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amberfocus) wrote2009-04-26 10:59 pm
amberfocus) wrote2009-04-26 10:59 pm
Bit of a Change (3/3)
Title: Bit of a Change (3/3)
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, PWP, smidge of Crack, Smut
Betas: amyo67, JeopardyFriendly
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their first stop was an intergalactic sex shop that had absolutely nothing that could help him. It turned out that Rose’s flip comment about the existence of Space Viagra hadn’t been inaccurate. It existed in many, many different forms, but unfortunately after many trials and errors they had discovered that not one of them worked on Gallifreyan physiology.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/239005.html Ch. 2: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/239480.html
Chapter Three: Straight to the Point
Rose felt her knickers flood with arousal at his words and just as quickly saw the realization in his eyes at the effect of that one brief sentence on her desire for him. He moved so quickly then she didn’t even see him. One moment he was at the far end of the ramp and the next moment he had her pinned against the console. His hands had moved to her waistline and he had them under her top, his fingers sliding up her ribcage and around to the back of her bra. For someone who didn’t have much experience with human women he had no problem unfastening the restraint, or any hesitation arrowing right in on her breasts as he freed them.
He pushed her back onto the console and had started pushing her shirt up out of the way when she felt something sharp digging into her backside. “Ouch.”
“Ouch?” he said vaguely, not paying that much attention to her comment. He was fixated on her breasts, caressing the soft flesh and slowly making his way towards the little peaks in the center.
“The console’s not exactly the most comfortable place to be doing this,” she said, her voice a bit unsteady from his actions. “I think I’m sitting on the communications’ lever.”
“Oh?” He leaned down to kiss the exposed skin of her stomach and began moving his lips upwards but this had the effect of pushing her back harder into the console into yet another knob that bit painfully into her lower back. She shoved him away from her. He stumbled and fell on his bum. “Oi, Rose!” He looked confused and more than a little bit frustrated.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Doctor, bedroom, now.” She spoke slowly and clearly and very firmly, so that in his lust-filled daze he would realize that she was not, in any way, rejecting him. She hurried through the console room and down the corridor as he was getting to his feet. If she was any judge at all of his new condition she would just about make it to her room before he caught up with her.
She increased her pace as she heard the sound of rubber soles slapping against grating. “Rose!” the Doctor called out determinedly.
“Bedroom,” she called over her shoulder. She was right about almost being able to make it there. He caught up with her in the hallway just a few feet short of her door and spun her around, shoving her up against the wall.
“That wasn’t nice,” he said. She noticed that he’d shed his suit jacket and that his tie was loose and barely hanging around his throat.
“This isn’t going to be nice,” she told him clearly.
“But you—.”
She edged towards her bedroom again and his arms shot out and trapped her. “I’ve waited too long for just nice. It’s going to be hot and quick and dirty and hard, but the last thing it’s going to be,” her voice dropped to a soft growl of her own, “is nice.”
“But—but I’ve been reading,” he protested. “The first time is always supposed to be nice, special—.” Rose told him in rather impolite terms what he could do with his specialness. “I don’t think that’s anatomically possible, Rose. That would require two of me or a fair bit of bendiness…” He trailed off at the look on her face and when she kissed him, hard and possessively, he totally lost the plot of what he’d been going to say.
She pushed him off her again and made it the last few feet to her door. Her hand found the knob and she turned it just as he caught her again, slamming them both through the doorway. They stumbled, barely keeping their balance until they hit the bed and they fell onto it. Rose kicked off her shoes and the Doctor followed suit with a bit more effort, having to pause to actually unlace his Converse enough to get them off. “I don’t think I like these shoes anymore,” he commented. “Much too hard to take off when it’s important.”
Rose scrambled all the way onto the bed. “Here, now,” she ordered impatiently tapping the bed with her fist when the second shoe finally dropped to the floor.
