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amberfocusAuthor: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, PWP
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amyo67 Rating: Adult, NC-17
Warning: Explicit, consensual, aggressive sex in an established relationship
Summary: After teasing the Doctor all day long, Rose enjoys his brand of payback and gives as good as she gets.
A/N: Written for
honorh's birthday. She wanted Nine and Rose to shag the hell out of each other. If you don't like Nine acting primal, run along now. You have been warned.A Lesson in Diplomacy
The Doctor has that look on his face again. The one that tells her she is going to be very lucky to make it all the way back to the ship with her clothing, or her virtue, intact. She snorts. Virtue, or even the pretense of it, has left the building a long time ago. Of course she did spend the day turning him on in an extremely deliberate fashion. She has to admit that she was very, very clever today and if there is one thing that gets him going it is when she does something fantastic.
Well, that and any little glimpse of her tongue when she smiles. That drives him to distraction because then all he can think of is the way she uses it on him. And of course the way she kept purposely rubbing against him, brushing her breasts against his arm or toying with whatever other body parts she could reach under the table without being seen. She wonders if anyone sees them stumbling from the ballroom. With the amount of time she’s spent teasing him, first at the conference table, then at the dance, she isn’t even sure they are going to make it out of the embassy.
They don’t. His hand clamps down on her wrist and he veers off into one of the corridors, single-mindedly checking for an unlocked room. She wonders what will happen if he doesn’t find one. A flash of lust shoots through her as she imagines him taking her against the wall in the hallway, spectators be damned. She loves it when he gets like this and more than once they’ve had an audience. It used to embarrass her a little bit, but these days she doesn’t care where he takes her just so long as he does. He’s that damn good.
This time he finds an empty room and she barely has time to kick the door shut behind them when he’s hauling her over to an elaborate wooden desk. “Wait, isn’t this--?” she begins but he’s pushing her down on top of it, her bum resting firmly on the edge and most of the items on the blotter are swept to the floor and she forgets what the rest of her sentence is going to be. He begins his battle with her skirts and petticoats and she curses the authentic Xenisian outfit for getting in his way.
He unlatches her stockings from the garter belt and reaches up for her knickers, pulling them roughly down her legs. She hears his zipper and shoves the skirts behind her to see what he’s doing. He’s freed himself, and he is so hard and ready that she can only whimper in response. His nostrils flare and he gives her that triumphantly primal look that always comes before he possesses her body. She reaches back to grip the edges of the desk and nods at him.
"Do you want me, Rose?"
"Always," she breathes.
She’s barely ready and he doesn’t stop to check. He never does when he gets like this, but she doesn’t care. He lines himself up and shoves inside her and she winces a little, but she is used to it, encourages it, because it hits so many of her kinks. Her body immediately responds to the chemicals he releases once inside her that cause rapid lubrication and the release of endorphins in her brain. The momentary pain disappears as she begins to ride high on the opiate-like effect of those chemicals and he hasn’t even done more than enter her.
His fingers find the laces of her bodice and he unties them until her corset is visible through the parted fabric. He can’t loosen it enough to free her breasts but his hands still stroke them through the straining silk brocade and she can feel her nipples harden almost painfully. She hooks her ankle behind him, putting pressure on the back of his knee and making him stumble into her. He growls but he gets the point, lifting both of her legs up and pushing the rest of the way inside her.
She’s pretty sure the sound she makes at being completely filled is more animal than human. He pulls back, thrusting into her again and she throws her head back, exposing her throat to him. He plunges hard, and she can feel his eyes moving over her body, from neck to breast to where they are joined and back again. She doesn’t need to see him to know the expression on his face is almost primitive. She likes that she can reduce him to his most basic level; that his need for her after a day of sweet tormenting brings out the storm in his nature. She likes that even though most of the time he is sweet and tender and considerate in bed, she can drive him to this when she wants to. And today she wanted to.
Rose never lasts long when he’s like this and already she can feel the orgasm winding through her belly. She is close, so close, and oh, he knows it as he suddenly slows things down. Her cry of protest makes him grin, the closest to a downright evil look she’ll ever see on his face. He stills inside her and she bats at his arm. “You think it’s fun to tease, Rose?” he asks and his voice is husky, his eyes incredibly dark. He circles his hips just a tiny bit.
