amberfocus | A Sky Without Zeppelins (37/?)

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A/N: Very smutty chapter, not work or child safe. Also not a dial-up friendly chapter because there are lots of photographs. I'd suggest you eat first so you're not hungry while reading it. Might also be a touch of angst, Amy said she almost cried at one point, but I made it all better, promise.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Jonathon wonders if he’ll ever be able to look at Rose without desire coursing through his frame, without the desire to hold her, kiss her, make two bodies into one. He’s awakened early after sleeping quite contentedly; more contentedly than he can ever remember sleeping. He’s still reeling from the very clear sense of Rose’s emotions he’d gotten the night before when he’d been stroking her head. He isn’t entirely sure what’s going on and he’s been thinking about it ever since he woke up.

He’s read extensively about psychic phenomena as it has always been a bit of a fascination for him, he’s seen too much in his life not to believe in it to a certain extent, but he’s never had an experience of his own before, other than that moment with Martha Milligan when the young doctor had swept across his mind and he’d had a strong and perfect sense that she was a telepath. And then there had been the words she had spoken.

“It was an easy enough link to make, what with your own…” She’d been interrupted by the dissolution of Mr. Lumin’s human form into light energy and never finished what she’d started to say. His own what? Telepathy? Empathy? There is some connection between his mind and Rose’s own, he’s sure of it.

Martha knows something, can sense something about him. Once he returns to England he is going to have a talk with her, see if he can’t figure out exactly what is going on with him. He wonders also about approaching Mr. Lumin, thinks that it’s entirely possible the alien already knows the truth about him, considering what he now knows about some of the employees of Illuminate.

He’s going to have to talk to Rose about this. He’s not sure how to approach it. She’s no fragile flower, but something like this, a possible ability to go into her mind somehow, might freak her out in ways that meeting aliens hadn’t been able to do. Rose is fierce about keeping a hold on her own identity and not disappearing into Jonathon’s. Mingling their bodies and their lives together is one thing. Mingling their minds might be more than she is willing to give him.

He watches her sleep, the steady rise and fall of her chest mildly arousing to him. It’s not like he can sense her emotions without touching her temple. He experimented with that the night before. He can keep that part of himself away from her, out of her mind. Even as he thinks it, though, his fingers twitch to experience her feelings again.

Jonathon sighs, rises from the bed and heads to the loo. He’s not going to risk ruining this weekend or Rose’s birthday by talking about it yet. Next weekend he’ll bring it out in the open, tell her what he’s experiencing. If it scares her away from him then at least he’ll have this one perfect memory of their time in Paris, of when she loved him and he loved her and everything was still within their grasp.

No, he can’t think like that! Rose loves him. She loves him as desperately as he loves her. He slips back into bed with her and pulls her into his arms a little too forcefully. “Wha…?” Rose asks coming awake at the sudden shifting of her body.

“Sorry, love,” he murmurs in her ear. “Go back to sleep.”

But she’s awake now and blinking at him in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she says as she takes in his expression. He shudders against her and his arms tighten. “Jonathon?” she asks. “What is it?”

“Don’t want to lose you,” he tells her.

Now she’s fully awake. “Hey, what’s brought this on?” she asks in concern.

“Rose, I just…I just…” He kisses her fiercely, his tongue stroking into her mouth, and she blinks for a moment before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back. She battles with his tongue and whimpers emerge from her throat as he tries to take firm possession. She yields a moment later, letting him search out every crevice of her teeth, every hidden piece of her his tongue can reach.

He can’t stop himself from pushing his body into hers and as she feels how hard he is against her leg she shoves him back. He feels desperate and hurt but she smiles at him reassuringly and there is clear reluctance on her face.

“Just give me a moment,” she tells him. “Before we make love I gotta go pee.” He rolls away from her reluctantly and she shoves the covers off and hurries to the bathroom, grabbing something small enough to fit in her hand out of the dresser on her way. He strokes himself idly while he waits for her to return, his impatience to bury himself inside her growing with every second she takes.

Finally she’s back with a condom in hand, already out of the package. She pulls the bedding clear of his body and reaches for his hip, pushing down on it until he rolls onto his back. She straddles his thighs and rolls the little piece of latex down onto him with intense concentration. She hasn’t done it enough yet to not fear she’s going to mess it up. When she has it in place she looks at him.

Rose moves forward and settles just above him, her hand firmly guiding him to her opening. “But you’re not ready,” he says in protest. No matter how eager he is for this, how much he needs it, he’s not going to risk hurting her by entering her while she’s unprepared. “We haven’t—.”

“Shh,” says Rose. “Took care of that. Had some,” she blushes, “stuff that helps. It’s,” she blushes again then meets his eyes, “flavored.” She sinks down on him then and smiles. “You need this now.”

He shivers as she encases him. Already she knows him so well, recognizes his need, and is willing to accommodate it. His hands find her hips and he encourages her to move with an upward push of his hands. Rose smiles lovingly at him and leans forward, her hands coming down on either side of his ribs. She slides him out nearly to the tip and then backs onto him again achingly slowly.