The Doctor quickly crawled up her body and settled himself on top of her, straddling her thighs. He pulled her shirt up and she managed to squirm out of it. He flung it to the side and made short work of her bra. He groaned as his eyes fell on her naked torso. “You’re beautiful,” he said in a tortured voice before he leaned down and sucked one hardening nipple into his mouth.
Rose sighed as his tongue went to work on the pebbled bud. “That’s some good reading you’ve been doing,” she breathed out as his tongue swirled around her. Her hands went into his hair, threading the silken strands through her fingers and scratching lightly at his scalp. He paused for a moment, releasing her and tilting his head into her caress, his eyes closing and his throat making a noise that very much resembled purring more than growling. She let one hand drift down to his tie and she rapidly rid him of it, her fingers working on the buttons she could reach next.
He made to move back towards her breast but she stopped him. “Shirt off,” she instructed him.
“Very bossy when you’re randy,” he said reminding her of his statement of many weeks previous, but it was a token protest as he sat up on her thighs and shrugged out of the shirt.
“Oh!” Rose said as her eyes feasted on so much skin. His muscles were lean and she could see his ribcage under the rather thick chest hair. He was skinnier than she’d thought but it didn’t bother her. His nipples were hard and a long, thin line of hair led from his chest down to his navel and disappeared into his trousers. She reached for his chest and wove the hair through her fingers. It was nearly as lovely as the hair on his head and had the added benefit of being against rippling flesh.
She stroked him until he protested that he wanted to get back to what he’d been doing and he pushed her hands away, leaning down again. “My. Turn,” he said firmly taking charge and grabbing both her hands in his. He pushed them up over her head. He held them there with one hand before sucking her nipple back into his mouth. His free hand played with her other breast and Rose was soon dizzy with the pleasurable sensations that were rippling through her body.
As much as she was enjoying it, she ached to touch him again and so when the pressure let up on her wrists she made her move, pushing at his shoulders while at the same time twisting her hips and legs and flipping him off her body and onto his back. Next moment she was straddling his thighs and her fingers were working determinedly at his belt buckle. “I wasn’t done,” he said darkly, but Rose ignored him. “Rose, I want—.”
“Shut up, Doctor,” she said wresting his belt free and flinging it off the bed. Her hands flew next to the fastenings of his fly and when she got them undone she grabbed hold of the top of his trousers and shimmied them downwards, moving backwards across his legs until she stood up at the foot of the bed and removed them. She was somewhat surprised to find him wearing boxer briefs. Apparently he didn’t go commando anymore. Well, she’d make short work of those, she thought, as she moved back onto the bed.
But the Doctor was ready with his own plan and he wrestled her back down, his fingers hooking in the sides of her Capris and her knickers and pulling them down all in one go. He stripped off her socks then turned back to look at her. The sound that emerged from his throat as he drank her in sent a flash of fear-laced excitement through her system. She let her legs fall open under his gaze and the feral noise came again and his nostrils flared. There was no sign of her sweet Doctor. This man was primal. He wanted. Reason had fled. She smiled.
He stripped off his socks and underwear and Rose gasped as his erection sprang up, ready, willing and more than able. He was big, but not huge. A good eight inches long and thicker than she was used to. It might be a challenge, she thought, but it would be a good one. She closed her eyes, her mind flashing forward to what was about to happen.
“I want you,” she told him. When she opened her eyes he was between her legs and his penis was nestled at her opening. She was glad they didn’t need a condom. He’d made sure they both had clean bills of health and had been lacing their food with contraceptives since they’d started looking for a way to make the Doctor less…decorative, in the hopes that when the time came they’d be able to just go at it. It was two less worries now in the heat of the moment.
“Please,” she moaned and with one rough push the Doctor shoved inside her. Rose screamed in release at the intensity of him finally filling her and the Doctor immediately stilled himself. “No,” she said. “No, don’t you dare stop now.” She bucked violently upwards and there was no looking back.
