Three Hour Tour (2/?)
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amberfocusTitle: Three Hour Tour (2/?)
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amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Smut
Rating: Adult, this part
Betas:amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked after taking a three hour tour.
A/N: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sistersofguh Doctor/Rose End of Summer Smut-a-thon. Probably a total of 3 chapters. Not work or school safe and mind the kiddies. Ch. 2 and 3 use the prompt by housemaid79 which was: Nine/Rose: First time - Nine is not a sex god...and Rose not much more expert herself (and yet, in the end, a good time is had by all).
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.html
Kissing the Doctor was different than she’d imagined it would be. Rose had expected suave sophistication and thorough knowledge of what he was doing. After all, he’d boasted to her that he’d danced before and all of the innuendo that had flown between them time and again had made it sound like he was vastly experienced, or at least somewhat experienced, with women. This kiss was tentative and a little bit unsure. His lips were softer than she’d expected and he was far gentler than what she was used to.
Not that she was any expert with kissing either. She’d had exactly two boyfriends. Jimmy had pretty much only been interested in one use for her mouth and kissing hadn’t exactly been it. They hadn’t lasted long. Mickey had been an aggressive kisser, so aggressive sometimes her jaw had ached afterwards, but he’d been a sweet and considerate lover otherwise so she’d never complained. This was…nothing like that.
It wasn’t that the Doctor’s soft, hesitant kisses didn’t do marvelous things to her insides. They did. She just wanted…more. There had to be something in between. Her hand slipped up his body to cradle his face and with more bravery than she really felt she skipped her tongue across his bottom lip. He startled a bit, pulling his head back just for a few seconds, his mouth forming a surprised o. Rose followed him forward, pressing her lips slowly back to his again.
She peppered him with little kisses and when his lips began to relax, flipped her tongue out again to test the seal of his lips. This time he didn’t pull away from her, instead letting his mouth slip open enough for her tongue to dance through. She went slowly, afraid of startling him again. Just because his species “danced” didn’t necessarily mean they made love, or even kissed, quite the same way as humans. Maybe tongues weren’t a part of it for him.
If they hadn’t been, they were now, she thought, as the Doctor gathered up the courage to start exploring her own mouth with his tongue several seconds later. Rose made a garbled sound of delight and let him find his way around. Her fingers fisted in his jumper, trying to bring him closer. She succeeded somewhat as his lower half slid closer to her and she felt the very distinct form of his desire against her.
Rose picked up his hand and slid it under the hem of her t-shirt. The Doctor froze as his fingers encountered the bare skin there and for a moment she wondered if she’d gone too far too fast and this was all going to end in an embarrassed round of recrimination for her forwardness.
“Doctor?” she asked suddenly timid. She made a tiny little sound of frustration and then the Doctor returned to kissing her fully. As his hand began to move up her body she felt a soft shiver of anticipation whisper through her. It took him a bit of time, but eventually his large, long fingers were splayed across her breast. She’d stripped off her bra before settling down to sleep so there was nothing to hinder his access now.
Slowly he edged his fingertips along her breast, circling lightly from the outside in. He squeezed softly, molding the soft mound this way and that, cupping and stroking and finally pushing her shirt up to expose her breast to the night air. His thumb tweaked across the nipple and she let out a sudden, startled cry as desire swept straight to her core.
The Doctor froze at her noise then abruptly pulled away. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No!” she practically shouted at him. He tensed. “No,” she said more gently. “It feels…really good. You feel…really good.”
They stared at each other in the dark. When the Doctor didn't touch her again she could come to only one conclusion. “You don’t…want to, do you?” Rose said sadly.
“Don’t be daft,” he said. “’Course I do. It’s just…I’ve never done this—.”
“I thought you said you’d danced,” she interrupted.
“I have! It’s just been a while,” he admitted slowly. “And never with a—a human.”
“So I’m not good enough?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“Don’t call me stupid!” Rose snapped back.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.
“You keep pulling away like I’m doing something wrong!”
“Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing right!” he exclaimed. “I’m messing it all up. Look, it’s complicated, Rose. I want to be with you. I’m just…I’m not some sex god. It’s not going to be magically good and perfect and right. I don’t know what I’m doing here. The mechanics are the same, more or less, but…I don’t know what feels good for you. I don’t know what you’ll like or not like and I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to cock this up and never have the chance to be with you like this again.”
