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amberfocusSeries: Take Me
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: PWP, romance, smut
Beta: amyo67
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Summary: The Doctor and Rose have sex in the ocean.
A/N: Yes, I am ignoring the fact that the female body does not naturally lubricate itself well in water. Let's just go with the fact that this is a very special ocean with lubricatory properties. You do not need to have read the other stories in the series, they all stand alone. Not work or child friendly. Very smutty. Wiggiemomsi style smutty. Happy Birthday, dear.
Take Me Swimming
The Doctor strides out of the TARDIS quickly, Rose close on his heels and they both make a dash for the cooling ocean, clothes flung off haphazardly as they run, the Doctor almost falling as his boxer briefs tangle at his ankles. He kicks them off as Rose dives into the waves. The Doctor is completely naked as he hits the water, Rose still in her knickers and bra. This is a situation the Doctor resolves quickly to remedy as he reaches for her body and slips his arms around her. He kisses her deeply as his fingers find the little hooks and eyes and work eagerly to unfasten them.
Bra in hand he flings it back to the shore, uncaring whether it makes it there or not. It’s not one of his favorites and if it washes out to sea so be it. His fingers hook next inside her knickers and he struggles to free the wet fabric from her legs as the waves batter against them both. It takes a lot of squirming and kicking but eventually Rose is free of the confining garment and moving back into his arms.
His erection is hot and hard against her belly. It’s been three weeks since they’ve had sex and only two hours since they were reunited after their last disastrous adventure. Three weeks away from Rose has been nearly more than he can bear and he tells her just how much he’s missed her with every stroke of his cool tongue into her hot mouth and every movement of his hands across her body.
He whimpers as Rose pushes herself aggressively against him, her hands roaming slickly over his back. His own find her breasts and she whimpers under his touch as he rubs his palms across the hardening nipples before closing his hands reflexively, tightening against the soft little mountains of flesh. She arches into him, her pelvis grinding against him and he drops one hand to her thigh, then reaches lower and hooks his hand under her knee.
Raising her leg he seeks out her entrance and positions the head of his penis against her. Rose’s hands find his shoulders and she gives a little jump upwards, the water buoying her movements as she fastens her legs about him and he eases into her. Rose cries out his name again and again, her words almost desperate as he brings himself fully home. It feels so good to be inside her again, so incredibly good and he aches at how much he has missed her.
His hands come to rest at her waist and he begins to move her body up and down upon him, his eyes finding hers and locking on. She holds his gaze, her emotions burning through her as if she never wants to look away again, never wants to be away from him for so long again. The ocean rocks their bodies back and forth as he moves within her. He is slow and steady, prolonging this for all he is worth, as if he can make up for a dozen missed opportunities with each deep glide into her.
Yes, he wants to make this last but the minute she starts shuddering around him he knows he is lost, knows that her tightening muscles are going to take him with her and he doesn’t mind falling so soon if they can go together. She cries out, biting her lip hard enough to turn it white, not hard enough to draw blood. Her eyes close and her head falls backwards and he fastens his mouth on her exposed throat, his tongue busy at work against her skin, tasting her, tasting the salt of the sea.
Her spasms send him over the edge and his orgasm blasts through him. He is almost embarrassed at the loud groan he lets out at his release, but Rose’s moans are just as loud, just as fervent. As they come to a rest in the gentle sway of swells she finally opens her eyes and looks at him. He lifts her off his body and lowers her back to the sandy sea floor. “Missed you,” she tells him, her lips finding the bottom edge of his lower one and pulling it into her mouth.
Her tongue works its magic as it always does and he feels himself hardening again. He pulls her close to him and she smirks against his lips. That’s his Rose, always so proud of the effect she has on his desires. Her hand reaches down between them to hold his length and he mewls into her mouth. He doesn’t want to make love in the water again, wants something firm but soft beneath them as he takes her body once more.
The Doctor manages to pull away from her, manages to lead her back into the shallows and towards the shore but Rose has her own ideas and when the swells are only at mid thigh she drops to her knees and clutches at his legs, her mouth easily finding his penis and engulfing much of it into her mouth. What she can’t take in she wraps firmly with her small hand and she begins eagerly to lick and suck and stroke.
