Birthday Fic: Lovers' Games
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amberfocusTitle: Lovers' Games
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amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Cliche Fic (sort of), Voyeurism
Rating: Adult. Very.
Beta:amyo67
Summary: She feels it in an instant, setting on like a fast moving burn that shatters all of her common sense and inhibitions in one blow.
A/N: Happy birthday tohonorh.
They take chances, sometimes. They put themselves into situations, things that heighten the risks of their lovers’ games. Tonight is one such risk, one such game, and already Rose can tell it’s going to be more than she ever expected. She feels it in an instant, setting on like a fast moving burn that shatters all of her common sense and inhibitions in one blow. The Doctor had said that the food here is suspect, that it’s randomly spiked with powerful aphrodisiacs, and if she eats something and starts to feel unusual, she’s to drop whatever it is and find him. He had said that it is worth the chance for food as divine as that served on Gilibi in this particular club. It's also very worth the sex.
What he hadn’t said was just how violently strong they’d be and as she turns her head to look for him a low moan emerges from her throat. She’s never felt so alive, so turned on, so incredibly sexual in her life. He’s just across the room, he’s found the wine, and he’s acquiring two glasses. She decides half a room is too far away and doesn’t think it’s fair. She’ll start without him, she thinks, her thighs rubbing tightly together at the sudden wave of arousal washing through her sex.
The feel of the thin silk fabric of the tablecloth under her fingers is suddenly so erotic that she finds herself reaching for the flimsy tie of the sundress at the back of her neck. She wonders what the feel of that silk would be like on her naked skin, like fire or like water, kissing her all over in a sensual rush. In the back of her mind she knows that she probably shouldn’t disrobe in the middle of a crowd, but it doesn’t stop her from letting the dress fall to the floor in a heap at her feet, or from pulling the tablecloth out from under the food with the agility of a magician, spilling nothing, and wrapping it around her body.
Another groan of unfettered pleasure emerges from her starting deep in her chest and alerting those who had not already turned to watch the spectacle, as the silk slides across her skin. At last the Doctor, who had not gone far despite her assurance that she was willing to take her chances with the food, is alerted that his lover has ingested something both mood and mind altering. He’s dispensing with the wine, drinking it quickly and throwing down the glasses and then he is by her side in the next instant. When she lets the cloth drop to the floor to join her dress and stands before him in nothing but her knickers, his gaze is drawn to her breasts in all their glory. The sound of want he makes nearly matches hers and she wonders if the wine was spiked, too. He looks ready to take her right there.
His eyes on her body are enough to make her hunger turn very specific. She reaches for his jeans and manages to get the button open and the zipper down before he bats her hands away. He slips off his leather jacket and wraps her in it, much to the dismay of the crowd who chances the potency of the aphrodisiacs to watch the fallout as if it is a sport. Rose fingers the leather, her nose buried in the collar as she smells the deep, dark, intriguing scent that is part time, part engine grease, and all Doctor. Her tongue flicks out and she tastes the leather and then reaching for his hand, tastes the back of it. He jerks in surprise but then relaxes. She likes how closely the flavors match, as if he’s thoroughly imbued himself into the jacket that is nearly as beloved to him as the TARDIS.
She wonders how the rest of him tastes right now and moves to find out, but he’s catching her up by the wrists and managing to hold her at arms’ length. “Rose, stop.”
“Don’t want to,” she says, managing to squirm closer to him and snake one leg between his.
“They’ve got private rooms for dealing with this,” he says sternly but his control is definitely wavering. “I’m not gonna take you in public.”
“Why not?” she asks, her voice heavy and her smile full of sin. Her tongue flicks out, licks her lips rather too slowly, and then her eyes focus on his mouth. She wants to kiss him. “It’s what they’re waiting for. Isn’t this really why you brought me here?” They’ve never made love with an audience before, well, aside from that one time when they’d done it on the negotiating table with the fifteen minute delay camera that broadcast everything across the entire planet of the Xenesi, but that hadn’t been on purpose. Not that she’d told him when she’d figured it out. No, she hadn’t told him until afterwards. She smirks.
He doesn’t answer her, instead pulling her towards one of the curtained off chambers. She stumbles in her too high heels and he has to stop long enough to see that her turned ankle hasn’t been too badly damaged. His hands on the smooth skin of her foot send another wave of desire through her and she slides her fingers into the fabric of his jumper, yanking it up and over his head. He falls backwards in surprise and she is left holding it. She manages to lose the shoes and her knickers drop to the ground as he rises back up to his knees and he’s face to face with his favorite thing in the world. Rose laughs throatily as he swallows hard and manages to climb back to his feet. He pulls the leather jacket shut in the front and hauls her forward by his grip on it, but now her hands are free and roaming over his naked chest.
