Take Me Soaring
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amberfocusA/N: I'm too congested to finish chapter 3 of Hunger Moon tonight, so here's the next in the Take Me series of Ten/Rose fluff/smut.
Take Me Soaring
“What’s this called again?” Rose asked dubiously, looking at the thin fabric the Doctor was unrolling.
“It’s a Hiviteron windsoarer.”
“And it’s supposed to support our weight how?” Rose asked. “Cause that’s awfully thin, isn’t it?”
“That’s why it’s so big, Rose. It’s 1000 meters in diameter. Once the wind catches it, it’ll lift us up into the sky and we can soar the thermals for hours,” he explained. He hooked another docking clamp into the ground and unrolled another section of the windsoarer. “Come on, help me and it’ll get done faster.”
Rose moved to do as he asked, though she still doubted that anything made of nylon or spandex or whatever the thin fabric was made of would ever support the body weight of one full grown adult, let alone two.
When it was finally clamped down and no longer flapping freely in the wind, the Doctor pulled her over to the harness apparatus. The tendrils were fine and barely visible, translucent almost, and they arched towards Rose as she neared them. The wind whipped her hair in her face and she reached up and pulled off her hair scrunchy, quickly changing her pony tail into a braid and fastening it off. That was much better. At least now she wouldn’t be eating hair all day.
“That’s what’s supposed to hold us in?” she asked.
“Its tensile strength is incredibly strong, Rose. It’ll hold just fine.”
“Have you ever done this before?” she demanded.
“Well, erm…not as such, no,” he said. He gave her a disarming grin. “But it’s safe as houses. Says so right on the brochure.”
“Safe as houses? That’s what they all say, ‘til the earthquake hits or the tornado comes. Then the houses aren’t so safe, are they Doctor?” Rose asked. She didn’t like the petulant tone that was coming into her voice, but she was feeling a trifle scared at the moment.
“Rose, it’ll be okay. They’ve got an excellent safety rating. It’s been over 100 years since their last fatal accident and they changed the harnessing system after that,” he explained. He pulled her into his arms and she mumbled something into his chest, her lips tickling his chest hair. “What?” He asked.
“I said and how long has it been since the last non-fatal accident?”
“I’m starting to think you didn’t even read the brochure, Rose.” The Doctor’s tone was slightly accusatory.
She sighed and pulled away from him. “Fine. You caught me. How many years?”
“Seventy-two, and that was only because they disengaged the safety harness before making landfall. The system’s been fail-safed since then and won’t let go unless at least two appendages are touching the ground at the same time. As I said, safe as…” He broke off. “Safe as you are in my arms,” he finished, giving her that smile.
“’kay,” she said disarmed by his look and the tone his voice had fallen into. She let him bring the harness over and felt its tendrils slide over her skin forming a well-fitting embrace that still left her with a full ability to move. She was feeling safer already.
“So,” she asked him, “Is there a reason for my wearing a bikini?”
“Well, the thermals are very hot, but also there’s an eighty-two percent chance that when we land it’ll be over water, so that’s the reason for the swimwear.” He gestured to his own trunks. “But the bikini part was my idea,” he grinned.
“Dirty old man,” she muttered at him and that only made his grin grow wider.
“Well, you could have worn just the trunks like me,” he said wickedly.
“Not helping with the dirty old man image,” she said darkly.
“Beautiful young woman,” he said reaching out and hugging her again, taking a moment to caress her back until she softened delightfully against him. When he let her go he looped a remote control on a leather cord about his neck and it rested against his bare chest.
“Rose, we don’t have to do this if you’re too frightened,” he told her.
“I’m fine, Doctor. I trust you. You always keep me safe.”
“You’re sure you’re up for this?”
“I’m up for anything!” She forced enthusiasm into her voice.
“Are you ready, then?” he asked cheerfully, excitement in his voice.
Rose nodded, her eyes wide as the Doctor pressed the little button on the remote control and the docking clamps released and the material fluttered open. The wind grabbed the windsoarer and hefted them up into the air. She had expected a violent yank so was happily surprised that though the movement was fast, it was gentle.
The Doctor manipulated the controller and they began to rise, caught in an updraft. It was thrilling, exactly how she dreamed flying would be. Not just the hang glider type flying, but like the dreams you have as a kid and sometimes as a grown up of simply being able to soar through the air the same way you’d swim through water, wiggling like a dolphin, arms flung out to the side or straight ahead in dive position.
They rose to the maximum safe level and then the Doctor let go of the remote and they began to ride the thermals. Bobbing and weaving they rose and fell, zigged and zagged, danced the dance of the sky, as deft as eagles or hawks as they zipped about.
