Uninhibited (1/1)
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amberfocusA/N: Just a lovely smut piece written to celebrate my one year anniversary of writing Doctor Who fanfic. Nine/Rose. Dedicated to Lillibet. If I can do it, so can you. I might have played with a cliche. Or two. Or five. *grins*
Uninhibited
“It’s been one year, you know,” the Doctor said to Rose Tyler. He was holding her hand in the middle of a field of wild flowers watching the sun set over the mountains in front of them in a blaze of orange, pink, and purple glory.
“A year?” she asked.
“Since I met you. A year since you came on board and started travelling with me.”
“Has it? Life’s so timeless with you.” She leaned back against him and the hand that had been holding hers wrapped around her, pulling her close, her back to his chest. His other arm came around to meet the first until he was holding her tightly to him.
“It's easy enough to keep track of your Earth time. Today is our 366th day together.”
Rose leaned her head back against him. “Changed my life, you did.” There was a smile in her voice even though he couldn’t see the one on her face.
“For the better?” he asked. His breath was cool against her ear as he spoke. She shivered.
“You have to ask?” she wanted to know.
“Sometimes it’s nice to hear the words,” he said.
She wiggled around in his arms until she was facing him and pressed her face against the sun-warmed leather of his jacket. “Definitely,” she told him. “Meeting you, being with you, it’s definitely been for the better.”
“No regrets then?” he asked his voice rumbling in his chest beneath her cheek.
“Only one,” she said. His hearts would have fallen if he hadn’t heard the teasing lilt in her voice.
“Oh, yeah?” he managed still not quite able to keep the tension out of his body at her words.
“Yeah. That I didn’t meet you sooner.” He relaxed.
“Because I can just imagine how thrilled with me your mother would have been if you’d run off with me at eighteen instead of nineteen,” he said a little sourly.
Rose giggled. “Don’t let’s ruin the day by talking about my mum.” She twisted back around in his arms. “I’m missing the sunset,” she said by way of explanation. It had been the reason, after all, that they’d come to this little uninhabited planet in the Singrini system. As the pinks and oranges and purples faded, ribbons of green and gold and blue shot across the twilight in bursts of color unlike anything she’d ever seen.
“It’s lovely,” she told him. “This world, all the amazing things you’ve shown me. It’s all just so incredible. You never disappoint me.”
“You never disappoint me,” he replied seriously.
“Not ever?” she asked him.
“Never,” he repeated firmly.
“I’ve done some stupid things,” she said regretfully.
“So have I,” he admitted. “We all do. It’s part of being alive. And I’ve never been so alive as I’ve been in this last year.”
He heard her breath hitch in her chest and he placed a kiss upon her hair. They settled into silence as the last of the sun’s display faded into twilight. The planet then plunged immediately into darkness, the sky turning midnight black as if someone had flipped a switch and one by one, as if someone were lighting birthday candles, the stars came out, shimmering like diamonds in a velvet sky.
“It’s gorgeous,” she whispered.
“Look down,” he said. Rose turned her head towards the ground and let out a startled gasp of amazement. The flowers were shining with a soft, faint phosphorescence, lighting the ground in a luminous glow.
“Wait for it,” he said.
“You mean there’s more than this?” she asked. His arms gave her a squeeze.
“There’s more. Look.” He pointed his finger across the meadow and she could just make out tiny objects coming towards them, drifting or floating or flying, she wasn’t sure which.
“What are they?” she asked.
“They’re called the Talamanga,” he said. “They’re sort of a cross between butterflies and jellyfish. They pollinate the night-blooming flowers.” As they came closer, one of the little creatures floated towards them. The tiny animal was a bit ungainly, its body flat and round and translucently colored in shades that matched the flowers. Little waving tentacles hung down, and high wings were perched on its back.
“It’s okay,” he said as Rose moved back into him a bit as the Talamanga approached. “They’re harmless. They won’t hurt you if they touch you. It’d feel a bit like a butterfly kiss.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said in awe as it hovered in front of her and lightly caressed her face with a trailing blue protuberance, then flitted away.
“Still not the loveliest thing on this planet, though,” he said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
“No?” she whispered back.
“No. It pales in comparison to you.”
Rose loosened his arms and turned around to face him again. She could just see his expression in the reflected light of the flowers. His eyes were serious and darker than she’d ever seen them. “You know, when you want to be, you are the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”
“Oi, take that back,” he grumbled, but there was no anger or offendedness in his voice.
