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amberfocusTitle: Shredded
Author: amberfocus
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: Adult NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP, Romance
Beta: amyo67
Warning: Explicit sex
Summary: This is all about possession, giving herself to him and getting him back in return.
A/N: For Lillibetm3, happy birthday, dear!
They’re rowing again and Rose doesn’t even remember why. He said something stupid or she did something stupid or maybe both and all she knows is that they’re screaming at each other again at the top of their lungs. Any other man and she’d call it foreplay, except nothing ever comes of it in that direction. It’d be a whole hell of a lot easier to put up with his mood swings if she were getting a few good shags out of the deal, but she isn’t and the sexual tension on the ship is about to boil over and singe them both and he won’t do anything about it.
Well, she’s had it this time, she really has. He’s being moody, insufferable, and downright arrogant. He throws out his usual, “My ship, my rules! You don’t like it maybe I should take you home.”
And she’s so tired of that stupid threat hanging over her head every single time they fight that she snaps out, “Fine. If that’s what you want, then take me home! If I’ve overstayed my welcome, if you don’t want me here, then bloody well take me home! But if you want me to stay then don’t you dare, don’t you dare, say that to me again!”
She whirls to leave him, to stomp out of the control room in a cloud of fury, but he reaches for her. She tries to pull away from him, but his hands grab hold of her, the fabric of her shirt tightly clenched in his hands, and as she yanks herself out of his grasp the shirt tears, the flimsy material shredding as it comes right off her body.
Rose is left standing there in her bra and skirt, breathing hard, and he’s looking at her. Oh, how he’s looking at her, like he wants nothing more than to finish removing the rest of her clothes and take possession of her very soul. Not that that’s ever going to happen. He’s nothing more than a flirt and a tease, a man who claims he’s danced but who seems to have no intention of doing so this century. No, he only looks, but he doesn’t touch. He never touches. Not the way she wants him to.
She snatches her blouse away from him and he lets it go, shock at what he’s done rendering him motionless and for once, speechless. She holds the blouse to her chest and glares at him, ready to give him the sharp side of her tongue again for ripping one of her favorite outfits. She wouldn’t mind if he ripped off all her clothes if he’d just carry through, but since he won’t he’s getting the tongue lashing he so richly deserves. She opens her mouth to tell him off but he stops her.
“Don’t,” he says. He is looking at her in a way she’s only seen flashes of before and he reaches out and plucks the fabric from her arms. “Let me…” She notices then that his breathing is not quite as under control as it usually is, either. In fact she’s pretty sure his chest is heaving and his eyes are focused dead on what she’s hiding from him. “Rose.” He says her name in that way that only he can and it sends a flood of sensation straight to her sex. “Let me see you.” His voice is so guttural she almost doesn’t understand him and once she does she almost doesn’t believe her ears.
Rose isn’t sure why, she’s still very angry with him, but she lets her arms drop to her sides and stands there defiantly as he looks at her body. His gaze is heated as he drinks her in and she feels a sudden, sharp twinge as her womb spasms and she feels herself growing wet. His nostrils flare and his eyes darken and she knows he smells her. His stance changes, the entire way he holds his body is different. There is something predatory in his expression, something intent and challenging.
His hand darts out suddenly for her skirt and before she knows what he’s about he unbuttons the button and pulls down the zip and the garment slips from her hips to the floor and she’s standing in front of him clad in nothing but her bra and knickers. She has enough time to think how glad she is to still have had one clean matching set this morning and not be standing before him in her granny panties and sports bra. It is far easier to maintain her dignity in magenta silk and black lace. He steps back and stands there in a frozen tableau of non-motion and he just stares. Oh, yes, back to looking but not touching, she thinks bitterly.
“Like what you see then?” she asks angrily, her voice grating through the quiet that has fallen over them both and he snaps to, comes back to himself, looks horrified and turns his gaze away from her, focusing on the wall instead.
