Body Glitter (3/3)
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amberfocusA/N: Very, very NC-17. Not work or child safe. This chapter dedicated to editrix. I hope you are feeling better soon and this can in some small way help in the healing process! I thought hard about whether or not to break this into two chapters due to its length but decided to be sweet and do it all in one go. And if you were curious as to where it would have been cut in two, it would have been right after Rose says, "My turn?" See? I'm not totally evil.
Chapter Three
“You’re just aroused. All that touching. Any woman would have done that to you,” she insists pushing against his chest and moving him back a few inches. “You don’t want me. You just want…sex.”
“You don’t understand anything about my biology, Rose, if that’s what you believe. Not just any woman does this to me. Not just any woman makes me feel like I want to lose control. Only you. Only ever you,” he tells her. “You’re who I want. You’re who I’ve wanted for months. You’re the only woman who has the power to do this to me. No one else has ever come close. Don’t tell me I don’t want you, because Rose,” he pulls her back up against him, “I want you.”
“But--.”
He silences her with another kiss and this time her protests die and her brain begins a full on shut down of her speech center. He teases her lips open with several quick, darting flicks of his tongue. Rose decides that speech is overrated and that doing is far better than talking any day and gives herself over to the sensation of the Doctor’s slow perusal of her mouth. Slow it may be but it doesn’t lack in intensity and when he finally frees her lips again she has to remind herself to breathe.
His hands find her wrists and he raises her arms above her head then reaches for the hem of her t-shirt. He peels the clinging fabric from her body and pulls it off over her head. She brings her arms back down to rest on his shoulders but he grasps her wrists again and returns her to her previous position, this time one hand clasping both and holding them there. Her eyes are uncertain, but he whispers softly, “Trust me.”
Rose swallows hard, closes her eyes, and then nods briefly, just once. She does trust him, always has, instinctively. His other hand glides down one arm, ghosting over the tender inner skin, making her twitch as he brushes the inside of her elbow and jump as he strokes across her armpit and down to her waist before slipping back up to the side of her breast. His hand slides across her wet bra and gently teases her hardening nipple before he lowers his mouth and lays kisses across the skin just above the tethering cup that hides her from his view.
His lips trail upwards to her throat and her first instinct is to back away, but with the shower wall firmly behind her she can’t. Somehow she feels like prey, like he is a predator with barely restrained power, a creature that could turn on her at any moment given one false move. She knows it’s crazy, that the Doctor would never do such a thing to her even if she’s seen it happen to other people, though certainly not in a sexual way. And yet the feeling of being cornered, of being the only thing in his focus and completely under his will, is almost overwhelming and yet strangely erotic. She’s going to have to have a serious talk with herself later on about the things that are turning her on. For now she just goes with it.
He moves his mouth onto the pulse point of her neck and the feeling of panic disappears as he sucks against the rapid beat, pulling skin against teeth, but not biting. His hand moves against her breast again, this time pushing the fabric up and when he moves his mouth again it is to take her nipple into it and swirl his tongue against the risen bud.
He releases her wrists but she doesn’t try to lower her arms again. His other hand moves down to her jeans and he reaches between her thighs and rubs lightly against her sex, fingers sliding against denim that would be soaked now even without the shower’s help. He continues to rub against her as his other hand reaches around behind and unclasps her bra. He lowers her arms to remove the white satin from her body and without a word she returns them to their former position and finally realizes why he likes them there. It raises her breasts up and juts them out.
He steps back away from her and studies her breasts. “So beautiful,” he says. He reaches for the fly of her jeans and unfastens them slowly, working against wet fabric and buttons that don’t want to release. At last they give up the fight and he drops to his knees to remove the saturated denim from her legs.
He reaches next for the small white knickers, looping his index fingers through either side and slowly sliding the satin down her thighs, his eyes going straight to her sex. Rose blushes deeply at the way his eyes devour the sight of her. He leans forward and presses a kiss to her curls before standing up and picking her up in his arms. It is a few short steps to the bedroom and then he is laying her out on scarlet sheets, her warm wet skin a beautiful contrast against the brilliant color.