The Doctor moved inside her fast and strong and hard. Each thrust moved her backwards on the bed an inch at a time until she was in serious danger of hitting her head against the headboard, but it would be so worth it because the sensations of the man she loved more than anything in this universe thrusting into her was sending her into orbit.
The Doctor dragged her backwards down the bed until she was out of danger, then grabbed hold of her legs, holding each knee at the inside of his elbows before resuming his manic plunging. In this new position they did no more travelling and Rose found herself lost in nothing but thrust, withdraw, plunge, release, pound, retract and then, oh, and then! A strange pulsing and rippling sensation burst inside her and she felt tendrils release from the Doctor and attach themselves to her inner walls. Little electric bursts shot through her and sizzled her nerve endings and she came violently around him, clenching spasmodically as every muscle in her body seemed to curl in on itself.
She found herself floating somewhere up near the ceiling, her mind bathed in music and blinding flashes of silver and gold assaulting her vision. The scent of oranges and something earthy she couldn’t quite identify invaded her nostrils and a feeling of warmth wrapped around her, softness like silk seeming to cling to her skin. “Doctor? Doctor!” she cried out in ecstasy.
“I’m here,” she heard his voice murmur and she realized he was riding the crest of this wave with her and slowly her vision refocused and she realized the warmth and the silk was him and the music was the sound of time itself singing through them both. The earthy scent was his own and she inhaled it deeply, loving every nuance of what sex-drenched Doctor smelled like.
She relaxed bonelessly back into reality and found herself held tightly in the Doctor’s arms. “That was…that was definitely not nice,” he said.
“Yeah.” She grinned at him. There had been nothing nice about it. But it had been the most amazing experience of her life.
He kissed her lightly. “What’s nice like?” he asked a few moments later.
She grinned at him, tongue between her teeth and said, “Let me show you.”
She crawled down his body then and settled between his legs. “Rose, what are you doing?”
“Showing you the point of oral stimulation.”
“Ah. Didn’t get that far in my readinnnnnnnnng,” he said as she took him into her mouth. He looked down at her with astonished eyes. “Just," he panted, "read the--the female part. That’s…that’s…brilliant.” His head flopped back on the pillow and a goofy smile crossed his face. “A verrrry nice point,” he managed to get out as she swirled her tongue about the head of his rapidly hardening shaft. She smiled around him and then made further speech impossible for him as she took him as far as she could into her mouth.
Rose wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and began working him in tandem, her tongue busy against the underside with the occasional circle all the way around. She was quite pleased with herself at the noises she was making him achieve and when she suddenly sucked in a mouthful of cool air he practically leapt off the bed at the contrast between it and her wet, warm mouth. “Ro-ose,” he said in a choked whisper that was not a complaint.
One of his hands came to rest on her head and she glanced up. His other hand fisted in the bed sheets and he squirmed. His fingers tangled in her hair and he moaned her name again, before dissolving into guttural syllables she didn’t recognize as either English or his own lovely language that he’d occasionally speak to her in. She grinned at his loss of coherency and redoubled her efforts, this time increasing her suction to the point that she’d hollowed her cheeks.
“Rose, Rose, Rose,” he mumbled. “Stop, Rose.” He tugged her hair up and she popped up off him.
“Yes, Doctor?”
“You—you need to, to stop,” he gasped out, “Or I’m—about to—do something,” he gasped again, “quite rude in your lovely, lovely mouth.”
She grinned. “Not a problem.” And she went down on him again, giggling then softly humming at the squeak that emerged from him. He was still on the edge and it only took him a moment longer to tip over it. As he came in her mouth she swallowed it down. The taste was slightly sweet and a bit salty, but without the tinge of bitterness she’d been expecting. In fact, it was far more pleasant than she’d thought it would be and she knew that this sort of activity was definitely going to become a favorite for both of them.
When at last he softened she let him slide from her lips and she crawled up beside him. “Do you understand the point now?” she asked him arching her eyebrows.