She nods at him with a smirk, still cheeky despite his scolding. “You think that I don’t know what you’re up to when you squeeze my thigh or caress the small of my back or slide your foot along my calf or push your breasts into my arm? Do you think I don’t know that you put your tongue between your teeth when you smile because you know it reminds me of just what that tongue and those teeth can do when you swallow me down? Do you think that I don’t know what you’re trying to do when you make valid, well thought out points amongst a dozen highly placed dignitaries?”
She shakes her head no and he plunges deep inside her. She feels the tiniest clamping of muscles and then he slides nearly all the way back out again. Damn it. “So you know perfectly well what you’re doing to me when you do all of that?”
“I know,” she admits. “You know that I know.” She bucks her hips up impatiently but he won’t be rushed now. He reaches between them and ever so softly strokes once against her clit with his thumb. She shivers and squirms, but his touch is too light to be of any good.
“And you think it’s fair of you to try to distract me,” he thrusts in, “during difficult negotiations,” he pulls back out, “that will place,” in again so hard she screams, “this planet,” slides out so slowly she thinks she’s going to die, “in the highest position of authority,” glides slowly back again, “in this galaxy.”
“I do,” she says unrepentant and he’s in her buried to the root again so hard it takes her breath away.
“Explain yourself, Rose Tyler.”
She gives him a cheeky grin. “Because you can do trade and political negotiations in your sleep, Doctor. But making love to me? Now that’s a lesson in diplomacy. That requires your full attention.”
He snorts at her audacity. “What makes you think I can’t do this in my sleep?” he asks. “Maybe I’m just that good.”
“In your dreams, maybe.” She smiles at his glare and shows him her tongue and he quivers a bit unsteadily between her legs. Gets him every time, the tongue does. She tightens herself around him and sees his resolve starting to break. “But do this?” She squeezes hard a second time. “Asleep? I don’t think so.”
The balance of power is shifting and he doesn’t like it. With a growl he withdraws from her body and lets her legs fall down. “Doctor!” she protests.
“Turn over,” he says. He wants control back and she scrambles like she’s going to give it to him, but she knows damn well if she does her orgasm is going to be a long time in coming. He gives as good as he gets and she teased him badly today. Instead she throws herself forward, knocking him off balance and to the ground. She rolls off him in the process, which is a good thing considering how much force they hit the floor with. A normal man would be out of breath, but he’s at least surprised enough that she has time to right herself and get him back inside her.
With a wicked grin she throws the ridiculous skirts over his head and grabs hold of one of his hands and slides his index finger deeply into her mouth, distracting him with long, slow sucking. She quickly sets up a rhythm, riding him fast and hard until she’s again teetering on the edge of her orgasm. Her mistake is moving the petticoats enough to see his face, knowing how much he likes to watch her as she comes. He gets one glimpse of how close she is and he’s upsetting her motion, wriggling his hips against her instead of with her.
“Doctor,” she moans in complaint around his finger. It feels good but it’s too erratic for what she needs. He laughs at her and she spits him out of her mouth. His hand lands on her breast and she forgets what she is about to scold him for as he manages to twist the nipple through the fabric. It jolts through her body and if his intention is to prevent her orgasm he fails miserably as it sets her off and she contracts violently around him, a feral grin of triumph all over her face.
She collapses weakly against his body, limp as a noodle, but he is still stiff as steel inside her. He rolls her off of him and quickly divests her of her outfit, leaving her in corset, stockings, and heels only. He gets to his feet and throws his leather jacket over the edge of the desk, picks her up, then deposits her face down on the desk. Her feet don’t touch the ground, even with the heels on. The Xenesi are a tall species and the furniture is higher off the ground than she’s used to.
It’s awkward on her lower body, but Rose is too depleted to argue with him about positioning. Not that she wants to, and he’s so stirred up now, having lost their game that there’s no holding him back. She reaches forward without being told and clutches frantically at the edges of the desk, bracing herself. She is only just in time as he drives himself back into her body. He takes her hard and fast and she knows her hips will have bruises despite the padding of his leather jacket. She doesn’t care.
