Characters: Rose Tyler; Wyatt Smith
Rating: M for SEX! (c'mon, check the title)
Rose stood in the doorway, clad only in a sheer black nightgown, falling to her mid-thigh. The Doctor lay on the bed, covered only by sheets to his waist. He watched hungrily as Rose slowly approached, sliding the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders. Only the fullness of her breasts held the gown up, a problem the Doctor planned to fix quickly. As he reached out for the sheer fabric, however, he stopped. He was suddenly filled with uncertainty. Not about wanting Rose (the tent in the covers was proof enough of that), but about pleasing Rose. Could he be what she wanted? It'd been so long since Tara, since any woman for that matter. Admittedly he'd been rather good back in the day, but things had undoubtedly changed. He couldn't move like he used to. It'd be embarrassing to not be able to bring Rose to completion. When he looked up at Rose, he saw her blushing and she started to step back,
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't—" Whatever else she was going to say was lost as the Doctor growled and pulled Rose to him, filling her mouth with his tongue. She hovered above him, her hands on either side of the Doctor's head. He pulled back, panting and buried his fingers in Rose's free-flowing hair.
"You should. I just need to know I can give you what you want," he said, one hand slowly sliding up beneath the sheer fabric to caress Rose's smooth back and the other slowly moved through her hair.
Rose grinned at the Doctor, "No problem. After all, I could always do it myself."
Rose's hand rose from holding herself above the bed to slide a hand down her side over the thin gown, shivering at her own touch. The Doctor felt his mouth go dry.
"As enjoyable as that'd be," he licked his lips. "You should at least give me a fair shot on my own."
Rose grinned and flopped onto the bed beside the Doctor. Her gown ended up above her hip on one side, still covering the important bits but not by much. The Doctor rose up on his knees. Rose looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with lust,
"Hit me with your best shot." As the sheets fell away, his member sprang to attention and Rose eyed it with anticipation. The Doctor nodded to himself. Suddenly long-forgotten techniques came rushing back to him. He straddled Rose, still on his knees above her. He surveyed the woman beneath him, tutting at her,
"Miss Tyler, I believe your attire is entirely inappropriate for this examination." Rose frowned,
"How so?" The Doctor's hands came to the valley of the gown's neckline. He lowered his mouth until he whispered in Rose's ear,
"You're wearing far too much of it." His hands tore the fabric all the way down the middle in one smooth movement. Rose gasped as her breasts were exposed to the cold air, her nipples immediately hardening to little nubs. The Doctor only admired them for a moment before he looked Rose in the eyes and didn't look away as he took one nub into his mouth. Rose moaned as his tongue laved her nipples before his teeth grabbed it at the base and tugged.
Rose inhaled sharply and giggled, "My my, Doctor."
The Doctor chuckled and the sound vibrated through his mouth and across Rose's skin. One of the Doctor's hands massaged the breast not attended by his mouth. The other hand slowly skimmed down the dip between Rose's breasts, down the slight swell of her belly and came to a stop at the very top of the small patch of hair between her legs. he looked at Rose questioningly before she nodded and squirmed beneath him. The Doctor took that as the green light and his dexterous fingers quickly found her folds. Rose gasped again and raised her hips as he tentatively played with the already dripping lips of her sex.
Rose nodded jerkily,"More."
The Doctor again tugged at her nipple with his mouth and tweaked the other with his hand not buried in her curls. He quickly found Rose's clitoris and flicked it, eliciting another moan from Rose. With his thumb stimulating the slick pearl, he slipped one, then two fingers into her. Rose was so tight, so unbelievably tight around his fingers. Rose was gasping and writhing beneath him, making all kinds of unintelligible noises. At last, her hands came up and her nails bit into his back as she ground out through her pleasure,
"Get in me. Now. I'm close, so bloody close."
Needing no more encouragement, the Doctor removed his fingers and slid his positively aching cock into her. In one smooth movement, he was buried in her to the balls. Rose's walls fluttered around him and he knew it wouldn't take much to push her into orgasm. The Doctor silently thanked every deity for that, because there was no way possible he was going to be able to hold out much longer either. He pulled out until just the tip was still in Rose. He looked down in fascination at the junction of his cock and Rose's wet sex. The part of his cock not buried in Rose glistened with her juices and it was the most erotic thing he'd seen. He slid back into Rose with aching slowness. She practically purred beneath him,
"Faster. Harder," she said in gasps. The Doctor quickly complied. It was only a few more pumps later that he heard Rose's scream and her walls grow even tight around him. Her orgasm brought him to his own completion and it was with a loud shout of her name that he toppled after her into post-orgasm bliss.
The Doctor collapsed atop Rose, utterly spent. She was panting beneath him, trying to catch her breath. The Doctor could feel where her nails had probably drawn blood on his back. Not that he could bring himself to be particularly concerned about it. On the contrary, he thought back on their lovemaking and grinned smugly. He'd done that to her. He'd made Rose moan, scream with pleasure. He'd done it. He rolled off of her with a groan, lamenting the loss of warmth of her pussy encasing his penis. Rose grinned over at him through heavily-lidded eyes,
"I give it a solid 'B.'"
"A 'B'?" he questioned. Rose nodded,
"I'm afraid that I might have trouble walking tomorrow, which makes explaining things to my boss awkward."
"Ah. You're welcome." said the Doctor with a grin. Rose turned around and spooned up to him, her perfect bum pressing up against him.
"Good night."
"'Night." Just as the Doctor was drifting off, he heard Rose whisper,
"I love you."
"Love you too." he whispered back, his nose buried in her hair. He snuggled closer to Rose and both fell asleep with a smile on their face.
A/N: Yep! Wahoo for sexytimes! One of my first smuts, so any feedback is welcome. Also, I'm thinking of changing the Ninth Doctor's name to something else. I don't know what. 'Wyatt' just isn't a name I'm getting used to. Suggestions for names are welcome, as well as ideas for future chapters. Have a good day and I wish you all luck in recovering from the season finale!