Rose’s breath hitched. He wanted more than this one time with her? She had hoped that tonight wasn’t just going to be a one off, but with him voicing the words, happiness flowed through her. She reached out and took the Doctor’s hand, squeezing it softly. “I don’t want a sex god, Doctor. I don’t want perfect. I just want you. You and me, figuring it out as we go, just like we do with everything else. When you lo—.” She broke off, her heart beating frantically at her slip. “Look, if anything hurts, I’ll tell you. Until then, feel free to do what feels natural to you.”
“Really?”
“I trust you, Doctor. I’ve trusted you with my life since we met. Now I’m trusting you with my body. I want this. I want you. Make love to me, Doctor.”
She reached for his head, her fingers scrabbling against the soft, short hair. She pulled his head back down, this time towards her breast. The Doctor guided her breast into his mouth, his tongue swiping across the nipple. Rose arched up into him, her hand clamping onto the back of his neck to keep him in place. She whispered words of encouragement as he made swift circles about the hardened bud. His other hand began to cup and knead the second breast and she felt arousal flooding her kickers.
He pulled back after several minutes. “Can we get rid of this?” he asked, fingering the shirt that was bunched up above her breasts.
She sat up and shucked it the rest of the way off and then she reached for the hem of his jumper. He raised his arms and she tugged it off over his head. Her hands found his chest and she ran them all over his newly exposed pectorals, ribcage and stomach. He sucked in his breath as she touched him and when her fingertips ghosted over his nipples he made a shocked sound of pleasure. “You like that?” she asked quietly.
“I like that,” he said, his voice so dark it sent her heart racing again. She pushed him on the shoulders until he fell backwards and she lay beside him, half on him. Hesitantly she reached out and flicked her tongue across his nipple. He hissed and his hand came up to rest on the back of her head. She continued to give him little cat-like licks as her hand wandered up and down his torso. She liked the way his muscles tensed and twisted under her touch.
His hand drifted from her head to make its way down her hair to the soft skin of her back. He stroked her spine and she squirmed when he moved to her ribs. “Ticklish,” she said against the hard little nub in her mouth. He did it again and she giggled then gasped as his hand quickly slid further down and squeezed her bum. “Think we should get rid of these, too,” he said, slipping his hand back up to her waistline and plucking at the cargo pants and knickers.
Rose slid her hand down to gently cup the front of his jeans. He made an inarticulate sound as her fingers rested on his maleness. She caressed him softly then moved her hand to his belt. “These could go, too,” she murmured.
They pulled apart and as Rose skimmed out of the rest of her clothes, the Doctor kicked frantically at his jeans as they tangled around his ankles. She smiled at his haste and stilled his legs, pulling the heavy fabric clear of him. At last they were both naked.
The moonlight filtering through the trees left them mostly in shadow, just the hint of shape and form visible. Rose hoped she’d get a chance to see what he looked like come morning. Then she decided she didn’t want to wait until morning. “Can we go down to the beach?” she asked.
“You want to go swimming now?” he asked, a slight bit of exasperation in his voice.
“No, I want to see you,” she admitted. “I want to see all of you.”
She could see the sudden gleaming of his teeth as he smiled. “Best idea you’ve had all night,” he said.
“Better than making love?” she teased.
“Second best,” he quickly amended. He scrambled to his feet and helped her to hers and they carefully picked their way barefoot down the little trail that led to the beach.
Once in full moonlight they just stared at each other. It was the Doctor that broke the silence. “You are…oh, Rose.” He swallowed. “You are so beautiful.” He reached out and stroked her breast and then slid his hand down to her hip.
She smiled then stepped back. “Let me look at you.” He did and she studied him thoughtfully. He was lean and long, his waist narrow, his hips not particularly wide. He was visibly erect and sizable enough that Rose gave a wide grin. Maybe seven or eight inches, but not too thick. He was hairless there and his balls were tight and close to his body. His long runner’s legs were muscular and strong, but the one thing she’d probably fantasized about more than anything was his bum. “Turn around,” she said softly and with a smirk he did.
“Oh, nice arse,” she said reaching out and firmly taking two solid handfuls of his buttocks and he jumped, then relaxed under her touch.
“Doesn’t disappoint?” he asked and she could hear the grin in his voice.
“What?” she asked in consternation.
