Hunger Moon: Chapter Eighteen

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A/N:  This chapter is not work friendly people.  It's an NC-17 rating.  Thanks to JeopardyFriendly as usual for the fast and efficient beta and special thanks to amyo67 for holding my hand when I freaked out about posting this and reassuring me that I was panicking over nothing. 

                                                                              Restraint

 

“About time,” Rose groused when the Doctor finally appeared in the library doorway with a bottle of water and the glass tank he’d put Davin’s Lurvins into.  The Doctor didn’t reply, went straight to her and reached for her temples, quickly removing the blocks he’d put in her brain.  His presence sprang back into her mind and they both sighed in tremendous relief, the Doctor’s whole body shaking for a moment, at the resumed contact.  A tension she didn’t realize she’d had left her body and her thought process began to sort itself out into a more rational one.  She hadn’t realized how badly not having an active link to him had made her feel.

"That’s better.  Didn’t realize what a strain that would be on me, not having you up here.”  He tapped the side of his head.  “I was alone for so long, and then there was you, and then suddenly there wasn’t.  I didn’t like it. Think the loss of contact was making me a little crazy.  I may or may not have made rather an idiot of myself to Jake.  All I could think about was you, not being with you, you being with Davin.  Without you there in my mind…I know you love me, honestly I do, but it was like you just disappeared from my life and I’m afraid I might have prattled on.”

 “Bit like now?” Rose asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

 The Doctor looked somewhat abashed.  “Yeah.”

 “I missed you, too,” she said and he smiled almost shyly at her admittance.  “Gonna take these things off me?” she asked him holding up her bound wrists.

 

“Takes a while to get these creatures off.  It takes a lot of gentle psychic persuasion or one massive psychic jolt,” he said.

 

“I don’t want to hurt them,” Rose said.  “They are sentient, aren’t they?”

 

“Minimally so.  They’re certainly aware of pain,” the Doctor replied, “But we can get them removed without hurting them.”  He unscrewed the cap on the water bottle.  “Here, drink this,” he said cradling Rose’s head and raising her enough to sip.  He held it up to Rose’s lips.  She drank about a quarter of the bottle and then he took it away from her and set it down on the table.  She settled back down, her head on the armrest of the couch.

 

Rose looked at him curiously.  “Are you okay?” he asked her.  “No injuries?”

 

“I’m fine.  The only thing I hurt was my dignity.”

 

“You said you were hurting when we first found you.”

 

“Being that close to Davin was making me sick,” she said.

 

The Doctor frowned.  “Shouldn’t have done, unless he made a move on you.  Did he make a move on you?” he asked gently.

 

“Not as such,” said Rose.  “But he is a bloke and we were pressed together and…”  She trailed off at the pained look that washed over his face when he realized what she meant.  “I can’t help it if he was turned on by being tied up to me.  I wasn’t.  The whole time I was there I was wishing I was tied up to you.”  She raised her eyes to meet his.  “Or by you,” she admitted shyly.

 

“Really?” he asked huskily, the hurt leaving his face, his interest and other things perking up abruptly.

 

“It—it was just—just a fantasy,” she said a bit shakily at the sexuality he was suddenly radiating in her direction.

 

“Door,” he said to the ceiling and the door to the library abruptly vanished.

 

“Doctor?” Rose asked as the scent of pineapples wafted through the room.  Her eyes widened.  “Doctor, you’re not going to…”   Her words trailed off as he took off his leather jacket.  She noticed a big streak of dirt across the front of his t-shirt, noticed how hot and sweaty he looked from crawling through the vents and her stomach twisted over and heat began to pool in her groin as she thought how very much she wanted to take a wash cloth to his skin and wash the dirt away with tiny little strokes, strip off the shirt and toss it away.  He looked so masculine in that moment and she wanted to feel his sweat across her body as skin slid against skin, smell his scent, be with him, have him inside her.  She licked her lips.

 

But then he began shucking off his own clothes and she was abruptly returned to reality.  “You are going to take these off me first…aren’t you?”  She eyed him nervously.  Fantasy was one thing.  This was entirely another and she’d never even experimented with this sort of thing before.  Hadn’t even considered it really.  She bit her lip.  Why had she let that even slip out?

 

“No,” he said simply as he finished removing his clothes and stood naked behind her.  “That okay?”

 

Rose gulped as she looked up at him, but the sudden flash of wetness to her knickers, and the Doctor’s obvious flaring of the nostrils as he caught the scent of her sudden arousal told them both it was.  She nodded anyway as an overwhelming surge of trust in him hit her.  If he wanted to do this, she’d trust he’d keep her safe and stop if she asked him to.  He leaned over the back of the couch and helped her into a seated position and then said, “Raise your arms.”  There was a touch of command in his voice and she shivered, but she didn’t even consider not doing what he’d told her.