Rose reached up and stroked the side of his face then cradled his jaw. “No,” she said. “I don’t think I will.” She moved to pull her hand back but his came up and held her wrist, not letting her move away. Slowly he slid her hand down his face and kissed her palm. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time.
“Doctor?” she asked unsteadily. “What…what are you doing?” He let her hand drop down, twined their fingers together.
“I want you, Rose,” he said boldly.
“Oh,” she answered softly. She bit her lip as she studied his face.
“Is that all right?” he asked her. He ran his free hand up and down her arm.
“You sure?” she asked him. He could hear her heart rate increase as it pounded in her chest.
“I’m sure,” he replied. “I want you.”
“It’ll change everything,” she said.
“I’m counting on it,” he returned. “I. Want. You.” His voice was firm, but then his face started to close off. “Unless…unless you don’t want me.”
“Are you daft?” she asked him. “I’ve always wanted you.”
The smile that split his face made his cheeks hurt. Rose closed the distance between them and stood up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. Tongues met in a little flurry of getting to know each other better as the Doctor’s arms closed around her waist, pulling her firmly against him.
Rose broke the kiss and grinned up at him cheekily. “Is that the sonic screwdriver in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she asked him. At the look on his face she giggled. “Sorry. I’ve just always wanted to say that.”
The Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his coat pocket and showed it to her, before shedding his jacket and throwing it on the ground. He pulled Rose up against him again. “I am definitely happy to see you, Rose Tyler,” he told her.
He laid her down on the jacket, a bed of wild flowers cushioning her against the ground beneath her. Slowly and deliberately he began to take inventory of her mouth, tongue teasing its way across the crevices of her teeth and gliding against her gums before pulling back for a moment. He stroked softly across her lips then reentered her mouth, his tongue finding hers and caressing it in slow lingering strokes while his hand crept up under the hem of her top.
Rose had forgotten just how large his hands were. She thought about it sometimes, had wondered just how much of her body he could cover with those long, calloused fingers, the wide roughened palms. She had also wondered if the size of his hands had correlated to any other part of his body. His feet were quite large, too. Did it hold true for his people, the size of his maleness having a rough equivalent to the size of his middle finger?
She stopped thinking about it as his hand crept onto her breast, fingers spreading across the rising mound, thumb finding her nipple and circling it lightly through the satin encasing it until it stood up begging for more attention than it was currently getting. The Doctor broke the kiss then and pushed her shirt up out of his way. He brought his mouth down on her sternum and kissed his way across her chest, over the gentle curve of her breast and then across satin to the rising peak.
He sucked on it through the fabric, his breath cool as he flicked it with his tongue and pulled more and more of her into his mouth. He tilted her forward and unfastened her bra with deft fingers before laying her back down and removing the garment. He stared at her for a long moment, so long in fact that she began to squirm under his gaze and wonder if he thought there was something wrong with her.
There wasn’t. He was simply mesmerized. He stroked across her breasts then, his hands kneading lightly at the flesh and then more firmly. He circled his palms across her nipples before dropping down and taking the other breast into his mouth, the one that had not already had the brief attention of his tongue. He did not neglect the first one though, his index finger and thumb rolling the bud lightly between them as he suckled against her.
Rose suddenly realized that the Doctor was giving her all the attention and she’d been ignoring his body completely. She grasped hold of his jumper and tugged it upwards impatiently, interrupting his work just long enough to strip him of it. He returned to his ministrations and she explored the muscles of his chest. He wasn’t very hairy, she noted, just a thin patch between his pectorals and a narrow line that led downwards from there, picked up on the other side of his belly button and disappeared into his jeans.
Her hands memorized his body, her fingernails scraping across his back as she learned the feel of his skin, the hard muscles and tight lines of his torso. He released her breast and nuzzled into her neck and she raised her hands to rub across the soft, closely-shorn hair that graced his head. He licked and sucked at her throat and then she felt his hand creeping down to her thigh, then back to her hip. He found the little hook at the side, the small zipper holding the skirt in place and he lowered it.
Pulling away from her and sitting up he eased the skirt off her body, removing her sandals as he did so. This left her in nothing but her white satin knickers trimmed in red lace. He traced the outline of the undergarment with his finger, first trailing across the waistband, then ghosting across each inner edge in turn. Rose wasn’t quite sure when she’d opened her legs for him. A flash of arousal soaked her knickers and his nostrils flared as he recognized it for what it was.
