amberfocus | Wolf Moon: Chapter Forty-Three (Reply)

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Giving and Taking

“You okay?” the Doctor asked her as they lay still connected and facing each other. His eyes were vulnerable as he looked into hers and one hand rose to stroke sweaty hair away from her face. She was so lovely like this, freshly made love to, flushed and completely tousled.

She nodded, smiled, and said, “It was beautiful.” She reached up and ran her fingers over his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. He kissed her hand as it trailed across his mouth, sucked in her index finger as it caressed his lips and circled the tip of it with his tongue.

Rose squirmed a little bit and moaned and he felt his penis twitch where it was still lodged inside her, never having gone completely soft. She lifted her leg to snake over his hip and edged her body closer to his. The Doctor jerked forward at the sudden movement and felt himself hardening.

“Already?” gasped Rose.

“I’m ready if you are,” he told her. He gave her a nudge with his hips, pushing into her a bit more. Rose returned the pressure, grinding into him. She gave him a wondering smile.

“I am,” she told him. The position was somewhat awkward but that didn’t stop them from playing with it for a few minutes with gentle pushes forward and backward pulls. It was Rose’s impatience that got the better of her and she was pushing him flat onto his back and going with him, never allowing withdrawal, until she was sitting astride him.

She leaned forward and placed her hands on the mattress on either side of his waist and began to ride him, raising and lowering herself on his shaft. He brought his hands up to knead her breasts, watching the concentration on her face as she shifted her body, angling her pelvis until each stroke against his length scraped against her clitoris and her face broke out in a rapturous smile.

He allowed his hands to trail down to her waist and she squirmed a little as his ghosting fingers tickled the sensitive flesh there, before stroking back up her sides and onto her breasts. He repeated the motions as she moved and broke her rhythm. With a slight glare at him she began to shift her movements. Up, lean forwards to push his penis against her clit, down again, and a circling around of her hips; up, forwards, down and a circle in the opposite direction.

The need to thrust against her was growing within him, despite his enjoyment of her movements and he gave an impatient upwards stab against her. She stilled and looked down at his face, lifting her hands and running them across his chest, her fingers playing in his chest hair, threading through it and letting it slide out again, tugging lightly.

A moment later she began to move again, repeating her earlier pattern of movements. He grabbed hold of her hips and tried to push his pelvis into her again. This time she rose up until just the very head of him was still inside her and then she hovered. She just hovered with a wicked smirk on her face and then swirled just the tip inside her as she moved her hips in a series of figure eights.

He whimpered at the delightful torture, but he was aching to be back inside her. “Rose,” he protested. Very slowly she eased herself back down onto him and he let out a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as she once more gloved him in her heat. She tightened herself around him, just sitting there and clenching the strong muscles with that little smirk on her face.

He ached to push into her, but didn’t want her pulling off again. With an evil look that showed she knew precisely what she was doing to him, Rose slid up his shaft again only to hold herself completely still this time. He twitched, his body involuntarily jerking his hips upwards. Rose laughed. “What impatience, Doctor,” Rose said in a teasing tone. Still she sat that way, not even wiggling against his head and he wanted to weep.

Instead he grabbed her hips and pulled her a little more forcefully than he’d intended back down on his shaft until he was fully inside her. Rose’s eyes went huge and her mouth widened into a big O and he thought for a moment he might have hurt her, but then she rose up on him again and smiled at him and he knew she’d liked it. He pulled her back down again with equal intensity.

They found a rhythm and his eyes skipped from the look on her face to the delightful way her breasts bounced each time she was yanked down his length. Tingles shot through his balls and up and down his penis at the steady, forceful rise and fall between them. He reveled in the slick, hot walls each time he thrust into them. He loved the way she fit so tightly yet still moved with such lovely ease over him, the gorgeous friction firing his nerve endings to an all time high.

Rose tired of the game before he did and was urging him to roll them over. He did and pulled some of her own game and rested against her without moving. She squirmed and bucked her hips roughly upwards. “Who’s impatient now, love?” he asked her.

“I am,” she freely admitted. “Please. Just take me.” She bucked again and the look on her face was so wanton that he complied, pulling back and thrusting into her. He began a gentle in and out motion, but Rose was done with gentleness. “Harder,” she told him. “Faster.” He increased his speed and felt her hands reaching down and clutching the hard muscles of his buttocks, urging him on. He increased his force and his speed yet again, watching her face to make sure pleasure did not change to pain.

