*blushes* Ehm... nevermind. ^^""
This story kind of has a hold on me, so I just got to write the next chapter first... Still stuck with the other ones, though.
Anyway, I'm quite content with this one what didn't happen with a smut scene in... ever XD
Arg... here I go, rambling again although I wanted to write less comments...
Anywho, hope you enjoy it :)
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The Doctor stared in awe at his surroundings. If he was honest with himself, he expected something... naughtier than this but it made sense when he thought about it. One of his deepest desires, a desperate wish from his heart... Gallifrey. Of course, he saw the beautiful orange sky of his home planet again. The Citadel in the distance, silver-leaved trees, deep red grass... everything was exactly like he remembered and his hearts clenched at the sight. It was an unbelievable joy along with sadness that filled him. However real it looked, smelt and felt, it would never be truly there... never be real. A fantasy however real it felt, would never bring his people back to life and fill the emptiness in his hearts... the blank space inside his head.
He picked up one of the silver leaves and let his fingers glide over the smooth surface. No other planet, no matter how beautiful, would ever be able to beat the sight of Gallifrey in autumn... When the silver leaves covered the ground and reflected the light of the suns... making the whole planet look like it was encased with gold.
When tears fell down his cheeks, the Doctor knew it would only hurt him more and more, if he saw his home world any longer.
With hoarse voice, he spoke to the machine, "I-" he swallowed and began again. "I would like to see another fantasy..."
The Citadel and red grass vanished, as well as the leaf inside his hand and a dark room appeared in its place. Being only lit by a few torches, it looked kind of eery... exactly like-
"A dungeon?" the Doctor said after regaining his composure. "What am I supposed to do in a dun-..." His voice trailed off when he spotted a shackled and very, very naked Rose chained to the wall.
He grinned broadly and looked at the ceiling. "See? That's more like it..." the Doctor said to the machine. "Didn't know I had a thing for bondage, though..." He shrugged. "All of those captivities are bound to get to your head some day, I suppose."
He took a step forward to look at Rose more closely. Her head hang down and she was unable to see him.
"Rose? Are you alright?" he asked after a while. "Because a hurt or even dead Rose is no fantasy at all... more like a nightmare..." No response. "Rose?"
He heard a quiet sniff. "I'm sorry that I'm such a bad girl, Doctor..." she finally said, looking up at him, desire and mirth in her eyes. "Please, punish me!"
It finally dawned on him what kind of fantasy this was. "O-Oh... wow, I'm a pervert!" he exclaimed, beaming like this realisation was a great discovery. "Brilliant!"
"Doctor, please..." Rose purred in her uncomfortable position.
"Only to be sure, though... When you say 'punish me', you mean mind-blowing sex, right?" Virtual Rose or not, the Doctor didn't want to do anything she didn't want him to do.
Beginning to look rather impatient, she replied, "Doctor, you do have to play along, you know? This isn't my fantasy... Well, at least in my fantasy, you would be the one chained up."
He furrowed his brow, looking scrutinising at her. "How does this work exactly?" he asked quietly. "Are you just saying what I want you to say or is everything, fantasies included, like the real Rose?"
Instead of her, the machine answered him. "Fantasy Cabins are able to copy every person exactly like they are as long as they are situated on our planet. Other persons are solely reconstructed from the costumers' memories."
The Doctor shook his head in disbelief. "Have you people ever heard of privacy?" The female voice stayed silent. "Thought so..." he muttered and returned his gaze to Rose. "So... everything about you is the same. Body, smell, taste, reactions, ... fantasies." His eyes roamed over her body. "Everything. I can do what I always wanted to do to you... with you... and she will never find out..."
Despite all of that, he was still reluctant to give in to his desires. This Rose might not be the real thing, but she was the same in every single way and if he... they... really did that now, he would know her body intimately without her ever knowing about it.
The Doctor looked deeply into Rose's eyes. "You are the same. Completely. Feelings, too. If she... the real Rose... didn't want me that way, I wouldn't be able to have this fantasy, correct?"
"Affirmative," answered the female voice.
He grinned broadly. That meant that Rose, the real Rose, really wanted him... and not only that, she had to be quiet kinky!
"Brilliant!" the Doctor exclaimed and his lips covered hers. Real one or not, later when he finished this fantasy, he would make sure Rose knew exactly, what he did with her virtual self...