He growled and Rose stared up at him slightly wide-eyed as he backed away from her long enough to pull off his belt and strip off his boots, jeans, and socks before he was kneeling in front of her naked. Rose’s eyes widened as she took in his erection. It was definitely longer than his middle finger. It was that long and again the length of his palm at least. She gave it a good nine inches, she thought as she reached out and wrapped her hand around him.
The Doctor groaned as she stroked her thumb up to the tip, exploring just how much like a human male he was. She couldn’t tell much of a difference in the pale, reflected light. His penis twitched in her palm and she circled the head lightly before running her fingers down his length and back up again. He pushed her away with a sound that was nearly a sob and pulled anxiously at her knickers until they came down her thighs and off. He discarded it on the top of her other clothing and moved between her legs.
He pushed her thighs further apart, his cool fingers parting the lips of her sex. He breathed her in deeply, his nostrils flaring again as he studied her body. “You are so beautiful,” he said. One finger dipped lightly into her opening. “And so wet.” He trailed his finger back up to her clitoris, lightly circling the tender nubbin. Rose cried out at his touch and he grinned at her before lowering himself between her thighs.
His tongue reached out and lightly flicked across the sensitized flesh. He wrapped his arms around her thighs when she bucked and then began to lick and suck on the tight bundle of nerves. Occasionally he ran his tongue the length of her sex, dipping lightly inside her as she released copious amounts of fluid, her body preparing the way for their coupling.
She squirmed beneath him. “Doctor, I want…” she said. She lost track of what she was asking for for a moment as he swirled his tongue tightly back around her clitoris.
“What do you want?” he managed, pausing just long enough to get the words out before diving back into his work.
“I want to be able to touch you, too,” she said on a rush of air.
“Lay on your side,” he told her. She squirmed around onto her side and he lay down beside her. He lifted her thigh and brought his mouth back to complete its ministrations. His penis was now within easy reach and she stroked it, watching it twitch now and then as a particular movement pleased him.
She wondered…she wasn’t quite close enough to him. She squirmed her body nearer and then very hesitantly reached out with her tongue and licked the tip of his penis. The noise he let loose was strangled and she smiled and quickly did it again, the fluid of his pre-cum spreading across her tongue. He was slightly sweet, like honey, and it surprised her, but pleased her to no end.
Quickly losing her hesitation Rose licked down the length of his shaft, her tongue moving delicately across the swollen fullness of him. The doctor had frozen at the first halting strokes of her tongue, but when she pulled back and took him into her mouth as far as she could his body quivered and then as if taking her quick, bobbing movements as a challenge his own tongue began moving again in a flurry of activity that quickly brought her to the brink. And then he simply slowed down and held her there on that dizzying, spiraling height.
She redoubled her efforts and he began to lose control, his hips thrusting impatiently towards her as he moved in time to her rhythm. She reached out with her hands and cradled his testicles with one, wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft with the other.
“Rose,” he growled out a warning against her sex, the vibrations sending a shiver of tingles through her that made her moan around him, vibrating him in turn. “Rose, I’m…Rose…gonna…Rose.” His words were all she needed to push over that last barrier and she was falling, clenching, quaking, flying, shattering into a million pieces and her mouth clamped down on him as she did, the suction strengthening to such an extent that he fell over the edge with her, shooting his fluid into her mouth.
She chased the last few drops of liquid from his tip and then slowly let him go with a gentle popping sound and he rested his head wearily against her thigh. She lay her head back down on the flowers in contentment, savoring the moment as her body slowly uncoiled from the tension of orgasm.
“Rose, I’m sorry, I tried to warn you…” he mumbled.
Rose sat up and pulled him up. “Don’t you be sorry,” she told him firmly. She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him, then pushed him down on his back and curled into his body. “So,” she said, “how long is the Time Lord refractory period?”
“What’s a refractory period?” he asked her.
“How long it takes to recover before you can make love to me,” she informed him.
“Ah,” he said. He glanced downwards at where his penis was already waving in the light breeze. “I don’t appear to have one.” He took her hand and led it to his hardening length.
Rose giggled and moved her hand back up his stomach and onto his chest, resting it across the heart furthest from her. “Well, that’s interesting. Just give me a couple of minutes then.”