Adrenalin and excited laughter bubbled through Rose and she smiled ecstatically at the Doctor. This was the ultimate thrill and she would never forget it. She was so glad he’d convinced her to do this and that she’d overcome her hesitation, not just for herself but she would have hated to deny the Doctor this opportunity.
She shifted to the left and the harness moved her in that direction and she smiled at the Doctor who gave her a mad grin in return. She couldn’t believe how utterly amazing this was. Her eyes searched the skies around them but as far as she could see they were the only two people around. The Doctor had said this was the off season, so it made her wonder just how off the off season was.
When she looked back at the Doctor he had moved closer to her and managed to catch her hand and pull her to him. “Having fun, Rose?” he asked loudly over the wind, wrapping his arms around her.
“It’s amazing,” she said tilting her face up and kissing his too tempting lips. He grinned against her mouth then happily let her have her way with his before taking charge and kissing her senseless, her entire body tingling with want by the time he was done.
When she broke the kiss he let go and swung away from her. He raised his eyebrows and said, “So, are you still up for anything?” he hollered.
“What do you mean?” she asked him.
“I thought maybe we could…” He raised his eyebrows again, this time suggestively.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Rose shouted.
“Really wasn’t,” he yelled back.
“You have something against using a bed?” He swung back around and caught her in his arms again and put his mouth to her ear.
“Beds are for sleeping. Sleeping is boring. Therefore beds are boring. Sex while soaring? Nothing boring about that.”
Pressed up against him the way she was she could feel that he was definitely not bored with the situation. Despite the fact that she thought he was being a complete nutter, she smiled. “And just how would we manage it?” she wanted to know.
“Well,” he shifted her upwards in his arms and she locked her legs around his waist. “A bit like this, I imagine,” he said. “Just move things around a bit and we could cope.”
“You’re completely mad! You know this?” she asked him.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, his fingers inveigling their way into the bottom of her bikini. “Why, Rose Tyler, I think that’s most definitely a yes,” he said as his fingers came away wet.
He ran his hands over her body and waited impatiently for her to say something. She’d forgotten what and then finally remembered to say, “Oh. Yes!”
He grinned and brought his mouth to hers again, tongue sliding in to war with her own as she decided not to surrender to his dominance this time around. She sucked at his tongue for a long moment before slowly moving her tongue along the length of his in a hardened point that left the strangest feeling shooting through them both. Her tongue softened, flattened, explored his mouth before she pulled back and sucked gently at his lips.
Finally she broke the kiss and his lips immediately went to her neck and settled on his favorite spot, the delicious pulse point there. His hands meanwhile had pushed her bikini top up and out of the way and his thumbs and forefingers were gently encircling her nipples. She bucked against him and hollered, “Forget the foreplay, Doctor. Just take me!”
She let go of him and one hand snaked down to his trunks and she had freed him just enough to do the job right. She felt him pushing aside the bikini bottoms and she quivered as he lined up against her before slowly slipping into her. She wrapped her legs back around him and ever so slowly he began to raise her and lower her upon his length.
It was the most exhilarating feeling she’d ever had, flying through the air, the warmth of the thermals blanketing her skin, the soft tendrils holding her safely and firmly and the Doctor comfortably ensconced in his favorite position. She grinned. How she loved this man!
She was almost sorry when the orgasm shook through her body. She’d wanted the intensity to last a little longer before it happened. But the Doctor continued to very slowly raise her body but then when he lowered her, he pulled her down sharply to the point of pounding into her. The juxtaposition of the slow slide up and the fast thrust down was sending all kinds of mixed signals to her nerve-endings, firing everything in all different directions and making her scream out and bite her lip. It was the most amazing thing he’d done yet and it was driving her mad.
When she came again it was violently, the shudders and spasms overwhelming her entire body until she was completely senseless. As the last of it left her body limp she felt the Doctor stiffen against her and shout out her name to the heavens, shooting into her with such force that she thought he might just propel her skyward.
They hung together limp and exhausted, their bodies swinging gently together through the air as the windsoarer rose and fell, rose and fell, an imitation of the rhythm they’d just completed. For another hour they soared through the winds until slowly, slowly, the Doctor used the remote to bring them back down to the ground. And ground it was, managing to be in the eighteen percent that didn't land in water.
Rose carefully straightened her bikini and then they began the work of rolling the windsoarer back up and returning it to the little rental hut they’d gotten it from. Hand in hand they walked back to the TARDIS.
“Glad you went?” he asked.
“Very glad! That was incredible. I feel like I’m still flying!” she told him happily.
He turned to her and swooped her up in his arms. “Well, then it’s time to bring you back down to solid ground.” At the door to the TARDIS Rose fumbled her key into the lock and then they nudged the doors open, the Doctor closing them with his foot.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“To bed,” he told her.
“I thought beds were boring?” she reminded him with a giggle.
