A Sky Without Zeppelins (26/?)
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Chapter Twenty-Six
Rose is laying on her back on the sectional, her head resting on Jonathon’s thigh and she is turned slightly towards the television, but she is more fully absorbed in what he is doing with his hands. Her shirt is rucked up to just under her breasts and the pads of his fingers are absently drawing designs on her stomach. His other hand is stroking lightly through her hair.
They had grabbed dinner at Lombardi’s after leaving Illuminate, both rather surprised to see that it had only been six p.m. when they’d returned to Jonathon’s car. Afterwards Jonathon had suggested that they go back to his flat and watch a movie, but she can’t focus on anything except his hands on her body. She sighs and shifts her head so she’s looking up at him and his warm brown eyes look down and meet her gaze.
“Hello,” he says.
“Hello,” she whispers back.
“Stay with me,” he says his hands stilling in their motions. “Tonight, Rose. Stay with me.”
“Jonathon, I--.”
“Just one more night.” Everything within her wants to say yes to the husky voice that thrills right through her.
“I need to go home,” she says instead. There is clear reluctance in her voice. “I need to tell my mother the good news and I need to get clothes I can wear at Illuminate tomorrow when I start my new job,” she tells him.
“I hate sleeping without you,” he says.
“It’s not been that long since you’ve started sleeping with me,” she says practically, but she can’t help but smile. “It’s certainly not been long enough for you to get used to having me in your bed.”
“But I like it better.”
“Well, yes, I like it better, too, but I still need to go home and live my regular life, Jonathon,” she tells him.
“But--.”
“It’s been wonderful staying over. I’ve loved every minute of it. But I’ve got six weeks until graduation. I’ve got to finish my final project for robotics and I have to do revision for my other classes,” she says. “I’m not going to fluff my exams just because I already have the job I’ve always wanted.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to,” he answers. “That’s not who you are.”
“No, it’s not. And I miss my mum. I haven’t seen her in ages. I can’t spend all my time with you no matter how appealing that might be,” she tells him.”
He sighs. “I know. I’m being completely unreasonable. I just want what I want.” He rubs his hand over his face and then up through his hair.
Rose glances at her watch. “Speaking of want, it’s getting late. Did you want to make love before you take me home?” Her offer has no hesitation whatsoever in it. She, too, wants what she wants.
“Well, yeah, but…are you sure you’re not too tired?” he asks uncertainly. “It’s been a rough day for you.”
“I want to make love with you again,” she says firmly.
“Rose, after what happened…”
“I’m good as new. Dr. Milligan said we can have sex and I…I want to,” she tells him. “Unless…unless you don’t?” It is her turn to seem unsure of herself and he hastens to reassure her.
“Oh, I want to. Believe me, I want to. I’m just feeling a little guilty. If I’d taken you in to Illuminate when you first complained of not feeling well instead of being greedy--.”
“I was greedy, too,” Rose interrupts. “I wanted more of you. I still want more of you,” she admits. She looks down at her hands. “I’m sorry. Am I being too overeager?”
“Hardly,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Not anymore so than I am.”
“It’s just a couple weeks after meeting you and you’ve already got me in your bed and I--.”
“Can’t get enough?” he asks his eyes twinkling with merriment.
“Yeah. I don’t want you thinking I’m easy,” she says sheepishly.
“Easy would be if you did this with everyone. You don’t. You and I…it’s fast, but Rose, it’s different. We’re different. This sort of thing, it doesn’t happen to just anyone. And besides, you’ve been repressing this side of yourself for a very long time. It’s natural for your body to want to seek release now your mind is letting you,” he says.
She laughs. “You have an explanation for everything, don’t you?” she asks.
“Could be. I’m awfully clever.” He grins at her and she giggles. He stands up and holds his hand out to her and pulls her up as well then leads her to the bedroom. The bed is mussed from their earlier activities and the room still smells like sex. Rose is slightly embarrassed but Jonathon just laughs and suggests they change the sheets. After a few quick twists and flips with the linens the bedding is fresh again.
Jonathon moves to her side and reaches for the hem of her blouse. He lifts it up over her head, revealing her lilac bra. He traces the lace along the top of the cup with his middle finger. “You’re beautiful,” he tells her and she blushes. His hands sink to her waist and unbutton her trousers, slowly lowering the zip and pushing the fabric over her hips. They fall to the floor and Rose steps out of them.