“Cover yourself,” he says harshly.
“I’m not the one that uncovered myself,” she snaps.
“Get out of here, Rose,” he says his hands clenching into fists. “Get out of here now. Go to your room and stay there.”
“You’re sending me to my room?” she asks in disbelief. “Like I’m some errant child that did something wrong? You took off my clothes!”
“You. Are not. A child,” he bites out. “Now do what I say. Get away from me and GO TO YOUR ROOM!” He roars the last four words and she just stares at him in shock.
“The hell I will!” she yells back at him. She knows she’s goading him but she doesn’t care. If she leaves now he’ll get himself back under control, but if she stays maybe she can finally make him lose it. She wants him to lose it. Rose makes up her mind right there. She’s going to push him to the point of action. “You started this. It’s about damn time you finished it!”
The dam breaks within him. She sees it when it happens, the point at which he can no longer hold himself back and suddenly he’s crushing her to him, his mouth coming down on hers with bruising force, his tongue pushing its way in and taking over, dominating the kiss. She doesn’t even try to fight for control. She’s been ready to surrender it for far too long.
Her hands move to his waist, find his belt and work to open it. Her fingers move quickly to his fly and unfasten it and she reaches inside, rubs against his straining erection and finds herself being backed rather quickly towards the wall. She slams into it with an involuntary oof. The Doctor tears his mouth from hers. “Not like this,” he says. “Rose, not like this.”
“Why not like this?” she demands and she pulls his head back down and this time she lays claim to him, her tongue barging past his lips and sweeping its way around his mouth as she seeks and finds the taste that is distinctly Doctor. With her free hand she reaches for one of his and moves it up and onto her breast and he makes a lost sounding whimper and his hand clutches almost spasmodically before he begins to move it with conscious thought and his clever fingers quickly find the nipple.
He loses all hesitation and his other hand pulls her slightly forward, away from the wall, and unfastens the back of her bra with a little more expertise than she’s expecting. She has little time to think of it before he breaks their kiss and pulls her bra roughly down her arms and drops it to the floor. He backs away from her then and his eyes burn into her as he stares at her breasts and then strokes them both. “You are beautiful,” he breathes.
She closes her eyes under his touch and relaxes into it with a heavy sigh of relief. When she opens them again she reaches determinedly for his jacket and shoves it from his body, hears the loud thump of it hitting the grating. She pulls anxiously at his jumper, the green one that is her favorite, and it is up and over his head and her fingers instantly roam over the hard, lithe muscles of his torso. She pushes his denim jeans down his thighs and he grunts out the word, “Boots.”
She looks down at his feet and then pushes him towards the jump seat. His footwear is impossible to toe off and he sits down hard on the bench and unfastens the laces before ridding himself of the two encumbrances while she makes short work of removing her own shoes. He kicks off his jeans and then he stands again. Rose reaches out for his boxer briefs but he catches her hands, holds her by her wrists. “Not like this,” he repeats. “Bedroom. Now.”
She wants to be stubborn, she’s fantasized about shagging him in the control room for weeks now, but the fact that this is going to happen, that the two of them are finally going to do this…well, if he wants a bedroom this much, she’ll let him have his way.
He lets go of one of her arms and pulls her behind him with the other. She stumbles a bit in his wake before her pace picks up. His bedroom is not too far away from the control room and he is as anxious to get there as she is. The heavy wooden door swings open and he pushes her inside in front of him.
Rose looks around briefly as he shuts the door and leans on it, breathing hard. The lock snicks shut and she remembers, barely, that Jack is out and could return at any time. Perhaps that’s why the Doctor insisted on coming here for this. She barely has time to take in the sparse furnishings, the big bed with the rust colored duvet and black sheets, the nightstand with a stack of books and an old Victorian lamp with an intricately decorated shade, a bureau and an easy chair, before he is pushing her towards the bed again.