He is desperate for hard and fast but as she sets the tempo to her liking he begins to calm. His panic over the possible telepathy or empathy or whatever it is fades in the gentle rise and fall of her body over his. She shifts back eventually, her hands trailing over his chest, fingers playing lightly with his nipples before moving on to caress the hardness of his pectoral muscles. They tickle down over his ribs to his stomach, dance across his navel and into his curls before gliding back up his chest again and onto his shoulders.

She ghosts her fingers over his shoulders, his biceps and triceps then down to his forearms where she brushes across the brachioradialis and down onto his hands before sweeping back up and down his chest again. This time when she finishes she sits back into a fully upright position and his hands reach for her breasts, greedily kneading the soft mounds, his thumbs circling her areolas and settling firmly against her nipples.

Rose is hardly moving now, just slipping him in and out of her an inch or two at a time, barely rocking her body as she succumbs to the pleasure of his touch. Her nipples harden under his fingers and she smiles as she sways above him. She is so beautiful like this, eyes closed, face a mask of bliss, full, pouting lips wet from her tongue, hair in wild disarray.

He drops one hand down to where they are joined, his thumb inveigling its way between her soft curls and seeking out her clit. She gasps in pleasure as he finds it, rocks firmly against him as he begins to circle it with sure and steady movements. He continues to play with her left nipple as he does so and it is only a minute more before her hot, inner walls clench tightly around his penis and her body shudders and sways above his. She whispers his name over and over again, whispers her love for him.

He waits for her to finish, for her body to slump and then he’s flipping them over. Rose gasps in surprise and her eyes fly open. She meets his dark gaze and then smiles rather slowly. She brings her legs up and around him, her feet resting against the backs of his thighs, heels against his arse. He braces himself on the headboard and her hands come up to grasp his upper arms.

“Ready?” he asks her.

“So ready,” she breathes. Her eyes are lust-glazed and the smile she offers him is wanton. He had been planning to take her fiercely but something else sweeps over him and his movements are slow and gentle, prolonging the sweet agony of lovemaking instead of rushing himself to the finish line. Each slow thrust into her body is accompanied by a languorous clenching of her inner muscles around him. Each glide out again a simple concentration of the delightful friction between them.

Despite this leisurely pace he feels the impending rise of orgasm and Rose must see it on is face for she begins encouraging him to come, her voice raspy with her desire to see him do so. He had been hoping to hold out, to make her come again, too, but he sees it is a losing battle and he willingly falls over the edge, his thoughts shattering as his body completes itself within her welcoming heat.

He falls on top of her totally spent. She kisses his ear, runs her hands through his hair and massages her fingers up the side of his face. When her fingers trip across his temples his eyes fly open in violent surprise as the thing he’d discovered the night before flares into life, this time flowing in both directions between them.

Rose’s eyes widen with alarm as the waves of his emotions wash over her. What, what, what, what, what? rushes through her head and he feels her panic. Instinctively he thinks to soothe her and raises his own hands to her temples.

Shh. Shh, Rose. Love you, Rose, my beloved Rose, my heart, my soul, my Rose. Shh. It’s okay. Safe with me. Protect you always. Love you always.

She settles, the fear and panic washing away in the soothing waves of his concern. Her hands drop from his head and he removes his own from hers. He rolls off of her and onto his back and Rose is quiet, still. He takes care of the condom and then turns back to look at her.

“You all right?” he asks.

“I…I think so. Jonathon, what was that?” Her voice is very small but she no longer seems frightened.

“I think…I think you were in my mind,” he admits slowly.

“In your mind? How is that…Jonathon, how is that even possible?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” he says his confusion plain in his voice. “It’s not something that’s ever happened before. I…I thought it was a fluke, but now you’ve done it, too.”

“Wait. You said it’s never happened before…”

“I meant before last night. I…I was stroking your hair while you slept and I felt…I felt all these emotions coming out of you, Rose. All these feelings. Just feelings, not thoughts, not like a minute ago. It scared me.”

“Is that why,” she gestured between them, “all of this? Waking me up like you did? You were scared of how I might react to it all?”

“A little.”

“I must say then, that mind-blowing sex--.”

“Mind-blowing?” he interrupts a bit smugly.

She giggles. “Oh, yes. Mind-blowing sex certainly is a way to counteract the fact that we’ve got some kind of…of something happening between us on a level that—that I’m certainly not used to.” There is great good humor in her voice.

“You’re taking this far better than I thought you would,” he says.

Rose frowns. “In the last several weeks I’ve met the love of my life,” he gasps at her words and she smiles then continues, “was nearly killed by a black cloud monster, and met several friendly aliens. I’ve been given my dream job and found out my mother is getting married. Some sort of weird sex ESP is not going to throw me for a loop.”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

“Why do you think it’s happening?” she queries. “I mean, far as I know there’re no such abilities in my family.”

Jonathon shrugs. “No one left to ask in mine.”

“Do you think it could be because of something Mr. Lumin did when he healed me? Or a side effect of the Caligo touching me?” she wonders.

