Jul. 24th, 2008

amberfocus: (Chuck & Blair (Gossip Girl))
I am so happy right now.  I just enrolled the kids in another week at Camp Kirby.  www.campkirby.org  It had looked like I could send them each to camp for another week but it wasn't going to be the same week, which sort of defeats the purpose of having them gone at the same time, but would have been okay, since DH would be home and off work to help at the time.  Well, Rose is fine on her own, but Tobias without his sister home to play with is constantly underfoot and since we're trying to replace the back wall of the shower during that time period, not so easy.  Anyway, the camp opened up another cabin for 6th and 7th grade girls that last week had been assigned to 8th and 9th grade girls, so they must not have had enough enrollment at that level and too many wanting to come at the lower level.  So she'll be in a cabin on the beach instead of in the tree houses, but she's happy with "not having to climb that bloody hill six times a day!" as she put it, even if it means she won't have the same counselor this time around. 

Which also means DH and will have six days to ourselves even if a lot of it is spent fixing the shower, we'll still have plenty of uniterupted time for...other stuff. *grins*  Like holding actual conversations without having to stop every five minutes to explain something to a kid or tell a kid not to do something.  And research for certain steamier aspects of my writing, of course...LOL
amberfocus: (Chuck & Blair (Gossip Girl))
I am so happy right now.  I just enrolled the kids in another week at Camp Kirby.  www.campkirby.org  It had looked like I could send them each to camp for another week but it wasn't going to be the same week, which sort of defeats the purpose of having them gone at the same time, but would have been okay, since DH would be home and off work to help at the time.  Well, Rose is fine on her own, but Tobias without his sister home to play with is constantly underfoot and since we're trying to replace the back wall of the shower during that time period, not so easy.  Anyway, the camp opened up another cabin for 6th and 7th grade girls that last week had been assigned to 8th and 9th grade girls, so they must not have had enough enrollment at that level and too many wanting to come at the lower level.  So she'll be in a cabin on the beach instead of in the tree houses, but she's happy with "not having to climb that bloody hill six times a day!" as she put it, even if it means she won't have the same counselor this time around. 

Which also means DH and will have six days to ourselves even if a lot of it is spent fixing the shower, we'll still have plenty of uniterupted time for...other stuff. *grins*  Like holding actual conversations without having to stop every five minutes to explain something to a kid or tell a kid not to do something.  And research for certain steamier aspects of my writing, of course...LOL

Umm...Amy?

Jul. 24th, 2008 06:49 pm
amberfocus: (Rose Ten 2 on Beach)
I sent you smut to beta.  Lots of smut.  I think...it's possible...your monitor might catch on fire.  *grins sheepishly*  Sorry.  Just a friendly warning. 

Umm...Amy?

Jul. 24th, 2008 06:49 pm
amberfocus: (Rose Ten 2 on Beach)
I sent you smut to beta.  Lots of smut.  I think...it's possible...your monitor might catch on fire.  *grins sheepishly*  Sorry.  Just a friendly warning. 
amberfocus: (Rose Ten 2 on Beach)

A/N:  I promise Nine/Rose smut is coming at some point when JeopardyFriendly gets the next chapter of Hunger Moon back to me.  Meanwhile, the Ten2/Rose smut bunnies were very, very busy today.  This follows Rekindle found here:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/104901.html and is complete and total smut of the loving and romantic variety as Rose and the Doctor finally start making love for the first time.  Ten2/Rose.

Chapter One: Heat
 ExpandCut for Smut )
 
Rose pushes him all the way down and his head flops into the pillow with a whumping sound that startles him and he wonders at that, the thing that makes a solid object, his head, hit a soft and yielding one, and make a whump and not a kathump or a phut and then she’s, oh good heavens, she’s straddling him. Not, he notes with relief, across his groin because he doesn’t think he could take that, not just yet. He takes in a deep breath and hopes that his eyes don’t look quite as frightened as he’s pretty sure they are.
 