 

Rose raised her arms above her head and he reached down her sides brushing against her breasts on the way to her waist and skimming her top up and off her body until it got stuck at her wrists.  He left it there then pushed her forward until he could reach the clasps of her bra.  His fingers teased against the skin of her back before unfastening it and reaching around in front to cradle her breasts in his hands, his thumbnails scratching lightly through the fabric and bringing her nipples to abrupt and simultaneous peaks.  Goosebumps chased down her spine.  He slipped the silky garment up her arms to where her shirt rested and then paused to ponder his next move.

 

He moved around the couch and pulled her to her feet then reached for her trousers, casually flicking open the snap and then pulling down her zipper with infinite slowness.  “Too bad you didn’t wear a skirt today,” he grumbled.  Rose trembled as his fingers dipped into the front of her knickers and searched out her clitoris.  As his finger brushed against it she lurched forwards and he laughed low in his throat.

 

He removed his hand and Rose made a little whimper of protest.  His hands went to her hips and he slid her jeans down an inch at a time, kneeling before her and kissing each inch of thigh as he exposed it, his tongue trailing wetly down her firm skin.  When he had the denim down to her ankles he sat back up and gripped the top hem of her knickers with his teeth, lightly scraping against her stomach as he got hold of them, and very slowly dragged them down her body.  She shuddered.

 

The Doctor reached forward and slipped a finger between her thighs, sliding easily between her labia and gently into her opening.  “You’re wet,” he said slipping another finger inside her.  The way he said it sounded so incredibly filthy to her ears and she was so turned on from it that she contracted once against his fingers.

 

He rose to his feet, leaving his fingers inside her and moving them gently in and out of her and with the other hand he cradled her jaw and brought his lips to hers.  “Open,” he said against her mouth and she did so immediately wondering where this sudden submissive streak had come from.  His cool tongue snaked in, brushing sinuously against hers and across the roof of her mouth.  She brought her own tongue into play, dancing against his, but her gentle movements were soon overwhelmed by his demanding ones as he fought for dominance and easily won.  She moaned softly into his mouth and tried to spread her legs.  The Lurvin thwarted this effort and she tried to stomp her foot in frustration, but she couldn’t do that, either.

 

The Doctor withdrew his finger from inside of Rose and then picked her up and walked with her to the back of the couch.  “Told you once I was tempted to just push you over the back of the sofa and have my way with you,” he said in a voice heavy with desire.  He grabbed his dirty t-shirt and turned it inside out and put it over the couch then placed her down on it and positioned her so her bum was in the air.  Her bound hands reached down to brace against the sofa.

 

“But I can’t spread my legs,” she told him.

 

“Don’t need you to,” he said darkly.  His voice was so sensual now that she shuddered from the mere sound of it.  She felt him spreading open her sex with his hand and then the head of his penis nestled against her entrance.  He pushed forward in one sharp thrust and fully encased himself inside her.  Rose let out a little squeal.  She gave a few short pants and the Doctor rested inside of her waiting for her to get used to him.

 

“Did you forget to control your size?” she asked after she could breathe again.  “You feel enormous.”

 

“That’s because your legs are closed,” he said.  “Makes things tighter.”

 

Rose groaned.  “Ohhhh,” she said.

 

“Too much?” he asked her.

 

“No, no, no,” she said.

 

He pressed one hand down on the small of her back to keep her in position and gripped her right hip with the other.  “I’m going to move now.”  She nodded, unable to speak any more as he did just that.  The soft top lip of the couch back brushed against her clit as he did so and between that and the feeling of extreme fullness as he moved in and out of her she found her orgasm building quite a bit faster than normal.

 

She kept trying to pull her ankles apart just because she wanted so desperately to turn and wrap her legs around him, but of course she couldn’t get them open without any leverage.  The harder she tried the harder the living cuffs clung together.  He was driving her crazy, her whole body on fire as she sought to come.

 

Rose was about to hit her climax when he stilled inside her and she let out an outraged whimper of protest.  She felt the Doctor’s hands running up her back and towards her neck, then back down and around to cup her breasts.  He tweaked her nipples and then kneaded the soft flesh.  She wanted to buck back into him but was held firmly in place by his pelvis.

 

He was completely in control and though it was frustrating it was massively arousing.  She squirmed beneath him trying to make herself let go and she thought maybe it was going to work until he stopped her movements.  His hands slipped up to her waist and then back to her breasts, his thumbs and index fingers finding her nipples and rolling them, softly at first and then not so gently and Rose cried out at the wave of pleasure that hit her at what she normally would have considered an excessive tweaking.  He stayed completely still within her until the rising tide tapered off and she was no longer close to coming.