They lay in relative quiet while the Talamanga fluttered above them, sometimes brushing close enough that they could feel them on their skin. The soft, sensual little strokes were a little bit arousing, and combined with the Doctor’s hand stroking idly across the smooth skin of her stomach, Rose felt a blushing heat rising within her.
“Doctor,” she whispered against his neck, pausing to kiss and lick at the pulses she could feel beating there, “Doctor, make love to me.”
The Doctor moved with lightning speed, rolling her over onto her back and spreading her thighs. He crawled between them and before she knew what was happening, his penis was nestled at her opening. She knew then he’d take her hard, the look on his face so hungry and so full of want and need, and yet he waited just a moment, met her eyes and sought permission. “Rose, I need you. I need you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I…I need--.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pushed into her in one fluid stroke, and she cried out as he was fully sheathed within her. He gave her no time to get used to him, instead immediately withdrawing and plunging back into her. She cried out his name over and over again as he set a punishing rhythm, driven by a need to possess her and a lust held back for far, far too long. His pelvis drove against her clit and the rapid stroking of her g-spot was quickly sending her back to the precipice of orgasm.
Words tumbled from her mouth that she would never dream of saying in most circumstances but then these were not most circumstances. Never would she have thought the day would end like this, with the Doctor taking her hard and fast down on the meadow floor and her clutching his shoulders for dear life. She tried but could not keep up with him, eventually only able to hold on for the ride. Her orgasm hit her with blinding speed, more furious and violent than the one that had come before it. Her entire body clenched into one tightening mass of contractions and her screams, had the planet been inhabited, would have been heard for miles.
And still the Doctor drove on, only pausing to shift positions, to hook one of her knees up over his arm. This opened her further to him and he was able to drive even more deeply into her. Her tight, hot walls were on fire around him and he plunged desperately, seeking for a release that was more than physical.
His mind sought for hers, sought to make a connection that would allow them to share the intimacy of this experience on a psychic level. His mind screamed out her name and he was almost startled by the whispering response in his own head, “Doctor?”
“Rose?”
“I’m here, I’m here,” she thought soothingly.
Unaccountable joy surged through him and electricity fired through his neural network, synapses firing on the edge of overload as the telepathic connection was made permanent between them. “Rose, Rose, my beautiful, Rose.” And then he was coming on both a physical and mental level that he had never before achieved in his life.
Her name echoed again and again in the confines of her mind and she was bathed with emotions of love and want and need and always, building up and up until her brain exploded in a flood of passion that sent her senses reeling far beyond what any previous release this night had done. And her mind, no longer able to deal with it, fled her body.
It was several minutes before reality returned to either of them, but when it did they lay tangled up in each other, sweaty, hot, and sore. “That was…that was…” Rose gave up trying to find words for it.
“I know,” he told her kissing her temple.
“What was that?” she asked a few minutes later. “What was it really?”
The Doctor was silent. She could tell he was thinking of how to explain things to her, and she was surprised that she could still feel an echo of his emotions in her head. “You know that my people were telepathic, right?”
“You’ve mentioned that,” she said.
“Well, when you opened your mind up to me, became completely uninhibited before me, we forged a telepathic link. It’s…it’s only possible when…when two people…join…join their lives together. I…I didn’t think it was possible across species or I would have warned you about it before we…before we made love.” His stumbling explanation confused her slightly.
“So we can sense what the other person is feeling now? When we make love?”
“Not just when we make love. We’ll be able to sense each other from now on. All the time. I’ll be in your head all the time. I’m sorry. I knew…I knew how I felt. I didn’t…I didn’t realize…how deeply you felt about me. It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t feel the same way as I do.”
Rose was still against him. “When you say joining our lives together…”
“It’s permanent, Rose. And I…I didn’t have time to ask you. It’s always going to be there. We’re life bonded.”
“Are you sorry it happened?”
“What? No! But…it means…it means forever, Rose. You’ll always be linked to me. And I want that. I do. But…if I’d known it was possible, I’d have offered you a choice.”
“I made my choice a long time ago,” she told him. “And I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Happy anniversary, Rose,” he said softly into her hair, a smile lighting his face in the darkness.
“Happy anniversary, Doctor,” she whispered back. “Happy everything.”
And yes, for once in his life, the Doctor was happy with everything. And all because of one Rose Tyler giving him the best year of his life. And now, he knew, many more to come.