She’s pretty sure he’s about to break. “It’s a new experience,” she says huskily. “You’re always wanting me to have new experiences.” She isn’t sure quite how she manages to make such harmless words sound so filthy. Her thumbs rub little circles around his nipples and he shudders under her touch. She laughs, a teasing, taunting laugh and manages to slide onto his thigh, riding it, getting some friction against her aching clit.
Distracted by her motions, she manages to pull him free of his boxer briefs and grip his length firmly. His penis is as hard as she knew it would be and she wonders if his protestations are just for show or if he really does want to make it all the way to the private room. He groans at her sudden rhythmic stroking, her motions hidden from the crowd by the leather of his coat.
He reaches inside the jacket suddenly to grasp her waist and picks her up, carrying her the final three feet to the wall. The chamber is just to one side, but it’s too late for that. He raises her high and they slam into the bricks. Her legs wrap around him, one hand guiding him into her body. She is slick with her desire and there is nothing to hinder his penis from fully sheathing itself within her.
Her hands rest on his shoulders as he pushes into her again and again. She cries out as each beautiful thrust reaches deeply into her core. He’s rough and fast and hard and all she can do now is hold on for the ride, fingernails digging into his skin as he takes her in front of all of these people. “Gonna come, Rose,” he growls and she lets out an answering grunt, one hand shoving between the two of them to find her clit. She rubs it furiously, hoping she can beat him or race with him to the finish line. Not that he’ll ever leave her wanting, but she’s greedy enough to want to come first and not last, as hot as she is for him right now.
He plunges upwards again and again, his hips moving violently in his drive towards climax. Her nerve endings suddenly fire and she orgasms without warning, crying out so loudly that she brings an answering cheer from the crowd. She shudders and screams again, then bites her lip as convulsions continue to wrack her body far longer than normal. Again and again she tightens around him and then he comes with a yell that nearly deafens her. Her muscles milk him dry and only when the last of his seed has spilled into her body does her orgasm subside.
She collapses down against him in a sweaty, weak heap, and he manages to stumble with her past the curtain and into the cubicle. They fall onto the heaps of pillows in a tangled mess. Whistles, catcalls, and loud applause echo from the outer chamber and for the first time she starts to blush just a little at her actions. She hears a few cries of encore, but from the look on the Doctor’s face as he buries it between her thighs, knows that the two of them aren’t going anywhere for a very long time yet.
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Cliche Fic (sort of), Voyeurism
Rating: Adult. Very.
Beta:
amyo67Summary: She feels it in an instant, setting on like a fast moving burn that shatters all of her common sense and inhibitions in one blow.
A/N: Happy birthday to
honorh.Lovers’ Games
They take chances, sometimes. They put themselves into situations, things that heighten the risks of their lovers’ games. Tonight is one such risk, one such game, and already Rose can tell it’s going to be more than she ever expected. She feels it in an instant, setting on like a fast moving burn that shatters all of her common sense and inhibitions in one blow. The Doctor had said that the food here is suspect, that it’s randomly spiked with powerful aphrodisiacs, and if she eats something and starts to feel unusual, she’s to drop whatever it is and find him. He had said that it is worth the chance for food as divine as that served on Gilibi in this particular club. It's also very worth the sex.
What he hadn’t said was just how violently strong they’d be and as she turns her head to look for him a low moan emerges from her throat. She’s never felt so alive, so turned on, so incredibly sexual in her life. He’s just across the room, he’s found the wine, and he’s acquiring two glasses. She decides half a room is too far away and doesn’t think it’s fair. She’ll start without him, she thinks, her thighs rubbing tightly together at the sudden wave of arousal washing through her sex.
The feel of the thin silk fabric of the tablecloth under her fingers is suddenly so erotic that she finds herself reaching for the flimsy tie of the sundress at the back of her neck. She wonders what the feel of that silk would be like on her naked skin, like fire or like water, kissing her all over in a sensual rush. In the back of her mind she knows that she probably shouldn’t disrobe in the middle of a crowd, but it doesn’t stop her from letting the dress fall to the floor in a heap at her feet, or from pulling the tablecloth out from under the food with the agility of a magician, spilling nothing, and wrapping it around her body.
Another groan of unfettered pleasure emerges from her starting deep in her chest and alerting those who had not already turned to watch the spectacle, as the silk slides across her skin. At last the Doctor, who had not gone far despite her assurance that she was willing to take her chances with the food, is alerted that his lover has ingested something both mood and mind altering. He’s dispensing with the wine, drinking it quickly and throwing down the glasses and then he is by her side in the next instant. When she lets the cloth drop to the floor to join her dress and stands before him in nothing but her knickers, his gaze is drawn to her breasts in all their glory. The sound of want he makes nearly matches hers and she wonders if the wine was spiked, too. He looks ready to take her right there.