He kneels before her and presses his cheek against her belly. He slides one hand from her knee up the inside of her thigh. Rose widens her stance and granted access he hooks a finger into her matching knickers through the leg hole and brushes lightly across the length of her sex. She shivers as he ghosts across the patch of hair and then he removes his finger and pulls the knickers from her body, burying his face in her soft curls on the way up.
His hands come around to grip the backs of her thighs and he inhales deeply before his tongue comes out and slips between her folds to gently lap at her clitoris. She groans and pushes into him, her hands going to the back of his head in encouragement. As he circles the little nubbin with the tip of his tongue she begins to tremble and he moves her around until he can push her back onto the bed.
She sits on the edge and he pushes her thighs further apart and resumes satisfying his oral needs as he makes love to her with his mouth, his tongue suddenly delving deeply inside her and beginning a quick series of thrusts that have her pelvis rising off the bed to meet him. Rose falls onto her back with a whump. He slips a finger inside her, then finding her more than ready a second and third. As he curls one finger against her g-spot she shakes and with one quick nip to the pleasure center at the top of her folds she trips over into orgasm. There is no doubt it is the fastest she’s ever come in her life.
He pulls away from her with a smile that is rather too smug, but she finds she doesn’t care if he gloats over what a good job he just did. He bounces up to his feet. “You’re really very good at that,” she says feeding his ego when she’s recovered her breath.
Jonathon pauses in the middle of taking down his trousers and gives her a rather manic looking grin. “You’re rather responsive, you know,” he tells her stepping out of the garment. He quickly removes his shirt and boxer briefs and then scrambles a bit to take off his socks.
Rose keeps her face straight stifling a laugh. There is nothing dignified in a man removing his socks while his penis bobs about unsure what to do. She slips back on the bed until she’s evenly laying across it and waits to see what he’s going to do next. He’s been so adventurous about trying out numerous positions she’s not at all surprised when he pulls her back up.
“What?” she asks. He sits cross-legged in front of her and slips a condom on.
“Sit in my lap and then cross your legs around my back,” he says softly. It’s a bit awkward but she manages to slide into position. He ever so gently enters her body and then she’s wrapping her legs around him. “Now we rock,” he says.
It’s tender, this love-making with its little forward and backward motions that move him little more than an inch or two at a time, yet the slow build of sensation is like nothing she’s experienced with him yet. His hands are free to roam her body and his fingers pay special attention to her breasts, gently shaping and molding and cupping the soft flesh.
His fingers dance across her nipples and tug ever so slightly and she makes a light whimpering noise. She throws back her head exposing her neck and he is unable to resist the temptation her throat offers him. He nuzzles into it, his hands quitting their play and his arms circling her body. He licks and bites and sucks at the beating pulse before trailing a line up her jaw to her lips.
Rose’s mouth falls open under his soft pressure and she invites him in. His tongue tangles slowly with hers, every stroke soft and leisurely. He is taking his time, making every moment last, every exploratory movement about finding the things that give her the most pleasure. Her arms wrap around him, pulling him even tighter into her. Her breasts brush his chest and flatten against his hard pectorals.
The steady rocking as she slides against his shaft is becoming more intense. She feels sweat breaking out on her brow, under her breasts, and trickling down her back from beneath his hands. He matches the gliding of his tongue with the gliding of his penis until she feels nothing but the dual sensations of his possession of her body.
His fingers tangle in her hair as they rise upwards and she moans at the need that is welling up in her again. She breaks the kiss. “Jonathon,” she says his name. “Jonathon.” She seeks other words in her mind but they fail to present themselves. He recaptures her lips and any chance for coherent thought leaves her again.
She trails one hand over his spine and the other slides up into his hair, her fingers threading through the silken strands. She adores this hair, can never get over how wonderful it feels and how she has the right to touch it whenever she wants to. Her touch on his head seems to be some kind of catalyst and he starts rocking into her more quickly.
Soon his motion is too fast and he tumbles them over. Rose makes a soft ‘oof’ as her back hits the mattress and her legs come untangled and sprawl open. She whimpers at the loss of him from her body but with a quick check to see that the condom is still properly in place he moves to her and sheathes himself in her in one even stroke.