She rests there across his thighs and gives him a half smile. “You okay?” she says. He nods, speech beyond him, as his eyes drop to where their bodies meet. “It works best,” Rose tells him, her voice warm with humor, “if you remember to breathe.” He realizes he is holding his breath, probably not the best thing to be doing without the backup of a respiratory bypass system, and inhales deeply. Oh, someone have mercy on him, he can smell her arousal with the part of him that is still deeply Time Lord, though he thinks even a human would smell this, the scent is so strong upon her.
 
Leaning forward she slips her hands under the hem of his jumper, sliding her hands across his pale skin, revealing it inch by inch as she pushes the fabric upwards. She leans over just enough to kiss her way from right above his navel to above his solitary heartbeat and her stomach just brushes against his sex and what had already seemed a quite capable erection swells fuller. He lets out a little sound that makes Rose smile.
 
“I adore you,” she says to him and she tilts her head to the side and smiles wider and he realizes for the first time that all she sees in this moment is him. There is no ghost from the past haunting Rose. He is simply the man she loves, her Doctor, and something eases within him, a band he had not known until this moment had been constricting his heart.
 
He smiles at her, tries to put aside his nerves, and when she tugs at his jumper a little bit more he raises his arms like a child and wiggles a bit until she pulls the garment off him. He thinks she might just fling it across the room, but instead she very deliberately folds it up against his stomach, the soft fabric, not wool, he seems to be allergic to wool and this is some sort of faux wool substitute that is very, very soft, rubbing across his skin in a mind-bendingly erotic fashion. Or perhaps he is just very, very turned on by the woman doing the folding.
 
Rose drops it lightly onto the floor beside the bed and runs her hands across his chest again. He raises his hand then hastily puts it back down, still so unclear of what the rules are, even though they are indeed doing this, having…having sexual intercourse. His mind blushes as the words leap through it. If they were written they’d be bolded, italicized and all in capital letters.
 
Reaching for his hand she places it at her waist, slipping it up under her blouse and against the smooth, tight skin of her warm belly. She nods at his other hand and he raises it, too, joining the first and sliding upwards onto the rough lace that catches at his fingers and then back down again. He meets her eyes as his fingers reach for the bottom button, still quite hesitant in his actions. She nods at him again and he works the little closures open one at a time until he reaches the last one and opens the blouse slowly.
 
Rose shrugs her shoulders and the shirt falls backwards onto the bed and then she is reaching behind her and retrieving it, carefully folding the soft silk of the fine garment across his chest and his breathing quickens at the touch of the fabric. She gives him a look and it is very clear she knows what the sensation is doing to him. She drops the blouse on top of his jumper and reaches for the belt that is holding his jeans to his narrow hips.
 
He hisses as her fingers brush ever so lightly across his penis and she pauses in her movements and reaches lower to brush across him just a little more firmly and his body jerks upwards into her touch, betraying him so thoroughly to her delighted smile. Her hands move reluctantly back to his belt, and he notes that they are shaking just the littlest bit as she works the buckle, pulls the metal tongue out of the little hole and with the slight raising of his hips to help, she slides the belt free and drops it to the floor.
 
The delicate fingers of her hand go to work on the top button of his jeans and her breathing seems to be getting heavier as one by one the buttons come free and his straining shaft pushes up into freedom as the denim fly parts. Her hand reaches to brush across the cotton still between them and then he groans, her touch so much more immediate through the thin material of his boxer briefs. She hooks her grip into the edges of his jeans and begins pulling downwards, edging backwards as they slide down revealing his thighs and then his legs and then she is standing at the foot of the bed and tugging them free of his feet, and carefully removing his socks.
 
Rose is no longer folding his clothing, simply dropping it to the floor and letting her eyes devour him. He has to close his eyes under her heated gaze, can feel his skin flushing under her studied observation. It is the sound of a zipper being lowered that snaps them open again and he is abundantly happy that she waited to go further until he was watching her again. She is slow in the removal of her trousers, easing them inch by inch, teasingly down her body until they pool in a puddle on the floor at her feet.
 
