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amberfocus) wrote2008-11-26 12:25 pm
amberfocus) wrote2008-11-26 12:25 pm
Happy Birthday Othermewriter--Smutty Double Drabble for You
Title: Taking Turns
Author: amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult, R
Beta: JeopardyFriendly
Summary: The Doctor and Rose take turns.
Taking Turns
Rich gold silk swathes her body, clinging to every curve and revealing much more than it seeks to hide, or so he thinks until it flutters from her torso and pools to the ground at her feet. She tilts her head slowly to one side, her eyes dark and open as he sweeps the length of her with a gaze that no longer holds back his longing. His eyes linger on the rise and fall of her breasts, drift down to the swelling of her hips, center on the apex of her thighs. She looks at him. “Now you, Doctor.”
His clothes follow slowly, piece by piece, leather and wool and denim making heavy thuds against the floor. Her eyes appraise him with open admiration as each new bit of flesh is revealed to her. Finally the last barrier, thin, black cotton, is lowered and he cannot hold back the smile of masculine pride at her gasp when he stands free before her. His fingers find her ready before he’s even had the chance to touch her. He lifts her up, backs her against the wall and positions her gently, firmly. “Now you, Rose,” he whispers back. He slides home.
Author: amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult, R
Beta: JeopardyFriendly
Summary: The Doctor and Rose take turns.
Taking Turns
Rich gold silk swathes her body, clinging to every curve and revealing much more than it seeks to hide, or so he thinks until it flutters from her torso and pools to the ground at her feet. She tilts her head slowly to one side, her eyes dark and open as he sweeps the length of her with a gaze that no longer holds back his longing. His eyes linger on the rise and fall of her breasts, drift down to the swelling of her hips, center on the apex of her thighs. She looks at him. “Now you, Doctor.”
His clothes follow slowly, piece by piece, leather and wool and denim making heavy thuds against the floor. Her eyes appraise him with open admiration as each new bit of flesh is revealed to her. Finally the last barrier, thin, black cotton, is lowered and he cannot hold back the smile of masculine pride at her gasp when he stands free before her. His fingers find her ready before he’s even had the chance to touch her. He lifts her up, backs her against the wall and positions her gently, firmly. “Now you, Rose,” he whispers back. He slides home.