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amberfocus) wrote2008-06-16 07:43 am
amberfocus) wrote2008-06-16 07:43 am
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The Boundaries of Consent (3/3)
Chapter Two: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/83112.html
Chapter Three
Tiny ridges or bumps, she wasn’t sure which since he hadn’t allowed her to see him, rubbed against her with each slide inward, but were absent on each smooth glide out of her body. If she hadn’t been aware of the fact that he’d put on a condom, she’d think he hadn’t for the sensation was more intense than she’d have thought it would be with one.
“Rose, where are you?” he asked and she brought her attention back to him, her eyes focusing on his. “Stay with me,” he said. She bit her lip but kept her gaze trained on his.
“Can I…?” She broke off, unsure of how to ask him what she wanted.
“Can you what?” he asked.
“Can I touch you now?” she finally managed. She’d kept her hands at her sides since the last time he’d restrained her, but she ached to touch him now. He smiled a smile she had never seen from him before, a smile she’d never seen from any man before. Such tenderness it made her heart soar.
“Depends…on how gentle…you want me…to be,” he said his sentence breaking into the rhythm of each push forward, each withdrawal. “The more…stimulation…you give me…the less…control…I’ll have.”
Hesitantly she reached up and stroked her hand down the bicep of his right arm, her fingers running over the soft hairs before sliding back up and onto his shoulder, up over the top and down over his shoulder blade, along the tapering of his waist, past his hip and onto the curve of his bum. She trailed her touch back up and around at his waist, the pads of each digit gliding across his rib cage and up to the thudding thump of his right heart and onto the pectoral muscle already starting to hold a slight sheen of sweat.
The Doctor shuddered as she brought up one leg, the bottom of her foot caressing his calf, slipping across the back of his knee and moving up as far as she could reach before lifting her ankle to his waist. She brought her other hand to his bum and made little circular motions with it against the strong muscle before tracing a more sinuous route up his spine, over the shoulder and across to his nipple. She tweaked the little peak and he gave a wild, uncontrolled thrust into her that caused her to cry out.
Trailing her other foot up his leg and thigh, she brought it to join the first, locking her ankles tightly around him and adjusting the angle to bring him deeper inside her tight walls. He whimpered at the difference in pressure and his pace began to alter. When she stroked a hand down his ribs and then further to the inside of his hipbone he groaned. “Rose.”
She smiled, pulling her hand away and reaching up to stroke his face. Her fingers touched his forehead and he closed his eyes as they slid across his eyelids, down over his fine and distinguished nose and over his lips. He opened his mouth, sucking her fingers into the interior one by one, laving each one thoroughly and her hips jerked upwards violently.
The Doctor chuckled filthily at her reaction and he thrust more forcefully to meet her. Fire raced through her stomach and breasts and she grabbed him, pulling him down so that his chest was flush with hers, her breasts pressed into him, her nipples hard against the compact muscles of his torso. He eased his arms underneath her, wrapping her tightly into his body. His mouth settled onto her neck and she felt his teeth grazing her skin as he growled against her.
Nothing he’d done so far prepared her for the bite that came on the next sharp thrust. Rose let out a little scream at the sudden shooting pain, but it faded quickly as the Doctor’s tongue licked at the place he’d broken through her skin. It soothed it so fast that she wondered if there wasn’t something anesthetic about his saliva.
When he moved across her body and towards the other side of her neck, growling even deeper in his throat so that it rumbled through his chest, she expected the second bite but was no more prepared for it when it came with twice the force of the first. This time she retaliated by digging her nails deep into his back and dragging them downwards.
The Doctor’s mouth latched on to hers and his tongue pushed past her defenses as he gave a mighty stroke into her. Her body quaked at the impact and her cry was garbled, lost in his frantic circling of her tongue with his. The next thrust was even more powerful and Rose suddenly realized there was no longer a slow buildup. This was becoming a fast, furious, and vigorous new rhythm.
She found herself unable to keep her legs locked around him as he pistoned in and out of her and they fell to his sides. He took this moment to release her torso and reach down under her thighs to pull her legs up and hook them over his shoulders, changing the angle yet again and allowing him better access. He plunged harder and faster and Rose gave little impact moans with each deepening jolt.
Despite the fact that she knew it would just drive him further into this loss of control, she couldn’t keep her hands from him and reached out to touch his chest with heated fingers. “Roseroseroseroserose!” he cried out as her digits danced across his skin. The pumping became pounding and she moved her hands to his biceps and held on for dear life as he lost complete control.
