TARDIS.

Rose snorted at the TARDIS’ logic. “We use words like sex or loving,” she explained. “Making love. Not rutting. Even mating is better than rutting.”

“Regardless of what you wish to call it, I will not be present during your sex and loving.”

Rose went into the bathroom shaking her head at the surreal conversation she’d just had with the ship. She used the toilet and then washed her face, combed through the tangled mess of her hair and considered putting on some body lotion, but decided the Doctor might not like tasting that on her skin so she left it off.

She hesitated at the bathroom door, a sudden burst of nervousness washing over her. This was it. They were really going to do this. Her heart sped up a bit in her chest. She wanted to trust that he wouldn’t hurt her this time but there was a tiny flicker of fear in the back of her mind. She closed her eyes and concentrated on slowing her pulse. She didn’t want him to think she was afraid of him. She didn’t want him to decide it was too soon to be doing this. Because fear or not, she wanted him. Wanted him with everything in her. Even if it meant a little bit of pain. Just not…just not like before.

Rose took a deep breath and left the bathroom. She found the Doctor stretched out on the bed, hands behind his neck and staring up at the ceiling. As her hesitant footsteps approached the bed he swiveled his head around to look at her with an expression of such intensity and longing and love that her fear suddenly dropped away from her like a cloak falling from her shoulders.

“I love you,” he said softly his eyes wandering from her face slowly across her breasts and down her stomach, lingering at the soft curls before tracing their way down her thighs, sliding over her knees, drifting all the way across her legs to her ankles and feet then back up until his gaze met hers.

“I love you,” she said and came to join him on the bed. He lay there just looking at her, waiting for her to take the lead. It was precisely what she needed to settle her nerves. She sat beside him on her knees and ran her hands over his chest, her palms circling the taut nipples before leaning over and gently licking the nearer one, then kissing it with the lightest of brushes of her lips, then taking it between her teeth and scraping lightly across the sensitive flesh. She smiled at his intake of breath.

Rose trailed her lips across his body, rising slightly to reach his other nipple where she nibbled at the other nubbin, laving it generously, scraping it to hear his gasps. The doctor kept his body perfectly still other than to bring one hand down and rest it lightly on her back. As she continued her ministrations he gently stroked her hair and back, but made no other moves to touch her. When she glanced up at him his head was tilted back, his eyes closed, his nostrils flaring sharply.

She kissed her way to his sternum and then up to his collarbone, swirling her tongue in the little indentation and then up to the golden bite scar. She gently nipped at it with her teeth before kissing tenderly and moving across his shoulder to the double pulse point of his neck. The day and a half’s growth of beard on his face scratched lightly against her cheek and she nuzzled into his roughness.

Her lips moved up his neck to his jaw, along his jaw line and up to his eyes, where she dropped a kiss on each lid, the tip of his nose and then finally met his lips with her own. She licked lightly at the left corner and smiled when he shuddered. She snaked her tongue along his mouth, breaking the seal and entering to run along the length of his gums, down across his teeth and then up behind towards the roof of his mouth. He was passive until she stroked across his tongue and then his hand came up and clasped the back of her neck, holding her to him and meeting the thrusts of her tongue with his own.

He was slow and steady, rhythmic and gentle, but he was now in charge of the kiss and she felt a slight flutter in her stomach as he took that control from her. Taking the kiss out of his mouth and into her own, he studied her tongue and teeth in great detail, sweeping slowly across them and leaving no part of her unplundered. As if sensing the flutter in her belly his hand stroked across it, the other still holding her head in place as she leaned over him.

Finally she broke away from him and he let her go. She sat up, gasping for breath, despite the fact that she’d been breathing through her nose the entire time. He took her breath away even when he wasn’t literally taking her breath away. He sat up slowly, giving her plenty of time to adjust to his movement and then he moved his hand from her stomach and up to gently cup one of her breasts. His other hand joined the first and slowly he began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, being careful to keep his touch gentle.

Rose’s eyes fluttered shut, but one hand blindly sought him, swept down his chest and then as he spread his legs, down over his hip and between his thighs where she cupped his balls, her touch light and ghosting. He groaned and she brought her mouth back to his for another kiss. His hands moved to play with soft flesh at the underside of her breasts and she hissed into his mouth at his delicate strokes.

She moved her fingers up with feathery touches running them the length of his penis up to the tip and down to the root before firmly taking him in hand. He groaned into her mouth and the lovely vibration of it teased against her tongue. One of his hands crept from her breast down to the soft curls and she opened her knees and allowed his fingers to find her center. As he played at the edges of her womanhood she felt heat rush to her groin. His fingertip ghosted over her clitoris and she jerked towards him, his mouth smiling against hers as she did.

