Chapter 1
The flat was quiet except for the ticking of an antique clock purchased on a whim when John and Rose first moved into their flat. He had been tickled by its simplicity and the irony of having it given his prior life as Last of the Time Lords. He sipped his morning tea and shot furtive glimpses at Rose doing the same. As they readied for their workday, John noted that Rose was dressed in a sleeveless blouse, a keyhole in the middle of her back, wearing a pencil skirt that stopped somewhere between her knees and her arse. She wore a garter with stockings, a "pencil line" seam that followed the back of her legs. He swallowed hard as he observed how the line disappearing into a pair of heels he thought he'd love to have pressed into his back while... oh, he had to stop thinking like this or he would make the both of them late for work. A plan began to form in his mind and, with Rose driving them to work, he had time to flesh out this plan to its fullest and most satisfying potential.
John didn't see Rose again until mid-morning. He stepped lightly through the hallway that led from his Torchwood lab to Rose's office. He had his plan in mind, hoping he could pull it off without becoming so aroused he couldn't make it through the day. When He reached her office, he knocked lightly not giving any indication to how tightly and deliciously wound he up he was. Rose knew by the knock it was John and invited him in; he quietly closed the door once inside and paused as he stared at the glimpse of skin through key hole in Rose's blouse. Rose was standing by her rather large office window, staring out into the morning sky. Without turning, she asked John what he needed. He remained quiet and focused on his task.
Walking so lightly his footfalls barely made a sound on the plush carpet of Rose's private office, he made his way over to her until he was inches away from her, her scent filling his nostrils. As he stepped closer to her, she tensed, having been put off guard by his stealth. John lightly trailed his fingertips down the back of her arms, slowly guiding her hands, until her palms rested against the window she had just been daydreaming through. Not sure what to expect but hoping his actions indicated something other than a boring morning at the office, Rose complied without him saying a word.
John lightly pressed his lips to the pulse point of Roses right wrist. With just a light flick of his tongue and a warm puff of breath, she felt a familiar coil roiling through her abdomen. He pressed light, damp kisses across the underside of her right arm until he reached the soft, tender skin of her under arm. Rose let out a quiet giggle; just a titter, really, not sure where John was planning to take his silent visit next.
As he felt her pulse begin to race and the scent of her arousal enveloped him, John skipped to the back of her neck, drawing her name with the sharp tip his tongue; using the beautiful circular writing of his long lost Gallifreyan home. In a low heady tone, his breath heavy with arousal, he spoke her name, breathing it on to her neck. As her knickers dampened, she tried to ask him why, but he quickly put his finger to her lips and whispered, "hush." After a moment, that, for Rose, felt like an aeon, John moved to the pulse point of her left arm and repeated the ministrations given to her right. With another breathy titter from Rose, he reached her under arm. He returned to the nape of her neck, leaning in to take in her scent once again, breathing lightly on the exposed skin causing her to shiver a bit.
Rose desperately wanted to touch him, to kiss him but, somehow knew that wasn't part of this game and he wouldn't allow it. He lightly pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades and paused as if waiting for her reaction. While she closed her eyes in anticipation of his next move, John lightly padded out of her office without another sound or any hint of his intent. Rose let her breath out slowly when she heard the door click shut, feeling a slight pang of disappointment.
Thankful for his "Superior Time Lord Biology," something he was lucky to have received in the metacrisis, John was able to keep any evidence of his arousal hidden. He had a plan, and wasn't going to deviate from it. He knew playing this type of game would make for a rough day for him, but he knew it would be worth the wait.
After she was sure he was gone, Rose slowly walked her chair and slumped into it, wondering what had just happened. She sat at her desk feeling unsatisfied and unfulfilled. Taking another deep breath and trying to calm her aroused body, she tried to focus on her laptop. It was going to be a long day for her, a long day of wondering and trying to suppress a need that a certain Time Lord metacrisis had incited in her. In fact, if John was feeling the result of his wicked plan at seduction causing him discomfort, Rose was feeling it worse, in fact, much worse than he anticipated.