Possession is a 4-Letter Word

It was their last full day at Barcelona before heading back to London. They decided to spend the day at the beach, lounging in the sand and playing in the waves. The entire week had been absolutely wonderful and both were loathe for it to end.

Things started going sour by mid afternoon, though. It wasn't either of their faults, really. But Rose was in her skimpy bikini and more than one bloke had propositioned her in one way or another. Joshua was reigning in his possessiveness, for the most part. The glares were still there, but he managed to not growl at each person that attempted.

He hadn't been this possessive and territorial since his Ninth body and it honestly had him concerned. He didn't think it was the wedding and marriage itself that had created this reaction in him. Their bond had settled in a bit more since being on their honeymoon. Perhaps that had something to do with it. What he did know is that this feeling was winding tight in his gut and he was about to burst. He had a fleeting thought at one point to throw Rose over his shoulder and carry her back to their room. Other, darker, more primal urges were also awakening. He wanted to mark her, visibly, as his own. Perhaps tie her down so she would know exactly to whom she belonged.

He shook his head, trying to scatter these thoughts. These weren't typical thoughts of his and he wondered where they were coming from. Had Jack somehow weaseled his way into his mind somehow. Certainly Koschei had the ability to, if he had really wanted. But he didn't feel like he'd been violated, at least not in that way.

Thoughts like these dotted his mind the entire day. By the time they retired to their hotel room that night, Joshua was more than bothered. Rose could tell something was wrong but Joshua had erected his mental shields up tight so as to not alarm her. By the time they made it to their room, she had decided to take it upon herself to figure out what was bothering him.

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Joshua tried deflecting. He really did. He distracted her in every way he could think without actually taking her to bed. They had shared so much, but he thought that the urges he felt would push her away. But Rose, as always, was stubborn. Finally, she mentally shoved him hard enough that he stumbled backwards in shock. His eyes immediately blew wide. He pinned her hands above her head, and bent down.

"Don't, Rose." He growled into her ear. Instead of the pang of fear he expected, he was swept by a wave of lust emanating down their bond. He lost a bit more control, but didn't move. Not yet. He dropped his shields, letting her see the images that had been playing through his mind for hours. Rose gasped and arched into him, surprising him. He immediately tightened his hold on her hands.

He kissed her frantically, keeping her hands secured in one of his own. She didn't try to run from him, or tell him to stop. He eased them slowly to the bed, grabbing a discarded tie on the way. He wrapped it around her wrists, tying it snugly and checked to make sure circulation was still flowing properly. He chanced a glance towards her face. He found no fear, there, just barely bridled lust. It encouraged him to take the next step in his unplanned seduction.

With another tie, he quickly secured her hands to the headboard. She was completely at his mercy. Her eyes were still blown wide with lust and an unending trust that was almost his undoing. But he started this dance and he is determined to finish it.

'TARDIS if I cross a line.' He felt her affirmative hum in the back of his mind before he started.

He picked something simple to start with and not all that arousing. A foot rub. Something to relax her and it worked. But as he hit a particular spot in the arch of her foot, she moaned and suddenly, he wanted things to escalate.

He fingertips started up her legs. Briefly, teasing, and it drove her wild. He would reach a few inches, then retreat. His fingertips barely brushed her skin, sending goosebumps across her body. He brought them excruciatingly close to where she wanted them buried. He continued his torture for several moments, eliciting strangled gasps from her mouth before skipping over her hips entirely.

He treated the top half of her much like he had the bottom, with teasing touches. Soon enough, he had her writhing and moaning, almost begging. This wasn't a game they had played before, but she instinctively knew what to do and not to do. He was pleased. These were fantasies he'd had when he was leather and was surprised they had manifested. But he felt more feral and raw today after seeing those other men's gazes on her and couldn't help himself.

He climbed off the bed abruptly, making her open her eyes and regard him. He started undressing slowly, giving her a bit of a strip tease while she lay there, helpless. He wasn't in his normal layers, so he undressed slower than he would have if he'd had more clothes on. Soon enough, his clothes lay in a pile on the floor and he climbed back up her.

He sank into her slowly, eliciting a shuddering moan from her. He stilled inside her, seeming to wait. She writhed, trying to get him to move. In retaliation, he kissed her deeply. Her writhing stilled. As a reward, Joshua started languidly thrusting into her. He stroked were shallow and long and nothing like what she wanted. He refused to listen to her pleas in his mind and kept the pace slowly.

Without warning, he pulled almost completely out of her. Rose started to whimper at the loss before Joshua slammed into her hard. Rose cried out, the sensation almost more pain than pleasure. He did it again, still keeping his strokes long, but making sure to hit her deeper. It still wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was close. Her body slid closer to the precipice of orgasm with each stroke.

Joshua reached up and quickly untied her hands, letting her have the freedom to touch him again. As much as he had enjoyed the total control, he loved it more to feel her stroking his skin and pulling his hair.

As soon as she was free, Rose wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back. It wasn't enough to leave a mark, but definitely enough to spur him on and make him move faster. He grabbed her thighs, hooking his arms underneath her knees and shifted her. Finally, Joshua was hitting her where she needed and wanted. It didn't take long for her to climax and she screamed his name.

He pounded heavily into her, trying to prolong her orgasm and chase his own. It took him five thrust before his body started convulsing. He collapsed, barely catching himself on his elbows before he crushed Rose. After a few moments, he grabbed each of her wrists and placed a gentle kiss where the slight discoloration was from his ties. He knew she would be healed by the time she went back to work.

He eventually rolled them onto their sides, where they held one another as they calmed down. Each radiated a sated happiness down their bond.

After an entire day in the sun and some rigorous activities afterwards, they fell into a gentle sleep. Tomorrow, they would be going home.