“Not quite sure,” he said. “I think I might need another lesson.” And before she knew what he was doing, he was nudging his ways between her thighs and settling down to the task at hand. “You’re really very beautiful,” he said, studying her intently.
Rose felt herself blushing. He spread apart the soft folds and found the little bundle of nerves at the top. “Now according to my research this,” and he touched her there, “is your most interesting feature.” Rose squealed at his touch. “Mmm…very interesting. Now the question is…what do you taste like?”
He stuck out his tongue very gingerly and stroked it from the base of her entrance to the top her clit. He tilted his head then, analyzing the flavors and then grinned. “I’ll figure it out later.” And with that he dove in, his tongue flicking in happy little circles as he lapped against the hardening pearl. Rose felt herself rising up quite rapidly only to spiral down just a bit when he’d stop long enough to gently suck one of the folds into his mouth or to push gently inside her, lapping up her copious fluids. She was going insane as he repeated his little pattern of exploration, but she had to admit that whatever he’d been reading was incredibly good source material.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore he returned his attentions to her clit, focusing with a single-mindedness that had her saying things that would later have him beaming with pride or smugness or both. He alternated between giving small cat-like licks, hard tiny circles, and deeply sucking her into his mouth, his teeth scraping lightly against her. When a finger snaked inside her it was enough to set her off and she came hard around him, her muscles clenching tightly and her fists slamming into the mattress.
When she finished she was completely disheveled. “You’re beautiful when you orgasm,” he told her with a cat that got the cream look.
“You’re always beautiful,” she said when she could speak again. He moved up to lay beside her and he pulled her into his arms. She ran her hand up and down his arm. “This change, Doctor…it’s permanent, yeah?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “This change is permanent. And I don’t…I don’t just mean the one in me, Rose Tyler. I mean the one in us. If you want.”
She nodded her head against his chest. “I do.”
They cuddled together in silence for a while before the Doctor said softly, hopefully, “Rose?”
“Yes?”
“Can you show me the point of oral stimulation again?”
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, PWP, smidge of Crack, Smut
Betas: amyo67, JeopardyFriendly
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their first stop was an intergalactic sex shop that had absolutely nothing that could help him. It turned out that Rose’s flip comment about the existence of Space Viagra hadn’t been inaccurate. It existed in many, many different forms, but unfortunately after many trials and errors they had discovered that not one of them worked on Gallifreyan physiology.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/239005.h
Chapter Three: Straight to the Point
Rose felt her knickers flood with arousal at his words and just as quickly saw the realization in his eyes at the effect of that one brief sentence on her desire for him. He moved so quickly then she didn’t even see him. One moment he was at the far end of the ramp and the next moment he had her pinned against the console. His hands had moved to her waistline and he had them under her top, his fingers sliding up her ribcage and around to the back of her bra. For someone who didn’t have much experience with human women he had no problem unfastening the restraint, or any hesitation arrowing right in on her breasts as he freed them.
He pushed her back onto the console and had started pushing her shirt up out of the way when she felt something sharp digging into her backside. “Ouch.”
“Ouch?” he said vaguely, not paying that much attention to her comment. He was fixated on her breasts, caressing the soft flesh and slowly making his way towards the little peaks in the center.
“The console’s not exactly the most comfortable place to be doing this,” she said, her voice a bit unsteady from his actions. “I think I’m sitting on the communications’ lever.”
“Oh?” He leaned down to kiss the exposed skin of her stomach and began moving his lips upwards but this had the effect of pushing her back harder into the console into yet another knob that bit painfully into her lower back. She shoved him away from her. He stumbled and fell on his bum. “Oi, Rose!” He looked confused and more than a little bit frustrated.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Doctor, bedroom, now.” She spoke slowly and clearly and very firmly, so that in his lust-filled daze he would realize that she was not, in any way, rejecting him. She hurried through the console room and down the corridor as he was getting to his feet. If she was any judge at all of his new condition she would just about make it to her room before he caught up with her.