The Doctor pulls back the bedding and Rose sits, then scoots herself backwards onto the bed. The Doctor just stares at her for a long minute and then his fingers are hooking inside the bands of his boxer briefs and Rose finds herself holding her breath as he lowers them. When he’s kicked them away and stands up straight again the sudden view of him at last fully naked causes a strangled sound to emerge from her throat.
He is beautiful and she stares at him in open admiration. The long, clean lines of his lithe torso, the strongly muscled runners thighs and legs, and the firmly erect penis which is not that different from a human male’s but is somehow nearly elegant in its design upon the man before her. He is larger than what she has seen before but not so large that she’ll have trouble accommodating his length. He is also wider and thicker and there is no pubic hair about his base.
Her eyes move down to his balls and they are large and heavy, smooth and defined, tucked up against his body, not wrinkled and just hanging there. At last her eyes tear themselves away and she looks back up at him, meets his eyes and sees such longing there that she swallows hard. He reaches towards her and loops his fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulls them off of her.
It is his turn to stare at her and his eyes cover every inch of her body. When he reaches the apex of her thighs he rests his hands lightly on her knees and pushes them gently apart and he studies her as intently as she looked at him. “Beautiful,” he says again as his eyes finally finish their trek down her body and return to her face.
He climbs onto the bed and sits on his knees between her spread legs, one finger reaching out to stroke the length of her sex. He smiles as he finds a copious amount of moisture. He brings the finger to his lips and sucks it into his mouth, smiling as he tastes her essence.
“Do you want everything now?” he asks her in a tightly controlled voice. “Or shall we save that for later and just…” He gestures from his penis to her body.
“I want you now,” she says. “Please, now.”
He positions himself between her thighs and she feels his head at her entrance. He meets her eyes and she nods and then he slides into her in one even push that soon has him fully sheathed within her.
“Wanted this,” she tells him, “for so long. Wanted you.”
Her words seem to make something snap within him, the last of his control completely shredding as he begins to move within her, his thrusts quickly becoming hard and fast and deep. She mews out her pleasure at his forceful rhythm, her hands coming to rest on his bum and with hands and hips she spurs him on. She doesn’t care if she comes this first time. This is all about possession, giving herself to him and getting him back in return.
The Doctor, however, shows no signs of approaching orgasm and she wonders just how much stamina this lovely alien has as he continues to plunge into her body. Finally his pace begins to slow and then with a sudden movement she isn’t expecting at all he rolls them over so she is on top of him.
Slowly she rights herself until she is sitting upright on him and he gives her a cheeky grin. “If you think I’m going to let this be all about my pleasure,” and the way he says the word pleasure nearly makes her come right then and there, “then you are wrong, Rose Tyler.” She shudders as he says her name and his grin turns into a pleased smile. She thinks he might just be able to talk her to orgasm.
Rose begins to move on top of him and his eyes flutter for one brief moment before he reaches out to caress her breasts, hands kneading gently and thumbs searching out twin nipples to tease as she rises and falls. Her rhythm is slow and somewhat unsteady at first as her pleasure begins to build ever so slowly.
As her breathing starts to alter the Doctor slides his hands down to her hips and then moves one hand between her thighs and seeks out her clitoris and strokes it in time with her now steady rise and fall. His eyes lock on hers and she cannot tear her gaze away as her pleasure builds higher and higher. Finally the orgasm bursts across her and she clamps down hard on him, her whole body shuddering as wave after wave wracks her. Even after she comes back down, she continues to tingle around him.
He gives her a moment to rest, his face covered in smug satisfaction at bringing her such pleasure, then he rolls them over again. “Ready?” he asks her and she can only give him a weary, happy nod. She expects him to resume his previous actions, a fast and furious plunging to completion, but he doesn’t.
Instead she feels his penis expanding within her, filling every bit of spare room up with his presence, and it begins to ripple and pulse. If she had thought her nerve endings had come alive during her orgasm it is nothing compared to the electrical impulses that are now running throughout her entire body at his actions. Sweat bursts out on her body and she can feel her skin reacting as if she has a sudden fever.