“Caught you ogling a time or two, Rose Tyler,” he said.
“You did no such th—.” She stopped herself. “Well, maybe you did.” She fitted herself to his back, pressing her breasts into him, and then slid her hands around him, down the hollows of his hipbones and then further still to cradle his penis in one and his balls in the other. She gave him a swift stroke and he cried out.
“Rassilon, Rose!”
“You okay?” she asked loosening her hold.
“Oh, yeah,” he said turning in her arms to face her. He dipped his head and caught her mouth again, and this time when he kissed her, the hesitation was completely gone. Her arms crept up to circle his neck and she melted into the kiss for several long seconds. She was gasping for air when they parted.
He pushed her back from him and his eyes danced over her body again. He took no shortcuts, his eyes lingering on her breasts and hips and then at the apex of her thighs, where soft brown curls grew. He spun her about and smiled at her own perkily curved backside. “All that running does make for a nice bum,” he told her admiringly.
“That why we do it, then?” Rose giggled. “To give each other something to enjoy when we’re chasing after each other?”
“Could be,” laughed the Doctor. He dropped to the sand and pulled her down beside him. “Anything in particular you like?” he asked.
Rose blushed. “What…what do you know about human sex, then?” she asked him without answering his question.
“Tab A goes into slot B, wiggle until orgasm,” he said cheekily. “Pretty basic amongst species, really.”
“Yours?” she asked.
“We didn’t…really…do that,” he admitted slowly. “I mean, we could, and as a species we used to, but by my time…not so much.”
“How did you make baby Time Lords then?” she asked curiously.
“We didn’t. Time Lord is a rank, Rose, not a species. We made baby Gallifreyans. Going to the Academy for years and years and years and listening to boring old lectures and learning how to fly a TARDIS and genetic tinkering made you a Time Lord. Or Lady.”
“Gallifreyan?” she asked. She stumbled over the unfamiliar word, pleased that he’d shared this information with her.
“My planet…it was called Gallifrey.”
“Beautiful name.”
“It was a beautiful planet,” he said softly.
They were quiet then for a bit, stroking each other softly and kissing until the intensity got a bit strong and Rose needed to take a break for air. “How…how’d you make baby Gallifreyans then?” she finally asked a few moments later, curiosity getting the better of her.
He snorted into her hair at her question. “Genetic engineering. We had something called Looms. It was…complicated.”
“Ah. Can you have babies then, the old-fashioned way?” she asked pressing her lips to his chest and kissing just above his sternum.
“No. You might have noticed, I’m a male.” He wiggled against her, his hardness pressing insistently into her.
Rose laughed. “You know what I mean. I’m not gonna end up up the duff, am I? I’m way too young to have kids yet.”
“You’re way too young to be with me,” he muttered darkly.
“Don’t you dare,” she said warningly. “I’ve waited too long for you.” She hugged him tightly.
He laughed despite himself and smiled, hugging her back. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not ovulating, Rose,” he said.
“How do you know that?” she asked in surprise.
“Your scent changes through your cycle. You were a week ago.”
“You can smell that?”
“Human hormones are very strong, Rose. Least to my—.”
“Big nose?”
“Oi, I’ll have you know there’s a poet on Sarcon 2 that has written poetry about my nose.”
“I know. I was there. Very bad poetry, as it turned out,” she interrupted teasingly. She kissed the tip of his nose. “I like your big nose,” she said softly. “It adds character. Like the ears, too, if you didn’t know it.” He preened. “I suppose this scent thing is that superior Time Lord physiology again?” He laughed and nodded. “So then, we don’t have to worry about pregnancy?”
“Not right now, no. But later on…I mean, if you—if you want to continue this sort of—of relationship with—with me,” he stammered, “then sometimes, yeah, we’d have to take precautions.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So…you never answered my question before. About sex, I mean. Is there…is there anything in particular you like?” he asked.
“Never had anyone ask me that before,” she said softly.
“Don’t think much of your former lovers,” he sniffed.
“I…I don’t know,” she said. “What I like, I mean. I know what...what they liked. What do you like?” she asked.
“I know what I’d like to do,” he said.
“What?”
“This.” He slid down her body, pushed her thighs apart, and gently slipped his tongue between her folds. "That is if you have no objection." His words vibrated against her and she reached down to hold his head in place.
"No objection at all," she sighed.
