amberfocus | Study Break--A Sky Without Zeppelins Missing Scene--Happy Birthday Amyo67

Title: Study Break
Series: Zeppelins' Verse
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten2 (Jonathon)/alt!Rose Tyler
Genre: Romance, Smut
Beta: Ladychi
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Summary: Jonathon distracts Rose while she's studying for finals. Set during the start of chapter 42 of A Sky Without Zeppelins.
A/N: For my dear beta and beloved friend Amy on her birthday, even if she thought she should be able to beta her own birthday fic. Not!

Study Break

Rose hates studying. At this point she’ll be glad if she never sees another textbook again in her life. The run down to finals is just about killing her. Sure, this is arguably the most important moment of her life. She is going to graduate with full honors, if she doesn’t mess anything up in the next several days, and she knows she’s too careful to blow those exams. She’s worked her whole adult life for this. Longer, really. She’s going to do it. She just wishes she could be having a bit more fun.

Fun was never even something she really thought about before Jonathon came into her life. Now it seems like fun is a necessary daily ingredient. Although she’s not sure if she should be categorizing mind-blowing, multi-orgasmic, purely blissful love-making as fun. She smiles. Yes, she should. It is fun. Fun and a million other adjectives and she really, really wishes that she had time for it now. Right now, as a matter of fact.

Rose sighs and reaches across the bed for her book on small scale circuitry. She’s sprawled completely across it, her papers and books everywhere. It probably isn’t the best way to study, but she can’t sit at a desk in a chair for one more minute. She searches about for her highlighter and slowly begins marking the areas that the professor had said would be on the exam.

She hears the shower turn off in the bathroom and tries not to think about Jonathon standing there naked, water droplets dripping from his lush, thick hair to fall down his shoulder blades only to curl into the small of his back and continue their journey over the curve of his pert, round arse. Damn, she can’t think about this now. It’ll completely wreck her concentration. Sternly she wrenches her mind back to what she is doing. Reading about…um…small scale circuitry in robots. That was it.

When Jonathon emerges from the bathroom she thinks how unfair life really is. He’s wearing nothing but his towel, loosely fastened over his narrow hips. One quick flick of her wrist would have it falling to floor at his feet, displaying him in all his glory to her too hungry eyes. She sighs heavily and loudly and rolls over onto her back flinging her arm over her eyes.

“Anything I can help you with?” he asks sympathetically. “I can drill you in any way you need.”

Oh, he said it like that on purpose, she can tell from the smirk in his voice, the wicked little…well, she can’t think of a word wicked enough, but whatever it is he is one. A lot.

“I hate school. I hate education. I hate small scale circuitry in the modern day robot and I wanna run away to Paris again and forget Uni exists,” she says. She thrashes her arms and kicks her feet on the bed like a toddler for good measure.

“Oh, is that all?” he asks sitting down on the bed somewhere in the vicinity of her feet. He takes one ankle and stills it, then the other. He begins a slow and careful massage of her left foot and she nearly groans as he works the tightened muscles. She sighs and relaxes into his magic touch.

“You’re just stressed out, Rose. When the time comes you’ll do just fine. You know this stuff inside and out. You’re brilliant and what's more, you’ll do brilliantly.” His hand starts stroking her ankle and she’s pretty sure he’s still talking, but she can’t for the life of her make out what he’s saying as those fingers start to stray upward across her calf and toward the back of her knee.

“Yeah?” she manages.

“Oh, yes,” he absolutely purrs and she uncovers her eyes. He’s watching her intently like a hawk fixated on his prey. She glances down at his towel. Or more appropriately, like a snake getting ready to strike. And not the little ones you find in the garden, oh, no. This is pure king cobra. She keeps her grin at the errant, silly thought to herself, then as he moves feels the breath in her chest hitch. Damn, but that towel is not covering much of anything anymore. She sits up abruptly.

“Jonathon, I have got to study,” she says in a stern voice. And she does. She really, really does. No matter how attractive he looks right now.

“Study breaks are good for the soul, I’ve read,” he comments, his hand sliding from her knee to the inside of her thigh. “They’re refreshing and invigorating and allow the student to get the blood flowing out of the limbs and into the brain again.”