The Doctor is sweating too, heat radiating out from him in a way she’s never felt before from his normally cool skin. He gathers her to him, his arms beneath her back, and holds her closely. She wraps her legs around him seeking even more contact with his skin and then suddenly her whole world seems to turn on its axis. The room spins in a dizzying maelstrom of light, an oddly beautiful litany of sounds falls from the Doctor’s tongue, a strange smell like burnt cloves and oranges assaults her and she can taste honey in the air.
The electrical tingling rises higher within her; the air around them radiating with it as her nerve endings continue to light up. Her eyes widen as the Doctor is outlined in blue and then the energy seems to burst from him, discharging into the room as he cries out her name, shudders, and collapses on top of her. She feels liquid slowly seeping from between them as he withdraws from her body and rolls to the side.
His eyes are tightly closed as if he’s afraid to see her reaction but when she reaches out to stroke his face and his eyes fly open she sees no trace of fear. She smiles at him tiredly and then tucks herself into the space between his arm and torso. She slides one leg over his and loops her arm about his waist. His hand settles against her back, the other reaching to lay on top of the arm that encircles him.
They lay in silence for a long time before the Doctor finally breaks it. “Any regrets?” he asks her in a voice that is small and hesitant.
“No,” she says firmly. “I’ve wanted you for too long, Doctor.” When he doesn’t say anything she props herself up and looks at him.
“You aren’t regretting this, are you?” She can’t stop the fear from creeping in to her voice.
“What? No!” He tightens his grip on her.
“Good.” She slides her arm out from under his and runs it down his body until her hand rests lightly on his penis. She rubs it gently and feels it beginning to come to life again under her fingers. “Now what was it exactly that you meant when you asked me earlier if I wanted to do everything?”
He raises an eyebrow and then laughs. “Let me show you, Rose Tyler.” And he does.
Author: amberfocus
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: Adult NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP, Romance
Beta: amyo67
Warning: Explicit sex
Summary: This is all about possession, giving herself to him and getting him back in return.
A/N: For Lillibetm3, happy birthday, dear!
They’re rowing again and Rose doesn’t even remember why. He said something stupid or she did something stupid or maybe both and all she knows is that they’re screaming at each other again at the top of their lungs. Any other man and she’d call it foreplay, except nothing ever comes of it in that direction. It’d be a whole hell of a lot easier to put up with his mood swings if she were getting a few good shags out of the deal, but she isn’t and the sexual tension on the ship is about to boil over and singe them both and he won’t do anything about it.
Well, she’s had it this time, she really has. He’s being moody, insufferable, and downright arrogant. He throws out his usual, “My ship, my rules! You don’t like it maybe I should take you home.”
And she’s so tired of that stupid threat hanging over her head every single time they fight that she snaps out, “Fine. If that’s what you want, then take me home! If I’ve overstayed my welcome, if you don’t want me here, then bloody well take me home! But if you want me to stay then don’t you dare, don’t you dare, say that to me again!”
She whirls to leave him, to stomp out of the control room in a cloud of fury, but he reaches for her. She tries to pull away from him, but his hands grab hold of her, the fabric of her shirt tightly clenched in his hands, and as she yanks herself out of his grasp the shirt tears, the flimsy material shredding as it comes right off her body.
Rose is left standing there in her bra and skirt, breathing hard, and he’s looking at her. Oh, how he’s looking at her, like he wants nothing more than to finish removing the rest of her clothes and take possession of her very soul. Not that that’s ever going to happen. He’s nothing more than a flirt and a tease, a man who claims he’s danced but who seems to have no intention of doing so this century. No, he only looks, but he doesn’t touch. He never touches. Not the way she wants him to.