He stares at her as if he’s never seen a woman before and he isn’t sure he truly has. He hardens yet further and the ache within him is such that he knows he can no longer be passive, no longer be led and despite his earlier fears he is driven beyond them and he rises and puts his feet to the floor reaching out for her. She comes around the end of the bed and gives him her hands and he pulls her to stand between his knees. His eyes light up at the sight of her standing there before him in her deep purple bra and matching knickers.
 
Her breasts are straining at the fabric; the soft handfuls of flesh pushed up and held, defying gravity, by the device. He touches her just above the brassiere, stroking the exposed part of her cleavage and realizes that he is not the only one in the room to make little noises of pleasure when touched. He plays against the exposed skin with exquisite little touches before trailing his thumbs down onto nipples that double in size at his circling motions.
 
The Doctor cups her breasts, squeezing gently, then sliding his hands down to her stomach where he holds her waist for a long moment, meeting her eyes and telling her without words how very much she means to him. “Turn around,” he says in a voice that is more growl than spoken words. His stomach flips when she obeys him and he reaches up and unfastens the double hook and eyes holding the bra to her body. He stands up behind her, nudging her gently forward and he slides the bra from her shoulders and down the length of her arms until it drops from her body.
 
His fingers rise back up her arms and onto her back and then he is sliding across her shoulder blades and down to her waist again, his hands moving around to her stomach, laying them flat as he pulls them upwards against her creamy skin until he cradles each naked breast within his grasp. Rose backs into him and she whimpers as he presses his erection firmly into the small of her back.
 
The Doctor works at her breasts, teasing the nipples, rolling and twisting them lightly between his fingers as he rocks his pelvis into her body. He makes larger circles with his hands, kneading firmly now at her breasts as he begins to layer kisses from the base of her hairline just behind her ear, down her neck to her shoulder and then she is turning her head, seeking his mouth and he meets her questing lips.
 
She turns into him then and as her nipples brush against his chest her hand reaches down and slips beneath the elastic of his underwear and her warm fingers are suddenly wrapping themselves about his shaft and he makes a garbled sound into her mouth that she absorbs with the movement of her tongue. Her index fingers home in on his nipples and lightly begin to circle his areolas until they reach the hardened little points. His penis twitches violently against her stomach and she smiles against his kiss.
 
Then she is slipping downwards, rubbing herself against his body as she lowers herself into a kneeling position in front of him and her hands are busy removing his boxer briefs. His penis springs free, proud and strong and as he steps out of the last bit of his clothing, finally naked before her, he realizes that her face is at the level of his groin and thinks perhaps this is rude and begins to back away, but her hands stop him, slide around him, grasp his bum firmly.
 
He had read about this in the books, had been vaguely aware of the idea of it beforehand in a completely abstract manner, but it has done nothing to prepare him for the reality of Rose taking him into her mouth. His heart jumps so erratically in his chest as her tongue caresses the underside of his shaft that he thinks it might have temporarily stopped. Her mouth is so soft and warm and her tongue so incredibly delicate as she learns her way around his penis.
 
The Doctor’s hands go to rest in her hair and as she begins a gentle gliding rhythm his legs start to shake a little. Noticing this she lets go of his bum after a few fond caresses and then pushes him backwards so that he is forced to sit and with his concentration no longer on standing he gives himself completely over to the swirling of her tongue against his sex.
 
She darts against the tip of him, against the tiny opening and he gasps, a little shudder shaking through his body. She sharpens her tongue to a point and runs it just beneath the swelling of the head at the sensitive line of flesh there before sucking sharply against the head itself. She thrusts forward onto him taking him deep into her mouth and then back again to the tip. Her rhythm returns and she settles down to a deep back and forth motion that feels like nothing he has ever experienced and something he very much would like to experience every day for the rest of his life. Possibly twice a day. Yes, twice a day would be very, very good. He wonders if he’s perhaps being greedy in that desire, but as she twists her tongue decides he doesn’t care.
  