His eyes on her body are enough to make her hunger turn very specific. She reaches for his jeans and manages to get the button open and the zipper down before he bats her hands away. He slips off his leather jacket and wraps her in it, much to the dismay of the crowd who chances the potency of the aphrodisiacs to watch the fallout as if it is a sport. Rose fingers the leather, her nose buried in the collar as she smells the deep, dark, intriguing scent that is part time, part engine grease, and all Doctor. Her tongue flicks out and she tastes the leather and then reaching for his hand, tastes the back of it. He jerks in surprise but then relaxes. She likes how closely the flavors match, as if he’s thoroughly imbued himself into the jacket that is nearly as beloved to him as the TARDIS.
She wonders how the rest of him tastes right now and moves to find out, but he’s catching her up by the wrists and managing to hold her at arms’ length. “Rose, stop.”
“Don’t want to,” she says, managing to squirm closer to him and snake one leg between his.
“They’ve got private rooms for dealing with this,” he says sternly but his control is definitely wavering. “I’m not gonna take you in public.”
“Why not?” she asks, her voice heavy and her smile full of sin. Her tongue flicks out, licks her lips rather too slowly, and then her eyes focus on his mouth. She wants to kiss him. “It’s what they’re waiting for. Isn’t this really why you brought me here?” They’ve never made love with an audience before, well, aside from that one time when they’d done it on the negotiating table with the fifteen minute delay camera that broadcast everything across the entire planet of the Xenesi, but that hadn’t been on purpose. Not that she’d told him when she’d figured it out. No, she hadn’t told him until afterwards. She smirks.
He doesn’t answer her, instead pulling her towards one of the curtained off chambers. She stumbles in her too high heels and he has to stop long enough to see that her turned ankle hasn’t been too badly damaged. His hands on the smooth skin of her foot send another wave of desire through her and she slides her fingers into the fabric of his jumper, yanking it up and over his head. He falls backwards in surprise and she is left holding it. She manages to lose the shoes and her knickers drop to the ground as he rises back up to his knees and he’s face to face with his favorite thing in the world. Rose laughs throatily as he swallows hard and manages to climb back to his feet. He pulls the leather jacket shut in the front and hauls her forward by his grip on it, but now her hands are free and roaming over his naked chest.
She’s pretty sure he’s about to break. “It’s a new experience,” she says huskily. “You’re always wanting me to have new experiences.” She isn’t sure quite how she manages to make such harmless words sound so filthy. Her thumbs rub little circles around his nipples and he shudders under her touch. She laughs, a teasing, taunting laugh and manages to slide onto his thigh, riding it, getting some friction against her aching clit.
Distracted by her motions, she manages to pull him free of his boxer briefs and grip his length firmly. His penis is as hard as she knew it would be and she wonders if his protestations are just for show or if he really does want to make it all the way to the private room. He groans at her sudden rhythmic stroking, her motions hidden from the crowd by the leather of his coat.
He reaches inside the jacket suddenly to grasp her waist and picks her up, carrying her the final three feet to the wall. The chamber is just to one side, but it’s too late for that. He raises her high and they slam into the bricks. Her legs wrap around him, one hand guiding him into her body. She is slick with her desire and there is nothing to hinder his penis from fully sheathing itself within her.
Her hands rest on his shoulders as he pushes into her again and again. She cries out as each beautiful thrust reaches deeply into her core. He’s rough and fast and hard and all she can do now is hold on for the ride, fingernails digging into his skin as he takes her in front of all of these people. “Gonna come, Rose,” he growls and she lets out an answering grunt, one hand shoving between the two of them to find her clit. She rubs it furiously, hoping she can beat him or race with him to the finish line. Not that he’ll ever leave her wanting, but she’s greedy enough to want to come first and not last, as hot as she is for him right now.
He plunges upwards again and again, his hips moving violently in his drive towards climax. Her nerve endings suddenly fire and she orgasms without warning, crying out so loudly that she brings an answering cheer from the crowd. She shudders and screams again, then bites her lip as convulsions continue to wrack her body far longer than normal. Again and again she tightens around him and then he comes with a yell that nearly deafens her. Her muscles milk him dry and only when the last of his seed has spilled into her body does her orgasm subside.
She collapses down against him in a sweaty, weak heap, and he manages to stumble with her past the curtain and into the cubicle. They fall onto the heaps of pillows in a tangled mess. Whistles, catcalls, and loud applause echo from the outer chamber and for the first time she starts to blush just a little at her actions. She hears a few cries of encore, but from the look on the Doctor’s face as he buries it between her thighs, knows that the two of them aren’t going anywhere for a very long time yet.