“I think you’re more concerned about where all your blood is flowing to right now, than my brain/body connection,” she replies tartly. She’s going to push his hand away any minute now. Any minute.

“Oh, you wound me, Rose!” he says dramatically, one hand moving to cover his heart. It is not the one from her thigh, which is steadily creeping towards her knickers. He brushes lightly across her and the touch is electric. She shifts her legs apart in automatic response to the presence of his fingers before realizing what she’s doing and hastily clapping them shut.

“Ouch,” he says mildly.

“I need to study!” she insists.

He frowns and withdraws his hand then stands up. He raises his eyebrows suggestively and grins. “Well, how about I help you study,” he drops the towel, “anatomy?”

Rose starts giggling. The line is just so damn cheesy she can’t help it. “I love you,” she manages to howl out through her gales of laughter.

“I thought it was one of my better lines,” he says pretending to be hurt, but he can’t keep the smile from his face when she glances up at him to check.

“Don’t you know by now, Jonathon, that you don’t need lines when it comes to me?” she asks softly, now completely under control again. She reaches out softly and strokes his face. “You had me at, ‘Whoever said you were ordinary?’” she tells him.

He smiles, remembering that day when he ran into her at the chippy and invited her to join him. They were strangers then, having met in the shop only a day or two before. “And you’re not. You’re the most unordinary woman I’ve ever met. And the cleverest, kindest, most beautiful, adventurous, loving, sweetest, most compassionate, not to mention passionate—mmph!” he says as Rose pulls him off balance and down onto the bed on top of her.

“Erm…what about studying?” he asks.

“Sod it. It can wait.”

She grabs hold of the back of his head, finds his mouth and sucks his upper lip between hers. His hand is back between her thighs searching for the source of his desire. His fingers deftly slip beneath her knickers and stroke easily through her slickness. She darts her tongue into his mouth, gliding against his tongue then retreats, inviting him back into her mouth, an offer he takes up greedily.

She only stops him for a moment to pull one of her textbooks out from under her back and fling it across the room before she’s kissing him again with a hunger that startles her. She feels like they haven’t made love in days when the truth is it was only the day before. It’s ridiculous how much she craves him, how much she needs him, how much she…oh, he’s good with his hands.

He breaks the kiss to rid her of her clothing and she knows this isn’t going to be long and languorous. Nor does she want it to be. She does, however, want some modicum of control so she pushes him onto his back and is enveloping his long, thick shaft with her warm, wet mouth before he knows what hit him.

Jonathon reaches out to push her hair out of her face, then props himself up on his elbows to watch. He loves to watch her suck him, and sometimes she’ll put on a deliberate show, making each movement more elaborate than it needs to be, each touch, each taste, each lick just that little bit longer or harder than usual.

Tonight she takes him deeper than she normally does. She has to concentrate hard to relax her gag reflex and he knows better than to try to thrust when she does this. She’ll never get all of him in, he’s much too long for that, but with her hand wrapped snuggly about his base she manages to meet her thumb and forefinger with her lips. She adds a little twist of her wrist and feels him buck and shudder beneath her.

Rose eases her grip, her fingers dancing down to play with his balls, to stroke and lightly tickle, to cup and play, then encircling him once more. She sucks cool air into her mouth, making him shiver at the sudden temperature differential and then pulls off, just keeping the head inside her mouth, her tongue circling wildly around the frenulum before plunging him back into her mouth as far as she can reach. She’s off him again, her tongue bathing the underside and then darting into the little opening at the tip.

He’s starting to shake a bit and she knows he’s close to coming so she backs off abruptly and at his whimper goes to retrieve a condom from the drawer. She paws desperately through it. “There’s none here!” she wails.

“More in the bathroom. Mega box, remember?” he pants.

Rose darts into the bathroom. She comes back with a strange expression on her face. “There’s only two left. How much sex have we had?” Her voice is filled with wonder.

“Not enough!” Jonathon says. “Gimmee.” Rose laughs and tosses him the condom and he tears it open frantically and rapidly rolls it over his length. She drops the other one into the night stand and he grabs her by the wrist and yanks her off balance onto the bed.