She increased her pace as she heard the sound of rubber soles slapping against grating. “Rose!” the Doctor called out determinedly.
“Bedroom,” she called over her shoulder. She was right about almost being able to make it there. He caught up with her in the hallway just a few feet short of her door and spun her around, shoving her up against the wall.
“That wasn’t nice,” he said. She noticed that he’d shed his suit jacket and that his tie was loose and barely hanging around his throat.
“This isn’t going to be nice,” she told him clearly.
“But you—.”
She edged towards her bedroom again and his arms shot out and trapped her. “I’ve waited too long for just nice. It’s going to be hot and quick and dirty and hard, but the last thing it’s going to be,” her voice dropped to a soft growl of her own, “is nice.”
“But—but I’ve been reading,” he protested. “The first time is always supposed to be nice, special—.” Rose told him in rather impolite terms what he could do with his specialness. “I don’t think that’s anatomically possible, Rose. That would require two of me or a fair bit of bendiness…” He trailed off at the look on her face and when she kissed him, hard and possessively, he totally lost the plot of what he’d been going to say.
She pushed him off her again and made it the last few feet to her door. Her hand found the knob and she turned it just as he caught her again, slamming them both through the doorway. They stumbled, barely keeping their balance until they hit the bed and they fell onto it. Rose kicked off her shoes and the Doctor followed suit with a bit more effort, having to pause to actually unlace his Converse enough to get them off. “I don’t think I like these shoes anymore,” he commented. “Much too hard to take off when it’s important.”
Rose scrambled all the way onto the bed. “Here, now,” she ordered impatiently tapping the bed with her fist when the second shoe finally dropped to the floor.
The Doctor quickly crawled up her body and settled himself on top of her, straddling her thighs. He pulled her shirt up and she managed to squirm out of it. He flung it to the side and made short work of her bra. He groaned as his eyes fell on her naked torso. “You’re beautiful,” he said in a tortured voice before he leaned down and sucked one hardening nipple into his mouth.
Rose sighed as his tongue went to work on the pebbled bud. “That’s some good reading you’ve been doing,” she breathed out as his tongue swirled around her. Her hands went into his hair, threading the silken strands through her fingers and scratching lightly at his scalp. He paused for a moment, releasing her and tilting his head into her caress, his eyes closing and his throat making a noise that very much resembled purring more than growling. She let one hand drift down to his tie and she rapidly rid him of it, her fingers working on the buttons she could reach next.
He made to move back towards her breast but she stopped him. “Shirt off,” she instructed him.
“Very bossy when you’re randy,” he said reminding her of his statement of many weeks previous, but it was a token protest as he sat up on her thighs and shrugged out of the shirt.
“Oh!” Rose said as her eyes feasted on so much skin. His muscles were lean and she could see his ribcage under the rather thick chest hair. He was skinnier than she’d thought but it didn’t bother her. His nipples were hard and a long, thin line of hair led from his chest down to his navel and disappeared into his trousers. She reached for his chest and wove the hair through her fingers. It was nearly as lovely as the hair on his head and had the added benefit of being against rippling flesh.
She stroked him until he protested that he wanted to get back to what he’d been doing and he pushed her hands away, leaning down again. “My. Turn,” he said firmly taking charge and grabbing both her hands in his. He pushed them up over her head. He held them there with one hand before sucking her nipple back into his mouth. His free hand played with her other breast and Rose was soon dizzy with the pleasurable sensations that were rippling through her body.
As much as she was enjoying it, she ached to touch him again and so when the pressure let up on her wrists she made her move, pushing at his shoulders while at the same time twisting her hips and legs and flipping him off her body and onto his back. Next moment she was straddling his thighs and her fingers were working determinedly at his belt buckle. “I wasn’t done,” he said darkly, but Rose ignored him. “Rose, I want—.”
