amberfocus | Wolf Moon: Chapter Twenty-Six

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A/N: Extreme smut ahead, inspired somewhat by this photo of CE I found today and made into the icon above. NC-17

Frustration

For several minutes the Doctor held her close to him, dropping kisses on her hair and forehead and enjoying the softness of her body as it rested completely pliant against his. Even after what they had just completed he still wanted her. Rose pulled away before he was quite willing to release her but he decided it was for the best to let her go before she realized he was starting to get a second erection.

“I’m going to go clean up in the waterfall,” he told her and she nodded at him before slowly making her way back to shore. He watched her go and then swam across the pond and removed his boxers, cleaning them out in the falling water and then cleaning himself up as well, wishing it were Rose’s hands cleaning him, one hand wrapped around his shaft, the other perhaps resting on his bum.

And that kind of thinking was not helping his erection go away. He sighed, finished his task, managed with great difficulty to wiggle back into his undergarment and then headed back to his… What was Rose exactly to him? Companion was completely the wrong word. They weren’t mated yet, so weren’t bond mates. He didn’t really like terms like significant other or even boyfriend or girlfriend. Partners made them sound like a business arrangement. None of them seemed right.

The only word that did seem right when he thought of her was the word mine. And she probably wouldn’t fancy just being called his. Well, she hadn’t asked to put a label on them so why was he trying to do it? As he emerged from the water he caught Rose’s eyes going over his body, watching little streams drip from his skin. She hadn’t dressed yet, though she had fastened her bra back into place.

She was sitting on the flat rock they had eaten lunch on and he went to join her. She wrapped her arm around his waist and settled under his arm. For a long time he listened to her breathe, heard the gentle thub-thub that was her heart beating. After a while she stirred against him, sighed softly and said, “We should move on. There’s still a lot of ground to cover before nightfall."

He scrambled to his feet and held out his hands to help her rise. She smiled tenderly at him and kissed him lightly as she stepped up and into him. “Thank you,” she said. She found her clothes and he watched her dress, making no effort to disguise it. She watched him watching her and then watched him as he slid his own garments back on. She slipped the leather thong over her neck and dropped the vial inside her tank top.

The Doctor found he was just a little bit jealous of that vial as it was allowed to settle between her breasts. Rose shrugged into her backpack, he found his own and then with a hand held out for hers, a hand happily joined, they began to once again make their way through the rain forest.

They did not stop again until Rose’s stomach had been growling indignantly at him for a half an hour. She didn’t say anything, continued to push on trying to make up the time they’d lost in their after lunch interlude. Finally he insisted and she gave in with bad grace, her temper somewhat snappish due to her hunger.

Rose was lost in her own thoughts and he decided it was best not to intrude, wondering why she seemed to be withdrawing into herself. She’d been pretty happy after their little…session in the pond, but now she seemed to be brooding over something. After filling their stomachs and a brief rest they moved on.

“I’m going to hike ahead for awhile,” Rose told him and started off without waiting for a response from him. He was beginning to feel like he’d done something very wrong. At a total loss, and deciding that maybe all she needed was a little time, he trailed after her in silence. Rose set a brutal pace and in the end they managed to reach their original destination just a half hour shy of when they’d planned on.

There was enough light to see by as they set up a makeshift camp. Rose shinned up a tree and used her belt knife to cut springy fronds off palm-like trees and he gathered them as they dropped to the ground. He made two beds from them not too far apart, finally calling up to her that she could come down when she’d cut enough.

She scrambled down, took one look at the sleeping arrangements and glowered at him. She kicked the first bed of fronds over next to the other one and promptly arranged them into one wider sleeping surface. With one last frown at him she took off her shoes and socks, stripped off her shirt and pants, and said, “Where’s that hot spring?” in an irritated voice. “The map said there was a hot spring.”

He pointed in its direction and she stomped off towards it. A moment later he heard her voice bark out, “Are you coming or not?”

In confusion he stripped down and followed her to the spring, slipping into the warm water beside her, careful not to touch her but not to sit too far away either. When he couldn’t stand it anymore he finally blurted out, “Rose, did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she said shortly.

“But you’re mad at me,” he said trying not to let it sound like it bothered him as much as it did.

“Am not,” she told him petulantly. She drew her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them.

“Is there a reason you’re acting like this then?” he asked her.

“Because I’m mad,” she snapped.

“You just said you weren’t mad at me,” he complained in confusion.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m going mad. I’m mad at me,” she told him.

“What for?” She didn’t answer him and he closed the distance between them, wrapping an arm about her shoulders. She didn’t pull away though he could feel her body tensing. “Rose?”

“I want to make love,” she said on a wail. “I want to make love with you so badly and I can’t and why is my body doing this to me? You said that the serum and the fog and then the pills would be enough but I’ve been burning since this afternoon. I thought letting ourselves release would help matters but it hasn’t. It’s not enough. I want you inside me.”