She giggles at his eagerness and barely manages to shove the rest of the papers and books out of their way and get the pillow under her head before he’s pushed his way between her thighs and buried himself inside her. His arms tuck under her knees and he lifts her higher, granting him deeper access. Rose reaches up and grasps the slats of the headboard, the stray thought of some day using them for what she teased him for the day he bought this bed going through her head. She flushes at the very idea and yet it excites her as well.

Jonathon adjusts himself, angling his pelvis so that he’s settled firmly against her clit and then he begins to thrust inside her. She can tell that she’s in for quite a ride as he plunges harder and harder into her. When he gets like this it’s all she can do to hold on for dear life, her own offering curtailed by the power of his movements. She doesn’t care.

Rose watches his face, the fierce concentration of him. He looks so primal in this moment, so different from the sweet disposition of his day to day self. She likes it. More than likes it. It grabs hold of something deep within her, some needy instinct to be possessed thoroughly if only during passion.

He rides her rough and hard and she feels the intensity of orgasm coiling deep within her with each thrust and withdrawal. She makes little noises, she can’t keep quiet at the impact of each movement, and she thinks that maybe she’s saying words, possibly even in English, or maybe it’s just gibberish, but she’s thinking words about how much she loves him and how good he makes her feel and oh, oh, yes, there, now. She screams as she comes, her eyes clenching at tightly as the rest of her, a blinding flash of white lighting the insides of her lids, and when she opens them again, the look of masculine pride on his face is utterly well-deserved.

As if all he has been waiting for is for her to come, he lets himself go and releases within her, shuddering for nearly a minute. He slowly lets down her legs and pulls out of her body before falling limply on top of her and her arms come around him and clutch him to her, his head cradled against her breasts, his tongue snaking out to lazily lick her nipple. They lay there like that for several minutes just enjoying each other’s hold and heartbeats.

Eventually he has to get up and deal with the evidence of their activity and she sits up, wincing slightly, and surveys the damage to her books and papers. She sighs and collects them all and stacks them in a neat pile next to the bed before stretching out to wait for him to come back. The problem with this lovely study break is now she has no inclination to go back to work.

When he joins her in the bed again they kiss and cuddle and she sighs. “I don’t think I can study here anymore,” she tells him.

“Why not?” he asks.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened. We try to be good, but who are we fooling? When we’re together, we’re going to make love. That’s just the way we are,” she says.

“Nothing wrong with that.”

She smiles and kisses his forehead. “I love you to pieces, Jonathon, but seriously…as much as I hate it, I think for the next few days I need to study at home. I need to stay away from you if I’m going to be ready for the exams. I don’t want to, but I need to. But I will promise you this, when it’s all over, I’ll make it worth every single day we stay apart.”

“All right, love. If you must.” She can tell he doesn’t want to agree and is only doing it for her sake. He knows as well as she does that she is right.

“I must. But I promise you, if I ever need another study break, I’ll be on your doorstep in a heartbeat.”

He laughs. “How about we extend this study break?” he says.

“What, now?” she asks.

“Well, we’ve still got the one condom left. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says smugly.

Rose grins. “I can feel the improved blood flow to my brain already. But you know what? It could be better.”

And this time when she comes, she screams so loudly it brings poor Mrs. Hampton over to make sure everything is all right. On the bright side, the woman comes back with brownies, which are almost as helpful as the improved blood flow as she returns to her studies for the remainder of the evening, but only half as good as the sex.

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From:

morrighangw.livejournal.com

HEEEEEE!!!!!! They are so cute!!! *squishes them* The ending paragraph sent me into gales of laughter.

“Well, how about I help you study,” he drops the towel, “anatomy?”

That had me howling with laughter. FAIL, Jonathon, FAIL. Your lines need work, cheeky man! XD

Also, I am INCREDIBLY amused that they only had two condoms left from that gigantic box. XD

Edited Date: 2009-09-22 09:36 pm (UTC)

From:

mitashade.livejournal.com

Ditto on the whole things. And an extra *squish*!

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