There is no hesitation in the Doctor as he kneels on the bed and surveys her body. She sees no doubt, no uncertainty in his eyes, only want, only need, only a desperate desire that he has kept hidden so well and yet she is now aware of the fact that it has almost always been there. She’s seen flashes of that naked hunger before when he’s looked at her but she’s never really understood exactly what she was seeing. Now understanding comes with full clarity.
He starts at her feet, raising one up to his mouth and kissing the arch. Rose shivers as the sensation slowly travels up her body as his lips progress to the inside ankle bone, as his tongue leaves a heated trail from ankle to knee. His lips move to the top of her thigh and he kisses his way upwards to just inside her left hip bone where he sucks just hard enough to leave a little mark, reddening the flesh without leaving a bruise.
Rose shudders as his lips continue their progress across her stomach and up the center of her ribcage, between her breasts and up to her neck, then back down again to focus on her left breast. He pushes it slightly upwards, his mouth finding the delicate tissue underneath. The Doctor snakes his tongue along the sensitive flesh there and she feels a jolt of need crash through her. His hand moves to the other breast and kneads the soft roundness while his mouth seeks out the nipple on the first and he pulls it into his mouth.
His tongue flicks determinedly at it while his thumb and forefinger find the second. He gently rolls it between them then suckles hard. Rose cries out at the sudden flash of sensation that moves from breasts to navel to womb. The Doctor smiles against her breast and slowly trails his tongue down her body again, hovering just above her soft curls before laying down a tender kiss.
He sits back on his knees for a moment, finds her eyes and says, “Spread your legs for me, Rose.” His voice is dark, drenched with desire and full of command. Without any other thought in her head but to allow him access, her thighs fall apart. He gasps, nostrils flaring as he takes in more fully the scent of her desire. He lowers his head, spends a full minute just breathing her in before his hands move again, sliding from knee to inner thigh and settling at her folds, using long fingers to lightly open her to him.
“Beautiful,” he breathes as he drinks her in. His eyes search out hers once more before he settles between her legs and reaches out with the very tip of his tongue to make contact with her clitoris. Rose nearly leaps off the bed and the Doctor’s rumbling laugh at her sensitivity is soon overcome with the serious business of making her writhe and squirm and squeal and thrash as he seeks out all the little marvelous ways of bringing her pleasure with his tongue.
He varies the movements against her, lightly circling the reactive bundle of nerves one minute, suckling hard the next, gently laving, then following with a movement so light he is barely touching her. Rose whimpers as the series of sensations loops through her threatening to short circuit something in her brain. Finally it seems he is ready to get down to serious business and the variation leaves his activities and he finds just the right sequence of pressure to start the build up of pleasure that will lead to the inevitable orgasm.
She feels a finger at her entrance, feels it slide in with no resistance against her slick, wet walls. A second finger quickly joins the first and he searches out and finds the little place inside her that adds even more to her pleasure. Soon he is building her up in a frenzy and she can do nothing but whimper and moan and make inarticulate noises of encouragement, one hand resting on the Doctor’s close-cropped hair, the other fisting the bed sheet rather mercilessly.
A moment later her body jerks as every muscle she possesses seems to contract along with her womb. The orgasm clenches through her entire being, the pleasure coming in wave after wave, building up to a violent level that completely shatters her and leaves her panting and incoherent as she tries to regain her equilibrium, but every time she thinks she has another shockwave sends a tingle through her that buzzes her system yet again.
The Doctor sits up and watches her as she recovers. He doesn’t try to speak, doesn’t try to move on or rush her into more. He simply waits until the rational is once again recognizable in her eyes. Then he smiles and she finds herself grinning back at him like a loon. She manages to sit herself up eventually and then he speaks. “All right?” he asks gently.