Shocks began dancing through her womb and then he snaked one hand between them and with just a few short circles of his thumb against her clitoris she was screaming his name and coming so hard and falling apart with such blinding speed she wasn’t sure she’d ever find the pieces to put herself back together again.
“Rooooooooose!” yelled the Doctor and suddenly his penis expanded, filling her completely, the little bumps and ridges attaching to her nerve endings and shooting her back into orgasm, and even through the condom she could feel the force of his ejaculation as it hit her. The Doctor dropped her legs back down to the bed and without warning his body collapsed on top of her. She accepted his weight, reveling in it as the aftershocks of their lovemaking still stuttered through her body.
Again that erotic feeling of restraint rushed through her, but eventually he did withdraw from her body and roll away from her. Without a word he rose from the bed and made his way toward the adjoining bathroom. She tried to peak at him as he left, but could see nothing through the opaque blue condom. Rose contented herself by watching the flexing of his bum and strong thigh muscles as he walked across the room.
He disappeared from view and she could hear the water running, heard him splashing in it, and then a moment later he returned holding a strategically placed washcloth. He knelt at the side of the bed and reached up, hauling her towards him by the ankles until she was close enough for him to use the warm flannel to wash away the evidence of her juices.
She groaned against his movements, still remarkably aroused, and heard the washcloth dropped on the floor. His hands moved from her knees, sliding up the insides of her thighs and he gently parted the moist folds, his index fingers slipping between the inner and outer labia before coming to rest with the little nubbin of sensitive tissue directly between them. Rose felt her hips rise off the bed at his touch and he laughed delightedly at her reaction.
He spread her open and blew gently across her clitoris, watching with delight as it rose up hard and tall under the cool wind of his breath. Then he leaned forward and brought his mouth to her entrance and with careful, deliberate motions he wiggled his tongue inside her. Her legs jumped and he wrapped his arms around her thighs from beneath and continued his assault on her center and was rewarded with the sudden flow of her renewed arousal.
The Doctor rumbled in his throat as he sought out more of her nectar, his tongue snaking further into her and causing a succession of shudders to shake their way through her. He finally moved his tongue higher, focusing his attention on the all important bundle of nerves and inserting first one finger and then two inside of her. He set up an insistent, steady rhythm of up and down, left and right, circle, circle, repeat. His tongue matched his fingers and in a much shorter time than she thought should have been possible, Rose was clenching tightly around him, crying out his name and finding that tears were leaking from her eyes as the sensations overwhelmed her.
He crawled up onto the bed beside her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked with concern as he saw her tears.
“No, no,” she hastily reassured him with a watery smile. “Was wonderful.”
He smiled and moved slightly above her, bringing his lips to her face, kissing her eyelids and then licking the tears from her cheeks before moving down her body again, leaning on one elbow and taking one nipple into his mouth, his other hand taking the second nipple between index finger and thumb, pinching one gently while he nipped the other with his teeth, rolling one as he circled the second with his tongue.
When he tired of this game he moved his mouth to the underside of the nearer breast, sucking the tender flesh there, leaving little red marks the length of it before layering kisses around her breast starting at the areola and working outwards in languid concentric circles. When he’d covered every inch he straddled her and began to play with her other breast. Once finished he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked vigorously before releasing her with a satisfied pop.
He sat up and gave her a rather cheeky smile and she took the opportunity to reach down with her hand, reaching out to enclose him. “Rose, no,” he said.
“But…I want to give you pleasure,” she said.
“Oh, but you do, Rose. You do-ooo,” he said as she twisted her hand around him. “Stop,” he managed to pant.
She licked her lips, tried to glance down but he moved his own hand to block her view, covering the one still holding his rapidly hardening shaft. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want this?” she asked him.
“I…I do, but…”
“Please, let me take you in my mouth,” she said. “Let me do this for you.”
“I don’t…I don’t want you to see.”
“You can’t be that different. You didn’t feel too different, just bumpy. What are you so afraid of?” she asked kindly.
“I’m afraid of scaring you, Rose. Of you not wanting this again, with me, if you see what I look like.”
“I’m past my fear,” she told him.
“Rose.” He sighed, shook his head. “I’m not past mine.”
“Blindfold me,” she said simply.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I want to do this. If you don’t want me to look, then I won’t look. Blindfold me.”
He nodded shortly. “Okay,” he said.
“I’ve got a scarf in my room. Let me up and I’ll go get it,” she said.
The Doctor rolled to the side and threw the sheet over his lower half and Rose got up and hurried across the hall to her room, retrieving the scarf and returning to his side. She handed him the scrap of material and he began folding it methodically. He glanced at her sideways and said, “You don’t have to do this. I’m happy with what we’ve done.”