Uninhibited
“It’s been one year, you know,” the Doctor said to Rose Tyler. He was holding her hand in the middle of a field of wild flowers watching the sun set over the mountains in front of them in a blaze of orange, pink, and purple glory.
“A year?” she asked.
“Since I met you. A year since you came on board and started travelling with me.”
“Has it? Life’s so timeless with you.” She leaned back against him and the hand that had been holding hers wrapped around her, pulling her close, her back to his chest. His other arm came around to meet the first until he was holding her tightly to him.
“It's easy enough to keep track of your Earth time. Today is our 366th day together.”
Rose leaned her head back against him. “Changed my life, you did.” There was a smile in her voice even though he couldn’t see the one on her face.
“For the better?” he asked. His breath was cool against her ear as he spoke. She shivered.
“You have to ask?” she wanted to know.
“Sometimes it’s nice to hear the words,” he said.
She wiggled around in his arms until she was facing him and pressed her face against the sun-warmed leather of his jacket. “Definitely,” she told him. “Meeting you, being with you, it’s definitely been for the better.”
“No regrets then?” he asked his voice rumbling in his chest beneath her cheek.
“Only one,” she said. His hearts would have fallen if he hadn’t heard the teasing lilt in her voice.
“Oh, yeah?” he managed still not quite able to keep the tension out of his body at her words.
“Yeah. That I didn’t meet you sooner.” He relaxed.
“Because I can just imagine how thrilled with me your mother would have been if you’d run off with me at eighteen instead of nineteen,” he said a little sourly.
Rose giggled. “Don’t let’s ruin the day by talking about my mum.” She twisted back around in his arms. “I’m missing the sunset,” she said by way of explanation. It had been the reason, after all, that they’d come to this little uninhabited planet in the Singrini system. As the pinks and oranges and purples faded, ribbons of green and gold and blue shot across the twilight in bursts of color unlike anything she’d ever seen.
“It’s lovely,” she told him. “This world, all the amazing things you’ve shown me. It’s all just so incredible. You never disappoint me.”
“You never disappoint me,” he replied seriously.
“Not ever?” she asked him.
“Never,” he repeated firmly.
“I’ve done some stupid things,” she said regretfully.
“So have I,” he admitted. “We all do. It’s part of being alive. And I’ve never been so alive as I’ve been in this last year.”
He heard her breath hitch in her chest and he placed a kiss upon her hair. They settled into silence as the last of the sun’s display faded into twilight. The planet then plunged immediately into darkness, the sky turning midnight black as if someone had flipped a switch and one by one, as if someone were lighting birthday candles, the stars came out, shimmering like diamonds in a velvet sky.
“It’s gorgeous,” she whispered.
“Look down,” he said. Rose turned her head towards the ground and let out a startled gasp of amazement. The flowers were shining with a soft, faint phosphorescence, lighting the ground in a luminous glow.
“Wait for it,” he said.
“You mean there’s more than this?” she asked. His arms gave her a squeeze.
“There’s more. Look.” He pointed his finger across the meadow and she could just make out tiny objects coming towards them, drifting or floating or flying, she wasn’t sure which.
“What are they?” she asked.
“They’re called the Talamanga,” he said. “They’re sort of a cross between butterflies and jellyfish. They pollinate the night-blooming flowers.” As they came closer, one of the little creatures floated towards them. The tiny animal was a bit ungainly, its body flat and round and translucently colored in shades that matched the flowers. Little waving tentacles hung down, and high wings were perched on its back.
“It’s okay,” he said as Rose moved back into him a bit as the Talamanga approached. “They’re harmless. They won’t hurt you if they touch you. It’d feel a bit like a butterfly kiss.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said in awe as it hovered in front of her and lightly caressed her face with a trailing blue protuberance, then flitted away.
“Still not the loveliest thing on this planet, though,” he said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
“No?” she whispered back.
“No. It pales in comparison to you.”
Rose loosened his arms and turned around to face him again. She could just see his expression in the reflected light of the flowers. His eyes were serious and darker than she’d ever seen them. “You know, when you want to be, you are the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”
“Oi, take that back,” he grumbled, but there was no anger or offendedness in his voice.
Rose reached up and stroked the side of his face then cradled his jaw. “No,” she said. “I don’t think I will.” She moved to pull her hand back but his came up and held her wrist, not letting her move away. Slowly he slid her hand down his face and kissed her palm. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time.