“More than all right,” she returns with a sated, happy smile. “My turn?” she asks a little hesitantly. He’s been leading and she wants to follow but she also wants to give him this.
“Yes,” he says.
“Sit on the side of the bed,” she tells him. When he does, she kneels on the floor before him, the bed at the perfect height for what she wants to do. “Closer to the edge,” she says softly and he scoots forward. She pushes his knees apart and makes a space for herself, then looks up at him for a moment, suddenly shy again. He gives her a slow, encouraging smile and she looks down again.
She reaches out and grasps hold of his penis and gently strokes up and down his length. He is a good size, as long as from the tip of her index finger to the base of her wrist, longer than what she’s had before, but nothing to make her fear she can’t accommodate him. He’s thick and solid in her hand, but remarkably smooth. She feels no veins near the surface but from the way he shudders at her touch there are plenty of nerves. There is no circumcision scar but neither is there a foreskin or a bulbous tip. He is simply smooth and long and tapers to an end. Otherwise he looks completely human.
She takes him into her mouth and he sighs, his hands coming to rest in her damp hair. Her tongue works gently against the underside while her upper lip slides firmly across the top. She can only manage to take half of him into her mouth, even relaxing her throat only allows another inch or two. She wraps her hand around the remainder and gently works his length in tandem with her tongue. When his hands tighten in her hair she backs off a bit, then slowly begins to work on building suction again when he’s relaxed.
As his thighs begin to tense again she backs off and she can hear him let loose a sound that is nearly a sob. She grazes her teeth lightly across his length and he jerks. She releases all but the tip of him, her tongue working in the little indentation there. He begins squirming a bit and she takes him back in suddenly, as deeply as she can and he cries out at the sudden change in temperature. She stops playing then and begins sucking him in earnest, all teasing gone as she works to achieve the goal of bringing him to orgasm.
This time when she feels him tense, feels his hands wind into her hair more tightly she redoubles her efforts. Her tongue slides about him rapidly and then she begins a vacuum like suction and he shouts and floods her mouth with his come. She drinks him down, swallow after swallow as he spurts into her throat, eight, nine, ten times. Her eyes widen and she begins to wonder if he’ll ever stop, but finally on the thirteenth time, he does. He tastes sweet, an edge of honey in the flavor.
He only softens a little bit as he pulls himself gently from her mouth and pulls her to her feet. He is panting and sweating and looking at her like the sun rises and sets on her shoulders. “Thank you,” he says to her. She nods at him, not quite certain why he is thanking her but understanding that he has a need to do so.
He scoots back onto the bed and holds out one hand to her in invitation and she joins him. He pushes her flat onto her back and moves half on top of her, his lips coming down on hers and this time when he starts to assert dominance over the kiss, she fights back. She wants to learn his mouth, every nook, every hidden recess, where he’s sensitive and what pleases him most. When she brushes her tongue across the roof of his mouth he hardens again instantly.
She smiles against his mouth and slips her tongue around his before gently sucking his into her mouth and giving up control to him as he finds his way about her own interior, pillaging the secrets of what makes her moan against him. Nearly everything it seems as his hands move to stroke against her breast, her waist, her hip. He continues the caress as he takes her mouth and makes love to it slowly, each stroke, each glide, a promise of what he’ll later do to her body.
The kiss seems to last forever, as if her Time Lord were slowing down time to take advantage of this moment and stretch it out. She knows better than to think he would play with time like that, but it still feels true. Finally one hand slips over her thigh and between her legs again. She opens for him and she feels two fingers push inside her body, feels him add a third on the fourth stroke back and forth and groans as he stretches her.
A few more strokes and he breaks the kiss, looks into her eyes and waits. She is unsure if he is seeking permission, but she nods just in case. He rolls more fully onto her, his hips settling against her pelvis. He reaches between them and guides himself to her opening, his eyes never leaving hers. “Please,” she says when he pauses for too long. “Please, Doctor. Now.”