He reaches up to grip the headboard and she angles her pelvis to meet him more evenly, bracing her heels against his back as he begins a rapid rhythm of thrusts that rub exactly against her clitoris at the perfect angle. What has been building ever so slowly begins to burn within her and she knows she’s heading for another orgasm. Tiny little flutters flit through her womb and she feels a slow tightening that suddenly turns into a series of violent spasms that grip Jonathon so tightly that she’s almost afraid she’s going to break him. Her entire body contracts around him, the muscles in her arms and legs jerking with each shudder of her climax.
He cries out something in a language she doesn’t recognize if it is, indeed, even words. It is fluid, beautiful, musical, and it coincides with his last final moments of erratic plunging into her body as he empties his seed within her. Her legs fall to the bed and he collapses on top of her. His lips find her ear. “Love you, Rose,” he whispers.
She clutches him tightly to her. “Love you, Jonathon,” she whispers back.
He sighs with regret as he withdraws from her body and then disposes of the condom. She snuggles closely into his body when he returns to her side and his arms grip her rather fiercely. They lay contently in each other’s arms, the lingering effects of their lovemaking overwhelming them both.
Before Rose knows it a half an hour has passed. Jonathon has dozed off into a sex induced sleep and she has spent the time drawing circles on his chest. She knows she’ll have to wake him so he can take her home but she is loath to move. Eventually she slips out of bed and into the shower. She’s pretty sure her mother will be able to figure out just from looking at her that she and Jonathon have become lovers but that doesn’t mean she needs to walk into her flat reeking of sex.
Rose cleans herself quickly and dresses in fresh clothes. She sits on the side of the bed and just watches Jonathon sleep for a little while. She doesn’t want to go home, doesn’t want to leave him even if she knows she’ll see him the next day in the afternoon when she starts her new job or at the very least after work for dinner.
The steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his exhalations ruffle his chest hair, is almost hypnotic. She could watch him sleep all night. You could, you know, she thinks. He's invited you. All you have to do is say yes.
Her independence wars with what her body is demanding it needs. She knows it is utterly ridiculous to desire him again this soon and yet she does. She has gone from shutting down every single bit of sexual desire she’s ever felt towards a male to letting it all explode in her singular lust for the man on the bed before her and she isn’t sure she’s going to be able to get it back under control.
She cannot be a slave to her passions though. She is Rose Tyler and she can do this. She can walk away from him for one night in her own bed at her own flat. She checks the clock and heads to her suitcase, retrieving her packet of birth control pills. Popping the first one out she heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water to take it with.
When she returns to the bedroom she finds Jonathon just beginning to stir, his hand reaching out beside him in the bed in search of her body. “Rose?” he mumbles. “Rose?” When he can’t find her he comes more fully awake.
“I’m here,” she says putting the last of her clothes back into her suitcase. She walks over to him. “It’s late. I really need to get home.”
“You took a shower without me,” he says in a low voice. “I would have joined you.”
“I know,” she replies. “And that would have led to me never leaving.”
“And would that really be so terrible?” he asks unrepentantly.
“Jonathon, we’ve had this talk already,” she scolds lightly.
He sighs but gets up and starts pulling on his clothes. “You can leave some of your things here, you know,” he tells her as she zips her bag shut.
“I did,” she tells him. “The stuff that’s still clean anyway. I’m taking the dirty stuff home to wash.”
“Will you come again next weekend?” he asks her. “Stay with me again?” His voice is wistful, almost as if he thinks she’ll say no.
“I’d like that,” she tells him. “I’d like it a lot.”
“You would?” The surprise in his voice surprises her.
“Of course I would. I’m not going home because I want to be away from you,” she reassures him. “I’ve just…I’ve got responsibilities. I still want to see you as much as I can, but I’ve got to make time for school and my mother. You know that.”
“Yeah. It’s just hard to share when I…well, when I really don’t want to share you with anyone. If I had my way, Rose Tyler, you’d never leave my bedroom,” he admits.
Desire floods through her at his obvious want of her; a want as strong as her own. “We can’t spend all of our time making love,” she admonishes lightly.
“Why not?” he asks with a pout.
