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Chapter Two: Follow

The Doctor slides one finger slowly up along the folds of her sex on one side, repeats the movement on the other before trailing up from her center to the top. She shivers as he crosses over her clitoris and his concentration deepens. "That?" he asks throatily stroking across it again. "You like that?"

“Yeeeesss,” she manages to hiss as his middle finger starts an eager dance against the sensitive bundle. He looks curiously up at her face as he alters his movements around it. She squirms, bites down on her lip.

“Bit of a pleasure center, then?” he asks.

“Just a bit,” she manages on a high-pitched breathy gust of words. He smiles and it is that slow, sensual, beautiful smile that she rarely sees, but that sends a flood of arousal to her sex whenever he turns it on her. He knows this and it why he is so careful to guard that smile, but there is no need to guard it now. The index finger of his other hand glides across the skin where her thigh meets her pelvis and she closes her eyes at the sensation. He does it again, this time with his fingernail just barely scraping against the join. She moans softly and her eyes close.

He plays with the matching patch of skin for a while delivering equal treatment, never letting up the various pressures he is placing on her clit, and then his wandering hand wanders a bit further, and he slips a finger easily inside her. He growls at the sound of pure lust that is torn from her throat and her eyes fly open to meet with his.

His eyes are so dark now they are almost black and he is looking at her like she is the center of the universe. Because she is the center of his universe and has been for longer than he cares to admit. His finger is encased in her warmth and he is eager to bury himself in that tightness, but he isn’t ready, not quite yet, to end this so soon. He twitches his finger and she moans as he searches around a bit, locates a particular spot and laughs when her hips rise off the bed.

He strokes it again, and then in tandem with his strokes on her clitoris which had momentarily stilled, and she is gasping and twitching around him. She floods his finger with her arousal and the room fills with her scent. Curiously he removes his finger and licks it and she cries out in frustration, but she is soon purring against him as his long and flexible tongue sweeps out of his mouth and fastens onto her center.

He tastes her again, his brain analyzing the various hormones and other chemicals her body is exuding, decides he likes the flavor and pushes his tongue deep inside her in search of more. He keeps his finger moving on her tiny bundle of nerves and is rather surprised when she starts thrashing around him. When the very tip of his tongue finds the little spot his finger had been touching earlier he is rewarded with more of what he is seeking and then suddenly the muscles around his tongue start contracting violently and Rose has grabbed hold of his head and is hanging onto his ears for dear life.

When she stills and lets him go he looks up at her in mild consternation. “That…” he begins to say then stops and looks at her. “That was…good?”

Any other man and she’d probably think he was asking for praise, but he honestly doesn’t know and needs to be reassured that what just happened didn’t hurt her. Though she seems to be quite happy with the end result. Still, some of the sounds she’d made! He stares at her uncertainly. She’s panting a bit, but she manages to nod. “That was…” She seems to be at a loss for words, finally finds one. “Impressive.”

“It’s different,” he says. “My race’s females, they didn’t…do that.”

“That, Doctor, is rather the whole point of sex for humans. Don’t you…I mean, you’ll…” She’s suddenly very shy, blushes red, and breaks off her sentence. Eventually she tries again. “You’ll…release when we…”

He nods. “Yes.”

“And…will it be, will there be pleasure in it for you?” she asks. Her entire body is now flushing pink with her embarrassment over the conversation. He thinks she looks rather nice that way.

“Yes,” he repeats simply.

“Why don’t…why don’t your women orgasm?” she finally asks.

“It’s more of a mind thing for them. It sort of causes a full body buzz.”

“Oh,” she says.

“But your way is nice, too,” he says. He inches forward just a bit. “Now,” he says in all seriousness, “I rather liked the way this responded to my finger.” He presses down on her clitoris and she bucks up into him. “But I’m kind of curious as to how it’ll react to my tongue.”

“Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of your curiosity, Doctor,” Rose responds rather quickly. He smirks up at her.

“Like that idea, do you?”

“A bit, ye—ah.” The final word is broken into two syllables as his tongue makes contact with the small button that seems to be so important to her sexual enjoyment. He swirls his tongue around it, then lightly sucks on it until it is standing up tall and proud and then he oh, so carefully nips at it and she bucks up into him so hard she knocks against his jaw. He laughs and the vibrations make her squirm even more. He settles down and starts making his way through the 1200 round and sweeping letters of the Gallifreyan alphabet. His questing hand slips two fingers back inside of her and he begins to rotate them around until she’s using words he’s never expected to hear from her pretty little mouth and begging him to stop torturing her and just make love to her already.