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/379912.html
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Smut
Rating: Adult, this part
Betas:
amyo67, jeprdyfrndlySummary: The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked after taking a three hour tour.
A/N: Written for the
sistersofguh Doctor/Rose End of Summer Smut-a-thon. Probably a total of 3 chapters. Not work or school safe and mind the kiddies. Ch. 2 and 3 use the prompt by housemaid79 which was: Nine/Rose: First time - Nine is not a sex god...and Rose not much more expert herself (and yet, in the end, a good time is had by all).Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.html
Chapter Two: No Objection
Kissing the Doctor was different than she’d imagined it would be. Rose had expected suave sophistication and thorough knowledge of what he was doing. After all, he’d boasted to her that he’d danced before and all of the innuendo that had flown between them time and again had made it sound like he was vastly experienced, or at least somewhat experienced, with women. This kiss was tentative and a little bit unsure. His lips were softer than she’d expected and he was far gentler than what she was used to.
Not that she was any expert with kissing either. She’d had exactly two boyfriends. Jimmy had pretty much only been interested in one use for her mouth and kissing hadn’t exactly been it. They hadn’t lasted long. Mickey had been an aggressive kisser, so aggressive sometimes her jaw had ached afterwards, but he’d been a sweet and considerate lover otherwise so she’d never complained. This was…nothing like that.
It wasn’t that the Doctor’s soft, hesitant kisses didn’t do marvelous things to her insides. They did. She just wanted…more. There had to be something in between. Her hand slipped up his body to cradle his face and with more bravery than she really felt she skipped her tongue across his bottom lip. He startled a bit, pulling his head back just for a few seconds, his mouth forming a surprised o. Rose followed him forward, pressing her lips slowly back to his again.
She peppered him with little kisses and when his lips began to relax, flipped her tongue out again to test the seal of his lips. This time he didn’t pull away from her, instead letting his mouth slip open enough for her tongue to dance through. She went slowly, afraid of startling him again. Just because his species “danced” didn’t necessarily mean they made love, or even kissed, quite the same way as humans. Maybe tongues weren’t a part of it for him.
If they hadn’t been, they were now, she thought, as the Doctor gathered up the courage to start exploring her own mouth with his tongue several seconds later. Rose made a garbled sound of delight and let him find his way around. Her fingers fisted in his jumper, trying to bring him closer. She succeeded somewhat as his lower half slid closer to her and she felt the very distinct form of his desire against her.
Rose picked up his hand and slid it under the hem of her t-shirt. The Doctor froze as his fingers encountered the bare skin there and for a moment she wondered if she’d gone too far too fast and this was all going to end in an embarrassed round of recrimination for her forwardness.
“Doctor?” she asked suddenly timid. She made a tiny little sound of frustration and then the Doctor returned to kissing her fully. As his hand began to move up her body she felt a soft shiver of anticipation whisper through her. It took him a bit of time, but eventually his large, long fingers were splayed across her breast. She’d stripped off her bra before settling down to sleep so there was nothing to hinder his access now.
Slowly he edged his fingertips along her breast, circling lightly from the outside in. He squeezed softly, molding the soft mound this way and that, cupping and stroking and finally pushing her shirt up to expose her breast to the night air. His thumb tweaked across the nipple and she let out a sudden, startled cry as desire swept straight to her core.
The Doctor froze at her noise then abruptly pulled away. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No!” she practically shouted at him. He tensed. “No,” she said more gently. “It feels…really good. You feel…really good.”
They stared at each other in the dark. When the Doctor didn't touch her again she could come to only one conclusion. “You don’t…want to, do you?” Rose said sadly.
“Don’t be daft,” he said. “’Course I do. It’s just…I’ve never done this—.”
“I thought you said you’d danced,” she interrupted.
“I have! It’s just been a while,” he admitted slowly. “And never with a—a human.”
“So I’m not good enough?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“Don’t call me stupid!” Rose snapped back.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.
“You keep pulling away like I’m doing something wrong!”
“Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing right!” he exclaimed. “I’m messing it all up. Look, it’s complicated, Rose. I want to be with you. I’m just…I’m not some sex god. It’s not going to be magically good and perfect and right. I don’t know what I’m doing here. The mechanics are the same, more or less, but…I don’t know what feels good for you. I don’t know what you’ll like or not like and I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to cock this up and never have the chance to be with you like this again.”
