Comparing Notes 2

Monday, 28 February 2011

12:27 PM

His eyes glittered dangerously and a slow, feral smile inched its way across his face. If she didn't know him so well she might have been intimidated. Instead, she burned with need. The need to cast aside all the pretence and admit what they both wanted.

For a long moment they simply stared at each other, pressed close, chests heaving with desire. The friction that created was beginning to drive her mad, so she pulled his head back down to hers for another of his mind-melting kisses.

His tongue seemed intent on discovering every nerve-ending in her mouth, so she decided to do some exploring of her own. Her hands slipped under his jumper again and slid slowly up his back, savouring the feel of his soft skin, warmer than she remembered. Obligingly, he eased back far enough to allow her to slide a hand around to his chest.

When one of his hands closed over her breast she suddenly realized his ulterior motive in allowing her some space. Then his fingers slipped inside her bra to brush teasingly over her nipple and she could do nothing but arch into his touch and moan into the kiss. She felt his response pressed hard against her stomach and had to fight down another moan.

His hand slipped lower now, suddenly urgent. As he fumbled ineffectually with the button on her jeans she found herself wishing she'd worn something else today.

With a frustrated growl he pulled his mouth from hers to focus on the difficult task. "You know," he panted, "it wouldn't kill you to wear a skirt occasionally."

"Okay, next time you're planning on ravishing me in a dark alley, let me know and I'll dress for ... ohhh!"

He'd won the battle with her jeans and slid a triumphant hand down into her panties, driving all rational thought from her brain. He stroked her slowly and gave her that smug, feral grin again.

Two can play at that game, she thought. One hand drifted down to gently rub his erection through his trousers. His hand froze against her. While he was paralyzed she opened his trousers, with considerably less difficulty she noted, and took him in her hand. She stroked her hand along his length and felt a noise that sounded suspiciously like a purr vibrate through his entire body. Intrigued, she repeated the action. This time the sound was accompanied by a convulsive movement of his hand that had her gasping.

Again he stilled, disentangling a hand from her bra to cup her face and forcing her to look at him. "Rose, are you sure about this?" he rasped.

Her incredulous look apparently did nothing to convince him, so she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Yes."

In a flurry of movement he pushed both her jeans and knickers to the ground, freed her feet from them and hoisted her effortlessly into the air. All she could do was wrap her arms around his shoulders, her legs about his waist and trust him not to drop her. Her back braced against the wall she felt him pause, poised at her entrance, waiting for her. Impatiently she tugged on his shoulders and he pushed into her with one smooth movement.

Momentary discomfort dissolved into a slow-burning pleasure. The feeling of him moving within her was like nothing she'd ever experienced. He was wilder and more exciting than Jimmy Stone, safer and more gentle than Mickey could ever hope to be. And he was hers. Maybe just for this moment, but hers.

His movements were becoming less coordinated as they both approached the edge. She was so close, and she could feel him holding tight to his control, not wanting to leave her behind. His grasp on her slipped slightly as he tried to free a hand.

Panicked momentarily by the shift in balance she clenched tightly around him. He moaned, and bit gently at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and that was all it took. They were both flying, melting, singing. Finally they came to rest against the wall, a sticky, heaving mass.

For several long moments they were silent as they recovered. The Doctor was still pressed tightly into her, nuzzling kisses to her throat. "We really need to get back to the TARDIS now."

"Now?"

"Yeah. Need less clothes," he tugged at her tee-shirt. "And more time to explore."

Her mouth felt suddenly dry. They stared at each other, electricity crackling between them. She pressed a kiss to his ear and felt him harden again within her. Alien indeed.

"You'd better let me down then, or we'll never get there."

Carefully he pulled out and lowered her to the ground. He knelt before her and helped her step into her panties and jeans, planting kisses up her thighs as he pulled them up. A little revenge was called for.

"Besides," she continued casually, "I need to call Shireen. Tell her I've just had a 900 year-old alien against a wall in an alley behind a pub. She's convinced I don't know how to live dangerously."

"Is that right?" he rumbled, standing to press against her once more. "There are people I could call, you know, who'd be very interested to hear about the sexy, young blonde I've just had against a wall in an alley behind a pub. But I won't."

"Why's that?"

He swooped down for another deep, dark kiss. "Because you're mine. I don't want to share."

"I would appreciate it, my good fellow, if you would unhand my young friend. She doesn't appreciate it, and it's hardly the way to make a good first impression."

They baffled him, really, humanoid mating rituals. What baffled him even more was the apparent inability of the males to recognize a rejection. It was blatantly obvious, even to him, that Peri wasn't interested in most of the advances she got. Why didn't her would-be suitors realize it? He was certain the last one would be walking with a limp for a very long time. Thank goodness he was above all that.

"Come along, Peri. I think it's time we left."

"Well it's about time."

The Doctor wrenched open the door, took two paces, and froze. Across the street was his ninth self, hand-in-hand with his young companion, Rose, who looked somewhat disheveled. Dumbstruck, he watched as they paused in the shadows of an alley for a kiss. There was nothing chaste about it. After a long moment they separated and practically dragged each other down the street.

"Doctor what are you doing? You're blocking the door."

Peri sounded quite peeved, but he found he couldn't move. Finally she slid around him. "What is it, Doctor?" she laid a hand on his arm, glancing uneasily up and down the now-deserted street. "What's wrong?"

"Um ... er ... nothing. Shall we go?" With that he strode off in the opposite direction to his counterpart, a confused Peri trailing behind. What on Earth has happened to me … him?

Rose had never been so glad to see the TARDIS. She was certain they'd parked much closer. Probably didn't help that they'd been sort of distracted on the way back.

"Oi! What are you waiting for?"

The Doctor had yanked open the door and when she didn't immediately follow him in he grabbed her by the elbow and propelled her inside. He hustled up the gang-plank into the console room. Normally she'd protest about being man-handled like that, but she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her and the smoldering fire in his eyes too much.

It came as no surprise when he pinned her to the central console and lifted her up to sit on one edge. He was the only thing stopping her from sliding off, and that was just fine by her. This time his kiss was slow and languid, but just as world-shaking. It was a good ten minutes before they surfaced, and another couple before they noticed they had an audience.

"Hey, don't let me interrupt, guys. I was enjoying the show." A sleep-tousled, shirtless Jack lounged in the doorway, watching them with interest. "Unless you'd like me to join you?"

Rose wrapped her arms around the Doctor's waist and smirked at Jack. "Sorry. I'm an only child. I don't share my toys."

The Doctor didn't bother removing his hands from under her top. He slid a palm up her side and kissed the side of her neck. Rose moaned and heard Jack do the same. "Yeah, push off, Jack. Can't you see we're busy?"

Jack laughed. "Can't blame a guy for trying. But if you change your minds you know where to find me." With that he turned and flounced out the door. His parting shot drifted along the corridor to them. "... and it's about time, too."

The Doctor grinned down at her. "So Rose Tyler, your bed or mine?"

Hmmm. Her bed was closer, but his was undiscovered territory and she was an adventurer at heart. "Yours."