But he insists on finishing the alphabet and as he does he is thrilled to bring about yet another of her internal convulsions, this one causing sweat to break out all over her body and for her to shake for a full minute while she shrieks out his name and calls upon the human God. He is stunned by the intensity of it all, this one being stronger than the one before, and altogether happy when it is apparent he didn’t break her this time either.

When she has recovered Rose is very firm, grabbing onto the Doctor’s head by the ears and pulling him up her body. He wipes his mouth and comes to rest against her pelvis, his penis close to her entrance, but not anywhere near the proper angle for penetration. Instead he leans down and kisses her jaw, following the line of it up to her ear. His breath is hot as his tongue slides around the inside of the shell, up over the edge and licks along the back side, coming to rest at her earlobe where he takes it between his teeth and pulls lightly.

She is impatient to finally have him inside of her, she wants to give to him what he has given to her, but he is content to take his time even as his shaft wiggles against her. Rose can feel its pulsing beat as it ripples and searches for tightness. But the Doctor seems to feel no urgency and lets his mouth trail down to her neck, finding her pulse and licking the spot before settling down to suck at it, gradually increasing the suction until she knows it’ll leave a mark.

Rose smiles. She wants him to mark her, to brand her as his. It is not a thought she’d ever expect to be coming from her rather liberated 21^st century mind, but she doesn’t care. She is his, has been for longer than even she’s been aware of. He releases her neck with a satisfying pop and she sees him smile as his fingers brush over the bruise she can already feel welling to the surface.

Then his mouth descends on hers, his lips pulling lightly at her bottom lip, bringing it into his mouth where he nibbles with a gentle pressure against it. He runs his tongue along the inside of her lip and then her own tongue is snaking out to push its way into his mouth. She explores slowly and thoroughly, completely in control only because he lets her be.

Rose runs her tongue over his gums then across his teeth, finally seeking out the sensitive roof of his mouth. She is pleased when this makes him grind his hips into her. She strokes his tongue with her own, slowly slipping against him as she raises her pelvis and slides her sex along the root of his manhood. And suddenly he is in full possession of her mouth and his tongue fights hers for dominance, taking it hard and passionately and with a ferocity that leaves her breathless.

It lasts so long her jaw begins to ache and when he finally releases her mouth she stares at him with a dazed expression. When she can find words again she says, “I like the way you kiss me.”

He smiles at her, again that sensual, sexy smile that floods her sex with arousal. His nostrils flare as it does and she feels his penis straining hard against her. “Doctor?”

“Yes, Rose?”

“Please make love to me now.” Her voice is firm, all shyness lost. He scoots down on the bed just a bit until the bulbous tip of his shaft is nestled at her slick entrance.

He looks at her, opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but then closes it again. Their eyes lock and he pushes himself forward, burying himself to the hilt in one forceful thrust. Rose cries out in shock and surprise. “Did I hurt you?” he asks suddenly worried. She can see the look in his eyes as he realizes maybe he should have gone slower and he starts to pull away from her, but she moves too quickly, locking her ankles up around his waist and not allowing him to withdraw.

“I’m…I’m fine, Doctor,” she says. He looks like he doesn’t believe her and he tries again to pull away. She twitches her vaginal muscles around him as hard as she can and she feels the response of his penis as it ripples inside of her. Her eyes roll back inside of her head as that sensation races through her. She squeezes down hard on him again and is rewarded with an even more intense ripple and a slight swelling as he hardens even further.

She finally loosens the grip of her legs against him and he begins to withdraw before slowly pushing himself back inside her. He is more careful, hesitant because he’s still worried he might have hurt her the first time. “It’s okay,” she says encouragingly. “It feels good.” The smile she turns on him is apparently brilliant enough that he believes her.

He pulls out and pushes back in again and then he ripples inside of her. Another glide out and back in and another ripple. Each time he ripples she tightens her muscles and slowly they find their way into this rhythm that is different for both of them, but perfect between them. He strokes her hair back from her face with one hand and leans down and kisses her through several minutes before pulling back and looking deeply into her eyes.

A few minutes more and he’s saying, “I need to try something different Rose if I’m going to climax.” She feels a bit of worry flash through her that she might be finding out something very strange and alien is about to occur now, but he gives her a gentle smile. “No, it’s just, I need to move faster and I don’t think you’ll be able to keep up, but I don’t want you to worry about trying. Just hold on and if I hurt you please let me know, okay? And we’ll figure out a different way.”