Rose’s breath hitched. He wanted more than this one time with her? She had hoped that tonight wasn’t just going to be a one off, but with him voicing the words, happiness flowed through her. She reached out and took the Doctor’s hand, squeezing it softly. “I don’t want a sex god, Doctor. I don’t want perfect. I just want you. You and me, figuring it out as we go, just like we do with everything else. When you lo—.” She broke off, her heart beating frantically at her slip. “Look, if anything hurts, I’ll tell you. Until then, feel free to do what feels natural to you.”
“Really?”
“I trust you, Doctor. I’ve trusted you with my life since we met. Now I’m trusting you with my body. I want this. I want you. Make love to me, Doctor.”
She reached for his head, her fingers scrabbling against the soft, short hair. She pulled his head back down, this time towards her breast. The Doctor guided her breast into his mouth, his tongue swiping across the nipple. Rose arched up into him, her hand clamping onto the back of his neck to keep him in place. She whispered words of encouragement as he made swift circles about the hardened bud. His other hand began to cup and knead the second breast and she felt arousal flooding her kickers.
He pulled back after several minutes. “Can we get rid of this?” he asked, fingering the shirt that was bunched up above her breasts.
She sat up and shucked it the rest of the way off and then she reached for the hem of his jumper. He raised his arms and she tugged it off over his head. Her hands found his chest and she ran them all over his newly exposed pectorals, ribcage and stomach. He sucked in his breath as she touched him and when her fingertips ghosted over his nipples he made a shocked sound of pleasure. “You like that?” she asked quietly.
“I like that,” he said, his voice so dark it sent her heart racing again. She pushed him on the shoulders until he fell backwards and she lay beside him, half on him. Hesitantly she reached out and flicked her tongue across his nipple. He hissed and his hand came up to rest on the back of her head. She continued to give him little cat-like licks as her hand wandered up and down his torso. She liked the way his muscles tensed and twisted under her touch.
His hand drifted from her head to make its way down her hair to the soft skin of her back. He stroked her spine and she squirmed when he moved to her ribs. “Ticklish,” she said against the hard little nub in her mouth. He did it again and she giggled then gasped as his hand quickly slid further down and squeezed her bum. “Think we should get rid of these, too,” he said, slipping his hand back up to her waistline and plucking at the cargo pants and knickers.
Rose slid her hand down to gently cup the front of his jeans. He made an inarticulate sound as her fingers rested on his maleness. She caressed him softly then moved her hand to his belt. “These could go, too,” she murmured.
They pulled apart and as Rose skimmed out of the rest of her clothes, the Doctor kicked frantically at his jeans as they tangled around his ankles. She smiled at his haste and stilled his legs, pulling the heavy fabric clear of him. At last they were both naked.
The moonlight filtering through the trees left them mostly in shadow, just the hint of shape and form visible. Rose hoped she’d get a chance to see what he looked like come morning. Then she decided she didn’t want to wait until morning. “Can we go down to the beach?” she asked.
“You want to go swimming now?” he asked, a slight bit of exasperation in his voice.
“No, I want to see you,” she admitted. “I want to see all of you.”
She could see the sudden gleaming of his teeth as he smiled. “Best idea you’ve had all night,” he said.
“Better than making love?” she teased.
“Second best,” he quickly amended. He scrambled to his feet and helped her to hers and they carefully picked their way barefoot down the little trail that led to the beach.
Once in full moonlight they just stared at each other. It was the Doctor that broke the silence. “You are…oh, Rose.” He swallowed. “You are so beautiful.” He reached out and stroked her breast and then slid his hand down to her hip.
She smiled then stepped back. “Let me look at you.” He did and she studied him thoughtfully. He was lean and long, his waist narrow, his hips not particularly wide. He was visibly erect and sizable enough that Rose gave a wide grin. Maybe seven or eight inches, but not too thick. He was hairless there and his balls were tight and close to his body. His long runner’s legs were muscular and strong, but the one thing she’d probably fantasized about more than anything was his bum. “Turn around,” she said softly and with a smirk he did.
“Oh, nice arse,” she said reaching out and firmly taking two solid handfuls of his buttocks and he jumped, then relaxed under her touch.
“Doesn’t disappoint?” he asked and she could hear the grin in his voice.
“What?” she asked in consternation.
