"Round two?" Matt exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. "We just finished round one! I know you're a woman and the female body works in mysterious ways Kaz, but I'm a man. I need time to recover." He sighed, his back still pressed against Moffat's desk -
Which he had had sex on.
Crossing his arms, Matt closed his eyes and concentrated on slowing down his breathing. A light sheen of sweat had dewed upon the first half of his body, and he could feel every muscle in his system beginning to relax. Sighing, he brought both hands to his head and buried them in his sweaty hair, pushing it away from his face. He wasn't even thinking about what Karen was doing when suddenly he opened his eyes to find hers, upside down, staring at him. Startled, he jolted upright, smacking both of their foreheads together.
"Ugh, Matt!" She pulled away and winced, rubbing the skin on her face that was already starting to swell. "Seriously? Why?" She cursed under her breath.
Matt groaned and let his head fall back against the cool wood beneath him. "You're the one who scared me, stupid." And once again, she was hovering, her long, tangled hair dangerously close to tickling him.
"Then maybe you should woman up and stop being such a man," she muttered, smiling. Bending down, she kissed his lips Spider-man style.
Matt's hands automatically shot up to grasp her face, and he pressed his palms to her jaw. Well this was certainly an interesting way to kiss. It was... more challenging. Breaking out of his thoughts, Matt quickly flicked his tongue across her lower lip. Karen sighed, and her mouth opened in response, which still tasted like alcohol. He wanted to deepen the kiss but pulled away instead, trying to hide a grin as Karen growled.
"So, you really want to go another round?"
Karen crossed her arms over her still-bare chest and nodded, a mischievous smile dancing behind her darkened irises. "Yup."
Propping himself up on his elbows, he leaned forward, trying to move into a sitting position. But instead, he wobbled sideways and had to stop, relying solely on his arms for support.
"Either I'm still exhausted by your earlier performance or I'm still really drunk. Or both."
Karen watched him dubiously, allowing him to recover. She quickly scanned the room, locating their clothes scattered near the corner where he nearly broke her ribs. A quiet laugh escaped her lips but she doubt Matt noticed, who was now on his feet.
"Yeah – yeah. I'm right. It's both."
He sagged against the edge of Moffat's desk and blinked away the blurriness that had started to cloud the corners of his eyes. Rubbing them harshly, he shook his head from side to side and finally peered through his narrowed lids, once again finding Karen blatantly staring at him with an amused expression. Sighing, Matt rolled his eyes, finding her hand with his own only to bring it to his chest – an automatic gesture. Karen smiled at the warmth underneath his fingertips and giggled lightly at his sleepy demeanor.
"You better not fall asleep on me," she warned.
"On you? Like this?" He quickly raked his gaze up and down her bare body, raising his eyebrows in approval. "Never."
Karen smiled again in response, allowing herself to be drawn closer to Matt as he wound an arm around her waist. Settling herself against her body, she nestled her head into his neck so that her cheek was pressed against his shoulder.
"Kaz," Matt interjected.
"Hm?" She began tracing the collarbone that was opposite to her face, absentmindedly drawing patterns over the sturdy bone protruding there.
"We're naked."
She pulled away from him and found him biting his lip, obviously trying to hold in a laugh.
"Yes. Yes we are."
Matt chortled loudly, allowing a single snort to escape his throat.
"Oh, Matthew. You are still so trashed."
"Yep."
Karen leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, tearing her face away after a sweet, short moment. She yelped in surprise however, as Matt forcefully anchored a hand behind her neck, preventing her from freeing herself. He threw himself into another kiss at the same moment, the momentum knocking her off balance. Tripping over her own feet, Matt caught Karen and yanked her tightly against his corded body, making sure that their lips never separated in the process. She could feel herself flush with excitement as Matt uttered a noise of contentment into her parted mouth, making her shiver while he grabbed her arms tightly and brought them up around his neck before removing his own so that he could bury his hands into her tangled, silky hair.