Rose gave him a delighted smile when he shifted forwards so that his thrusts were causing him to grind against her little bundle of nerves. He could sense the pleasure rippling out from that source of blissfulness, feel the orgasm as it began to rise up in her. He thought for a moment of drawing this out, making her wait, making her beg him for it, but in the end he wanted to be a caring and generous lover and not tease her for longer than she could bear.

The Doctor added just that little bit of increased pressure to his strokes and the gathering storm at the apex of her sex began to quiver as blood shot through it, raising it’s heat level and radiating electricity that tripped her system over the brink. She began to contract almost painfully hard around him and he had to force himself to continue his thrusts and not still to enjoy her movements. He didn’t want to accidently end her orgasm prematurely. As Rose continued to clench and tighten around him he began to wonder if anything could end it prematurely, or at all.

Energy raced through her body, he could see the golden glow rushing off her in waves as the orgasm ripped through her. Her arms and legs tightened and a second wave washed over her system. Eventually the tremors died off and then he picked up his own pace again. He was so close, so very close to completion and knew it would only be seconds as he pushed himself forwards, pulled out, thrust and withdrew, stroke after stroke until he felt the tightness in his balls, the rising of one to fire and then the almost painful release as his seed shot the length of his shaft and burst out to flood the inside of Rose’s body.

She whimpered as the iciness impacted against her and to his surprise a baby orgasm tightened around him as he continued to empty himself into her body. She was crying out to both God and himself as the little orgasm shook her, but all he could manage was to say her name over and other again. At completion he slowly withdrew from her, large quantities of his pale blue seed spilling out onto her thighs and down to stain the bed sheets.

He scrambled off the bed despite her murmured protest and hurried into the bathroom to retrieve some towels and a warm wet cloth to clean up the mess. He cleaned himself off first and then returned to Rose, running the warm cloth over her thighs and her sex and then soaking up the mess on the bed with the one towel and then laying the other towel down on top of it. “So there’s no one stuck lying in the wet spot,” he told her.

She laughed and he pulled her over onto her side, brushed her hair up out of his way so he wouldn’t lay on it, and spooned up against her back, his semi-soft shaft against the back of her thighs, one arm under her pillow and the other wrapped around her, his hand resting firmly on the breast closest to the mattress. “I love you,” he told her, kissing the back of her neck. She pushed slightly back against him.

“I love you, too.”

“Tell me some more about your life with the other…me,” he asked her.

“You want me to talk about him? When we’re in bed together? After what we just did?” Rose asked in shock.

“Suddenly I’m not very jealous of the man anymore,” he told her. He nipped at her shoulder with his teeth and she squealed.

“You want version one or version two?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Whatever you want to tell me,” he said.

“The very first time we travelled in time, he took me into the future to see the end of the world. My world, my Earth, the day the sun expanded. There I met a bitchy trampoline with a superiority complex…”

Eventually Rose ran out of words and the story ended. He was somewhat miffed with his other self at the danger the other him had put the unsuspecting young girl in, letting her wander around the station on her own while that Doctor flirted with a tree.

“I thought you said it was the tenth incarnation that flirted with other women?” he questioned her.

“That was before…well, he and I were only just becoming mates then, and I had a boyfriend, Mickey, back at home that I was still attached, too. Though I think I knew even then that that relationship was doomed. Once I met the other Doctor, I wanted so much more out of life. So much more out of a relationship then watching footie on TV and having a guy that only wanted to cop a feel during commercial breaks.”

She pushed back against him and his arm tightened around her. “I was attracted to him from the start, before I knew anything about him. At first I thought it was because he saved my life; because he wasn’t my type, but I know better now. I just didn’t know what my type was. Although technically I seem to have two types: rugged and hot like you and unashamedly pretty. Though I much prefer like you.” Rose laughed and he chuckled along with her.