She snatches her blouse away from him and he lets it go, shock at what he’s done rendering him motionless and for once, speechless. She holds the blouse to her chest and glares at him, ready to give him the sharp side of her tongue again for ripping one of her favorite outfits. She wouldn’t mind if he ripped off all her clothes if he’d just carry through, but since he won’t he’s getting the tongue lashing he so richly deserves. She opens her mouth to tell him off but he stops her.
“Don’t,” he says. He is looking at her in a way she’s only seen flashes of before and he reaches out and plucks the fabric from her arms. “Let me…” She notices then that his breathing is not quite as under control as it usually is, either. In fact she’s pretty sure his chest is heaving and his eyes are focused dead on what she’s hiding from him. “Rose.” He says her name in that way that only he can and it sends a flood of sensation straight to her sex. “Let me see you.” His voice is so guttural she almost doesn’t understand him and once she does she almost doesn’t believe her ears.
Rose isn’t sure why, she’s still very angry with him, but she lets her arms drop to her sides and stands there defiantly as he looks at her body. His gaze is heated as he drinks her in and she feels a sudden, sharp twinge as her womb spasms and she feels herself growing wet. His nostrils flare and his eyes darken and she knows he smells her. His stance changes, the entire way he holds his body is different. There is something predatory in his expression, something intent and challenging.
His hand darts out suddenly for her skirt and before she knows what he’s about he unbuttons the button and pulls down the zip and the garment slips from her hips to the floor and she’s standing in front of him clad in nothing but her bra and knickers. She has enough time to think how glad she is to still have had one clean matching set this morning and not be standing before him in her granny panties and sports bra. It is far easier to maintain her dignity in magenta silk and black lace. He steps back and stands there in a frozen tableau of non-motion and he just stares. Oh, yes, back to looking but not touching, she thinks bitterly.
“Like what you see then?” she asks angrily, her voice grating through the quiet that has fallen over them both and he snaps to, comes back to himself, looks horrified and turns his gaze away from her, focusing on the wall instead.
“Cover yourself,” he says harshly.
“I’m not the one that uncovered myself,” she snaps.
“Get out of here, Rose,” he says his hands clenching into fists. “Get out of here now. Go to your room and stay there.”
“You’re sending me to my room?” she asks in disbelief. “Like I’m some errant child that did something wrong? You took off my clothes!”
“You. Are not. A child,” he bites out. “Now do what I say. Get away from me and GO TO YOUR ROOM!” He roars the last four words and she just stares at him in shock.
“The hell I will!” she yells back at him. She knows she’s goading him but she doesn’t care. If she leaves now he’ll get himself back under control, but if she stays maybe she can finally make him lose it. She wants him to lose it. Rose makes up her mind right there. She’s going to push him to the point of action. “You started this. It’s about damn time you finished it!”
The dam breaks within him. She sees it when it happens, the point at which he can no longer hold himself back and suddenly he’s crushing her to him, his mouth coming down on hers with bruising force, his tongue pushing its way in and taking over, dominating the kiss. She doesn’t even try to fight for control. She’s been ready to surrender it for far too long.
Her hands move to his waist, find his belt and work to open it. Her fingers move quickly to his fly and unfasten it and she reaches inside, rubs against his straining erection and finds herself being backed rather quickly towards the wall. She slams into it with an involuntary oof. The Doctor tears his mouth from hers. “Not like this,” he says. “Rose, not like this.”
“Why not like this?” she demands and she pulls his head back down and this time she lays claim to him, her tongue barging past his lips and sweeping its way around his mouth as she seeks and finds the taste that is distinctly Doctor. With her free hand she reaches for one of his and moves it up and onto her breast and he makes a lost sounding whimper and his hand clutches almost spasmodically before he begins to move it with conscious thought and his clever fingers quickly find the nipple.