Karen's breath quickly hitched, and she held on to him as if he was her everything – her life preserver, her rock, her air, and she slid her tongue into his velvety mouth, brushing it ardently against his own. Matt deepened the kiss even further, tilting his head at an angle so that he could have full access to the heaven that he was in. Sliding his hands down her shoulders and arms, he smoothed his palms against the sides of her back before slowly making his way to her bottom, squeezing her tighter against his waist. He moaned softly at the contact, breaking the kiss with labored breathing as he felt his body stir and prepare for what was to be "Round Two." Wrapping a hand around her thigh, Matt lifted it up and tethered it around his hip, urging Karen to move against him as he gently bucked himself forwards, colliding with her. He feathered her neck with light kisses as she grasped onto the hair at the nape of his neck, gliding her body over his with strong, deliberate movements. Karen felt a dull ache resonating in her abdomen as he whispered sweet, unintelligible things into her ear, and she hissed through her teeth when suddenly she felt his other hand slide in between her legs, soaking itself in her arousal. She grabbed a hold of his wrist and yanked it away, removing herself completely from Matt's body which was now scorching hot underneath her own.
Panting, Matt's eyes widened as he calculated her expression. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. You're driving me nuts," she replied with obvious desire saturating her voice.
"It's a talent," Matt joked, sniffing with mock pretentiousness. He grabbed her waist and violently pulled her to him again, making her gasp. "So..." he murmured, smiling at her while doing so. "I thought that was the point of all this?"
When Karen remained silent, he chuckled darkly. "Alright, then. The desk, or the floor?" He bent down and placed his lips against her shoulder, quickly nipping at it before slowly swirling the tip of his tongue around the bruising flesh. As he waited for her to answer, he found her hand once more and placed it over his heart, letting her feel the racing pulse there that could only be the product of his need for her.
Swallowing hard, she shook her head and laughed lightly, moving her hand upwards to cup the side of his cheek. "Neither," she said mischievously.
"What do you mean "neither?" His attention was momentarily lapsed by her reply, but Matt focused again on her body, dragging his entire mouth up the length of her neck, leaving a wet trail in its place. Karen shivered as electric shocks danced down her spine, and he grinned to himself, blowing lightly against the slicked skin.
"I'd rather a bed, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmm, yes I would."
"And I have the perfect bed in mind, actually."
"That's great, Kaz. Wonderful," he drawled, too consumed with his lust.
"Don't you want to know where it is?"
"Narnia?" Matt sighed, unwillingly pulling away from her. "I don't know, Karen. Why don't you enlighten me."
"I'd rather show you," she stated, her eyes lit up in excitement.
Matt's gaze narrowed slightly and he chomped down on his bottom lip.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you make me nervous," he blurted out, laughing at the truth of his words.
"Don't be such a stupid face. C'mon, let's go."
Matt's hands left her body as she darted away towards the corners of the room, grabbing their clothes in a pile that rested in her arms. Motioning for him to hurry up, Matt strided over to the door and shook his head at her before grasping the doorknob and yanking it open.
"Wait." Slamming the door shut, a small crease appeared on his forehead.
"What?"
"What if somebody else is walking around the set?"
She chuckled at his anxiety. "Matt, I honestly don't think anyone else is out there. Besides, if there were, they would have checked up on us by now. We weren't exactly quiet a few minutes ago."
"But we're naked!"
"Yes, we are! Oh, you're so brilliant, look at you."
"Shut up," he snapped.
Shuffling over to his now rigid body, Karen tilted her face upwards so that she was staring once more into the liquid peridot that were his eyes. "We're fine. Besides, I've never gone streaking before."
"Fine, but if we get caught, you are so dead."
"Deal."
Letting out an exasperated growl, Matt opened the door again and closed it behind him as they passed through into a darkened hallway.
"Follow me," Karen nearly cackled.