He can barely keep to his feet, his legs shaking as she works his length. He buries his hands in her golden hair, still mostly dry save the ends, and he almost steadies. But Rose has no intention of letting him stop trembling as she flicks her tongue rapidly against the tip then circles down around the head before pulling him as deeply into her mouth as she can. He feels her relax her throat and he sighs at the sensation.
He doesn’t know how long he stands there lost in the experience of Rose’s warm, sensual mouth working its magic, but when he begins to tremble and feel the telltale signs of orgasm approaching he stops her. “No,” he says. “I want to come inside your body, not your mouth.”
She nods and he holds out his hands. Rose takes them and he helps her rise to her feet and they make their way back onto the beach. Rose is heading for the TARDIS but he can’t wait that long and leads her instead to his abandoned coat. He spreads it out and lays her down upon it and then spreads her legs, settling between them, his mouth searching out her center, his tongue snaking deeply up inside her. Rose lets out a strangled cry as he seeks out her moisture.
He finds her clitoris next, tapering his tongue into a sharp point as he dances on the very tip before circling the little bud of flesh at its base. Rose shivers and moans and her hands thread into his hair. For a moment he stops his ministrations at the feel of her fingers against his scalp, but her little noise of protest has him quickly returning to the task he has set for himself.
As quickly as he can he works to bring her to the edge, but she, too, stops him. “I want to come with you inside me,” she insists, in a near echo of his earlier words. He nods and rises up, wipes his mouth, and repositions himself between her open thighs. Pushing back inside her is just as heavenly as the first time and he raises her legs up so that they are supported by his elbows. When he begins another slow and steady progression inside her Rose bucks her hips impatiently, urging him to go faster and so ever ready to please her, he does.
His thrusts are quick and eager and she is soon panting beneath the onslaught, her concentration fierce as she strains for her orgasm. He lets down one leg and searches the space between them focusing once again on her clit, this time with the tip of a finger. Rose, already so close when they started, shatters around him as he continues to move within her. When she finishes he lets down her other leg and then begins to seek out his own orgasm with intensity. Slide, glide, thrust and plunge, searching, ever searching, for the pleasure only Rose can bring him.
Her fingers dig into his forearms as he increases the speed of his rhythm. He seeks until he finds and the power of it all, even this, the second time, is untamed as it slams through him. He collapses on her, spent, and her hands creep up to stroke his back as he trembles atop her. She’s murmuring soft words into his ear, comforting him in this moment. Although they haven’t spoken of their separation, have barely spoken any words at all, Rose knows exactly what he’s feeling.
Even now, after making love twice he isn’t sure he can even pull far enough away from her to withdraw from her body, so he doesn’t. He waits for nature to take its course, waits until he softens and falls out of her and then slowly rolls them over so that her weight is on him. He strokes her hair and puts a finger to her lips. It’s usually him that babbles, but these last few weeks have impacted her horribly and it seems for every day, every hour that they’ve missed together she must make up for.
She whispers her love, her devotion, her awe of him and she layers kisses along the side of his face. He holds her to him and when he tries to shush her again, this time he succeeds. It is his turn to murmur his reassurances that he will always find her as he did today, that he will never walk away from her, never let anything come between them and their forever. It’s too important, this thing, too necessary to his existence. He tells her he adores her, tells her how much she means to him, speaks to her of a life that was incomplete until he met her, a life he never wants to go back to living alone.
It’s never been easy for him to find these particular words, but today he does. It’s not the first time he’s told her; in the six months they’ve had a sexual relationship he’s said it twice. He needs to say it now, and he hopes it won’t be the last time. No matter how hard they can be to say, he needs to say them and he thinks she needs to hear. “I love you,” he says.
Rose stills against him and he hears her breath hitch, her body shudders above him and then he feels her smile against the skin of his chest and she raises up and looks him in the eyes. “I love you.” A sense that everything is okay again, that they are together and unbreakable eases through his veins. It’s silly, really, what those three little words can do to them both, build them up and at the same time undo them.
Rose kisses him then, softly and sweetly and with an unhurried need. When they finally break apart she moves away from him and begins to gather up her clothes. Her bra and knickers have washed away but her dress is spread across the sand and she retrieves it and slips it over her body. The Doctor sighs and finds his pants but then Rose is returning to him. She pulls him back down upon the sand and together they watch the sun set and then she puts his jacket over them and they lay and watch the stars come out. There are no storms on the horizon, only clear and brilliant skies and it is more than enough to be in this moment and simply be…happy.