 

He pulled her up slightly and into his chest and she felt his hairs tickle against her before he removed all space left between them.  His fingers moved aggressively against her breasts and she cried out at the sharp movement against her nipples that coincided with a sudden thrust inside her.  “Doctor,” she moaned.  He pulled her down onto his shaft again and again, his hands never leaving the soft mounds of her chest as he continued to torment them.  Again she felt the pressure begin to build within her body only to be thwarted when he tired of this activity and let her go again, pushing her more firmly over the edge of the couch and her hands went back down to rest on the sofa cushions again.

 

“This is torture,” she told him and he chuckled throatily.  Very slowly he withdrew until just the head of his penis was inside her and then he waited while Rose became a quivering mess.  “Please!” she cried out and at a snail’s pace he moved back inside her and stilled.

 

He laughed when she writhed beneath him.  “Doctor, stop teasing me!” she finally protested.  He remained almost still for a moment longer just flexing himself inside her.  She sobbed out his name and clamped down hard on him with her uterine muscles making him gasp and he seemed to decide to stop torturing her and withdrew quickly, plunging back inside her within a tenth of a second.  She gasped as he set up a powerful, slow, pounding rhythm.  She felt herself moving closer to the edge and knew that if she could just get him to speed up a bit she’d have her orgasm.  Normally she’d rake her fingernails down his back or sides and he wouldn’t be able to help racing towards his own climax.

 

Helplessly bound, she had no choice but to wait for him to pick up the pace and allow her to come when he wanted her to.  Still, the couch was rubbing in exactly the right place against her clitoris with his movements and the pleasure was building to a ridiculous height.  She sought for a tiny semblance of control and summoned the golden glowing sparks from within her.  She had only just learned how to control them in the last ten days and when she used them it often tended to trigger their orgasms.

 

As she was about to let them loose she felt something stopping her.  The Doctor’s presence in her mind.  “No Rose,” his thoughts whispered.  “Give me full control.”  She let the sparks die down with a frustrated mental whine.  “You’ll come when I say you can come.”  It was ridiculous how hot those dominant words made her feel.  She surrendered completely to him.

 

Rose felt his thoughts wrap around her mind and hold her tenderly, felt the silver tendrils of his essence soaking into the pleasure center of her brain and tighten and enhance the sensations until they were sharp with crystal clarity and there was nothing else in the world but stroke and touch and plunge and thrust and a throbbing ache that was the focus of her entire existence.  She wound tighter and tighter, fighting to hold off for him for the mere reason that he wanted her to.

 

She was ready to promise him anything in the world if he’d just let her come.  He held her on that precipice far longer than she thought ought to be possible until finally with a brilliant flare across the landscape of her mind he whispered, “I already have everything  that I want.  I have you.  My Rose.  Come for me.  Now.”

 

Released from his constraints she began to spasm around him as he came.  Fire and ice burnt through her mind as it flared into his own from hers, and violent contractions shook through her core.  She rose higher and higher on a wave of energy so bright she lost vision for several long seconds.  It was the most powerful orgasm of her life, save the one she’d experienced at bonding.  She’d never thought she’d approach anything like that again and the intensity of it rocked her even as she fell down from it and back into the reality of sweaty bodies glued together by sweat.

 

Rose noticed that the Lurvin had fallen off her, though the waist one was still wedged between them.  She managed to push herself back into the Doctor and stand up and the last one slipped to the floor.  He withdrew from her body and stepped back shakily.  He was panting heavily and when she turned to look at him he had an awed look on his face.  She moved into his arms and kissed him passionately.  “That was…that was…I can’t even…I…I…”  She stopped and kissed him again.

 

When they broke apart he said, “Yeah, for me, too.”

 

“The creatures fell off,” she said.

 

“Told you a major psychic jolt will do that.  We sure gave them one.  Thought it’d be more fun to do it this way with you then the way I took them off of Davin.”

 

“Didn’t hurt them, did it?” Rose wanted to know.

 

“Nah.  Not one like that.  It was orgasmic energy, filled with love.  They’ll be blissed out for a while though.  Best get them into the tank with the other ones.”  They scooped up the mind-numbed Lurvins and deposited them into the tank with the other ones and they settled softly at the bottom, curling slowly into glowing rings.  Then the Doctor grabbed a few tissues and cleaned himself up.  Afterwards he picked Rose up and carried her to the front of the couch, plopping down on it and cuddling her close to him as she lay on top of him.  He tangled his legs with hers and wrapped her in his arms.

 

“We’re not splitting up again,” Rose said.

 

“No,” he agreed.  “Especially if I have to block your mind again.  Need you near me,” he said.  “Being away from your thoughts hurts and it messes with my head.”

 

“Yeah, mine too.  Can’t be away from your thoughts like that again unless I’m right there with you,” Rose replied then with a cheeky grin that he could feel against his chest she added, “Guess that means you’re my Lurvin.”

 

The Doctor burst out laughing.  “Ah, Rose.  You’re my Lurvin, too.”  He hugged her fiercely to him and kissed her forehead.  They lay that way for a long time, limbs entwined, content to just bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Ch. 19:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/106462.html