He could smell the saltiness of tears over the minerals of the hot spring and knew that if she wasn’t crying her eyes had at least started leaking as a precursor. His arm tightened around her. “I’m sorry,” he said helplessly.

“I want to, Doctor. I’ve changed my mind about waiting. Can we make love tonight?” she asked forcefully.

He pulled away from her and crossed to a rock on the other side of the pool they sat in. “No,” he said firmly.

“No? You’ve been at me for the last couple of days to do it whenever I changed my mind and I was ready. Now I have and you’re saying no?” She was furious.

“I have to! We’re not near the TARDIS anymore!” he snapped back.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Because that’s where the medical bay is, Rose! I can’t patch you up out here when I hurt you. Back on the ship I could have done,” he explained.

“Then let’s go back to the damn ship!” she told him.

“It’s almost dark. We can’t walk through the rainforest at night. We wouldn’t be able to see. Besides we’re halfway there. If we turn back now--.”

“If we turn back now I’d at least get this stupid itch scratched by morning,” she growled.

“Rose, no. Quest, task, open the universe, wait twelve more days, and then I’ll make love to you,” he told her.

“I don’t want to wait! I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you hurt me. I want you,” she shouted at him. “I want you right now.”

Rose stood up, yanked her bra off over the top of her head and advanced on him, stopping only when her breasts were inches from his face. She reached out and took his hands, bringing them around to her bum and then she straddled his lap. He couldn’t stop himself from burying his face in her breasts.

He swore to himself that he wasn’t under any circumstances going to make love to her tonight. She ground against him and his penis sprang to attention. “Rose, stop it,” he said through a mouthful of breast.

“I. Don’t. Want. To.” She ground sharply back and forth with each word.

With the strongest show of will he’d ever used in his life, he stood up. Rose clung to him, wrapped her legs around him and he carried her back to the palm fronds. He knelt down and eased her back onto the bed and then turned to her abandoned clothing, found the vial of pills and tapped two out into his hand.

“Take these,” he ordered handing her a canteen.

“I won’t,” she told him stubbornly. He pushed them into her mouth and held the water at her lips, holding onto the back of her neck when she tried to pull away. He forced her to drink and when he was sure she’d swallowed the medication he released her.

“Bastard,” she muttered darkly at him.

“Oi! There’s no call for name calling. I’m trying to do what’s best for you.” He put the lid back on the canteen and moved to store it back in one of the packs. When he turned around Rose was lying naked before him.

“Damn it, Rose!” he yelled at her.

“What’s best for me is you inside me, right now,” she told him through a passion drenched fog. “Please, please, Doctor. I want you to make love to me. I need you. I need you now! Please!”

The Doctor shook his head in despair. It was more than he could bear when she opened her legs to him. He would not lose control. He would not! But he fell to his knees before her, his control breaking. He wouldn’t take her. He couldn’t. He wasn’t going to damage her.

Instead he dove towards her and buried his tongue inside her opening to the hilt. Rose screamed his name and his mouth was flooded with her desire as he battered roughly into her. He took her with his mouth, hard and unyielding and she thrashed and kicked but she did not protest, she urged him on with words of filth he had never expected to hear come pouring from her mouth.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs to control her motions after they had boxed his ears one too many times and pushed in still further with his tongue using punishing, almost brutal strokes against her. In and out he drove it, forcing her to a fever pitch of excitement, as the long muscle nudged her g-spot. His fingers found her clit and began to rub furiously at it until she was crying out long, high-pitched ululations that nearly shattered his ear drums with their volume.

She came with a violence and a fury that he hadn’t known was possible. And when she was coming down from the last shuddering, aching contractions he bit her clit and she soared again. Still he didn’t let up, dancing the tip of his tongue just along the top of her little bundle of nerves, keeping her at the height of the orgasm until she was begging him to stop, to let her come down, tears streaming from her eyes at his exquisite torture.

But he didn’t stop, pushing her past her breaking point until she was nothing but a throbbing mass of pleasure turned almost to pain and her voice was hoarse from screaming. With one last bite to the tender button, she again flooded his mouth and slowly he allowed his frenzy to come to an end, her succession of orgasms trailing off and leaving her in a blissed out haze, her eyes closing heavily to shut out all but the remaining sensation that danced through her womb in tiny stuttering aftershocks.

He climbed up her body just a little bit until he could rest his head on her smooth stomach. Her fingers rested against his head. He ached to enter her but he knew she was calming now, knew that the worst was over and could taste that the medication had entered her system and been rapidly absorbed. She was through the worst of it. He could put up with his own throbbing erection with no reciprocation if it meant she’d returned to some semblance of sanity.

Ch. 27: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/16834.html