“Caught you ogling a time or two, Rose Tyler,” he said.
“You did no such th—.” She stopped herself. “Well, maybe you did.” She fitted herself to his back, pressing her breasts into him, and then slid her hands around him, down the hollows of his hipbones and then further still to cradle his penis in one and his balls in the other. She gave him a swift stroke and he cried out.
“Rassilon, Rose!”
“You okay?” she asked loosening her hold.
“Oh, yeah,” he said turning in her arms to face her. He dipped his head and caught her mouth again, and this time when he kissed her, the hesitation was completely gone. Her arms crept up to circle his neck and she melted into the kiss for several long seconds. She was gasping for air when they parted.
He pushed her back from him and his eyes danced over her body again. He took no shortcuts, his eyes lingering on her breasts and hips and then at the apex of her thighs, where soft brown curls grew. He spun her about and smiled at her own perkily curved backside. “All that running does make for a nice bum,” he told her admiringly.
“That why we do it, then?” Rose giggled. “To give each other something to enjoy when we’re chasing after each other?”
“Could be,” laughed the Doctor. He dropped to the sand and pulled her down beside him. “Anything in particular you like?” he asked.
Rose blushed. “What…what do you know about human sex, then?” she asked him without answering his question.
“Tab A goes into slot B, wiggle until orgasm,” he said cheekily. “Pretty basic amongst species, really.”
“Yours?” she asked.
“We didn’t…really…do that,” he admitted slowly. “I mean, we could, and as a species we used to, but by my time…not so much.”
“How did you make baby Time Lords then?” she asked curiously.
“We didn’t. Time Lord is a rank, Rose, not a species. We made baby Gallifreyans. Going to the Academy for years and years and years and listening to boring old lectures and learning how to fly a TARDIS and genetic tinkering made you a Time Lord. Or Lady.”
“Gallifreyan?” she asked. She stumbled over the unfamiliar word, pleased that he’d shared this information with her.
“My planet…it was called Gallifrey.”
“Beautiful name.”
“It was a beautiful planet,” he said softly.
They were quiet then for a bit, stroking each other softly and kissing until the intensity got a bit strong and Rose needed to take a break for air. “How…how’d you make baby Gallifreyans then?” she finally asked a few moments later, curiosity getting the better of her.
He snorted into her hair at her question. “Genetic engineering. We had something called Looms. It was…complicated.”
“Ah. Can you have babies then, the old-fashioned way?” she asked pressing her lips to his chest and kissing just above his sternum.
“No. You might have noticed, I’m a male.” He wiggled against her, his hardness pressing insistently into her.
Rose laughed. “You know what I mean. I’m not gonna end up up the duff, am I? I’m way too young to have kids yet.”
“You’re way too young to be with me,” he muttered darkly.
“Don’t you dare,” she said warningly. “I’ve waited too long for you.” She hugged him tightly.
He laughed despite himself and smiled, hugging her back. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not ovulating, Rose,” he said.
“How do you know that?” she asked in surprise.
“Your scent changes through your cycle. You were a week ago.”
“You can smell that?”
“Human hormones are very strong, Rose. Least to my—.”
“Big nose?”
“Oi, I’ll have you know there’s a poet on Sarcon 2 that has written poetry about my nose.”
“I know. I was there. Very bad poetry, as it turned out,” she interrupted teasingly. She kissed the tip of his nose. “I like your big nose,” she said softly. “It adds character. Like the ears, too, if you didn’t know it.” He preened. “I suppose this scent thing is that superior Time Lord physiology again?” He laughed and nodded. “So then, we don’t have to worry about pregnancy?”
“Not right now, no. But later on…I mean, if you—if you want to continue this sort of—of relationship with—with me,” he stammered, “then sometimes, yeah, we’d have to take precautions.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So…you never answered my question before. About sex, I mean. Is there…is there anything in particular you like?” he asked.
“Never had anyone ask me that before,” she said softly.
“Don’t think much of your former lovers,” he sniffed.
“I…I don’t know,” she said. “What I like, I mean. I know what...what they liked. What do you like?” she asked.
“I know what I’d like to do,” he said.
“What?”
“This.” He slid down her body, pushed her thighs apart, and gently slipped his tongue between her folds. "That is if you have no objection." His words vibrated against her and she reached down to hold his head in place.
"No objection at all," she sighed.
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/379912.html
