She can pick the darnest Times and Places to give him Dancing Lessons...
The Treehomes of Carati 3
He hadn't expected anything like this when she'd told him she'd purchased a vacation home on Carati 3. Bought it, and just now they were outside one of the upper observation points of the Tree-home she'd gotten, rope ladders and stairs grown from the branches of the boarati tree led to this point. The topmost platform was where the TARDIS was parked, this one was one below that. The main house was several stories lower.
The ground was almost half a mile below the main house. Where they were was a tricky bit of the 'trail' from the TARDIS to the platform she'd insisted he come and see...there was only one way out of it and the way Rose was positioned, it was unusable...as it was, she was in a nearly upright, but still somewhat reclining position, her bare feet braced securely to hold her just so, her arms draped over supporting straps and he was between her thighs, he wasn't going any further unless she moved.
It also a good thing that this tree was huge, hollow at this point and there was a flat spot where she'd actually set up bedding. They hadn't actually made it all the way to the bedding though.
Oh no, instead they were situated in the very narrow crotch of a massive branch a safety net below them completely surrounding the tremendous trunk, support straps under her and her legs already thrown open.
"Good Gallifrey," The Doctor panted, wedged in good and tight now, which was fortunate as he'd just glanced down to see that her skirt had ridden up and was bunched around her waist...and it was then that the Doctor discovered that Rose wasn't wearing anything under that short skirt of her's. Not a blessed thing, at all. Her drenched snatch was fully exposed to his eyes, exposure which he took advantage of to stare at it hungrily, watching it quiver under his gaze. He moaned because he couldn't move enough to taste it. Mouth watering, he did the second best thing.
He fingered her, diddling her already swollen clit, then slid three fingers into her well lubed hole to fuck her that way as she reached for his own crotch. The Doctor humped into her hand as she caressed him through his breeches, rubbing him and making any possible protests die before they were spoken. A moment later, her little hands were busy at his zipper.
"Eat me later, I want you to fuck me right now."
No possible way this was an accident, not when she was wearing that smile and pulling him free of his trousers, palming him, stroking him...positioning his cockhead at her entrance only when his hips had started to buck.
He slid his dick into her wet heat, buried to the root in one hard push. She clung to the support straps and shoved her center upward and forward to meet the thrust, impaling herself on his shaft. She gave him no time to second guess her or even think, really. She'd introduced him to sex shortly after he'd brought home a woman he thought was a stranger, in grotesque lipstick and a worse wig, now she pounced him in the damnedest locations. Rose, he'd learned, enjoyed it when he used filthy language during sex and did the same.
"Fuck me, Doctor. Harder!"
He opened his mouth to latch on to one nipple as he grasped them both in his hands. "Yeah, nice boobs you've got, Tyler," He groaned, hips beginning to move between her thighs, driving into her like a jackhammer in response to her filthy little smile. "So hot, tight, so damned good, ohhh, yes, give it to me, wife!"
It didn't last long, not when she'd managed to blindside him like that. His restraint was always shaky when she ambushed him and his passion at the most powerful. Not too long afterward, they both sent cries and calls of completion echoing around the forest, disturbing birds and such.
The pair of them shook the treetop with their coupling, shaking loose and dropping the rare gracu, the firefruit, in it's hard shell to the ground by the dozens. The impact would crack the shell and make access to the tenderness of the sweet fruit inside possible. The natives called it firefruit because it required passion to shake it loose.
Their tree was isolated, so Rose had put out barrels and the odd basket here and there, with signs set out that whatever landed in the baskets were free to private citizens, white barrels to grocers, green barrels to the Temple and whatever lay upon the ground was to be left an offering of the soil provided for that purpose, enough to cover the fruit in the hope it would set down roots.
The local temple noticed the shaking...violently shaking tree...and upon seeing these signs enforced the offering of soil to the fruit on the ground, the trees had a hard time setting root and the pre-mixed soils were found in bag. It cost them nothing except to leave the fruit where it lay. The priestesshood tested the soil and found it was particularly high grade for gracti trees, though not particularly good for anything else. Apparently, it was a species specific blend, mixed with the gracti trees in mind. They immediately sent a single bag to the temple to be copied.
Because once the gracu succeeded in getting the first root down, though, more followed quickly. The rooted seed within the fruit grew rapidly, to the tune of several feet a day for the first two years, before it settled down to growing several feet a year instead. It took them twenty years to flower for the first time, five years more to set fruit.
As the head of the gathering party watched, several soil covered seeds were sending their first sprouts up and skyward. By the time the last of the baskets and barrels had been hauled away, eighty young trees were growing and doing so at a wonderful pace. The priestesses dumped out the last three bags on three more seeds, but the remainder would be food for whatever animals found them, still left on the ground.
"Eighty-three new trees during a shaking...and since there is still falling fruit it's not over yet, is a record."
"Yes. They did well...much passion was needed to shake a tree that hard."
"Well, Rose did promise that the largest tree of their tree homes would be the mother of many..."
"So she did." Both women laughed.
"Said something about having what she called 'half-naked ambush' plans for her husband." The younger woman told her mentor who laughed bawdily at the comment.
~TBC~