He pushes into her suddenly and leaves her gasping as he buries his entire length in her in one quick thrust. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yes.” She wraps her legs around him, ankles coming to rest on the backs of his thighs just beneath his bum.
He gathers her to him, his arms underneath her and his hands coming up from behind to grip at her shoulders. There is no space left between them and what should be suffocating is not. Somehow he does not crush her despite the fact that his full upper body weight should be bearing down on her. All thoughts of defying gravity leave her as he begins to move.
His movements are not tentative and he quickly establishes a rhythm that leaves her gasping at the sensations that radiate from inside her sex and fill her middle with a pool of heat that starts a slow simmer. His pace begins to pick up speed and she finds herself adjusting, bringing her legs up higher so that he can get in deeper. She wants him to move faster, harder and finds the words moving from thought to speech without pause.
He lets her go then, moving above her, his body adjusting. He pulls her thighs up, makes her hips sit higher against him then pushes forward into her a few more inches as he rises up and grips the headboard of the bed. Rose reaches up herself, grabbing the slats in her hands to brace herself just in time. He begins to move with a speed that leaves her breathless, and an increased force that has her crying out involuntarily each time he meets her body.
She revels in the way it feels, this taking possession of her that he’s doing. It doesn’t hurt but she’ll ache pleasantly later in that fully stretched, fully made love to way. Then all thoughts of later flee her mind as he adjusts yet again and the base of his shaft is suddenly moving against her clitoris. Pleasure jolts through her and words leave her mouth. She is unsure of what they are though she thinks she calls out his name, cries out encouragement, easily says words that normally do not pass her lips.
She’s one over on the Doctor because the sounds that emerge from him make no sense at all, mere grunts and whimpers and growls that redouble her desire for him and flood her with more lust than she knows what to do with. And then he does say a few words she understands, repeated in some kind of litany of need.
“Come, Rose. Come. Come. Come for me. Come, Rose.” Repeated over and over again, a mantra of encouragement. She knows it’s going to happen soon, can feel the build up as it increases within her and then his hands fall to the bed and he’s kissing her as he moves and she flies apart, crying out into his mouth as her world tilts on its axis and she comes with a fury she’s never felt before.
He gives out a triumphant cry and the moment she is finished he grasps her legs, pulling them up, pushing her knees towards her shoulders and begins pounding into her, each thrust and plunge seeming to reach deeper than the one before it. He is like a blur above her and a dizzy sense of reality takes away all awareness but the one that is aware of what he does to her, as he drives towards his pleasure, as his balls smack against her, as his face twists in his need to reach completion.
He shouts her name and he comes. He comes so hard that he nearly pushes her into the headboard and his body shudders violently in the throes of his orgasm. She can feel the fluid inside her, slightly chilled as it hits her, and she smiles at the difference the sensation brings as a tiny little shockwave ripples through her.
At last the Doctor collapses on top of her and she holds him tightly for a minute before he rolls them over and takes her weight onto him. They stay that way, her head resting against his chest, his arms holding her to him, and wait for him to soften. It takes longer than she’s used to, maybe five minutes before he slips free from her body. She slides off him but stays firmly against him. He’s not letting her go.
“That was,” she finally manages to say, “that was…I can’t even…”
“Yeah,” he says. “It was.”
She realizes then that she doesn’t need words to describe what it was like. She doesn’t even need words to describe what they are like, what they mean to each other. She knows.
“Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?” she says and presses her lips into his side kissing him softly.
“This isn’t…this isn’t just a—a one-off for you, is it?”
She smiles. For once she’s sure and he’s the one seeking reassurance. Perhaps some words are necessary after all. “No, Doctor.” The arm she has across his middle tightens.
“Good,” he says with relief. “Then we’re together now?”
She scoots upwards until she can lay a tender kiss upon his lips. “Yes,” she says when she breaks away from him. She cuddles back against his side. “We’re together now.” She thinks maybe they always have been.
