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amberfocus) wrote2013-03-29 08:08 pm
amberfocus) wrote2013-03-29 08:08 pm
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Birthday Fic for Dev: Constant (NSFW)
Title: Constant
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult for Explicit Sex
Beta:thetesh
Summary: If he were a king, she could bring down his kingdom with a mere request.
Author's Notes: Written fordevelish1's birthday. I don't even think you know how much your support means to me. (((HUGS)))
Constant
Sometimes the Doctor aches so much it’s all he can do not to reach for Rose every second of the day and every moment of the night. She’s his. On that they agree. And he’s more fully hers than she would ever even begin to imagine. If he were a king, she could bring down his kingdom with a mere request. It frightens him, this power she holds over him. Not enough to run away. He’s done with running.
She stirs in the bed beside him, her long flaxen hair shifting to fall like spun silk against his arm. He can’t help himself. He kisses her and she’s kissing him back before she’s even all the way awake. She only opens her eyes when he raises himself over her body, nudges her thighs apart, and slides inside her. He loves that she sleeps naked in their honeymoon bed.
“I was having the best dream,” she murmurs, “but this is better.” She slides one foot down the back of his thigh and he thrusts involuntarily into her.
He smiles as she closes her eyes again, a dreamy look on her face. How he loves her. He wonders if she has any idea at all how much she does for him, how much her just being there, being constant, keeps him going. He can’t give her the words that she deserves. They tangle when he tries to say them. All he knows for sure is that she’s the light that makes his darkness flee.
He moves slowly, gently, without urgency. This isn’t about claiming or taking. It’s about yielding his power to her. It’s about showing her the truth. She is what he lives for because everything else was taken away.
She sighs at his measured movements and one hand drifts up to play with the coarse mat of his chest hair. He loves it when she runs her fingers through it as she’s doing now. He slows his movements further, tilting his head to one side like a cat about to start purring.
He fills her again and again with each measured glide inward, and feels almost bereft every time he nearly pulls out. He likes using his full length so slowly. It can drive her crazy long before he can tire of it. She shifts her pelvis, raising it a bit more and he can feel the change as he slips across her clit.
Her respiration begins to quicken, but he refuses to match it. He knows that when she comes from this it will be hard and long and furious. She is so wet now there is almost no friction as he moves within her. He bears down harder but not faster to make up for it. Her eyes are open now and she’s biting her bottom lip. She is trying to hold out. She always tries. She always fails.
Her breath hitches in little gasps. She’s fully awake now, digging one hand into the mattress and the other has abandoned his chest. She scrapes her fingernails lightly down his side and he can’t help but thrust hard in response to the sensation. She looks proud of herself and he allows her that smugness, because he knows she is mere heartbeats from coming undone beneath him.
She whimpers. “Together,” she says. “Come with me.”
He gives up even trying to maintain control at her words. Her wish is ever his command. He lets go as she falls into the mind-bending bliss that is her orgasm, joins her in falling off that cliff of pleasure. She cries out as wave after wave of contractions rock her, clamping hard around his shaft. Self-control is overrated. He comes and his thoughts go black, his vision white, until he empties himself inside her.
He collapses soon after and rolls off her, pulling her into his arms. She snuggles close. “You were fantastic,” she whispers, her mouth hot against his side until her lips find his nipple. Her tongue teases and sucks at the little bud and his penis twitches as she moves her hand down to cup it. “But it’s my turn now.”
She brings his nipple to a hard nub as she encircles him with her hand. Her fingers are firm, but gentle as she grips him and his length springs to life as she slides her hand up and down, her thumb playing with the velvet head on each upstroke. Once he is relatively hard she kisses her way down his chest, her tongue leaving a trail that makes him throb until her mouth encases him.
She is wet and warm and so good at this. He remembers the first time she did it, her hesitation and uncertainty clear. She hadn’t known if he would like it, this human thing that was alien to his own culture. She’d been on her hands and knees in the control room searching for a part he’d dropped and when she’d handed it up to him, the look in her eyes as she became eye level with his hips, the look on her face as she put her hands on his belt, and had asked him if it was a thing they did where he came from.