“Doctor, I want to. Let me.” Gently he moved behind her and placed the silk over her eyes, tying it behind her head to secure it in place. He threw back the sheet and Rose scrambled blindly over him. She leaned upwards and kissed his sternum and ever so slowly she began to circle her tongue against his skin following the line of chest hair down his stomach and abdomen, settling for a moment at his navel.
She dipped her tongue inside, felt him rise up erratically beneath her as she swirled around. Rose played there for a long moment before kissing her way down to the top of his pubic hair. Instead of curling it felt silky and longer beneath her hand. She ran her fingers through it and was rewarded with a sharp hiss. She smiled against him, gave a little controlled tug and he hissed again. “Minx,” he said roughly.
Rose laughed and moved her mouth to the inside of his hip bone where she began a gentle sucking pressure. She worked at him for a full minute and when she pulled away she was sure she had left a mark. She was slightly saddened that she couldn’t see it, wished he’d trust her enough not to be afraid of the alieness of his body’s differences.
Her hot breath ghosted across his pelvis and she settled into the curve of his other hip bone, licking little swirls up and down the hollow as he squirmed beneath her. “Rose,” he complained and with a giggle her hands sought his masculinity.
She settled between his thighs, stroking first at his knees than ghosting her hands upwards until her questing fingers found his balls. She explored them gently, finding the sack itself hairless and smooth. She held it in one hand and lowered herself to kiss and lave the surface, sucking lightly until he thrust erratically upwards.
With careful fingers she found his erection standing tall and proud and bumpy and licked from the tip down to the base, finding the little ridges that had so surprised her. An upwards sweep of her tongue and the sensation was gone, reappearing on the next downwards movement. He tasted slightly sweet, almost like honey and vanilla and as her tongue hit the little depression at the top a small drop of the same flavor met her taste buds in a much sharper explosion. Slowly she eased her lips over the head of his shaft and took him in as deeply as she could.
As she set up a gentle up and down sucking motion she found herself adapting quickly to the strange appearance and disappearance of the bumps with her movements. From time to time she’d pause with only the head still firmly between her lips and run her tongue along the underside in a circling swirl that had him bucking upwards with sighs and moans that bathed her sex in arousal.
Then she’d plunge him back in as far as he could go, relaxing her throat as she did so. She couldn’t take all of him, one of her hands wrapping the rest of his penis tightly and matching the work of her tongue and jaw in tandem. When she sucked in a mouthful of cooler air, and the contrast of it against the sudden loss of her warm, wet mouth tight around him caused a groan of intense pleasure to shoot through him, she felt rather proud of herself. She waited a minute, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard before doing it again.
“Roooose,” he mumbled barely coherent as the cold air hit him. His hands fisted in the bed sheets. She hummed around him in satisfaction and the vibrating sensation caused him to squirm. His hands came to her head and tangled in her long blond hair. His reactions made her decide to stop playing with him and she set to serious work, creating a vacuum seal and working him towards orgasm.
“Rose, Rose, Rose,” he panted. She knew she had him close to the edge and redoubled her efforts enthusiastically, rewarded with the leaking of his tip, the delicious flavor rolling across her tongue. She wanted desperately for him to come, and used every trick she knew, reaching down to tickle his balls with one hand and pushing him even further into her throat.
He arched and his body jerked back just a bit and then suddenly he was swelling and her tongue was covered with the sweetness of his come emerging from not just the tip but the little bumps and ridges, too, as he shot into her willing mouth. She held on tightly, waiting out the storm and when he collapsed flat against the bed again, she carefully licked him clean, then rose up and sat upon her knees between his thighs.
She didn’t move, simply sat there smiling, resting her hands on his thighs while he caught his breath. Eventually he scooted back a bit and sat up. He reached for the blindfold then and removed it and the dim light was a bit harsh against her eyes. As tempted as she was she didn’t look down, didn’t try to seek out what he’d asked her not to see. Instead she locked eyes with him and was amazed at the emotion she saw, the reflection of his hearts looking back at her.
“Rose,” he said fiercely. “Oh, Rose. I’ll never give you up.” He pulled her over quickly until she was on her back and he was rolled half covering her, one arm locked tightly around her waist, one thigh and leg catching around one of hers.
She gasped at the sudden move, at the words that came with them. Then she was laughing joyously and wrapping her free arm around him, her fingers stroking over the strong muscles of his back. “Not ever,” she agreed. His mouth found hers and he kissed her gently and thoroughly.