Taking off, she set a quick pace down the corridor, clutching the bundle of clothes to her chest. Matt followed aimlessly, occasionally casting nervous glances around every corner they turned. Adrenaline ran through his veins, setting them on fire, and he felt dangerously alive. He had to admit, he sort of liked the rush of running naked through the universe that was WHO. He supposed anything really was possible inside of it.
"Still scared?" Karen snickered as she looked back at him.
Raising an eyebrow, Matt grinned, easily quickening his strides to match her speed. "Nope."
"Brilliant!"
They rounded another corner and sprinted down the long passageway, both of their giggles softly echoing off of the walls around them.
"Is this it?" Matt whispered enthusiastically, breathing hard from the exertion of their run.
Coming to a stop at another door, Karen nodded her head and excitedly threw open the door, leaving them to stare into a pit of nothingness.
"Well, where are we?"
Just as before in Moffat's office, Karen's hand slid across the wall nearest to the door's frame and found the light pad. Flicking the switch on, light illuminated the room and she smiled to herself, walking right in and tossing their clothes next to the side of the TARDIS.
"Ha!"
Matt's jaw dropped open in surprise before the corners of his lips turning up into a wide smirk. His eyes flicked to Karen who looked a little smug with her arms crossed over her chest and her body propped up against the edge of the bed post's frame.
"Amy's room!"
"Yep." She laughed as Matt still stood underneath the doorway, seemingly unfocused as he gazed at everything near them.
Matt drank in all the blue that surrounded him – the blue walls, the blue TARDIS, Amy's blue little paintings and drawings and dolls... he shook his head, turning slightly to shut the door closed behind him.
"Is this a fantasy or a kink?" Matt asked as he strolled over towards the wooden blue box, winking at Karen as he did so.
"Who says it's either?"
He placed his palm against the polished timber and shifted his body half way in her direction. "You can't be serious. Everything about this just screams Karen."
"Hmph. Maybe you're right."
"Obviously," he droned, running his fingertips over the TARDIS some more.
"Hey, wait a min - "
The air was knocked out of him as he was spun around and harsly pushed up against the set's prop. He would have gasped, but Matt suddenly felt a hand slide up into his hair while something wet attacked his mouth, the shape of it molding against his like putty.
"Karen," he manage to choke out between their lips.
She purred, tilting her head towards his neck which she then began kissing. "Hi, Matt."
Still dazed, Matt gulped convulsively and rested his hands lightly on her waist.
Wait a minute...
"Are we role-playing?"
Karen giggled, shooting off vibrations throughout his shoulder. "No. Well it wasn't my intention, but I'm pretty deep in character and surprisingly, so are you."
What does that mean?
Oh.
The Doctor.
The Doctor pushes Amy off of him right in this very spot.
"So," she interjected, "Are we role-playing or not?"
What?
"Do you really even have to ask?" he growled low in his throat, wrapping his arms around her bare back.
"Thank god," she breathed, letting him swoop down upon her once more, her lips crashing into his.
He felt his body stir with jubilation, and so he deepened the kiss, gliding a hand up across Karen's ribs to palm over her breast. Squirming against Matt's touch, she freed her hands of his hair and cupped his neck, allowing her thumbs to trail over the line of his perfect, strong jaw.
"Matt," Karen whispered when their mouths parted briefly.
"No, don't talk," he said half-seriously.
"You have a great chin," she murmured.
"Okay, keep talking."
She smiled, and pressed herself to him, deliberately wiggling her hips against his so that he tensed against her. Karen's ribs ached under Matt's strong hold, and so she let a hand drift down over his chest and stomach... allowing it to graze across the flesh of his hardness - but only just.
"You bloody tease," he growled.
"Always."