After a while it changes and he fists the bedding in his hands.  There is no longer just a slide and glide but a deepening of suction. The sensation is unnerving, lighting up every cell in his groin with an ache of fiery want and need so strong he is unsure he can control it. “Rose,” he says. “Rose, I…I…Rose.” Words defeat him and she is ignoring him anyway, redoubling her efforts as one hand goes down to stroke gently at his testicles and the little strip of sensitive flesh just behind it.
 
Fire builds within him and he tries yet again to warn her, to stop her, but she doesn’t allow it, simply sucks harder and then there is a roaring in his ears and in his groin and he feels the sack she is stroking tighten and flare and the sensation races down the length of his penis and suddenly his hot, potent seed is spilling forth in wave after wave of pleasure that has him crying out with each successive burst, filling her mouth, and she swallows it down until he is spent.
 
With a very gentle tongue indeed she laves off the last of his emission and then she is leaning backwards with a very smug smile upon her face and giving him a look of utter, blissful satisfaction. “You’re not the only one,” she says in a cheeky voice, “with an oral fixation. Mine’s just a bit more focused.”
 
She rises then and slinks out of her knickers, tossing them behind her and she is finally gloriously naked before him. He is panting just a little, but he is more than willing to take up the challenge in her gaze just as soon as he can move again. His eyes narrow and darken as he looks at her and he says in a voice full of gravel, “Give me a few minutes, Rose Tyler, and I’ll show you focused.”
 
Ch. 2:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/107784.html 
amberfocus: (Rose Ten 2 on Beach)

A/N:  I promise Nine/Rose smut is coming at some point when JeopardyFriendly gets the next chapter of Hunger Moon back to me.  Meanwhile, the Ten2/Rose smut bunnies were very, very busy today.  This follows Rekindle found here:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/104901.html and is complete and total smut of the loving and romantic variety as Rose and the Doctor finally start making love for the first time.  Ten2/Rose.

Chapter One: Heat
 ExpandCut for Smut )
 
Rose pushes him all the way down and his head flops into the pillow with a whumping sound that startles him and he wonders at that, the thing that makes a solid object, his head, hit a soft and yielding one, and make a whump and not a kathump or a phut and then she’s, oh good heavens, she’s straddling him. Not, he notes with relief, across his groin because he doesn’t think he could take that, not just yet. He takes in a deep breath and hopes that his eyes don’t look quite as frightened as he’s pretty sure they are.
 
She rests there across his thighs and gives him a half smile. “You okay?” she says. He nods, speech beyond him, as his eyes drop to where their bodies meet. “It works best,” Rose tells him, her voice warm with humor, “if you remember to breathe.” He realizes he is holding his breath, probably not the best thing to be doing without the backup of a respiratory bypass system, and inhales deeply. Oh, someone have mercy on him, he can smell her arousal with the part of him that is still deeply Time Lord, though he thinks even a human would smell this, the scent is so strong upon her.
 
Leaning forward she slips her hands under the hem of his jumper, sliding her hands across his pale skin, revealing it inch by inch as she pushes the fabric upwards. She leans over just enough to kiss her way from right above his navel to above his solitary heartbeat and her stomach just brushes against his sex and what had already seemed a quite capable erection swells fuller. He lets out a little sound that makes Rose smile.
 
“I adore you,” she says to him and she tilts her head to the side and smiles wider and he realizes for the first time that all she sees in this moment is him. There is no ghost from the past haunting Rose. He is simply the man she loves, her Doctor, and something eases within him, a band he had not known until this moment had been constricting his heart.
 
He smiles at her, tries to put aside his nerves, and when she tugs at his jumper a little bit more he raises his arms like a child and wiggles a bit until she pulls the garment off him. He thinks she might just fling it across the room, but instead she very deliberately folds it up against his stomach, the soft fabric, not wool, he seems to be allergic to wool and this is some sort of faux wool substitute that is very, very soft, rubbing across his skin in a mind-bendingly erotic fashion. Or perhaps he is just very, very turned on by the woman doing the folding.
 
