Title: Flirting and Peril
Author: Shen
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Rose Tyler, The Tenth Doctor
Spoilers: Takes place during and after New Earth
Teaser: Cassandra's teasing on New Earth has made Rose think about how she views the Doctor...and what she should do about it.

Author's Note: This was my first attempt at smut, so do be kind. ;)

This time, she leaned in and started to kiss his jawline, his neck, down to his collar...

Chapter 7: Finally

When she got to his collar, Rose pulled the Doctor's tie out of his jacket and loosened it, managing to lift it over his head and drop it on a chair. She then started to make short work of his jacket and shirt buttons, only to be chagrined by the presence of a t-shirt beneath that.

"You wear too many clothes," she told him, glancing up for the first time since she'd started. He'd been watching her work with a lazy smile.

"Sorry; I guess I'm a lot of trouble." The apology was utterly-unconvincing. In response, Rose arched an eyebrow, then put both hands on his chest and pushed gently. He stepped back obligingly. No longer pressed against the kitchen table (which was probably good, since there was still hot tea on it), she stood up and pushed his jacket from his shoulders a little roughly. Having divested him of that, she dropped it on top of the tie and removed the button-down. Finally, she tugged his t-shirt out of his pants and let him help her remove it.

"Better?" he asked. The response he received was Rose running her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pulling him down for a thorough snogging. This kiss was rougher, uncertainty gone and desire rolling from one to the other. Waves of heat from a fire they could only stoke. She let her nails caress his back, which he seemed to enjoy if that happy sigh signified anything. Then she grabbed his bum, and he growled again and slipped his hands under the back of her top, and there was pushing towards the table again.

"Bedroom," Rose broke apart to gasp. The Doctor obligingly pulled her by the hand to the nearest bedroom, which happened to be hers. When he swung her up into his arms, her stomach did a little flip. She also let out a giggle. Even a month ago, how could she have imagined? In the arms of a shirtless Doctor, being laid on top of a bed, and looking into eyes filled with heat and...intention. It made her shiver.

He took off his trainers, climbed into bed beside her, and started to lift the hem of her shirt again. When he peppered her stomach with kisses, she laughed at the sensation of his fringe brushing against her chest. It seemed only fair she finish removing the offending article of clothing. The Doctor's eyes lit up, so close to his prize, but he first kissed up her stomach and- was he drawing his tongue up her chest? As his lips settled upon hers again, it occurred to her that she hadn't thought she would like being licked. But she apparently had, were she to judge by the way her hand fervently threaded through his hair and pulled him closer. Her other hand dug into his back, relenting only to slide down, down...

The Doctor reached under her and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside when she had disentangled herself. He wasted no time getting to know each breast with mouth and hand, but she became frustrated with her lack of reach. She prodded him to his side and abruptly pinned him on his back, straddling him where she could feel exactly how turned on he was. The friction made him moan before she smothered it, kissing him heatedly. It was her turn for hands caressing her back, and one slowly, firmly cupped her behind and pulled her closer to its owner. After several seconds, she started to work her way down his neck and chest, planting open-mouthed kisses as she went. Getting to his trousers, she made short work of them, leaving him in only pants. Black boxer-briefs. All those times she'd wondered if it was one or the other, and she wasn't right once!

"What are you smiling at?" a husky voice asked. Rose looked up the length of the body she'd been exploring. She marshaled her best seductive smile.

"What I'm doing..." she began, trailing fingers up one thigh, "is taking my time." She punctuated the last word by ghosting over his crotch and drawing a most intriguing grunt from him. Trailing down the other thigh, she continued.

"Problem?" Before he could answer, she placed her hand on his member and ground. The Doctor closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. Suddenly feeling charitable, she helped him out of his pants, and as she knelt into position, she was aware of something new. Without thinking about it, she realized that on some level she could feel what she was doing to him. Her head positively tickled when she leaned in and drew her tongue slowly up his length. Though he had been watching her attentively, his head dropped back to the pillow just then. Still, he raised himself up on his elbows to watch her work.

Men. Even alien men just had to watch for some reason. She didn't need to peek at his face to tell how she was doing, however; this link gave her a good idea of when she was doing something right. Some short minutes of swirling, slow licking, and testing the limits of her gag reflex had the Doctor breathing heavily and making very encouraging noises.

"Rose," he managed, "stop." Obediently, she pulled away and looked up at him. It was enough for him to haul her up his body and roll them over. Now on top, he caught her hands beneath his.

The Doctor had let Rose have the top for long enough.

"You-" he interrupted himself with a long kiss, "now you're wearing too much." He helped her out of the rest of her clothing and lay beside her, propped up on an elbow. He stopped moving for a few moments, just drinking her in until her little whimper drew him out of his reverie. It made him look her in the eye, into that beautiful face that always held such complete trust. Trust he didn't feel he deserved but that he cherished more than he could explain. Cherish. That's what he should do with this woman who did so much for him – cherish her and show it.

He kissed each cheek before descending on her mouth, exploring it almost reverently. His free hand caressed down her body, settling between her legs. He was surprised by how ready she already seemed, but have no one say he was a discourteous lover. He swirled gently a few times before seeking entry, moving slowly but insistently. She lay a hand on his upper arm, encouraging him with a squeeze, and he begun to move more quickly and deeply. Shortly, she was interrupting their kiss with little moans into his mouth. When she maneuvered to handle his member, however, he decided enough was enough. The Doctor pulled away from the kiss and nudged her legs open, settling in between her thighs.

"Ready?" he held off long enough to ask. The tone of his voice sounded almost like a threat, but Rose nodded back with certainty. Her eyes were so wide, like she couldn't believe this was really happening. Well, he'd fix that – he'd like to think no dream could substitute for this.

He slid inside her as slowly as he could, not wanting to hurt her. It seemed he needn't have bothered, however, by the way she closed her eyes and wiggled closer to him. They began a slow, rocking rhythm, adjusting to the feel of each other. Catching a look at her pleasure-riddled face, the Doctor marveled at what he had been missing.

Rose opened her eyes just in time to have her vision filled with Time Lord. He kissed her soundly before burying his head in her neck. A sharp bite made her moan, and she threw one leg around his waist to let him press closer. He drove faster and deeper while her hands roamed wherever they could reach, either dragging nails across skin or caressing it lovingly. There was panting now, broken up with low moans. When she lay her hand to rest on his cheek, he turned his head to kiss her palm before grabbing her legs to rearrange her. They went a few minutes with one leg on his shoulder before her inability to touch more than his chest made her remove it. Afforded closeness anew, he crushed her lips in a bruising way and let himself speed up for the final time. For both of them, breaths came in gasps. Rose's hand found his, and he held it beneath him as he groaned loudly. He felt nails digging painfully into his hand as even her waves of emotion became erratic.

"Doc- tor-!" she gasped, sending off a psychic explosion in red and gold. It was all he saw behind his closed eyelids, and it sent him careening over the edge after her. The pair rode it out while clinging to each other, ending when the Doctor let himself rest and cover her relaxing form. In silence but for the sounds of ragged breathing, he separated from her and lay at her side. Automatically, she curled up to him, and he placed an arm behind her. It seemed neither wanted to speak for fear of ruining the moment, and then she was rather suddenly asleep. Arm curled over his abdomen, head on his shoulder, and out like a light. The Doctor smiled at the top of her disheveled head. Very carefully, he pulled a blanket over them and kissed her forehead. Humans and their need for sleep...though just now, a nap did seem like a good idea.

In moments, he too was unconscious and dreaming more peacefully than he could remember. The deep slumber of one was secured by the feelings of utter contentment radiating off the other.