Karen yelped as Matt suddenly scooped her up in a graceful movement, clutching her whole body to his chest in bridal style. He grinned at her doe eyes and slowly made his way over to the bed, dropping her gently onto it's tidy blankets. Karen's red hair fanned out around her face, clashing against the bed's TARDIS blue sheets. Her porcelain skin was flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, and her chest heaved with her heavy breaths. But most of all, her eyes were bright and shining, and she flashed Matt a wicked smile before propping herself up by her elbows.
Matt didn't know when his brain registered for him to move, but he stepped once towards the bed and sank himself down on top of her, heading straight for her neck so that he could nuzzle his face into it.
"Mmm... you smell absolutely wonderful."
Giggling, Karen rubbed his back with her hands, occasionally digging her nails into him as he pleasured the hollowed area between her jaw and ear. His skin felt like paradise sliding over her own – he was so warm and hard in the areas that she was soft... She could see prominent veins and tendons stick out against his flesh as he trembled with energy. His head had dipped further down to her collarbone and she could feel herself practically hum with satisfaction as he traveled further still, swirling his tongue over one of her breasts, his hand gently kneading the other until she squirmed. Karen then sighed breathlessly, writhing underneath Matt's hands as they set off tiny little shivers down her spine.
Matt kept slinking off of her as he trailed his way down her torso with feathery kisses. Karen's body was unbelievably pliable – he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and squeeze as hard as he could. Arriving at her belly button, she felt one of her hands tangle itself in his floppy hair, and he positioned himself lower, spreading her legs apart and lifting the snowy limbs onto his shoulders. He heard her breath cut off then and he laughed, turning his head to press a kiss against the inside of thigh.
Karen could feel his hot exhalations on her and she waited, Matt's messy hair tickling her all around. She wanted to beg but she didn't. Instead, she patiently played with his fringe, feeling her body grow wetter by the second.
Absentmindedly, Karen quietly laughed to herself. "What? Is the Doctor having second thoughts?"
No longer had the words come out of her mouth did she feel a blazing hot sensation where Matt's head was. Fire suddenly coated her veins and she felt his tongue flick out, twisting in unexpected ways – briefly touching upon her most intricate parts without hesitation. She gasped while her hips jerked up and he had to stifle something – a giggle perhaps, as he clutched onto her legs more tightly, pinning them down.
He was quite good at this, she had to admit. She bit down on her lip to keep from making any excessive noise, but basically all she wanted to do was yell and shout and beg for more as he plundered her folds with his mouth. Retracting a bit, Matt made one straight line from her sopping core all the way to that oh so needed tiny, little nub, causing Karen's hand to pull at his head as if she could force more of herself onto his face.
"Matt," she whimpered, breathing heavily.
"You're close." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. The vibrations from his mouth spiraled out all around her, causing her to spasm. He held her even tighter, drawing little circles on her thighs with his thumbs.
"Yes..."
Matt smiled, obviously pleased with himself. "Good." He inched forward to lap at her again but suddenly, Karen shot up, wrapping her fingers around his hands so that she could yank them away.
"What...?"
Matt felt himself being pulled upright as Karen lunged at him, crashing her mouth to his – and frankly, not in a very gentle demeanor at all. A wave of desire then abruptly swept over him as he knew what she wanted, and so Matt pushed her backwards on to the bed, covering her body with his own like before. He growled low in his throat as she bit and sucked on his lower lip and he grinded himself against her hips, causing her arms to shoot out and lock around his neck.
"Now?"
Karen grinned widely, her pale cheeks aflame with color. "If not now then I'm going home."
"Your wish..."
Matt reached down and grabbed himself carefully, slowly teasing her by rubbing himself up and down her sopping core. He shuddered at the contact and licked his own lips, ignoring Karen pulling and tugging at him before finally placing himself firmly above her. He thrusted once and felt himself fill Karen completely in a single movement, moaning deeply as her walls clenched around him.
"Oh," he whispered, smiling briefly, "The bed really is better."
"Told you."
Matt trailed the back of his hand down her cheek, dropping low to place a sweet kiss on to her lips.