When he pulled away she snuggled her head contentedly into his shoulder. “Mine,” she murmured possessively, surprising him as one hand slid around to rest on his right heart. “You are mine, Doctor.”
He grinned against her hair. “I could get used to that.”
Her hand dipped lower to touch him again. “Good. Because I intend to get used to this.” This time he surprised her by rising underneath her fingers. She gave him a greedy look and he laughed, reached under the pillow and pulled out another condom. With a hastiness that surprised her given their recent activities, he ripped open the package and rolled its contents on, then pushed her all the way onto her back and entered her again in one sure thrust.
Rose smiled up at him. “Mine,” he told her. And he spent the rest of the night proving to her what she already knew.
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The contents seem be oozing out all over the place.
You MUST write a sequel to this! Please?
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Well...I so have to finish You're What? and Hunger Moon. This was just a pleasant diversion. But...give me a bit of a plot line and some things you want to see happen in it and I'll put it in the hopper (where the plot bunnies live) and see if anything comes out. It's the new Boundries 'verse, like I so need another series starting.
You know I had this line once in one of my stories where Rose was talking to the Doctor about the AU's she saw when full of vortex power and that there were 21 successful romantic pairings of the Doctor and Rose across the universes. Well, I think I'm on number seven right about now... 21 Pairs. *sighs*
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Awesome alien sex. Ha! He is unsure of her reaction to seeing 'him' but there is nothing to worry about. It's Rose and the Doctor.
Well written and captured splendidly.
*ponders the Divinyls song* Honestly, it takes me back to my more carefree days. I *loved* that tape. Yep, I said tape. Ha! ;)
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Glad you liked the alien sex. I almost always make Ten sex normal but intense, but Nine sex I like to make "different" and a little bit strange. *grins*
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Love your Doctor/Rose you write them so well. :3
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Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my Doctor and Rose.
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GAHHHHHHH
I need to go cool down.
You should def. do a sequel, maybe with Ten ::grin::
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I was trying to decide if that was overly pervy of me to be wondering the same thing, lol! ;) Inquiring minds want to know! ;)
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There are some interesting loose ends, I must admit.
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As expected it was wonderful. I do love your Nine/Rose smut.
This has been a lovely story, and Nine has been perfect in it; possessive/jealous but with a romantic emotional connection. What more could anyone ask for?
Oh, and he keeps condoms under his pillow? I guess he must have thought he'd need them one day. ;)
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Wow... that is all that I have to say.
Oh and based on a comment you replied to yesterday, will we be seeing other stories in this 'verse? Because heaven knows between you and Lostwolf I am just head over heels in love with nine/Rose and believe there should be more of it in this world.
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*iz ded*
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That fic was really HOT! very well written :D I love your Rose/Nine smut =P
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I can't think... It is hard enough to start my brain thinking to write something that makes any sens...
Amazing!!!!!! XD
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Okay, I have two choices now. Either go wake up the sick husband...or try to channel the guh-ness into that Nine/Rose fic on my hard drive for you. Wow, choices, choices.
I completely love that the Doctor's equipment is not standard. Because you know, he's alien, it'd have to be a LITTLE different.
Although I am confused about one thing. When the Doctor is going INTO Rose, she feels the bumps. When he is coming OUT of Rose, she doesn't.
But when she's licking him, it's the opposite. She feels the bumps while licking UP (the same direction as he'd go when coming out), but not licking DOWN (same direction as going in).
Seriously, I am nerdy enough to sit here and work it out using various body parts.
(MY ARM, THANK YOU.)
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I fixed the directional issue. You're right, I had it backwards. Can't believe I did that. Obviously I need to pay more attention to the Doctor's anatomy. Hee.
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This story, I just loved. It gave me quivers in all the right places. From the moment with Ten to the way that Nine demanded Rose make a choice, it was lovely from start to finish.
I particularly liked the ending. Rose smiled up at him. “Mine,” he told her. And he spent the rest of the night proving to her what she already knew. It just left you with some good, warm fuzzies.
Thanks so much for another brilliant story!
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Thank you on this story. I like to make people quivery. And warm and fuzzy. *smiles*
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I have lurked on Teaspoon forever reading your stories, and having read the first chapter of this there, I had to come over and read the rest....and I am sooooo glad I did. I'm normally a Ten/Rose shipper but you do write the best Nine/Rose smut! And alien!sex....now that's hot! I now have a wonderful mental pic that i'm sharing with no-one!!
Going off to wash off the drool in a nice cold shower now!
More please...
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*slides off couch...into melted goo on floor*
I can't even get my brain to function after reading that, let alone try to review this!
One word----scintillating!
Off to the shower...then to pounce on my husband!
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