“Shut up, Doctor,” she said wresting his belt free and flinging it off the bed. Her hands flew next to the fastenings of his fly and when she got them undone she grabbed hold of the top of his trousers and shimmied them downwards, moving backwards across his legs until she stood up at the foot of the bed and removed them. She was somewhat surprised to find him wearing boxer briefs. Apparently he didn’t go commando anymore. Well, she’d make short work of those, she thought, as she moved back onto the bed.
But the Doctor was ready with his own plan and he wrestled her back down, his fingers hooking in the sides of her Capris and her knickers and pulling them down all in one go. He stripped off her socks then turned back to look at her. The sound that emerged from his throat as he drank her in sent a flash of fear-laced excitement through her system. She let her legs fall open under his gaze and the feral noise came again and his nostrils flared. There was no sign of her sweet Doctor. This man was primal. He wanted. Reason had fled. She smiled.
He stripped off his socks and underwear and Rose gasped as his erection sprang up, ready, willing and more than able. He was big, but not huge. A good eight inches long and thicker than she was used to. It might be a challenge, she thought, but it would be a good one. She closed her eyes, her mind flashing forward to what was about to happen.
“I want you,” she told him. When she opened her eyes he was between her legs and his penis was nestled at her opening. She was glad they didn’t need a condom. He’d made sure they both had clean bills of health and had been lacing their food with contraceptives since they’d started looking for a way to make the Doctor less…decorative, in the hopes that when the time came they’d be able to just go at it. It was two less worries now in the heat of the moment.
“Please,” she moaned and with one rough push the Doctor shoved inside her. Rose screamed in release at the intensity of him finally filling her and the Doctor immediately stilled himself. “No,” she said. “No, don’t you dare stop now.” She bucked violently upwards and there was no looking back.
The Doctor moved inside her fast and strong and hard. Each thrust moved her backwards on the bed an inch at a time until she was in serious danger of hitting her head against the headboard, but it would be so worth it because the sensations of the man she loved more than anything in this universe thrusting into her was sending her into orbit.
The Doctor dragged her backwards down the bed until she was out of danger, then grabbed hold of her legs, holding each knee at the inside of his elbows before resuming his manic plunging. In this new position they did no more travelling and Rose found herself lost in nothing but thrust, withdraw, plunge, release, pound, retract and then, oh, and then! A strange pulsing and rippling sensation burst inside her and she felt tendrils release from the Doctor and attach themselves to her inner walls. Little electric bursts shot through her and sizzled her nerve endings and she came violently around him, clenching spasmodically as every muscle in her body seemed to curl in on itself.
She found herself floating somewhere up near the ceiling, her mind bathed in music and blinding flashes of silver and gold assaulting her vision. The scent of oranges and something earthy she couldn’t quite identify invaded her nostrils and a feeling of warmth wrapped around her, softness like silk seeming to cling to her skin. “Doctor? Doctor!” she cried out in ecstasy.
“I’m here,” she heard his voice murmur and she realized he was riding the crest of this wave with her and slowly her vision refocused and she realized the warmth and the silk was him and the music was the sound of time itself singing through them both. The earthy scent was his own and she inhaled it deeply, loving every nuance of what sex-drenched Doctor smelled like.
She relaxed bonelessly back into reality and found herself held tightly in the Doctor’s arms. “That was…that was definitely not nice,” he said.
“Yeah.” She grinned at him. There had been nothing nice about it. But it had been the most amazing experience of her life.
He kissed her lightly. “What’s nice like?” he asked a few moments later.
She grinned at him, tongue between her teeth and said, “Let me show you.”
She crawled down his body then and settled between his legs. “Rose, what are you doing?”
“Showing you the point of oral stimulation.”