Allowing Karen to wrap herself around his torso, Matt pulled out of her only to fill her up again, the warmth emanating from her body saturating his skin. He began moving slowly, keeping his thrusts to an even pace. His hands hurt from the tension in them – he gripped her bare waist hard, but he was trying not to bruise her...
Looking down, Matt could see Karen struggling. She was chewing her bottom lip rather viciously and Matt swooped down to remedy this – he forced her mouth open with his own and intended to ravage it like the way it should be ravaged.
Stopping all movement, his hands flew to her face and held it steady while he kissed her senseless. She groaned as he slid his tongue in out and between her lips, teasing her. Clawing at his back, Karen dragged her nails down in two straight rows until she reached his bottom. Matt broke contact briefly as he hissed in pain, and then bowed his head at her neck again, palming the other side as he thrusted inside her once more.
His breathing grew harsher when he paced himself slowly, grinding into her with easy, vigorous movements. Karen pressed a hand against the bed's headboard for leverage as her body rocked in time with Matt, and she shimmied herself in time to his tempo so that their hips clashed. She could hear Matt murmur something to himself in between thrusts, and muscles at the bottom of her stomach began tightening – she could feel a steady thrum of energy building there as if somebody had turned on a light switch.
"Matt..."
He groaned, thrusting into her as she whispered his name. "Karen, I've forgotten about something," he muttered, suddenly smiling.
"No, don't stop," she begged, reaching out for him when their motion halted altogether.
But, Matt pushed her back down and picked himself up, grinning. His chest was glistening with sweat, but his eyes were on fire with some unreadable emotion within them. Pushing her knees further apart, he placed a hand on her stomach, running his fingertips over its glossy exterior. "Listen, Karen. I was right – the female body does work in mysterious ways, and I've forgotten about that completely. I'm sorry." He was still breathing hard but his words came out stronger – more... confident.
"Apology accepted. Now get moving again," she nearly snarled.
"Do as I say, then. When I tell you to, arch your back. Okay?"
"If I do, does that mean we get to go back to the shagging part?"
Matt chuckled, running his free hand through his matted hair. "Yes."
"Fine," she muttered, reaching for him again.
Instead, Matt gently knocked her arm away and leaned himself slightly backwards, so that he was at an angle. Pulling himself out of her, he grimaced at the cold air that suddenly surrounded him and fought back the instinct that told him to slam himself inside her again.
He was at her entrance when his breathing became erratic again – Karen watched his peridot irses darken to an emerald color and she made a noise of protest which earned her another smile.
Inhaling deeply through his nose, Matt's hands gripped onto her waist and he licked his lips, sliding himself in an inch.
"Go. Arch your back now, Kaz," he growled.
As he felt Karen contort unto his wishes, he buried himself in her walls in one single, perfect thrust, cursing under his breath as he found what he was looking for. Matt could feel every angle of her slicked walls as he drove into her, finally brushing against a patch of what felt like rough, grainy skin... until he did it – Matt exhaled when he felt the tip of himself collide against something pea-sized and circularly shaped.
Karen's body spasmed quite literally as she fell limp onto the bed, and her mouth opened for a shriek that never came. Matt pressed their foreheads together as she fought for the ability to speak.
"You see?" I've totally forgotten about that spot on a woman! And it's such a basic part of your anatomy, as well! I'm so thick. No, wait... I'm just drunk."
Karen nodded her head and kissed him with abrupt urgency – the live wire in her stomach was igniting again and she could feel its glow heating everything around it. He laughed underneath her lips and stroked her cheek with a hand, obviously pleased with himself.
"Get moving," Karen commanded, all the while straining to pull him closer.
"Yes... ma'am."
Now that he knew how to finally steer, Matt aimed his thrusts at a slight angle so that he could replicate his movements. Finding her left hand, Matt took it in his and laced their fingers together, resting it far above her head. He could feel sweat dew upon the back of his neck, and he breathed heavily, his hot pants coming out in sharp exhales with each thrust.