He loses all hesitation and his other hand pulls her slightly forward, away from the wall, and unfastens the back of her bra with a little more expertise than she’s expecting. She has little time to think of it before he breaks their kiss and pulls her bra roughly down her arms and drops it to the floor. He backs away from her then and his eyes burn into her as he stares at her breasts and then strokes them both. “You are beautiful,” he breathes.
She closes her eyes under his touch and relaxes into it with a heavy sigh of relief. When she opens them again she reaches determinedly for his jacket and shoves it from his body, hears the loud thump of it hitting the grating. She pulls anxiously at his jumper, the green one that is her favorite, and it is up and over his head and her fingers instantly roam over the hard, lithe muscles of his torso. She pushes his denim jeans down his thighs and he grunts out the word, “Boots.”
She looks down at his feet and then pushes him towards the jump seat. His footwear is impossible to toe off and he sits down hard on the bench and unfastens the laces before ridding himself of the two encumbrances while she makes short work of removing her own shoes. He kicks off his jeans and then he stands again. Rose reaches out for his boxer briefs but he catches her hands, holds her by her wrists. “Not like this,” he repeats. “Bedroom. Now.”
She wants to be stubborn, she’s fantasized about shagging him in the control room for weeks now, but the fact that this is going to happen, that the two of them are finally going to do this…well, if he wants a bedroom this much, she’ll let him have his way.
He lets go of one of her arms and pulls her behind him with the other. She stumbles a bit in his wake before her pace picks up. His bedroom is not too far away from the control room and he is as anxious to get there as she is. The heavy wooden door swings open and he pushes her inside in front of him.
Rose looks around briefly as he shuts the door and leans on it, breathing hard. The lock snicks shut and she remembers, barely, that Jack is out and could return at any time. Perhaps that’s why the Doctor insisted on coming here for this. She barely has time to take in the sparse furnishings, the big bed with the rust colored duvet and black sheets, the nightstand with a stack of books and an old Victorian lamp with an intricately decorated shade, a bureau and an easy chair, before he is pushing her towards the bed again.
The Doctor pulls back the bedding and Rose sits, then scoots herself backwards onto the bed. The Doctor just stares at her for a long minute and then his fingers are hooking inside the bands of his boxer briefs and Rose finds herself holding her breath as he lowers them. When he’s kicked them away and stands up straight again the sudden view of him at last fully naked causes a strangled sound to emerge from her throat.
He is beautiful and she stares at him in open admiration. The long, clean lines of his lithe torso, the strongly muscled runners thighs and legs, and the firmly erect penis which is not that different from a human male’s but is somehow nearly elegant in its design upon the man before her. He is larger than what she has seen before but not so large that she’ll have trouble accommodating his length. He is also wider and thicker and there is no pubic hair about his base.
Her eyes move down to his balls and they are large and heavy, smooth and defined, tucked up against his body, not wrinkled and just hanging there. At last her eyes tear themselves away and she looks back up at him, meets his eyes and sees such longing there that she swallows hard. He reaches towards her and loops his fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulls them off of her.
It is his turn to stare at her and his eyes cover every inch of her body. When he reaches the apex of her thighs he rests his hands lightly on her knees and pushes them gently apart and he studies her as intently as she looked at him. “Beautiful,” he says again as his eyes finally finish their trek down her body and return to her face.
He climbs onto the bed and sits on his knees between her spread legs, one finger reaching out to stroke the length of her sex. He smiles as he finds a copious amount of moisture. He brings the finger to his lips and sucks it into his mouth, smiling as he tastes her essence.
“Do you want everything now?” he asks her in a tightly controlled voice. “Or shall we save that for later and just…” He gestures from his penis to her body.
“I want you now,” she says. “Please, now.”
He positions himself between her thighs and she feels his head at her entrance. He meets her eyes and she nods and then he slides into her in one even push that soon has him fully sheathed within her.
“Wanted this,” she tells him, “for so long. Wanted you.”