“I’ve changed my mind. They’re only boring when you’re not in them with me.” He rushed to the nearest bedroom and tossed her down on the bed and for the second time that day, he made her soar.
Take Me Soaring
“What’s this called again?” Rose asked dubiously, looking at the thin fabric the Doctor was unrolling.
“It’s a Hiviteron windsoarer.”
“And it’s supposed to support our weight how?” Rose asked. “Cause that’s awfully thin, isn’t it?”
“That’s why it’s so big, Rose. It’s 1000 meters in diameter. Once the wind catches it, it’ll lift us up into the sky and we can soar the thermals for hours,” he explained. He hooked another docking clamp into the ground and unrolled another section of the windsoarer. “Come on, help me and it’ll get done faster.”
Rose moved to do as he asked, though she still doubted that anything made of nylon or spandex or whatever the thin fabric was made of would ever support the body weight of one full grown adult, let alone two.
When it was finally clamped down and no longer flapping freely in the wind, the Doctor pulled her over to the harness apparatus. The tendrils were fine and barely visible, translucent almost, and they arched towards Rose as she neared them. The wind whipped her hair in her face and she reached up and pulled off her hair scrunchy, quickly changing her pony tail into a braid and fastening it off. That was much better. At least now she wouldn’t be eating hair all day.
“That’s what’s supposed to hold us in?” she asked.
“Its tensile strength is incredibly strong, Rose. It’ll hold just fine.”
“Have you ever done this before?” she demanded.
“Well, erm…not as such, no,” he said. He gave her a disarming grin. “But it’s safe as houses. Says so right on the brochure.”
“Safe as houses? That’s what they all say, ‘til the earthquake hits or the tornado comes. Then the houses aren’t so safe, are they Doctor?” Rose asked. She didn’t like the petulant tone that was coming into her voice, but she was feeling a trifle scared at the moment.
“Rose, it’ll be okay. They’ve got an excellent safety rating. It’s been over 100 years since their last fatal accident and they changed the harnessing system after that,” he explained. He pulled her into his arms and she mumbled something into his chest, her lips tickling his chest hair. “What?” He asked.
“I said and how long has it been since the last non-fatal accident?”
“I’m starting to think you didn’t even read the brochure, Rose.” The Doctor’s tone was slightly accusatory.
She sighed and pulled away from him. “Fine. You caught me. How many years?”
“Seventy-two, and that was only because they disengaged the safety harness before making landfall. The system’s been fail-safed since then and won’t let go unless at least two appendages are touching the ground at the same time. As I said, safe as…” He broke off. “Safe as you are in my arms,” he finished, giving her that smile.
“’kay,” she said disarmed by his look and the tone his voice had fallen into. She let him bring the harness over and felt its tendrils slide over her skin forming a well-fitting embrace that still left her with a full ability to move. She was feeling safer already.
“So,” she asked him, “Is there a reason for my wearing a bikini?”
“Well, the thermals are very hot, but also there’s an eighty-two percent chance that when we land it’ll be over water, so that’s the reason for the swimwear.” He gestured to his own trunks. “But the bikini part was my idea,” he grinned.
“Dirty old man,” she muttered at him and that only made his grin grow wider.
“Well, you could have worn just the trunks like me,” he said wickedly.
“Not helping with the dirty old man image,” she said darkly.
“Beautiful young woman,” he said reaching out and hugging her again, taking a moment to caress her back until she softened delightfully against him. When he let her go he looped a remote control on a leather cord about his neck and it rested against his bare chest.
“Rose, we don’t have to do this if you’re too frightened,” he told her.
“I’m fine, Doctor. I trust you. You always keep me safe.”
“You’re sure you’re up for this?”
“I’m up for anything!” She forced enthusiasm into her voice.
“Are you ready, then?” he asked cheerfully, excitement in his voice.
Rose nodded, her eyes wide as the Doctor pressed the little button on the remote control and the docking clamps released and the material fluttered open. The wind grabbed the windsoarer and hefted them up into the air. She had expected a violent yank so was happily surprised that though the movement was fast, it was gentle.
The Doctor manipulated the controller and they began to rise, caught in an updraft. It was thrilling, exactly how she dreamed flying would be. Not just the hang glider type flying, but like the dreams you have as a kid and sometimes as a grown up of simply being able to soar through the air the same way you’d swim through water, wiggling like a dolphin, arms flung out to the side or straight ahead in dive position.
They rose to the maximum safe level and then the Doctor let go of the remote and they began to ride the thermals. Bobbing and weaving they rose and fell, zigged and zagged, danced the dance of the sky, as deft as eagles or hawks as they zipped about.
Adrenalin and excited laughter bubbled through Rose and she smiled ecstatically at the Doctor. This was the ultimate thrill and she would never forget it. She was so glad he’d convinced her to do this and that she’d overcome her hesitation, not just for herself but she would have hated to deny the Doctor this opportunity.