“Doctor?” she asked unsteadily. “What…what are you doing?” He let her hand drop down, twined their fingers together.
“I want you, Rose,” he said boldly.
“Oh,” she answered softly. She bit her lip as she studied his face.
“Is that all right?” he asked her. He ran his free hand up and down her arm.
“You sure?” she asked him. He could hear her heart rate increase as it pounded in her chest.
“I’m sure,” he replied. “I want you.”
“It’ll change everything,” she said.
“I’m counting on it,” he returned. “I. Want. You.” His voice was firm, but then his face started to close off. “Unless…unless you don’t want me.”
“Are you daft?” she asked him. “I’ve always wanted you.”
The smile that split his face made his cheeks hurt. Rose closed the distance between them and stood up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. Tongues met in a little flurry of getting to know each other better as the Doctor’s arms closed around her waist, pulling her firmly against him.
Rose broke the kiss and grinned up at him cheekily. “Is that the sonic screwdriver in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she asked him. At the look on his face she giggled. “Sorry. I’ve just always wanted to say that.”
The Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his coat pocket and showed it to her, before shedding his jacket and throwing it on the ground. He pulled Rose up against him again. “I am definitely happy to see you, Rose Tyler,” he told her.
He laid her down on the jacket, a bed of wild flowers cushioning her against the ground beneath her. Slowly and deliberately he began to take inventory of her mouth, tongue teasing its way across the crevices of her teeth and gliding against her gums before pulling back for a moment. He stroked softly across her lips then reentered her mouth, his tongue finding hers and caressing it in slow lingering strokes while his hand crept up under the hem of her top.
Rose had forgotten just how large his hands were. She thought about it sometimes, had wondered just how much of her body he could cover with those long, calloused fingers, the wide roughened palms. She had also wondered if the size of his hands had correlated to any other part of his body. His feet were quite large, too. Did it hold true for his people, the size of his maleness having a rough equivalent to the size of his middle finger?
She stopped thinking about it as his hand crept onto her breast, fingers spreading across the rising mound, thumb finding her nipple and circling it lightly through the satin encasing it until it stood up begging for more attention than it was currently getting. The Doctor broke the kiss then and pushed her shirt up out of his way. He brought his mouth down on her sternum and kissed his way across her chest, over the gentle curve of her breast and then across satin to the rising peak.
He sucked on it through the fabric, his breath cool as he flicked it with his tongue and pulled more and more of her into his mouth. He tilted her forward and unfastened her bra with deft fingers before laying her back down and removing the garment. He stared at her for a long moment, so long in fact that she began to squirm under his gaze and wonder if he thought there was something wrong with her.
There wasn’t. He was simply mesmerized. He stroked across her breasts then, his hands kneading lightly at the flesh and then more firmly. He circled his palms across her nipples before dropping down and taking the other breast into his mouth, the one that had not already had the brief attention of his tongue. He did not neglect the first one though, his index finger and thumb rolling the bud lightly between them as he suckled against her.
Rose suddenly realized that the Doctor was giving her all the attention and she’d been ignoring his body completely. She grasped hold of his jumper and tugged it upwards impatiently, interrupting his work just long enough to strip him of it. He returned to his ministrations and she explored the muscles of his chest. He wasn’t very hairy, she noted, just a thin patch between his pectorals and a narrow line that led downwards from there, picked up on the other side of his belly button and disappeared into his jeans.
Her hands memorized his body, her fingernails scraping across his back as she learned the feel of his skin, the hard muscles and tight lines of his torso. He released her breast and nuzzled into her neck and she raised her hands to rub across the soft, closely-shorn hair that graced his head. He licked and sucked at her throat and then she felt his hand creeping down to her thigh, then back to her hip. He found the little hook at the side, the small zipper holding the skirt in place and he lowered it.
Pulling away from her and sitting up he eased the skirt off her body, removing her sandals as he did so. This left her in nothing but her white satin knickers trimmed in red lace. He traced the outline of the undergarment with his finger, first trailing across the waistband, then ghosting across each inner edge in turn. Rose wasn’t quite sure when she’d opened her legs for him. A flash of arousal soaked her knickers and his nostrils flared as he recognized it for what it was.