He’d liked it so much he’d told her she could do it daily and Rose had never hesitated again. Her tongue twists around him as she moves him in and out of her warmth, and he comes back to the moment. He loves the sounds she makes as she sucks him. There is nothing like it in the world and no mouth that could pleasure him the way that hers does.
She takes him in as far as she can and everything tightens for a moment before she lets up on the pressure and suddenly takes in the cool room air. The change in the temperature makes him buck and she chuckles merrily around him. No matter how many times she’s done that particular trick, he enjoys it every time.
She moves faster now, her tongue running up and down the underside, her teeth lightly scraping the top. He can hold out during sex, but when she works her magic with her mouth, even if it’s after he’s just come, he feels like a young man just learning how to keep control.
She pops off him and takes her tongue down to his base, paying attention to the part that doesn’t quite fit in her mouth. Her nose bumps against the length and her breath makes him even harder if that’s possible. He already feels like solid steel.
She kisses her way back up to his tip and delves her tongue down against the tiny opening while her hand cups his balls and she scrapes her fingernail across one. He can’t help jolting upwards and she slides him back into her throat as he does. He’s almost done for as she takes him deep, relaxing the muscles at the back of her throat and almost reaching his base, so close her nose tickles his hairs.
Rose pushes forward just that half inch and he groans as she succeeds in her goal. He feels his body stiffen and says, “Rose,” in warning. She pulls back just in time. Just keeping the tip in her mouth. She likes to savor the taste of his come and always makes sure it lands on her tongue and not the back of her throat.
She drinks it down and finally releases him. He’s still semi-hard and she straddles his body, using herself as a sheath for his sword. She rocks against him slowly, grinding her clit into him. He hopes that he can stay hard just long enough for her to orgasm. Considering he’s just come twice and that was the third and fourth rounds of lovemaking in the past six hours, he’s lucky there’s anything for her to ride on.
Though as he watches her, her golden hair hanging down, her breasts swaying with each movement, he has no problem. She cries out as the pleasure overtakes her and he sighs at the pureness of her reaction as she falls apart.
She collapses on him, falling asleep a moment later still joined to him until he softens. He doesn’t move her, relishing her weight. Instead he thinks about the morning, a mere four hours away and how he plans to wake her with his tongue between her thighs.
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult for Explicit Sex
Beta:
theteshSummary: If he were a king, she could bring down his kingdom with a mere request.
Author's Notes: Written for
develish1's birthday. I don't even think you know how much your support means to me. (((HUGS)))Sometimes the Doctor aches so much it’s all he can do not to reach for Rose every second of the day and every moment of the night. She’s his. On that they agree. And he’s more fully hers than she would ever even begin to imagine. If he were a king, she could bring down his kingdom with a mere request. It frightens him, this power she holds over him. Not enough to run away. He’s done with running.
She stirs in the bed beside him, her long flaxen hair shifting to fall like spun silk against his arm. He can’t help himself. He kisses her and she’s kissing him back before she’s even all the way awake. She only opens her eyes when he raises himself over her body, nudges her thighs apart, and slides inside her. He loves that she sleeps naked in their honeymoon bed.
“I was having the best dream,” she murmurs, “but this is better.” She slides one foot down the back of his thigh and he thrusts involuntarily into her.
He smiles as she closes her eyes again, a dreamy look on her face. How he loves her. He wonders if she has any idea at all how much she does for him, how much her just being there, being constant, keeps him going. He can’t give her the words that she deserves. They tangle when he tries to say them. All he knows for sure is that she’s the light that makes his darkness flee.
He moves slowly, gently, without urgency. This isn’t about claiming or taking. It’s about yielding his power to her. It’s about showing her the truth. She is what he lives for because everything else was taken away.
She sighs at his measured movements and one hand drifts up to play with the coarse mat of his chest hair. He loves it when she runs her fingers through it as she’s doing now. He slows his movements further, tilting his head to one side like a cat about to start purring.
He fills her again and again with each measured glide inward, and feels almost bereft every time he nearly pulls out. He likes using his full length so slowly. It can drive her crazy long before he can tire of it. She shifts her pelvis, raising it a bit more and he can feel the change as he slips across her clit.
