Shiver and Burn--Belated B'day Fic for Mkejenkins

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Title:  Shiver and Burn
Author:  amberfocus
Characters/Pairings:  Nine/Rose
Genre:  Smut of the tender variety
Rating:  Adult, NC-17
Beta:  amyo67
Summary:  He knows how to please her easily and well, yet he’s always seeking out new ways.
A/N:  This fic was written as a birthday present to mkejenkins.  There is no plot.  Only smut.  Happy Birthday, Elisa, a few days late.

Shiver and Burn

 

 

He makes Rose burn and shiver at the same time. All it takes is one heated glance from his eyes, the intense blue so like ice itself, yet so capable of invoking the deepest heat within her belly and raising goose bumps across the surface of her skin. His touch is like liquid fire as it races from the simplest caress across her shoulder and slides over the soft, pink rise of her breast, and yet his mouth, his breath, is cold as it traces the same path settling with undue abandon upon her nipple. One might think it was the first time, the way he goes about it with such reverence as if she were the most precious thing he’s ever touched. But it’s not the first time; not even close.

 

The Doctor is as familiar with her body now as he is with his own. They’ve been lovers for nearly a year and each time is like the first time and better than the first time and easier and harder. It’s a contradiction. He knows how to please her easily and well, yet he’s always seeking out new ways. Ever the explorer, the adventurer, the man who is master of time and plays with it, brings her to the edge over and over again before finally letting her fall. It’s hard to wait but worth it every time.

 

His tongue strokes tight little circles around the risen bud, his hand pressing lightly against her belly as if to prevent an escape that has never crossed her mind. She squirms until that hand lowers itself, slowly, teasingly, to the edge of her curls and she nearly kicks him in her desire to adjust her body and guide his hand to where she wants it. He chuckles softly against her skin, the hum of his laughter a new and delightful sensation.

 

He dips his fingers lower, just once, just enough to find and stroke across her clit and then his big hand is back on her stomach, splayed, covering practically her entire abdomen. She whimpers her protest but he doesn’t heed it. It’s always in his own time, set to his own pace, when he’s good and ready, but he never disappoints. Her eagerness to get there will never outweigh his need to give her more pleasure than she’s sure she can take. She’d call him evil if it weren’t so incredibly good.

 

Rose sighs as his lips finally trail his hand down her body, his tongue tasting her skin from the soft underside of her breasts to the center of her ribcage and down her belly, ghosting over her navel and down across the soft hairs. She opens her legs to him and he settles between them. He parts the folds of her labia, fingers and thumbs lightly opening her to his gaze. He stares at her, cataloguing ever square millimeter of her most intimate flesh, drinking her in until she’s nearly wriggling with anticipation.

 

He moves closer, finally, and inhales. He likes the scent of her, likes to smell her arousal, and though it used to make her uncomfortable, she’s gotten used to the way he invokes every sense during lovemaking, has become completely uninhibited in her recognition of his joy in her body. His nose nudges forward, brushing lightly against her clit before his tongue reaches out and lightly strokes across her entrance just once before he is pulling back to look her in the eyes.

 

Rose is torn between shooting daggers at him for stopping and begging him to continue, but instead gives him a loving smile, acceptance of what he’s told her he wants to do this night, give her nothing but the deepest pleasure he can offer. He smiles back, his whole face alighting in the manic joy he seems to save only for her, and all thoughts of what she’s going to do to him to pay him back for making her wait so long, how she’s going to take him in her mouth and torture him for hours until she lets him come, disappear when he lowers his head again and his tongue darts out to dance across the tip of her clit.

 

He’s slow and measured and like everything else he’s done so far, he takes his time.   It’s as if he intends to wring every ounce of sensation, of anticipation, of lust and longing out of her body. He circles slowly, lazily, tracing out symbols or geometric shapes that remind her of the writing she sees swirling on the monitor sometimes. She can feel the ancient language being invoked even if she’ll never understand what any of it fully represents. She feels it more intimately than any mindful understanding will ever give her. It means love. She knows that much is true.