Rose twists her head around to the side, just enough so that he can see her face even though she can’t see his from this angle and says, “That all you got, Time Lord?” She thinks if she plays this right she can get another orgasm out of it before he comes. The angle he’s hitting her at is rubbing frantically across her g-spot and she’s pretty sure he's too far gone to tell.
She makes the mistake of smirking and he immediately slows his pace. “Damn it,” she wails in frustration and he laughs at her. He bends at the waist, leaning his torso over her and pressing against her back with his chest. Her breasts flatten against the desk at his pressure and his hands slide down her arms to hold tightly to her wrists.
“This desk is the perfect height for me,” he murmurs into her ear, his breath cool and shiver-inducing. “I could do this for hours and never break a sweat. I could do this for hours and not let you come again. A fitting punishment for all this teasing.”
She whimpers and she can feel his lips against the back of her neck and he is smiling. “I could do all of that, Rose. I could deny you.” His hips circle and she sobs with frustration at the loss of momentum in his rhythm. “I could, but I won’t.”
He’s away from her then, standing upright and plunging hard into her in steady thrusts that give her exactly what she needs. It isn’t long before she’s exploding in ecstasy, her legs kicking up behind him so hard she scrapes his bum with one of her heels. Her hands flail about, hitting a small device on top of the desk and knocking it to the ground. It reminds her of what she was going to say when she first came into the office, just exactly where they are, and she opens her mouth to say something to the Doctor, but he picks up his force until she’s crying out with each thrust, barely able to catch her breath between strokes.
He holds her hips tightly in his hands and he drives harder and harder into her body until he yells out her name, the word tearing from his throat. He comes so hard that she thinks he’s going to drive her through the highly polished surface of the desk. He collapses behind her onto the floor, panting hard.
“So much for not breaking a sweat,” she teases and is rewarded with a light smack on her backside that makes her cry out, but only in surprise. She giggles and slides down to the floor and crawls wearily into his lap. “Didn’t hurt,” she mutters.
“Of course not, cheeky girl,” he says. His face says it all. The last thing he’d truly ever want is to actually hurt her. She raises her face to his and he kisses her lazily.
When he finally stops his detailed perusal of her mouth she asks, “By the way, did you lock the door?”
“Nope,” he answers mischievously. She thinks he likes the possibility of getting caught.
“Then I think we better get dressed and be on our way.”
“What? Why? Thought you’d be up for another round. Or did I finally succeed in wearing you out?” he asks speculatively.
“Never!” she replies fiercely. “But did you happen to notice where we are?”
He glances around the room and she can see it dawning on him. “This is the room they did the time-delayed broadcasts from during the negotiations.”
“Yeah.”
“How much of a time delay was it?”
“Fifteen minutes. And I think I accidently hit the button about twelve minutes ago when I knocked it off the desk.” She grins up at him.
“Rose!”
“You don’t worry about getting caught. Why should I?”
He throws her dress at her and moves to lock the door. “Get dressed. In two more minutes the entire city is going to see us having sex on that desk. And they’ve got some pretty strict public indecency laws regarding the general media.”
She sighs and gets the dress most of the way on, but the bodice ties seem to have disappeared. The Doctor throws his coat over her body just as angry pounding comes on the conference room door. “Must have started broadcasting,” he says a bit frantically. The Doctor lowers her out the window quickly and steps over the sill himself just as the door is forced open. He leaps to the ground and grabs Rose’s free hand. Her other one is carrying her heels.
“Run!” he yells and drags her along behind him across the grass. She’s just glad that her legs are able to work again. A shout goes up from across the courtyard and they are suddenly being pursued. They make it to the TARDIS just steps ahead of everyone else and slam inside the doors. The Doctor sprints up the ramp and sends the TARDIS hurtling into the Vortex.
“Now, Rose Tyler,” the Doctor says turning to her and eyeing her steadily, a slow grin spreading over his face. “I need to know. Are you going to stop teasing me in public when I can’t do anything about it?”
“Nope.” Rose giggles at the look on his face and squeals as he starts forwards, dodging around the jump seat and then into the corridor. She turns to make sure he’s chasing her and he is, a determined grin on his face. She redoubles her speed. It’s going to be a long night, with several detailed lessons in diplomacy. And worth every teasing moment.
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Date: 2009-07-05 02:54 am (UTC)