“I have no idea. He didn’t say he was telepathic. Martha is, though.”

“Dr. Milligan?”

“Yeah. She scanned my mind to see if Mr. Lumin could trust me with his secret. Scanned yours, too, but you were unconscious.”

“Hmm…maybe she activated something latent in us. Oh, well. I guess we’ll learn to live with it,” Rose says.

“Just like that?” he asks.

“What? Did you think I was going to run screaming from the room because something else odd is happening? I love you, Jonathon. You could turn out to be an alien yourself at this point and it wouldn’t matter to me. I love you,” she repeats emphatically.

Jonathon laughs heartily. “I promise you, Rose Tyler, I’m as human as you are!”

Rose gives him a cheeky grin and says, “I know, but if you ever want to play invading alien conquers Earth girl, I’m all for it.” At the surprised look on his face it’s Rose’s turn to guffaw. “Oh, yes, Jonathon. You’ve completely corrupted this poor, sweet, innocent girl. Now, what say you show me your Eiffel Tower again before we go out and see the real thing?”

Jonathon snorts at her awful metaphor. “Might take a bit of effort to raise this tower again so soon.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yep.”

Rose grins. “You’re on. Let’s just see what we can do about that,” she says sliding down his body and taking him into her mouth.

After a delightful breakfast of crepes with the choice of four different berry sauces that room service had sent up, followed by use of said sauce in ways that probably hadn’t been intended by the manufacturer, Jonathon and Rose shower and change and set out for the Eiffel Tower. They decide to walk since it’s not ridiculously far from their hotel. Rose loves the hustle and bustle of the big city, its flavor completely different from London, but its people in just as much of a hurry to get where they are going.

They, on the other hand, stroll slowly, taking in the sights and sounds and smells and casting sweet, love struck glances at each other. They make their way finally to the Rue Cler, their feet hitting cobblestones as they walk along. Rose takes in all of the shops with wide eyes. They are beautiful, bright, and the food in the windows is nothing short of stunning. The outdoor green grocer displays are tempting, the fruits and vegetables arranged to tempt both the eye and the palate.

The cheese shop, a place called Cantin has such beautifully displayed wheels of cheese that Rose stops for a minute just to stare. She's never seen such a simple thing displayed so artistically before. “We can get some on the way back to the room if ye like,” Jonathon says softly. She nods and they move on only for Jonathon to be the one salivating a moment later over the windows of an upscale deli called Le Notre. “I’m not even hungry,” he says, “but…”

It’s the chocolate shop Le Mère de Famille Gourmand Chocolats Confiseries that does them both in, neither able to resist the lure of finely sugared treats on display.

Rose practically whimpers when Jonathon tugs her inside. There are truffles and cordials and peppermint bark, coconut crème and caramel chocolates, every possible variation of fudge Rose has ever heard of and many she has not, chocolate covered biscuits, chocolate oranges and tortes, and many other non-chocolate confections that are almost as tempting.

Jonathon goes a little crazy, purchasing far more than they can carry and arranging to have it delivered to their hotel. They walk away with one bag filled with about 3 pounds of various candies and both of them too eager to walk more than a few steps before they are dipping into it and sampling the pleasures that await them. Rose paces herself. She knows if she eats even one sixth of what’s in that bag she will be sick so she contents herself with four small pieces and the knowledge that there will be plenty to eat over the coming month or two considering how much they bought.

They head over to the Champ de Mars next and wander down the length of the huge park towards the Eiffel Tower. There is so much to see in the park alone and Rose is delighted when they stumble upon yet another carousel. “There’s actually a couple different ones in this area,” he tells her. “This one, the horses aren’t sturdy enough for adults to ride, but if you really want to go on another one there’s a better one further on.”

Rose nods. “Maybe. If we have time. I want to see the tower before it closes.”

“I don’t think that’s a problem. It’s open until eleven p.m., Rose.”

“Even on Sunday?”

“Yep.” He pops the P and she smiles at him.

“Still, can we head over there? No more distractions?” she asks.

He laughs. “I can’t promise there won’t be anymore distractions,” he says. “Especially if I find a likely little grove of trees to pull you into.”

“And have your wicked way with me?” she replies with a grin.

“Weellllll, only if there’s no chance of getting caught by a matron out with her charges,” he says with a grimace. “Don’t fancy doing that again.”

Rose laughs. “We were only kissing,” she protests.

“I think there was a fair amount of petting going on, too,” he comments dryly.

“What qualifies as a fair amount of petting?” she asks.

"Shall I remind you?" he asks her. She looks undecided. Jonathon looks around them and then points to a distant patch of trees. “There.”

“We shouldn’t,” Rose says biting her lip. “I mean, we really, really shouldn’t.”

She can't keep the twinkle out of her eyes and Jonathon just looks at her until she bursts into a giant grin. “Race ya!” she says and takes off. Before he knows what’s hit him she’s already several strides ahead, but he catches her up easily and grabs her hand and together they run for the trees.

Ch. 38: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/222305.html