Her words seem to make something snap within him, the last of his control completely shredding as he begins to move within her, his thrusts quickly becoming hard and fast and deep. She mews out her pleasure at his forceful rhythm, her hands coming to rest on his bum and with hands and hips she spurs him on. She doesn’t care if she comes this first time. This is all about possession, giving herself to him and getting him back in return.
The Doctor, however, shows no signs of approaching orgasm and she wonders just how much stamina this lovely alien has as he continues to plunge into her body. Finally his pace begins to slow and then with a sudden movement she isn’t expecting at all he rolls them over so she is on top of him.
Slowly she rights herself until she is sitting upright on him and he gives her a cheeky grin. “If you think I’m going to let this be all about my pleasure,” and the way he says the word pleasure nearly makes her come right then and there, “then you are wrong, Rose Tyler.” She shudders as he says her name and his grin turns into a pleased smile. She thinks he might just be able to talk her to orgasm.
Rose begins to move on top of him and his eyes flutter for one brief moment before he reaches out to caress her breasts, hands kneading gently and thumbs searching out twin nipples to tease as she rises and falls. Her rhythm is slow and somewhat unsteady at first as her pleasure begins to build ever so slowly.
As her breathing starts to alter the Doctor slides his hands down to her hips and then moves one hand between her thighs and seeks out her clitoris and strokes it in time with her now steady rise and fall. His eyes lock on hers and she cannot tear her gaze away as her pleasure builds higher and higher. Finally the orgasm bursts across her and she clamps down hard on him, her whole body shuddering as wave after wave wracks her. Even after she comes back down, she continues to tingle around him.
He gives her a moment to rest, his face covered in smug satisfaction at bringing her such pleasure, then he rolls them over again. “Ready?” he asks her and she can only give him a weary, happy nod. She expects him to resume his previous actions, a fast and furious plunging to completion, but he doesn’t.
Instead she feels his penis expanding within her, filling every bit of spare room up with his presence, and it begins to ripple and pulse. If she had thought her nerve endings had come alive during her orgasm it is nothing compared to the electrical impulses that are now running throughout her entire body at his actions. Sweat bursts out on her body and she can feel her skin reacting as if she has a sudden fever.
The Doctor is sweating too, heat radiating out from him in a way she’s never felt before from his normally cool skin. He gathers her to him, his arms beneath her back, and holds her closely. She wraps her legs around him seeking even more contact with his skin and then suddenly her whole world seems to turn on its axis. The room spins in a dizzying maelstrom of light, an oddly beautiful litany of sounds falls from the Doctor’s tongue, a strange smell like burnt cloves and oranges assaults her and she can taste honey in the air.
The electrical tingling rises higher within her; the air around them radiating with it as her nerve endings continue to light up. Her eyes widen as the Doctor is outlined in blue and then the energy seems to burst from him, discharging into the room as he cries out her name, shudders, and collapses on top of her. She feels liquid slowly seeping from between them as he withdraws from her body and rolls to the side.
His eyes are tightly closed as if he’s afraid to see her reaction but when she reaches out to stroke his face and his eyes fly open she sees no trace of fear. She smiles at him tiredly and then tucks herself into the space between his arm and torso. She slides one leg over his and loops her arm about his waist. His hand settles against her back, the other reaching to lay on top of the arm that encircles him.
They lay in silence for a long time before the Doctor finally breaks it. “Any regrets?” he asks her in a voice that is small and hesitant.
“No,” she says firmly. “I’ve wanted you for too long, Doctor.” When he doesn’t say anything she props herself up and looks at him.
“You aren’t regretting this, are you?” She can’t stop the fear from creeping in to her voice.
“What? No!” He tightens his grip on her.
“Good.” She slides her arm out from under his and runs it down his body until her hand rests lightly on his penis. She rubs it gently and feels it beginning to come to life again under her fingers. “Now what was it exactly that you meant when you asked me earlier if I wanted to do everything?”
He raises an eyebrow and then laughs. “Let me show you, Rose Tyler.” And he does.