He growled and Rose stared up at him slightly wide-eyed as he backed away from her long enough to pull off his belt and strip off his boots, jeans, and socks before he was kneeling in front of her naked. Rose’s eyes widened as she took in his erection. It was definitely longer than his middle finger. It was that long and again the length of his palm at least. She gave it a good nine inches, she thought as she reached out and wrapped her hand around him.
The Doctor groaned as she stroked her thumb up to the tip, exploring just how much like a human male he was. She couldn’t tell much of a difference in the pale, reflected light. His penis twitched in her palm and she circled the head lightly before running her fingers down his length and back up again. He pushed her away with a sound that was nearly a sob and pulled anxiously at her knickers until they came down her thighs and off. He discarded it on the top of her other clothing and moved between her legs.
He pushed her thighs further apart, his cool fingers parting the lips of her sex. He breathed her in deeply, his nostrils flaring again as he studied her body. “You are so beautiful,” he said. One finger dipped lightly into her opening. “And so wet.” He trailed his finger back up to her clitoris, lightly circling the tender nubbin. Rose cried out at his touch and he grinned at her before lowering himself between her thighs.
His tongue reached out and lightly flicked across the sensitized flesh. He wrapped his arms around her thighs when she bucked and then began to lick and suck on the tight bundle of nerves. Occasionally he ran his tongue the length of her sex, dipping lightly inside her as she released copious amounts of fluid, her body preparing the way for their coupling.
She squirmed beneath him. “Doctor, I want…” she said. She lost track of what she was asking for for a moment as he swirled his tongue tightly back around her clitoris.
“What do you want?” he managed, pausing just long enough to get the words out before diving back into his work.
“I want to be able to touch you, too,” she said on a rush of air.
“Lay on your side,” he told her. She squirmed around onto her side and he lay down beside her. He lifted her thigh and brought his mouth back to complete its ministrations. His penis was now within easy reach and she stroked it, watching it twitch now and then as a particular movement pleased him.
She wondered…she wasn’t quite close enough to him. She squirmed her body nearer and then very hesitantly reached out with her tongue and licked the tip of his penis. The noise he let loose was strangled and she smiled and quickly did it again, the fluid of his pre-cum spreading across her tongue. He was slightly sweet, like honey, and it surprised her, but pleased her to no end.
Quickly losing her hesitation Rose licked down the length of his shaft, her tongue moving delicately across the swollen fullness of him. The doctor had frozen at the first halting strokes of her tongue, but when she pulled back and took him into her mouth as far as she could his body quivered and then as if taking her quick, bobbing movements as a challenge his own tongue began moving again in a flurry of activity that quickly brought her to the brink. And then he simply slowed down and held her there on that dizzying, spiraling height.
She redoubled her efforts and he began to lose control, his hips thrusting impatiently towards her as he moved in time to her rhythm. She reached out with her hands and cradled his testicles with one, wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft with the other.
“Rose,” he growled out a warning against her sex, the vibrations sending a shiver of tingles through her that made her moan around him, vibrating him in turn. “Rose, I’m…Rose…gonna…Rose.” His words were all she needed to push over that last barrier and she was falling, clenching, quaking, flying, shattering into a million pieces and her mouth clamped down on him as she did, the suction strengthening to such an extent that he fell over the edge with her, shooting his fluid into her mouth.
She chased the last few drops of liquid from his tip and then slowly let him go with a gentle popping sound and he rested his head wearily against her thigh. She lay her head back down on the flowers in contentment, savoring the moment as her body slowly uncoiled from the tension of orgasm.
“Rose, I’m sorry, I tried to warn you…” he mumbled.
Rose sat up and pulled him up. “Don’t you be sorry,” she told him firmly. She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him, then pushed him down on his back and curled into his body. “So,” she said, “how long is the Time Lord refractory period?”
“What’s a refractory period?” he asked her.
“How long it takes to recover before you can make love to me,” she informed him.
“Ah,” he said. He glanced downwards at where his penis was already waving in the light breeze. “I don’t appear to have one.” He took her hand and led it to his hardening length.
Rose giggled and moved her hand back up his stomach and onto his chest, resting it across the heart furthest from her. “Well, that’s interesting. Just give me a couple of minutes then.”
They lay in relative quiet while the Talamanga fluttered above them, sometimes brushing close enough that they could feel them on their skin. The soft, sensual little strokes were a little bit arousing, and combined with the Doctor’s hand stroking idly across the smooth skin of her stomach, Rose felt a blushing heat rising within her.