“He seemed old enough to be my father, I had no idea how old,” she snorted. “But I didn’t care. Every time I saw him I had a strange feeling in my stomach, a tight pull in my groin. I probably shouldn’t be saying that to you. Though, well, I’ve got far more than a tight pull when I look at you. I'm looking at the same face and body after all, but with so much more behind it.” She wiggled against him again and he felt himself beginning to respond to her movements, his length hardening against her thigh. “I wanted him, yeah, but it’s nothing compared to how I want you. Speaking of which, you ready for another go, old man?”

“Old man?” he said sounding offended. “I’ll show you an old man.” He rolled her onto her stomach, pushed her legs apart and hauled her backside up into the air. He scrambled between her thighs, found her opening and with one quick thrust he was inside her again. She gasped at his entry, but the ease with which he’d slid inside her assured him that it was surprise and not pain that had made her inhale so sharply.

Rose adjusted her body so she was supporting herself on her hands and then she pushed back against him. “Well, then,” she said and he could just tell she had a smirk on her face even if he couldn’t see it. “Show me.”

The Doctor took a firm grasp on her hips, pulled her back with him about a foot so that her head wouldn’t accidently bang into the headboard and said, “Tell me if I get too rough, okay? I’d like to go a bit more all out if that’s all right with you.”

“All out?” Rose squeaked.

“Yes. Not like with bonding. I’ll pull back if you need me to. I can. I promise. I’d just like to see where the limits are. If you don’t mind.”

Rose made up her mind quickly. “I don’t mind.” The last word came out of her mouth and he pulled back then plowed into her hard enough that she cried out. His balls swung forward and banged against her clit and she gasped. He paused, but she was pushing back against him instantly. “Again,” she told him. “Go.”

Their lovemaking was fast and furious and he pushed her to the edge of her limits, feeling her emotions radiating out at him, finding the line without her needing to tell him out loud where it was. He pounded into her body and she met each thrust with a backwards push of her own. She felt so amazing around him and he stroked strongly forwards towards orgasm.

Rose’s arms buckled and her front half collapsed down into the pillow. He kept his hands on her hips and she kept her bum raised in the air and his speed increased. She was whimpering, but a brief brush against her temple assured him it was from the feel of his balls pounding against her little button and she was enjoying herself immensely. Rose started swearing at him to hurry up and make her come and he bumped up his speed yet again, though not the forcefulness of his thrusts. It did the trick and she was off and soaring and her violent contractions clamped down so hard on him that the second they let up he was releasing into her.

She fell to the bed and he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing against her, holding her down in the bed. She didn’t complain, rather seemed to be reveling in the sensation of being unable to move much. He fastened his teeth into the back of her shoulder and slowly bit down, gradually increasing the pressure until she was squirming and panting wildly underneath him. When he finally let her go and rolled off her back she bounced her body around until she was wedged tightly underneath one of his arms and her fingers were splayed in his chest hair.

Rose pet him and he made a low rumbling sound in his throat. “That was amazing,” she said kissing his side where her face rested against him.

“You’re amazing,” he said. His fingers made little circles on her back.

“And if I’m counting right, that means we have one more go?” she asked mischievously.

“Rose Tyler, you’re incorrigible,” he teased her.

“Always try to be,” she said. “Honestly, I do need a rest, though. You’ve worn this poor girl out.” Her stomach growled audibly. “And some food. We made love right through and well past the lunch hour.” She made no move to leave his side, continuing to pet his chest and plant little kisses along his side. A second more forceful growl from her stomach made him laugh.

“You go get yourself cleaned up,” he told her. “I’ll get us some food.”

Rose pulled away from him reluctantly and sat up. She stood, swayed for a minute and then walked towards the bathroom in a path that was not the least little bit straight. He laughed again and she threw a smile back over her shoulder. He heard the sounds of the shower start and let himself think about the shower he and Rose had taken together earlier in the week for a moment, his shaft twitching as he did so.

“Down boy,” he told himself. “You’ll get another go later tonight.” He rose from the bed and opened the door, about to head for the kitchen. Sitting outside the door was a large cooler. He bent down and opened it and saw that it was packed with bread, meat, cheeses, fruit, sliced cucumbers and wine. He hauled it into the room, stepped outside for a moment to get the TARDIS’ attention and said, “Thank you.” She gave him a pleased hum and then returned her attention to navigating the Vortex.

He laid out a clean sheet on the bed and set up the picnic then went to surprise his beloved Rose in the shower.

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