He doesn’t say he loves her and she doesn’t say it back. They have time enough for that, all the time in the world at their disposal in this not so little ship. She smiles at him and he smiles back and they spend a little more of that time saying without words that love is there between them. They are the Doctor and Rose. They are together. And that is enough.
Chapter Three
“You’re just aroused. All that touching. Any woman would have done that to you,” she insists pushing against his chest and moving him back a few inches. “You don’t want me. You just want…sex.”
“You don’t understand anything about my biology, Rose, if that’s what you believe. Not just any woman does this to me. Not just any woman makes me feel like I want to lose control. Only you. Only ever you,” he tells her. “You’re who I want. You’re who I’ve wanted for months. You’re the only woman who has the power to do this to me. No one else has ever come close. Don’t tell me I don’t want you, because Rose,” he pulls her back up against him, “I want you.”
“But--.”
He silences her with another kiss and this time her protests die and her brain begins a full on shut down of her speech center. He teases her lips open with several quick, darting flicks of his tongue. Rose decides that speech is overrated and that doing is far better than talking any day and gives herself over to the sensation of the Doctor’s slow perusal of her mouth. Slow it may be but it doesn’t lack in intensity and when he finally frees her lips again she has to remind herself to breathe.
His hands find her wrists and he raises her arms above her head then reaches for the hem of her t-shirt. He peels the clinging fabric from her body and pulls it off over her head. She brings her arms back down to rest on his shoulders but he grasps her wrists again and returns her to her previous position, this time one hand clasping both and holding them there. Her eyes are uncertain, but he whispers softly, “Trust me.”
Rose swallows hard, closes her eyes, and then nods briefly, just once. She does trust him, always has, instinctively. His other hand glides down one arm, ghosting over the tender inner skin, making her twitch as he brushes the inside of her elbow and jump as he strokes across her armpit and down to her waist before slipping back up to the side of her breast. His hand slides across her wet bra and gently teases her hardening nipple before he lowers his mouth and lays kisses across the skin just above the tethering cup that hides her from his view.
His lips trail upwards to her throat and her first instinct is to back away, but with the shower wall firmly behind her she can’t. Somehow she feels like prey, like he is a predator with barely restrained power, a creature that could turn on her at any moment given one false move. She knows it’s crazy, that the Doctor would never do such a thing to her even if she’s seen it happen to other people, though certainly not in a sexual way. And yet the feeling of being cornered, of being the only thing in his focus and completely under his will, is almost overwhelming and yet strangely erotic. She’s going to have to have a serious talk with herself later on about the things that are turning her on. For now she just goes with it.
He moves his mouth onto the pulse point of her neck and the feeling of panic disappears as he sucks against the rapid beat, pulling skin against teeth, but not biting. His hand moves against her breast again, this time pushing the fabric up and when he moves his mouth again it is to take her nipple into it and swirl his tongue against the risen bud.
He releases her wrists but she doesn’t try to lower her arms again. His other hand moves down to her jeans and he reaches between her thighs and rubs lightly against her sex, fingers sliding against denim that would be soaked now even without the shower’s help. He continues to rub against her as his other hand reaches around behind and unclasps her bra. He lowers her arms to remove the white satin from her body and without a word she returns them to their former position and finally realizes why he likes them there. It raises her breasts up and juts them out.
He steps back away from her and studies her breasts. “So beautiful,” he says. He reaches for the fly of her jeans and unfastens them slowly, working against wet fabric and buttons that don’t want to release. At last they give up the fight and he drops to his knees to remove the saturated denim from her legs.
He reaches next for the small white knickers, looping his index fingers through either side and slowly sliding the satin down her thighs, his eyes going straight to her sex. Rose blushes deeply at the way his eyes devour the sight of her. He leans forward and presses a kiss to her curls before standing up and picking her up in his arms. It is a few short steps to the bedroom and then he is laying her out on scarlet sheets, her warm wet skin a beautiful contrast against the brilliant color.