Her respiration begins to quicken, but he refuses to match it. He knows that when she comes from this it will be hard and long and furious. She is so wet now there is almost no friction as he moves within her. He bears down harder but not faster to make up for it. Her eyes are open now and she’s biting her bottom lip. She is trying to hold out. She always tries. She always fails.
Her breath hitches in little gasps. She’s fully awake now, digging one hand into the mattress and the other has abandoned his chest. She scrapes her fingernails lightly down his side and he can’t help but thrust hard in response to the sensation. She looks proud of herself and he allows her that smugness, because he knows she is mere heartbeats from coming undone beneath him.
She whimpers. “Together,” she says. “Come with me.”
He gives up even trying to maintain control at her words. Her wish is ever his command. He lets go as she falls into the mind-bending bliss that is her orgasm, joins her in falling off that cliff of pleasure. She cries out as wave after wave of contractions rock her, clamping hard around his shaft. Self-control is overrated. He comes and his thoughts go black, his vision white, until he empties himself inside her.
He collapses soon after and rolls off her, pulling her into his arms. She snuggles close. “You were fantastic,” she whispers, her mouth hot against his side until her lips find his nipple. Her tongue teases and sucks at the little bud and his penis twitches as she moves her hand down to cup it. “But it’s my turn now.”
She brings his nipple to a hard nub as she encircles him with her hand. Her fingers are firm, but gentle as she grips him and his length springs to life as she slides her hand up and down, her thumb playing with the velvet head on each upstroke. Once he is relatively hard she kisses her way down his chest, her tongue leaving a trail that makes him throb until her mouth encases him.
She is wet and warm and so good at this. He remembers the first time she did it, her hesitation and uncertainty clear. She hadn’t known if he would like it, this human thing that was alien to his own culture. She’d been on her hands and knees in the control room searching for a part he’d dropped and when she’d handed it up to him, the look in her eyes as she became eye level with his hips, the look on her face as she put her hands on his belt, and had asked him if it was a thing they did where he came from.
He’d liked it so much he’d told her she could do it daily and Rose had never hesitated again. Her tongue twists around him as she moves him in and out of her warmth, and he comes back to the moment. He loves the sounds she makes as she sucks him. There is nothing like it in the world and no mouth that could pleasure him the way that hers does.
She takes him in as far as she can and everything tightens for a moment before she lets up on the pressure and suddenly takes in the cool room air. The change in the temperature makes him buck and she chuckles merrily around him. No matter how many times she’s done that particular trick, he enjoys it every time.
She moves faster now, her tongue running up and down the underside, her teeth lightly scraping the top. He can hold out during sex, but when she works her magic with her mouth, even if it’s after he’s just come, he feels like a young man just learning how to keep control.
She pops off him and takes her tongue down to his base, paying attention to the part that doesn’t quite fit in her mouth. Her nose bumps against the length and her breath makes him even harder if that’s possible. He already feels like solid steel.
She kisses her way back up to his tip and delves her tongue down against the tiny opening while her hand cups his balls and she scrapes her fingernail across one. He can’t help jolting upwards and she slides him back into her throat as he does. He’s almost done for as she takes him deep, relaxing the muscles at the back of her throat and almost reaching his base, so close her nose tickles his hairs.
Rose pushes forward just that half inch and he groans as she succeeds in her goal. He feels his body stiffen and says, “Rose,” in warning. She pulls back just in time. Just keeping the tip in her mouth. She likes to savor the taste of his come and always makes sure it lands on her tongue and not the back of her throat.
She drinks it down and finally releases him. He’s still semi-hard and she straddles his body, using herself as a sheath for his sword. She rocks against him slowly, grinding her clit into him. He hopes that he can stay hard just long enough for her to orgasm. Considering he’s just come twice and that was the third and fourth rounds of lovemaking in the past six hours, he’s lucky there’s anything for her to ride on.
Though as he watches her, her golden hair hanging down, her breasts swaying with each movement, he has no problem. She cries out as the pleasure overtakes her and he sighs at the pureness of her reaction as she falls apart.
She collapses on him, falling asleep a moment later still joined to him until he softens. He doesn’t move her, relishing her weight. Instead he thinks about the morning, a mere four hours away and how he plans to wake her with his tongue between her thighs.