“Ah. Didn’t get that far in my readinnnnnnnnng,” he said as she took him into her mouth. He looked down at her with astonished eyes. “Just," he panted, "read the--the female part. That’s…that’s…brilliant.” His head flopped back on the pillow and a goofy smile crossed his face. “A verrrry nice point,” he managed to get out as she swirled her tongue about the head of his rapidly hardening shaft. She smiled around him and then made further speech impossible for him as she took him as far as she could into her mouth.
Rose wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and began working him in tandem, her tongue busy against the underside with the occasional circle all the way around. She was quite pleased with herself at the noises she was making him achieve and when she suddenly sucked in a mouthful of cool air he practically leapt off the bed at the contrast between it and her wet, warm mouth. “Ro-ose,” he said in a choked whisper that was not a complaint.
One of his hands came to rest on her head and she glanced up. His other hand fisted in the bed sheets and he squirmed. His fingers tangled in her hair and he moaned her name again, before dissolving into guttural syllables she didn’t recognize as either English or his own lovely language that he’d occasionally speak to her in. She grinned at his loss of coherency and redoubled her efforts, this time increasing her suction to the point that she’d hollowed her cheeks.
“Rose, Rose, Rose,” he mumbled. “Stop, Rose.” He tugged her hair up and she popped up off him.
“Yes, Doctor?”
“You—you need to, to stop,” he gasped out, “Or I’m—about to—do something,” he gasped again, “quite rude in your lovely, lovely mouth.”
She grinned. “Not a problem.” And she went down on him again, giggling then softly humming at the squeak that emerged from him. He was still on the edge and it only took him a moment longer to tip over it. As he came in her mouth she swallowed it down. The taste was slightly sweet and a bit salty, but without the tinge of bitterness she’d been expecting. In fact, it was far more pleasant than she’d thought it would be and she knew that this sort of activity was definitely going to become a favorite for both of them.
When at last he softened she let him slide from her lips and she crawled up beside him. “Do you understand the point now?” she asked him arching her eyebrows.
“Not quite sure,” he said. “I think I might need another lesson.” And before she knew what he was doing, he was nudging his ways between her thighs and settling down to the task at hand. “You’re really very beautiful,” he said, studying her intently.
Rose felt herself blushing. He spread apart the soft folds and found the little bundle of nerves at the top. “Now according to my research this,” and he touched her there, “is your most interesting feature.” Rose squealed at his touch. “Mmm…very interesting. Now the question is…what do you taste like?”
He stuck out his tongue very gingerly and stroked it from the base of her entrance to the top her clit. He tilted his head then, analyzing the flavors and then grinned. “I’ll figure it out later.” And with that he dove in, his tongue flicking in happy little circles as he lapped against the hardening pearl. Rose felt herself rising up quite rapidly only to spiral down just a bit when he’d stop long enough to gently suck one of the folds into his mouth or to push gently inside her, lapping up her copious fluids. She was going insane as he repeated his little pattern of exploration, but she had to admit that whatever he’d been reading was incredibly good source material.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore he returned his attentions to her clit, focusing with a single-mindedness that had her saying things that would later have him beaming with pride or smugness or both. He alternated between giving small cat-like licks, hard tiny circles, and deeply sucking her into his mouth, his teeth scraping lightly against her. When a finger snaked inside her it was enough to set her off and she came hard around him, her muscles clenching tightly and her fists slamming into the mattress.
When she finished she was completely disheveled. “You’re beautiful when you orgasm,” he told her with a cat that got the cream look.
“You’re always beautiful,” she said when she could speak again. He moved up to lay beside her and he pulled her into his arms. She ran her hand up and down his arm. “This change, Doctor…it’s permanent, yeah?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “This change is permanent. And I don’t…I don’t just mean the one in me, Rose Tyler. I mean the one in us. If you want.”
She nodded her head against his chest. “I do.”
They cuddled together in silence for a while before the Doctor said softly, hopefully, “Rose?”
“Yes?”
“Can you show me the point of oral stimulation again?”
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