Rose drops it lightly onto the floor beside the bed and runs her hands across his chest again. He raises his hand then hastily puts it back down, still so unclear of what the rules are, even though they are indeed doing this, having…having sexual intercourse. His mind blushes as the words leap through it. If they were written they’d be bolded, italicized and all in capital letters.
 
Reaching for his hand she places it at her waist, slipping it up under her blouse and against the smooth, tight skin of her warm belly. She nods at his other hand and he raises it, too, joining the first and sliding upwards onto the rough lace that catches at his fingers and then back down again. He meets her eyes as his fingers reach for the bottom button, still quite hesitant in his actions. She nods at him again and he works the little closures open one at a time until he reaches the last one and opens the blouse slowly.
 
Rose shrugs her shoulders and the shirt falls backwards onto the bed and then she is reaching behind her and retrieving it, carefully folding the soft silk of the fine garment across his chest and his breathing quickens at the touch of the fabric. She gives him a look and it is very clear she knows what the sensation is doing to him. She drops the blouse on top of his jumper and reaches for the belt that is holding his jeans to his narrow hips.
 
He hisses as her fingers brush ever so lightly across his penis and she pauses in her movements and reaches lower to brush across him just a little more firmly and his body jerks upwards into her touch, betraying him so thoroughly to her delighted smile. Her hands move reluctantly back to his belt, and he notes that they are shaking just the littlest bit as she works the buckle, pulls the metal tongue out of the little hole and with the slight raising of his hips to help, she slides the belt free and drops it to the floor.
 
The delicate fingers of her hand go to work on the top button of his jeans and her breathing seems to be getting heavier as one by one the buttons come free and his straining shaft pushes up into freedom as the denim fly parts. Her hand reaches to brush across the cotton still between them and then he groans, her touch so much more immediate through the thin material of his boxer briefs. She hooks her grip into the edges of his jeans and begins pulling downwards, edging backwards as they slide down revealing his thighs and then his legs and then she is standing at the foot of the bed and tugging them free of his feet, and carefully removing his socks.
 
Rose is no longer folding his clothing, simply dropping it to the floor and letting her eyes devour him. He has to close his eyes under her heated gaze, can feel his skin flushing under her studied observation. It is the sound of a zipper being lowered that snaps them open again and he is abundantly happy that she waited to go further until he was watching her again. She is slow in the removal of her trousers, easing them inch by inch, teasingly down her body until they pool in a puddle on the floor at her feet.
 
He stares at her as if he’s never seen a woman before and he isn’t sure he truly has. He hardens yet further and the ache within him is such that he knows he can no longer be passive, no longer be led and despite his earlier fears he is driven beyond them and he rises and puts his feet to the floor reaching out for her. She comes around the end of the bed and gives him her hands and he pulls her to stand between his knees. His eyes light up at the sight of her standing there before him in her deep purple bra and matching knickers.
 
Her breasts are straining at the fabric; the soft handfuls of flesh pushed up and held, defying gravity, by the device. He touches her just above the brassiere, stroking the exposed part of her cleavage and realizes that he is not the only one in the room to make little noises of pleasure when touched. He plays against the exposed skin with exquisite little touches before trailing his thumbs down onto nipples that double in size at his circling motions.
 
The Doctor cups her breasts, squeezing gently, then sliding his hands down to her stomach where he holds her waist for a long moment, meeting her eyes and telling her without words how very much she means to him. “Turn around,” he says in a voice that is more growl than spoken words. His stomach flips when she obeys him and he reaches up and unfastens the double hook and eyes holding the bra to her body. He stands up behind her, nudging her gently forward and he slides the bra from her shoulders and down the length of her arms until it drops from her body.
 
His fingers rise back up her arms and onto her back and then he is sliding across her shoulder blades and down to her waist again, his hands moving around to her stomach, laying them flat as he pulls them upwards against her creamy skin until he cradles each naked breast within his grasp. Rose backs into him and she whimpers as he presses his erection firmly into the small of her back.
 