There is no hesitation in the Doctor as he kneels on the bed and surveys her body. She sees no doubt, no uncertainty in his eyes, only want, only need, only a desperate desire that he has kept hidden so well and yet she is now aware of the fact that it has almost always been there. She’s seen flashes of that naked hunger before when he’s looked at her but she’s never really understood exactly what she was seeing. Now understanding comes with full clarity.
He starts at her feet, raising one up to his mouth and kissing the arch. Rose shivers as the sensation slowly travels up her body as his lips progress to the inside ankle bone, as his tongue leaves a heated trail from ankle to knee. His lips move to the top of her thigh and he kisses his way upwards to just inside her left hip bone where he sucks just hard enough to leave a little mark, reddening the flesh without leaving a bruise.
Rose shudders as his lips continue their progress across her stomach and up the center of her ribcage, between her breasts and up to her neck, then back down again to focus on her left breast. He pushes it slightly upwards, his mouth finding the delicate tissue underneath. The Doctor snakes his tongue along the sensitive flesh there and she feels a jolt of need crash through her. His hand moves to the other breast and kneads the soft roundness while his mouth seeks out the nipple on the first and he pulls it into his mouth.
His tongue flicks determinedly at it while his thumb and forefinger find the second. He gently rolls it between them then suckles hard. Rose cries out at the sudden flash of sensation that moves from breasts to navel to womb. The Doctor smiles against her breast and slowly trails his tongue down her body again, hovering just above her soft curls before laying down a tender kiss.
He sits back on his knees for a moment, finds her eyes and says, “Spread your legs for me, Rose.” His voice is dark, drenched with desire and full of command. Without any other thought in her head but to allow him access, her thighs fall apart. He gasps, nostrils flaring as he takes in more fully the scent of her desire. He lowers his head, spends a full minute just breathing her in before his hands move again, sliding from knee to inner thigh and settling at her folds, using long fingers to lightly open her to him.
“Beautiful,” he breathes as he drinks her in. His eyes search out hers once more before he settles between her legs and reaches out with the very tip of his tongue to make contact with her clitoris. Rose nearly leaps off the bed and the Doctor’s rumbling laugh at her sensitivity is soon overcome with the serious business of making her writhe and squirm and squeal and thrash as he seeks out all the little marvelous ways of bringing her pleasure with his tongue.
He varies the movements against her, lightly circling the reactive bundle of nerves one minute, suckling hard the next, gently laving, then following with a movement so light he is barely touching her. Rose whimpers as the series of sensations loops through her threatening to short circuit something in her brain. Finally it seems he is ready to get down to serious business and the variation leaves his activities and he finds just the right sequence of pressure to start the build up of pleasure that will lead to the inevitable orgasm.
She feels a finger at her entrance, feels it slide in with no resistance against her slick, wet walls. A second finger quickly joins the first and he searches out and finds the little place inside her that adds even more to her pleasure. Soon he is building her up in a frenzy and she can do nothing but whimper and moan and make inarticulate noises of encouragement, one hand resting on the Doctor’s close-cropped hair, the other fisting the bed sheet rather mercilessly.
A moment later her body jerks as every muscle she possesses seems to contract along with her womb. The orgasm clenches through her entire being, the pleasure coming in wave after wave, building up to a violent level that completely shatters her and leaves her panting and incoherent as she tries to regain her equilibrium, but every time she thinks she has another shockwave sends a tingle through her that buzzes her system yet again.
The Doctor sits up and watches her as she recovers. He doesn’t try to speak, doesn’t try to move on or rush her into more. He simply waits until the rational is once again recognizable in her eyes. Then he smiles and she finds herself grinning back at him like a loon. She manages to sit herself up eventually and then he speaks. “All right?” he asks gently.
“More than all right,” she returns with a sated, happy smile. “My turn?” she asks a little hesitantly. He’s been leading and she wants to follow but she also wants to give him this.
“Yes,” he says.
