Yeah! Part 2 is up and I am on a roll! My new plan is to write at least 500 words a day, no matter the topic, so I should be getting better at updating :D
His heavy frame shifts along her chest with every movement, and it takes every last ounce of his strength to simply stand still.
"Rose-" he croaks out, but it's not fear that's stolen his voice, not this time…
Rose looks up, and the intensity in The Doctors eyes would have made her knees buckle had she any control over them in the first place. As it is, she's relying on his firm grasp on her waist for total support.
A small sigh escapes her lips, and his eyes completely cloud over with an all consuming lust. His response to the graceful sound is a low, guttural growl. Neither is sure exactly where the noise came from, but The Doctor is too far gone to notice, and Rose is busy biting her bottom lip, fighting the moan that yearns to escape.
The sight of Rose's teeth teasing her full pink lips is what finally sends him over the edge. Another growl rips out of his throat, and his hands itch possessively across her back, skittering along the top of her hips. Rose has given up any pretenses of composure, fully pressing herself against the full length of his body. The Doctor leans his head down, letting his nose nuzzle up against hers. Her mouth is parted, and her breath comes out in quick pants as the warmth of his breath washes over her face.
Just as Rose is sure she's likely to go insane with desire, The Doctor closes the final gap between them, and kisses her. His lips trace lines of fire along her face as the hungrily attack her lips, jaw line, and anything else they meet. The moan building up inside her finally escapes, and then she's gasping for breath, gulping down air as his tongue caresses its way from her jaw line all the way up to the shell of her ear.
The Doctor is drowning in a sea of passion, lost in the feeling of Rose. Her lips, jaw line, and anything else his lips fall upon are pored over with a delightful sort of scrutiny. He relishes every touch, regarding her with a reverence that leaves both of them gasping for breath. As he sucks and nips his way along the contours of her face, faint pink splotches begin to crop up in his wake. Licking his way up to her ear, he stops there, chest heaving, and lets his breath catch up with the rest of his body. Hot breath races along her earlobe in spurts, and his hands finally realizing they're connected to the rest of his body.
After pressing Rose inconceivably closer to him, the hand not glued to the small of her back traces her hips. His breath manages to find a somewhat stable pattern, and he lets hand grips her hip, tugging it over to meet his own. He lets his head fall back down towards he mouth, and she leans into his jaw, pressing her mouth onto his. Her full lips tug and twist against his; bruising and scraping, their faces mash together in chaotic harmony.
With a deft little twist of her hips, Rose makes The Doctor gasp in pleasure, mouth still attached to hers. Making use of his slack-jaw, she introduces her tongue to his. Still mesmerized by slight rocking of her pelvis against his, The Doctor barely registers this new addition to his taste buds. However, when her tongue makes that first languid stroke atop his, The Doctor releases another groan and responds with and enthusiasm he didn't know his tongue possessed.
He lets his body take over, pelvis grinding against hers as his tongue claims the inside of her mouth as his own. He let his hands wander freely; one tangling in the blonde locks resting atop her head, the other moving in the opposite direction. Grasping her bottom, The Doctor squeezes lightly, palming it, and uses it to hold her lower half in place while he churns against her.
Rose lets her own arms wander as well. Creeping back around his waist, they soon slide under the soft leather jacket that ensconces him. They linger at the hem of his jumper, fingering the thick green material. She quivers as the contours of his well defined chest press against her palms, and she wishes the contact were skin on skin. The Doctor seems to sense this despair, and quickly remedies the situation. Effortlessly shedding his jacket, he moves his mouth down to cover her pulse point before he continues.
As his tongue swirls and sucks at Rose's neck, his hands slide to the front of her battered, holey jacket, and she allows him to gently tug it off. The Doctor makes to push her back, guiding her down towards the TARDIS' winding hallways. When she stumbles, almost falling onto her back and out of his arms because of the outerwear pooled around their feet, he has to revise his plan. Sliding his hands down past her bottom, he grips her by the thighs, and hauls her up so she clings to him, the curve of her bottom pressed ever so slightly against his pelvis.
Thighs wrapped snuggly around his waist, The Doctor finds himself with yet another incentive to make it out of the consol room and into a bedroom, any bedroom. They plough through the TARDIS halls, Rose giving a sharp inhale every time they bump into a wall and get pressed closer together. Finally, a room appears, marked with swirling Gallifreyan symbols, and nobody has to tell Rose they've made it to The Doctor's room.
He leads them over to the bed, an ornate mahogany four-poster with more swirling designs on the headboard. The Doctors eyes widen slightly as he takes in the pattern, but if Rose sees she doesn't question it. He looks over at her, and gets a sound kiss on the lips before he can so much as ask whether or not she wants this. Falling back onto the bed, all that can be heard are the soft thuds of clothing hitting various pieces of furniture, and the not so soft moans of Rose and The Doctor. As sock is flung off, it lands quite unceremoniously on the doorknob, and the TARDIS lets out a sound that faintly resembles a chuckle before closing The Doctor's door.
Never expected that to come out of a 15 year old virgin, huh? Woopwoop! I feel so much better after finishing that. I swear, I got turned on just writing it! I'm thinking about a part 3, not so long, just them waking up together, like, fluff and confessions of feelings….
Thatnerdychic :]