The Doctor works at her breasts, teasing the nipples, rolling and twisting them lightly between his fingers as he rocks his pelvis into her body. He makes larger circles with his hands, kneading firmly now at her breasts as he begins to layer kisses from the base of her hairline just behind her ear, down her neck to her shoulder and then she is turning her head, seeking his mouth and he meets her questing lips.
 
She turns into him then and as her nipples brush against his chest her hand reaches down and slips beneath the elastic of his underwear and her warm fingers are suddenly wrapping themselves about his shaft and he makes a garbled sound into her mouth that she absorbs with the movement of her tongue. Her index fingers home in on his nipples and lightly begin to circle his areolas until they reach the hardened little points. His penis twitches violently against her stomach and she smiles against his kiss.
 
Then she is slipping downwards, rubbing herself against his body as she lowers herself into a kneeling position in front of him and her hands are busy removing his boxer briefs. His penis springs free, proud and strong and as he steps out of the last bit of his clothing, finally naked before her, he realizes that her face is at the level of his groin and thinks perhaps this is rude and begins to back away, but her hands stop him, slide around him, grasp his bum firmly.
 
He had read about this in the books, had been vaguely aware of the idea of it beforehand in a completely abstract manner, but it has done nothing to prepare him for the reality of Rose taking him into her mouth. His heart jumps so erratically in his chest as her tongue caresses the underside of his shaft that he thinks it might have temporarily stopped. Her mouth is so soft and warm and her tongue so incredibly delicate as she learns her way around his penis.
 
The Doctor’s hands go to rest in her hair and as she begins a gentle gliding rhythm his legs start to shake a little. Noticing this she lets go of his bum after a few fond caresses and then pushes him backwards so that he is forced to sit and with his concentration no longer on standing he gives himself completely over to the swirling of her tongue against his sex.
 
She darts against the tip of him, against the tiny opening and he gasps, a little shudder shaking through his body. She sharpens her tongue to a point and runs it just beneath the swelling of the head at the sensitive line of flesh there before sucking sharply against the head itself. She thrusts forward onto him taking him deep into her mouth and then back again to the tip. Her rhythm returns and she settles down to a deep back and forth motion that feels like nothing he has ever experienced and something he very much would like to experience every day for the rest of his life. Possibly twice a day. Yes, twice a day would be very, very good. He wonders if he’s perhaps being greedy in that desire, but as she twists her tongue decides he doesn’t care.
  
After a while it changes and he fists the bedding in his hands.  There is no longer just a slide and glide but a deepening of suction. The sensation is unnerving, lighting up every cell in his groin with an ache of fiery want and need so strong he is unsure he can control it. “Rose,” he says. “Rose, I…I…Rose.” Words defeat him and she is ignoring him anyway, redoubling her efforts as one hand goes down to stroke gently at his testicles and the little strip of sensitive flesh just behind it.
 
Fire builds within him and he tries yet again to warn her, to stop her, but she doesn’t allow it, simply sucks harder and then there is a roaring in his ears and in his groin and he feels the sack she is stroking tighten and flare and the sensation races down the length of his penis and suddenly his hot, potent seed is spilling forth in wave after wave of pleasure that has him crying out with each successive burst, filling her mouth, and she swallows it down until he is spent.
 
With a very gentle tongue indeed she laves off the last of his emission and then she is leaning backwards with a very smug smile upon her face and giving him a look of utter, blissful satisfaction. “You’re not the only one,” she says in a cheeky voice, “with an oral fixation. Mine’s just a bit more focused.”
 
She rises then and slinks out of her knickers, tossing them behind her and she is finally gloriously naked before him. He is panting just a little, but he is more than willing to take up the challenge in her gaze just as soon as he can move again. His eyes narrow and darken as he looks at her and he says in a voice full of gravel, “Give me a few minutes, Rose Tyler, and I’ll show you focused.”
 
Ch. 2:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/107784.html 

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