“Sit on the side of the bed,” she tells him. When he does, she kneels on the floor before him, the bed at the perfect height for what she wants to do. “Closer to the edge,” she says softly and he scoots forward. She pushes his knees apart and makes a space for herself, then looks up at him for a moment, suddenly shy again. He gives her a slow, encouraging smile and she looks down again.
She reaches out and grasps hold of his penis and gently strokes up and down his length. He is a good size, as long as from the tip of her index finger to the base of her wrist, longer than what she’s had before, but nothing to make her fear she can’t accommodate him. He’s thick and solid in her hand, but remarkably smooth. She feels no veins near the surface but from the way he shudders at her touch there are plenty of nerves. There is no circumcision scar but neither is there a foreskin or a bulbous tip. He is simply smooth and long and tapers to an end. Otherwise he looks completely human.
She takes him into her mouth and he sighs, his hands coming to rest in her damp hair. Her tongue works gently against the underside while her upper lip slides firmly across the top. She can only manage to take half of him into her mouth, even relaxing her throat only allows another inch or two. She wraps her hand around the remainder and gently works his length in tandem with her tongue. When his hands tighten in her hair she backs off a bit, then slowly begins to work on building suction again when he’s relaxed.
As his thighs begin to tense again she backs off and she can hear him let loose a sound that is nearly a sob. She grazes her teeth lightly across his length and he jerks. She releases all but the tip of him, her tongue working in the little indentation there. He begins squirming a bit and she takes him back in suddenly, as deeply as she can and he cries out at the sudden change in temperature. She stops playing then and begins sucking him in earnest, all teasing gone as she works to achieve the goal of bringing him to orgasm.
This time when she feels him tense, feels his hands wind into her hair more tightly she redoubles her efforts. Her tongue slides about him rapidly and then she begins a vacuum like suction and he shouts and floods her mouth with his come. She drinks him down, swallow after swallow as he spurts into her throat, eight, nine, ten times. Her eyes widen and she begins to wonder if he’ll ever stop, but finally on the thirteenth time, he does. He tastes sweet, an edge of honey in the flavor.
He only softens a little bit as he pulls himself gently from her mouth and pulls her to her feet. He is panting and sweating and looking at her like the sun rises and sets on her shoulders. “Thank you,” he says to her. She nods at him, not quite certain why he is thanking her but understanding that he has a need to do so.
He scoots back onto the bed and holds out one hand to her in invitation and she joins him. He pushes her flat onto her back and moves half on top of her, his lips coming down on hers and this time when he starts to assert dominance over the kiss, she fights back. She wants to learn his mouth, every nook, every hidden recess, where he’s sensitive and what pleases him most. When she brushes her tongue across the roof of his mouth he hardens again instantly.
She smiles against his mouth and slips her tongue around his before gently sucking his into her mouth and giving up control to him as he finds his way about her own interior, pillaging the secrets of what makes her moan against him. Nearly everything it seems as his hands move to stroke against her breast, her waist, her hip. He continues the caress as he takes her mouth and makes love to it slowly, each stroke, each glide, a promise of what he’ll later do to her body.
The kiss seems to last forever, as if her Time Lord were slowing down time to take advantage of this moment and stretch it out. She knows better than to think he would play with time like that, but it still feels true. Finally one hand slips over her thigh and between her legs again. She opens for him and she feels two fingers push inside her body, feels him add a third on the fourth stroke back and forth and groans as he stretches her.
A few more strokes and he breaks the kiss, looks into her eyes and waits. She is unsure if he is seeking permission, but she nods just in case. He rolls more fully onto her, his hips settling against her pelvis. He reaches between them and guides himself to her opening, his eyes never leaving hers. “Please,” she says when he pauses for too long. “Please, Doctor. Now.”
He pushes into her suddenly and leaves her gasping as he buries his entire length in her in one quick thrust. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yes.” She wraps her legs around him, ankles coming to rest on the backs of his thighs just beneath his bum.