“Doctor,” she whispered against his neck, pausing to kiss and lick at the pulses she could feel beating there, “Doctor, make love to me.”
The Doctor moved with lightning speed, rolling her over onto her back and spreading her thighs. He crawled between them and before she knew what was happening, his penis was nestled at her opening. She knew then he’d take her hard, the look on his face so hungry and so full of want and need, and yet he waited just a moment, met her eyes and sought permission. “Rose, I need you. I need you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I…I need--.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pushed into her in one fluid stroke, and she cried out as he was fully sheathed within her. He gave her no time to get used to him, instead immediately withdrawing and plunging back into her. She cried out his name over and over again as he set a punishing rhythm, driven by a need to possess her and a lust held back for far, far too long. His pelvis drove against her clit and the rapid stroking of her g-spot was quickly sending her back to the precipice of orgasm.
Words tumbled from her mouth that she would never dream of saying in most circumstances but then these were not most circumstances. Never would she have thought the day would end like this, with the Doctor taking her hard and fast down on the meadow floor and her clutching his shoulders for dear life. She tried but could not keep up with him, eventually only able to hold on for the ride. Her orgasm hit her with blinding speed, more furious and violent than the one that had come before it. Her entire body clenched into one tightening mass of contractions and her screams, had the planet been inhabited, would have been heard for miles.
And still the Doctor drove on, only pausing to shift positions, to hook one of her knees up over his arm. This opened her further to him and he was able to drive even more deeply into her. Her tight, hot walls were on fire around him and he plunged desperately, seeking for a release that was more than physical.
His mind sought for hers, sought to make a connection that would allow them to share the intimacy of this experience on a psychic level. His mind screamed out her name and he was almost startled by the whispering response in his own head, “Doctor?”
“Rose?”
“I’m here, I’m here,” she thought soothingly.
Unaccountable joy surged through him and electricity fired through his neural network, synapses firing on the edge of overload as the telepathic connection was made permanent between them. “Rose, Rose, my beautiful, Rose.” And then he was coming on both a physical and mental level that he had never before achieved in his life.
Her name echoed again and again in the confines of her mind and she was bathed with emotions of love and want and need and always, building up and up until her brain exploded in a flood of passion that sent her senses reeling far beyond what any previous release this night had done. And her mind, no longer able to deal with it, fled her body.
It was several minutes before reality returned to either of them, but when it did they lay tangled up in each other, sweaty, hot, and sore. “That was…that was…” Rose gave up trying to find words for it.
“I know,” he told her kissing her temple.
“What was that?” she asked a few minutes later. “What was it really?”
The Doctor was silent. She could tell he was thinking of how to explain things to her, and she was surprised that she could still feel an echo of his emotions in her head. “You know that my people were telepathic, right?”
“You’ve mentioned that,” she said.
“Well, when you opened your mind up to me, became completely uninhibited before me, we forged a telepathic link. It’s…it’s only possible when…when two people…join…join their lives together. I…I didn’t think it was possible across species or I would have warned you about it before we…before we made love.” His stumbling explanation confused her slightly.
“So we can sense what the other person is feeling now? When we make love?”
“Not just when we make love. We’ll be able to sense each other from now on. All the time. I’ll be in your head all the time. I’m sorry. I knew…I knew how I felt. I didn’t…I didn’t realize…how deeply you felt about me. It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t feel the same way as I do.”
Rose was still against him. “When you say joining our lives together…”
“It’s permanent, Rose. And I…I didn’t have time to ask you. It’s always going to be there. We’re life bonded.”
“Are you sorry it happened?”
“What? No! But…it means…it means forever, Rose. You’ll always be linked to me. And I want that. I do. But…if I’d known it was possible, I’d have offered you a choice.”
“I made my choice a long time ago,” she told him. “And I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Happy anniversary, Rose,” he said softly into her hair, a smile lighting his face in the darkness.
“Happy anniversary, Doctor,” she whispered back. “Happy everything.”
And yes, for once in his life, the Doctor was happy with everything. And all because of one Rose Tyler giving him the best year of his life. And now, he knew, many more to come.
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Date: 2008-09-20 11:25 pm (UTC)I like to poke at cliches, too. It can be fun. *giggles* Thank you. I had such a vivid image of the planet in my head.