Title: None as of yet.
Author: HouseCat.
Rating: M.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. :(
This hit me pretty suddenly, and I decided to get it down before it disappeared. Not sure where it's going to go right now, but whatever the destination, there will be smut. And that is all you need to know.
Rose was having dreams. Improper dreams. Dreams that had her waking with a sudden rush of blood to the apex of her thighs, while she gasped to breathe.
Tonight was no exception.
Her body was tangled in her sheets, hair plastered to her bare shoulders, but her mind was in a faraway place, watching the Doctor kiss and lick his way down her belly.
She clutched the blankets beneath her, biting her lip in anticipation, as she felt his hot breath sweeping her skin, leaving tiny droplets of moisture to mingle with her sweat. He drew nearer to the place she wanted – needed – him most, and she moaned as her muscles clenched deep inside. The Doctor looked up from her hip bone, his lips curving into a smile. Rose recognised it as the mischievous, I'm-planning-something-you're-not-going-to-like smile that melted her into a horny puddle on a regular basis, and shot him a warning look.
He let it whizz right past him, and settled back down to caress her hips with his tongue, every so often moving up to her navel, allowing his tie to lightly bump her clit. She jolted, squeezing her eyes shut, wishing him straight to the fiery pits of hell. His hand roamed up her bare thigh, his fingers stroking up, down, around, but never giving her the contact she so desperately wanted.
"Doctor..." She growled, letting her head drop back to the pillow.
She felt him smile against the soft skin of her inner thigh, before pulling away. She was about to protest when she felt his tongue – that wonderful, frustrating tongue – probing her slick folds, finding its way inside and opening them in one swift motion. She gasped, gripping the blankets tighter. He licked her twice, thrice, before flattening his tongue against the swollen nub and massaging it gently. Rose moaned again, this time in encouragement.
A slender finger poised itself at her entrance, swiping the fluids that were gathering there. She pushed herself down the bed an inch in a vain attempt to coax him inside, and he chuckled, sliding his middle finger inside her smoothly. Lips closing in on her clit, he gently suckled, adding a second finger, and pumping her slowly, forcefully.
Friction! Oh god, she was close. So very close. She pressed her head further into the pillow, hair fanning around her, breasts heaving into the chilly air. The Doctor added a third finger and continued to thrust, suckling and nipping at her clit with more force, not quite enough to cause an overload of sensation, but just enough to bring her to the brink, gasping for air, moaning as the first waves of pleasure began to radiate from between her thighs –
Rose's eyes snapped open. She blinked into the TARDIS's morning light, feeling the waves retreat, leaving a steady, pulsing need in their absence.
"Fuck!"
"What's that, you say?" The Doctor's voice carried down the hall, somewhere close by. She scrambled from the bed, pulling the sheet properly around her semi-naked form, grabbing for a bathrobe.
"N-nothing! Just... stubbed my toe." She called back, hurrying to the shower room to finish what her subconsciousness had started - without the assistance of the floppy-haired Time Lord's expert fingers and even more expert tongue.
She sighed.