He gathers her to him, his arms underneath her and his hands coming up from behind to grip at her shoulders. There is no space left between them and what should be suffocating is not. Somehow he does not crush her despite the fact that his full upper body weight should be bearing down on her. All thoughts of defying gravity leave her as he begins to move.
His movements are not tentative and he quickly establishes a rhythm that leaves her gasping at the sensations that radiate from inside her sex and fill her middle with a pool of heat that starts a slow simmer. His pace begins to pick up speed and she finds herself adjusting, bringing her legs up higher so that he can get in deeper. She wants him to move faster, harder and finds the words moving from thought to speech without pause.
He lets her go then, moving above her, his body adjusting. He pulls her thighs up, makes her hips sit higher against him then pushes forward into her a few more inches as he rises up and grips the headboard of the bed. Rose reaches up herself, grabbing the slats in her hands to brace herself just in time. He begins to move with a speed that leaves her breathless, and an increased force that has her crying out involuntarily each time he meets her body.
She revels in the way it feels, this taking possession of her that he’s doing. It doesn’t hurt but she’ll ache pleasantly later in that fully stretched, fully made love to way. Then all thoughts of later flee her mind as he adjusts yet again and the base of his shaft is suddenly moving against her clitoris. Pleasure jolts through her and words leave her mouth. She is unsure of what they are though she thinks she calls out his name, cries out encouragement, easily says words that normally do not pass her lips.
She’s one over on the Doctor because the sounds that emerge from him make no sense at all, mere grunts and whimpers and growls that redouble her desire for him and flood her with more lust than she knows what to do with. And then he does say a few words she understands, repeated in some kind of litany of need.
“Come, Rose. Come. Come. Come for me. Come, Rose.” Repeated over and over again, a mantra of encouragement. She knows it’s going to happen soon, can feel the build up as it increases within her and then his hands fall to the bed and he’s kissing her as he moves and she flies apart, crying out into his mouth as her world tilts on its axis and she comes with a fury she’s never felt before.
He gives out a triumphant cry and the moment she is finished he grasps her legs, pulling them up, pushing her knees towards her shoulders and begins pounding into her, each thrust and plunge seeming to reach deeper than the one before it. He is like a blur above her and a dizzy sense of reality takes away all awareness but the one that is aware of what he does to her, as he drives towards his pleasure, as his balls smack against her, as his face twists in his need to reach completion.
He shouts her name and he comes. He comes so hard that he nearly pushes her into the headboard and his body shudders violently in the throes of his orgasm. She can feel the fluid inside her, slightly chilled as it hits her, and she smiles at the difference the sensation brings as a tiny little shockwave ripples through her.
At last the Doctor collapses on top of her and she holds him tightly for a minute before he rolls them over and takes her weight onto him. They stay that way, her head resting against his chest, his arms holding her to him, and wait for him to soften. It takes longer than she’s used to, maybe five minutes before he slips free from her body. She slides off him but stays firmly against him. He’s not letting her go.
“That was,” she finally manages to say, “that was…I can’t even…”
“Yeah,” he says. “It was.”
She realizes then that she doesn’t need words to describe what it was like. She doesn’t even need words to describe what they are like, what they mean to each other. She knows.
“Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?” she says and presses her lips into his side kissing him softly.
“This isn’t…this isn’t just a—a one-off for you, is it?”
She smiles. For once she’s sure and he’s the one seeking reassurance. Perhaps some words are necessary after all. “No, Doctor.” The arm she has across his middle tightens.
“Good,” he says with relief. “Then we’re together now?”
She scoots upwards until she can lay a tender kiss upon his lips. “Yes,” she says when she breaks away from him. She cuddles back against his side. “We’re together now.” She thinks maybe they always have been.
He doesn’t say he loves her and she doesn’t say it back. They have time enough for that, all the time in the world at their disposal in this not so little ship. She smiles at him and he smiles back and they spend a little more of that time saying without words that love is there between them. They are the Doctor and Rose. They are together. And that is enough.