She shifted to the left and the harness moved her in that direction and she smiled at the Doctor who gave her a mad grin in return. She couldn’t believe how utterly amazing this was. Her eyes searched the skies around them but as far as she could see they were the only two people around. The Doctor had said this was the off season, so it made her wonder just how off the off season was.
When she looked back at the Doctor he had moved closer to her and managed to catch her hand and pull her to him. “Having fun, Rose?” he asked loudly over the wind, wrapping his arms around her.
“It’s amazing,” she said tilting her face up and kissing his too tempting lips. He grinned against her mouth then happily let her have her way with his before taking charge and kissing her senseless, her entire body tingling with want by the time he was done.
When she broke the kiss he let go and swung away from her. He raised his eyebrows and said, “So, are you still up for anything?” he hollered.
“What do you mean?” she asked him.
“I thought maybe we could…” He raised his eyebrows again, this time suggestively.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Rose shouted.
“Really wasn’t,” he yelled back.
“You have something against using a bed?” He swung back around and caught her in his arms again and put his mouth to her ear.
“Beds are for sleeping. Sleeping is boring. Therefore beds are boring. Sex while soaring? Nothing boring about that.”
Pressed up against him the way she was she could feel that he was definitely not bored with the situation. Despite the fact that she thought he was being a complete nutter, she smiled. “And just how would we manage it?” she wanted to know.
“Well,” he shifted her upwards in his arms and she locked her legs around his waist. “A bit like this, I imagine,” he said. “Just move things around a bit and we could cope.”
“You’re completely mad! You know this?” she asked him.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, his fingers inveigling their way into the bottom of her bikini. “Why, Rose Tyler, I think that’s most definitely a yes,” he said as his fingers came away wet.
He ran his hands over her body and waited impatiently for her to say something. She’d forgotten what and then finally remembered to say, “Oh. Yes!”
He grinned and brought his mouth to hers again, tongue sliding in to war with her own as she decided not to surrender to his dominance this time around. She sucked at his tongue for a long moment before slowly moving her tongue along the length of his in a hardened point that left the strangest feeling shooting through them both. Her tongue softened, flattened, explored his mouth before she pulled back and sucked gently at his lips.
Finally she broke the kiss and his lips immediately went to her neck and settled on his favorite spot, the delicious pulse point there. His hands meanwhile had pushed her bikini top up and out of the way and his thumbs and forefingers were gently encircling her nipples. She bucked against him and hollered, “Forget the foreplay, Doctor. Just take me!”
She let go of him and one hand snaked down to his trunks and she had freed him just enough to do the job right. She felt him pushing aside the bikini bottoms and she quivered as he lined up against her before slowly slipping into her. She wrapped her legs back around him and ever so slowly he began to raise her and lower her upon his length.
It was the most exhilarating feeling she’d ever had, flying through the air, the warmth of the thermals blanketing her skin, the soft tendrils holding her safely and firmly and the Doctor comfortably ensconced in his favorite position. She grinned. How she loved this man!
She was almost sorry when the orgasm shook through her body. She’d wanted the intensity to last a little longer before it happened. But the Doctor continued to very slowly raise her body but then when he lowered her, he pulled her down sharply to the point of pounding into her. The juxtaposition of the slow slide up and the fast thrust down was sending all kinds of mixed signals to her nerve-endings, firing everything in all different directions and making her scream out and bite her lip. It was the most amazing thing he’d done yet and it was driving her mad.
When she came again it was violently, the shudders and spasms overwhelming her entire body until she was completely senseless. As the last of it left her body limp she felt the Doctor stiffen against her and shout out her name to the heavens, shooting into her with such force that she thought he might just propel her skyward.
They hung together limp and exhausted, their bodies swinging gently together through the air as the windsoarer rose and fell, rose and fell, an imitation of the rhythm they’d just completed. For another hour they soared through the winds until slowly, slowly, the Doctor used the remote to bring them back down to the ground. And ground it was, managing to be in the eighteen percent that didn't land in water.
Rose carefully straightened her bikini and then they began the work of rolling the windsoarer back up and returning it to the little rental hut they’d gotten it from. Hand in hand they walked back to the TARDIS.
“Glad you went?” he asked.
“Very glad! That was incredible. I feel like I’m still flying!” she told him happily.
He turned to her and swooped her up in his arms. “Well, then it’s time to bring you back down to solid ground.” At the door to the TARDIS Rose fumbled her key into the lock and then they nudged the doors open, the Doctor closing them with his foot.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“To bed,” he told her.
“I thought beds were boring?” she reminded him with a giggle.
“I’ve changed my mind. They’re only boring when you’re not in them with me.” He rushed to the nearest bedroom and tossed her down on the bed and for the second time that day, he made her soar.
