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amberfocus) wrote2008-11-21 08:26 pm
Happy Birthday Lostwolfchats--Smutlet Just for You
Author: amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smutlet, PWP, Romance
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Betas: Corusca and OtherMeWriter
Summary: Um...the Doctor and Rose have sex. That's pretty much it.
A/N: This started life as a double drabble but ended up being five paragraphs. Each paragraph is exactly 100 words. Lovingly dedicated to Lostwolf. I've adored you as a writer since your very first chapter on Teaspoon a little over a year ago. I've had more fun with you than any other author and I hope you have the best birthday ever. *big hugs*
She Offers This
He slides into the bed, the depression of his weight telling her that he’s there beside her. She’s exhausted from a long day of saving the universe, running, and generally getting into and out of trouble, but she doesn’t hesitate to roll onto her back and grant him access to her body. His hands move at lightning speed, pushing her flimsy sleepwear out of his way so he can hook his fingers into the lace of her knickers and rip it away. His fingers seek her sex and she doesn’t complain at their coldness, immediately opening her legs for him.
He is impatient, she can tell, for her body to respond to him and he brings his mouth down hard on hers in an open-mouthed kiss that leaves her breathless. His kisses always steal the air from her lungs in his greed. When he breaks it his mouth trails along her jaw to the pulse point of her neck, towards the flesh of her shoulder, then downward. His lips suckle at her breast, his tongue rolling around the heightened nipple, his fingers working against her clit. “Rose,” he gasps. “Need you so much.” His fingers plunge inside her in desperation.
There isn’t much in the way of moisture yet, but he cannot seem to stop himself and she will not deny him when his need of her is so great. She spreads her thighs further apart and arches up into his hand. “Doctor,” she says. “My Doctor.” It is hard for her to think of any other words when his body is this close to hers. Her arousal flares into life and she is grateful as it works its way down his fingers and eases his movements within her. She reaches for his torso and tugs his body into place.
He removes his fingers and pushes himself inside her in one sharp, hard thrust that has her gasping for breath. He gives her no time to adjust before his body is moving fast and furiously. She knows it is his fear of losing her that he acts out as he pounds himself into her body. His words in her ear echo what his shaft is telling another part of her. “Almost lost you. Never leave me. You are mine.” He repeats them like a mantra as he takes her body. And she won’t. She’ll never leave him. Because she’s his.
He plunges harder and harder as he races for completion. Her legs lock around his waist and he groans as it grants him deeper access. She flies apart, her orgasm coming upon her suddenly and from out of nowhere, or perhaps from his complete and total possession of her body, heart, and soul. It doesn’t take him long after that, a few more wild thrusts that nearly push her head into the headboard. He shudders violently and collapses on top of her. She lets him rest there, holds him tightly. It is what she offers, because he, too, is hers.
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