Karen however, was a writhing mess underneath him, desperately trying to meet him with every motion of his body with her own. She chomped down on her lower lip, swallowing a string of obscenities and other types of noises. Matt's eyes closed and he groaned, feeling himself slowly start to swell inside of her.
"Karen, you're so beautiful," he softly blurted out, grunting mid-thrust.
She gasped as he pushed himself so abruptly deep into her as if he was trying to prove his statements through his actions. He leaned in and kissed her lips but had to retract himself as he focused on keeping composure. Wanting to let her enjoy this the most, he started chanting song lyrics in his head while increasing his tempo and all the while feel himself repeatedly bump into the cluster of nerves right behind her walls' entrance. He didn't want to finish until she did. But god, she felt so good. So right.
No. Not yet, not yet. Concentrate.
Bending down to pepper the side of her neck with soft kisses, she moaned, wrapping her arms around his back to pull him even closer. Karen drew her knees up further up to herself and grinded against his thrusts, gasping for air as the fire in her belly became more intense with each stroke of himself inside her.
"Matt – just go... keep going, please," she pleaded, giving herself over to her senses.
"Are you close?" he asked through his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as she uttered another needy moan, the sound of it nearly driving him other the edge right then and there.
"Yes. So close... so - " and she trailed off as he buried himself so deep – so to the hilt that her breathing stopped completely, he left himself right there in that position and quickly brought his hand down in between their tangled state, maneuvering around himself so that he found her exposed parts. Matt began rubbing her and she choked on air, begging him not to stop. He knew he wouldn't last any longer if she didn't shut up, and so he pressed down on her hard while thrusting himself forward one last time, hoping for results.
And, it was enough.
Karen immediately bucked upwards, sinking her teeth into his clenched shoulder, whimpering out his name over and over again as stars exploded behind her eyes. The rest of her body instantly became numb as she felt her lower regions squeeze themselves and contract around Matt who still filled her, leaving her only with the inferno that spiraled its tendrils out from within her to touch her body everywhere else. Watching her orgasm, Matt started up a new rhythm, wanting – no... needing to pleasure her as much as possible. He thrusted into her over and over again throughout the measure of her bliss, clenching his jaw as she continued to make those damned, irresistible moans of ecstacy.
"Karen..." he warned breathlessly.
She stroked the sweaty hair away from his face and urged him on with her hips, despite her undoing. Looking into his lust filled gaze, she smiled.
"Let go, Matt. You can let go..."
And that was the signal for Matt to do exactly as he needed. With her blessing, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, only needing a little nudge from both of them to set him off. He swelled up, and allowed his head to bow as he shuddered, whimpering each time he released himself inside her. Matt gasped, huffing out pent up breaths with sharp exhales and thrusted one last time, collapsing into Karen's waiting arms with a final and defeated groan.
She stroked his glistening back, feeling the ripples of muscle contract and relax over and over again as he shifted in her hold. Eventually, he rolled over, leaving himself inside her as he wound an arm around her waist. Matt drew her close so that their chests were touching, and he sighed, content with his and her work for the night.
Though his eyes closed, he still grabbed a piece of her crimson hair, twirling and twisting it around his index finger as she studied him dubiously.
"What?" he murmured as she blatantly watched him.
"Nothing," she replied innocently.
"You're staring."
"Yes."
Chuckling, he looked into her eyes. "So, Round Three?"
"Mmmm, no. I don't think so." Her words were serious but Karen's eyes sparkled, like they always did when she was feeling mischievous.
"I can live with that, actually. I don't want you sucking me dry. I still have to walk in the morning, you know."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic. You're so drunk you probably won't remember half... if not most of this."
Matt's eyes automatically narrowed at her assumption. "No. No way is that happening."
"You think?"
Slowly, Matt leaned in and closed the distance between their faces, kissing her sweetly.
"I know."
