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amberfocus) wrote2008-08-12 03:27 am
amberfocus) wrote2008-08-12 03:27 am
Drabble Smut
A/N: Because apparently it's been too long since I've written something smutty. And insomnia may play a role. So, not counting the title, exactly 100 words. Either a hard R or a soft NC-17, if that's possible. For Wiggiemomsi, because as usual it's all her fault, of course. Nine/Rose.
Calloused Hands
Calloused Hands
Cool calloused hands drift achingly slowly up warm pink thighs to a barrier of pale blue silk. With gentle fingers he teases the scrap of fabric to one side, finds her wanton, hot and wet as his thumb circles teasingly across the tiny bud of desire that leaps upward at his attention.
She sighs. Her eyes search out his in the faded half-light of dimming sunset. “Doctor,” she breathes into the whispering breeze. He smiles and slides a finger inside her heat and she bucks against his thrust.
“Rose,” he answers softly. “My beautiful Rose. Come for me.” She does.