Authors Note: Thanks for the feedback and the patience. A few edits have been made in previous chapters, but nothing that really requires re-reading if you've made it this far. Typos, changing some phrases and what-not. Anyway, enjoy these 'not mine' characters!
'Whoa! Too much! To fast!,' the Doctor thought to himself. He wasn't prepared for Rose to react like that and if that was the rate they she wanted to take, it would be over before it had begun. He had to make her pull back, but of course, had made no motion to do so. 'No-no-no. yes. Yes? NO!' he fought with himself.
At last, he pulled his neck back, breaking contact with her teeth and slid his body down from the bed, his knees coming to rest on the floor, freeing her hands from their grasp around his parts.
"What is it now?", Rose asked, exasperated. He always seemed to have some moral crisis in his head that ruined each moment at the worst possible time.
Sensing her anger begin to return, he placed his hands on he hips and toyed with the waistband of the pale purple knickers.
"Nothing. I just think it best that if we choose to proceed, we really ought to move at a pace that allows me to savor every last moment."
She saw no problem with that and allowed him to continue playing with the lace.
He had avoided a second argument and was pleased with his choice of words for the moment before paying closer attention to his surroundings. Draped on either side of his shoulders were the soft pale legs he had admired from afar for quite some time. Gently, he traced the contours of her calves; softly rubbed her ankles and ghosted his fingertips across her small, adorable feet. He smiled at the shudder and realized she was ticklish; he would lock that information away for another day. Also, he knew that tickling could sometimes lead to violent reflexes and his head and vital parts were far too vulnerable to risk kicked . He ran his hands back up her legs before stopping at the line of lace once more. One piece of fabric. Just one small miniscule scrap of cloth was resting between Rose being his best friend and Rose becoming so much more. Obviously it had to go! He placed his fingers back into the waistband and pulled on it lightly, careful not to rip the delicate fabric and hoping this way okay with her.
Rose lifted her hips to allow the lace to slid from her legs, and the Doctor wasted no time in finishing the task, tossing them across the room to land on his chair. Obviously this way perfectly okay. He rubbed his hands over the soft skin of her inner thighs before making his choice. 'Allons-y!' he thought to himself, and lowered his face, running his tongue along her folds, taking in the sweetness that was Rose.
She had seen him lick, taste and chew on several types of objects. She sometimes thought he was simply toying with her as he licked his fingers or flitted his tongue across random things, supposedly for experimentation. She had even fantasized about how he could possibly put that tongue to good use. She had not, however, thought he was just plunge right into this! She arched her hips back in surprise, at first because she was shocked that he went for it, but more-so because his mouth was cold! Just cold enough to be stimulating yet not painful, and skilled enough to send her blood coursing through her veins faster. She reached out and playfully tousled his hair as he continued.
The Doctor was enjoying this much more than he had imagined and peeked one eye up to see if she was as well. Yep. Satisfied, he upped his efforts, circling his tongue around her, nibbling lightly, then dipped one of his fingers into her. She jumped. Good, he was going for that, he added another finger and used them to explore further into Rose than anyone ever had. Hearing her soft moans, he speculated his time to explore was nearly at an end, and was surprised when she jumped back from him, closing her legs and lightly kicking him to the side. He opened his mouth to protest before he was slammed into the floor by this tiny blonde girl.
"You wanted this to last longer, Doctor. Fine by me."
She was fast, he had to admit that. In no time, she had ended his fun, knocked him down and stolen his pants. How had she managed that and wh-? His thought process was interrupted by the fact that his tiny blonde girl had taken it upon herself to return the favor.
Rose paused for a moment to drink it all in. Pinned to the floor in his own bedroom, was the Doctor, and she had stripped him completely nude. She giggled at the look of shock on his face, but really, she had been so close to going over the edge a moment ago that she had to do something. This was as good a something as anything. Her eyes scanned over him, impressed again by the amount of lean muscle that reflected in the firelight. She took his length in her hands and lightly licked her tongue across the tip. Remarkably human, she concluded. In fact, his colder body temperature was the only thing gave him away as decidedly non-human. She ran one hand up and down, slowly at first, while tasting him with her mouth. Hearing his breath quicken, she quickened her pace, feeling him harden even more with each stroke.
When was the last time he'd felt anything this fantastic? He whispered her name quietly. Why had he denied himself the pleasure of this for all this time. He felt both his hearts race faster, felt his body begin to tense each time she lightly teased him with her teeth. Shouldn't that hurt? Perhaps it did, but it was a lovely kind of hurt.
Then, just as suddenly as she'd taken him to the floor, Rose stopped. Quizzically he opened his eyes in time to see her slink up to him. He sat up, taking her in his arms before understanding her intent. She stood up, taking his hand and lead her Doctor back onto the bed.