He broke the kiss and pulled back to look her in the eyes before slowly pushing a finger past her opening and into her warmth. She shivered at the coolness of the digit, thinking how much cooler he’d be when his strong shaft was sliding its way home. Her gaze held his, her longing for him clear in her eyes, his longing for her as readily apparent. She was hot, slick, wet and wanting.

With her eyes never leaving his she rose up and straddled him, bringing her entrance to meet the tip of his penis. It was almost icy as she lowered herself an inch at a time down the length of him, giving herself time to adjust. Despite his not being expanded to full size, he was still larger than any other man she’d been with. She eased herself down with great care until he was nestled inside her all the way to the root and he let out a sigh of contentment as he began to warm in her heat. Then she wrapped her legs around his back and slowly she began to rock.

The Doctor joined her in the gentle rocking motion, snaking one hand between them to stroke idly at her clit. He lowered his mouth to her breast and took the nipple into his mouth and began to suckle at it, his nose rubbing teasingly against the soft breast every time she rocked towards him. Back and forth they rocked together, the Doctor only sliding two or three inches in and out as they moved.

After several minutes of rocking Rose felt a slight need began to rise in her and the Doctor pulled away from her breast and mumbled, “Rose, I need…more…please, can we…?” She nodded her head and untangled herself from him. As he came out of her he whimpered at the sudden change in temperature and the loss of her tightness around him.

Rose lay down on her back and she spread her legs for him and he scrambled between them, lining himself up at her opening, pushing lightly until just the head was nestled inside her. Their eyes met and she nodded. He sheathed himself inside her, his eyes closing for a moment as he moaned at the feeling of wholeness being encased in her wetness brought him. “All right?” he asked her.

“More than all right,” she said with an impatient upwards thrust of her hips. “Get a move on, Doctor.” He laughed, grinned, and got a move on. He pulled his hips back and then pushed back into her. “Faster,” Rose encouraged and he picked up his pace. She smiled at him as the new sensations raced through her interior, her walls hugging him tightly and the friction sending delightful chills through her body.

Rose circled her hips from time to time interrupting his rhythm just often enough that he was beginning to get a stern look on his face that said just what he thought of her teasing him. She’d just smile devilishly up at him. Three more possible goes tonight or not, she wanted this time, this first time making love without instinct kicking in, to last.

She watched his face carefully, waiting for him to get close and then she did a gentle figure eight with her pelvis and he groaned, “Damn it, Rose, stop that.” He leaned to one side and reached between them, finding her clit and pinching it hard enough to make her gasp and for it to come completely out of hiding. Then he worked it mercilessly as he increased his thrusts, in and out, in and out, quickly stroking his way towards completion. Rose gasped and moaned and within a minute of his concentrated efforts she was contracting around him in a hard and violent fashion, her entire body clenching and clenching along with her inner walls, her hands fisting in the bed sheets as she cried out at the powerful shocks racing through her system.

As her orgasm finished the Doctor moved his hand back to help support himself and picked up his pace, driving more forcefully into her body. She raised her hips to meet each thrust, no longer in a mood to tease, only wanting to make him come, to feel it as it splattered within her. She raised her hands to his temples, made the linkage and shot into his mind. She radiated her love and lust for him and felt it returned to her in kind. Electricity raced through her body, golden sparks racing between them and then the Doctor grunted, whispered her name, and his shaft expanded slightly and then he was firing his seed deep within her body, the cool liquid ice a glorious contrast to her own burning heat.

Her mind was soaring aloft on wings of gold and silver. She felt the Doctor’s presence lifting beside her, felt his love wrapping her in trust/need/want/hope/faith/forever. She burned against him and she longed for that forever. She was never going to leave him. She was never going to have to. Timelines rippled and she rode the wave.

Slowly, gently they came down into a quivering heap of glorious aftershocks. The Doctor collapsed on top of Rose, wrapping his arms tightly around her and then rolling slightly to one side, his shaft still firmly encased between her legs. She could hear the thought coming from his mind that if he had his way he’d be staying there for the next several hours. Rose smiled. If she had her way, he’d have his.

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*Sigh* A lovely counterpart to their first time together. I'm rather glad the TARDIS doesn't have to be conscious of what's going on inside her--and it sounds like she is, too.

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Wolf Moon: Chapter Forty-Two

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