 

The rhythm changes as he flickers and flutters against her, then flattens his tongue and he’s using it more firmly than before, his teeth coming into play, lightly, to tug and pull and send new shockwaves of delight stuttering through her body. He brings her close before backing her off again and beginning the dizzying swirl of licking and sucking and swallowing every drop of her arousal. He likes the taste, he’s told her so many times, and this…this is one of his favorite things to do.

 

She wants him desperately now, wants him inside her where she can clench down around him and he can’t stop her from coming, can’t back her off so easily when she’s tight and strong around him. She runs her hands over the soft, closely shorn hair and he stops to look at her, blue eyes strong and full of his own need. He’s close to his own breaking point and she knows it.

 

“I want you,” she whispers, “inside me. I want to come around you, squeeze you so hard that I make you scream. I want to—.” She breaks off because he’s put his mouth back on her and she knows yet again, it’s not about what she wants but what he wants to do for her. He wants to make her come with his mouth. And then…then he wants to make her come with his body.

 

He’s beginning to crack, though, his careful self-control fleeing at her words. She bucks upwards into him and he wraps his arms around her thighs, holding them down to prevent her from moving so much he loses his target. He enters her with his fingers and his tongue is hard now against her, not soft, and it works at her clit in a furious frenzy that has her orgasm spiraling violently through her within another minute.

 

When he makes her come it’s hard to describe. She feels like her mind and her body go in different directions, like she’s above and within him at the same time as being inside herself. It’s part of the bond they share, most intense at the moment of orgasm. She feels a thousand different sensations as every sense in her body comes alive, as muscles clench, every one pulled tight nearly to the point of pain, but no…it’s so much pleasure. Waves crash through her, tightening, contracting, wracking bliss from breast to womb and back again. Her body arches hard, rises from the bed and he doesn’t stop, just continues on until she thinks she might simply die from the sheer, unadulterated pleasure.

 

She knows he’s using the telepathic link to enhance it, extend it, prolong this moment to be almost unbearable. He cheats like that, doesn’t even need to touch her temples anymore to have access to the portion of her brain dedicated to sexual fulfillment. When he finally lets her come down again she is limp and weak and feels like she’ll be utterly useless in the return of giving back what she’s taken from him.

 

The Doctor has pulled away and is sitting up, the fingers that had been inside her now in his mouth as he pursues the last of her flavor. “I’ll give you some time to rest if you think you need it,” he says and there is so much male pride in his voice at what he’s just done that Rose wants desperately to wipe the smirk off his face.

 

She puts as much energy as she can muster into her voice and says, “Oh, no, I could go again. Easily.” His eyebrows rise and his eyes widen then narrow at her boast.

 

“Oh, really?” he asks and that hint of evil is back on his face and she knows she’s going to pay for her words in the best possible way if she lets him do whatever it has just come into his mind to do.

 

“Um…no, not really,” she says. “Utterly, completely, thoroughly sated here.”

 

“Hmm…I don’t think so, or you wouldn’t have said that,” he says lightly fingering her over-sensitized clit. She nearly leaps from the bed. “I think you want me to do it again.” He’s smug, so smug, and as much as she wants to keep teasing him for it, she’s not sure she can handle the intensity of the way he makes her come again quite this soon.

 

“Doctor, I’m not sure I…don’t you want to…?”

 

“Told you, Rose Tyler, tonight’s all about pleasing you.”

 

She doesn’t exactly regret her words as he brings her back to the brink again and again before pushing her over the edge that night, but she knows that hours later when he finally slides home inside her body that she will never turn down an offer to rest between bouts again. She can challenge him in a lot of things, but his ability to wear her out during lovemaking will never be one of them. Or maybe, maybe, she thinks with an exhausted smile, just once in a while…she will.