She nods at him and he leans up a bit, adjusts himself and the angles of their bodies, pushes her legs up so that her knees are almost to her chin and then he begins a rapid plunge and withdrawal that leaves her breathless. Gone are the rippling waves of his shaft. Instead he is pulsing continuously, sending out little jolts that tingle through the nerve endings of her pelvis. The change of angle means that his pelvis is grinding directly against her clitoris, and somehow he is managing to hit her g-spot inside as well.

The sensations are overwhelming and she gets lost inside them as the Doctor drives into her harder and harder and faster until she is nearly blinded by the passion rising up in her. The little shocks continue to race through her and suddenly they are triggering a sensation in her head that is different from anything she has ever experienced in her life.

It is like she is being born up into the air and surrounded by powerful colors and buffets of air and she hears some kind of melodic singing and a hurricane of passion seems to be pushing at the corners of her mind, crying for admittance and she isn’t sure what to do and somewhere she hears that voice, the one that she trusts to protect her, to keep her safe, to always bring her through any danger and it is begging her for entry, asking her permission to come in, to not deny him this.

And whatever it is he wants he can have because she loves him fiercely and she is his completely and he needs to know it. She hears herself telling him yes, that he is allowed all of her, every piece of her, and then she feels her mind opening to him, a gorgeous silver light that illuminates all of the darkness she has ever hidden from him in and he is shining before her, the very essence of who and what he is and he has never been more naked and more beautiful. Nothing about him is hidden from her and she marvels at how very much he has been holding back until now.

She is lifted then, up into the swirling silver light that she knows is his mind and she is blending into him, a rainbow of pink and yellow and blue and green and amber and suddenly she turns completely golden and for just that moment she sees a door opening into time and space and futures and pasts and then she is subsumed into his power, sees for the first time how very much she means to him, what she has saved him from, and an orgasm crashes through her that ruins her for any other man’s touch for the rest of her life.

Rose finds herself back in her body as the Doctor pulses and waves inside of her and she feels his come as he expels it forcefully within her. It is cool and she can almost feel it moving as well and wonders if his sperm might be sentient and trying to find its way to her uterus and then a flash of horror washes over her as she realizes that they didn’t talk about birth control or whether or not the Doctor could get her pregnant.

The Doctor collapses on top of her and sweat is dripping off his body. He holds her tightly and whispers her name over and over again. “Rose. Rose. My Rose.” He rolls them to one side and keeps his arms wrapped tightly around her. She buries her face in his chest.

“My Doctor,” she whispers back. The words ‘I love you’ stick to the back of her throat. She thinks that having his child would not be the end of the world if she could have it with him, if he would be there for her. But she hopes that it’s impossible because now would never be the time. Despite how he feels about her, there is no place for a child in his life. And she’s not ready to be a mum.

“Are you all right?” the Doctor asks his hand tangling in her hair.

She wants to let it go, simply slide down into the beautiful feeling of just having made love with the Doctor, but she can’t, not until she knows. “Doctor, I need to know something. We should have talked about this before, but I…I didn’t think about it and now I’m wondering…”

“You’re still wondering how I feel about you after that?” he asks in amazement.

“No, Doctor,” she says. She takes a deep breath. “I’m wondering whether or not that could have possibly gotten me pregnant.”

“Oh,” he says and she can tell from the way he says it that the thought hadn’t occurred to him beforehand, either. “No. Well, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” she asks trying to keep her voice calm. “Don’t you know?”

“Well, that’s the thing, Rose. Quite often a Time Lord will be sterile after the first…” He breaks off and she can tell he is trying to figure out how to word something. “After the first hundred years. In later…centuries it would be quite rare for him to be able to procreate. I mean, genetically in a lab, it could be done, but naturally, no. It’s doubtful.”

“Not impossible, though.”

“Well, at the start of a…sometimes during the change…sometimes cells can be altered and…well, it’s not impossible, Rose. I could get one of my kind pregnant under the right circumstances.”

“But what about a human? What about me?” she asks.

“It’s not unheard of,” he admits.

“And you didn’t think to tell me this before we made love?” she bursts out.

“You didn’t think to ask about it, either!”

“Look, is there any way of finding out? Can you scan my DNA and see if we’re even compatible? Or something?” Rose asks.

“I can probably figure something out.”

“If…if it’s possible…if I can…how likely is it that it would happen the first time?” Rose asks hesitantly. The Doctor doesn’t answer her. “How likely?” she repeats forcefully.

“Well, if you’re compatible…it would be about one…”

“One percent?”

"One hundred,” he admits sheepishly. “One hundred percent.”

Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/49673.html