“Well, aside from the practical matter of um…internal rug burn, we need to eat and sleep and function in the real world. Least on the weekdays. I know it’s not nearly as much fun,” she grins at him, “but it is necessary.”
“I suppose. I just wish I could whisk you away from all of this, run away and leave the rest of the world behind us,” he says. “It’s selfish.”
“Maybe a little, but I feel it, too.”
He finishes dressing and then comes over and hugs her tightly to him. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you home.”
It’s ridiculous, this need to keep her with him. Maybe it’s because he has nothing else in his life to anchor him. Oh, he has his work and he has his friendship with Donna, but he doesn’t have a family. It shouldn’t matter so much. He hasn’t had family in a decade, nor has he really had friends until he met Donna. It’s just that when he looks at Rose he sees family.
Jonathon sees a future with her, a marriage one day, and then maybe children if she wants them. There have been no children in his life for so long and a child with her…he can’t think about it and he can’t talk about it. Not yet. He keeps these thoughts to himself. Rose is still so young and he’d hate to panic her into running from him. He has to stop what he’s doing, this pressuring to get her to stay with him if he wants to keep her, he knows this. Scaring her away with his need of her is the last thing he wants to do. Scaring himself with his need of her is becoming par for the course.
His hands grip the steering wheel tightly and he glances over at her. She’s looking out the window lost in her own thoughts, a slightly goofy smile on her face. He hopes that she’s thinking of him and a few minutes later his wish is granted. She bursts out with, “I’m so glad I met you. I love you so much,” and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his own face.
“Me, too. I love you, Rose.”
Rose sighs happily and leans her forehead against the window and looks out into the night again. It isn’t much further to the secure car park near the estate. He walks her the few blocks to the building and up to her flat. “You’ll come home with me after work tomorrow for dinner?” he asks.
“Yeah,” she says with a smile. “But I have to study. I don’t mind doing it at your flat, but it does need to get done.”
“And making love?” he says softly, his voice falling heavily into his Scottish accent on the short phrase.
Rose blushes and glances around to make sure that they’re alone. She nods. “Yeah. Just not all night.”
She steps into him then, raising her face for a kiss. He cooperates fully by bringing his lips down and brushing them with teasing softness against her own. Rose reaches up and pulls his head down and pulls his top lip into her mouth sucking lightly on it, before pushing lightly into his mouth with her tongue.
She sweeps up across the roof of his mouth and he groans quite a bit louder than he ought to be doing in public but he can’t help it. He can feel himself hardening against her and he pushes forward until she’s trapped between him and her front door. Honestly, he can’t remember ever being turned on as often as he is with Rose. Even his teenage years didn’t seem to have this many erections in them. Seems like he’s been randy ever since he met her and now that he’s had her he can’t get enough.
Rose breaks the kiss a few minutes later, her hips circling lightly against him. “Again?” she says.
“Can’t help it, Rose. You turn me on.”
“Mmm,” she manages as his lips descend on hers once again. He takes a thorough and comprehensive tour of her mouth and when he releases her she sighs. “Why was it again that I wanted to come home?”
“Don’t remember,” he says. “Something about,” the door opens and Jackie Tyler is standing there in her dressing gown, “your mother.”
Ch. 27: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/176536.html
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Date: 2008-12-05 12:22 am (UTC)Actually, I think that comes across very well in the scenes between Jackie and Rose that we've seen so far. At least that was the impression I had of their relationship. Plus, in reading the beginning of this chapter when Rose saying that she had to go home, I had the impression that Jackie probably wouldn't have given Rose that hard of a time if she had decided to stay with Jonathan another night. To me, Rose's insistence on returning home was based more on her own nerves - subconscious nerves - about how fast their relationship is progressing and yet how *right* it feels.
Rose and Jonathon are simply a relatively normal newly in love couple with the tiniest touch of a bonding link being formed.
I thought there was more too it. Guess I'll have to re-read to find that moment. *g*
Jackie will be very happy for Rose, and maybe a bit worried...
I would imagine that to Jackie's eye, Rose has not been acting like her usual self lately, and Jackie may be a bit worried about how quickly Rose's life is changing - on all fronts.
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Date: 2008-12-05 03:00 am (UTC)Rose is definitely scared of how fast things are moving. She doesn't want to stop moving forwards with him, but she does want a little bit of breathing room.