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Rose (the real thing) meanwhile took a long shower while the Doctor was still engulfed by his fantasy. She didn't wonder why his 'session' (she decided to call it session...) took much longer than hers... He was probably on a planet with countless banana dishes and didn't want to leave until his visual self was as fat as a balloon. It was unthinkable for her that the mighty Time Lord had desires so much like her own...
Thinking anew about her recent experience, she felt heat invading her body again and was quite glad that the Doctor wasn't here right now... She would probably pounce on him like a dog in heat.
Deciding, not to follow this thought any more, Rose turned on the cold water and screamed when it connected with her hot skin. When the thoughts returned after her body adjusted to the temperature, she wondered if she had enough time for another fantasy before the Doctor was back...
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The Doctor sucked on Rose's bottom lip, enjoying the feeling of her sweet mouth, while his hands moved over her hot body. He grinned into her when he smelt her arousal and remembered the scent from only hours ago.
Resting one hand on her hip, the other on her cheek, he smirked at her and leaned in to whisper into her ear, "You had a wet dream today... you really are a bad girl."
Rose leaned into his hand, eyes clouded with desire. "Yes, I am. I'm so sorry, Doctor."
"Ooh, don't be. I love you being bad..." he replied, before biting her earlobe gently. "My bad, bad wolf... now, it's time for your punishment."
She gasped when he suddenly pinched her nipple and his other hand kneaded the free breast. They quickly stood to attention and judging by the sound, Rose made, became more sensitive with every touch. The Doctor sucked on the nipple, he pinched before, and let his tongue glide over the hot flesh, weighing both breasts with his hands. Hearing how her breathing quickened, he looked up to see her face.
Rose's eyes were closed, cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted. Unable to resist such an inviting sight, the Doctor put his lips on hers again. Writhing under his ministration, she moaned into his mouth and tugged at the chains. The Doctor knew, she was dying to touch him and it made him desire her more than he ever thought possible. His hands wandered down her slender body, trying to feel every part of her soft skin, and burning it to memory. He swallowed every sound she made as he pushed his tongue into her burning mouth and began a battle with her own. Being the dominant one from the start, the Doctor soon overpowered her and Rose drowned in his kisses. Lost in these sensations, his trousers began to feel unbelievable tight but he couldn't get himself to leave her sweet mouth for even a second.
Rose moaned loudly, when his hand found her centre and the Doctor smelt a new rush of her arousal. He groaned when her scent filled his nostrils and roughly pushed two fingers into her. Surprised by this unexpected penetration, Rose threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. Her voice, being reflected by the dungeon walls, filled the Doctor's ears and vibrated through his every core. Not able to hold on much longer, he withdrew his hand and opened his trousers to free his painfully stiff member. Rose looked down, her eyes widening at the sight and licked her lips hungrily.
The Doctor leaned in to whisper into her ear. "See how hard I am for you?" he said, voice drunk with desire. "Tell me, what you want me to do."
Rose looked at him with hooded eyes. "I-... I want y- you to.."
"Say it," he commanded, before sucking on her neck, gentle but strong enough to leave a mark.
"I- I want to feel you inside of me," she panted, tugging at the chains. "Please, I want to feel you."
The Doctor grinned, spread her thighs and teased her entrance with the head of his cock.
Rose groaned in frustration and the Doctor, despite being on the brink of insanity himself, smirked at her reaction.
"Tell me more clearly Rose... what exactly do you want me to do?" His still whispering voice was deep and growling, so unlike his usual one. He was surprised to discover this side of him... never before had he been so... so very human, in his desires.
"I want... I want to feel your hard cock inside of me, Doctor," Rose finally voiced her wish and with a rather animalistic growl, the Doctor thrust into her.
Rose's moans filled the dark dungeon. Her back scratched slightly against the wall. Having the feeling it turned her more on than was painful, he continued to thrust merciless inside of her slick heat... making her beg for more and tear on the chains. Soon, he felt her convulse around him and heard her screaming his name in pleasure. The Doctor followed moments after with the most enormous orgasm he had ever had.
Exhausted, he let go of her and their bodies slumped down, completely sated and radiating with joy.
The Doctor's head rested on Rose's shoulder, while he felt his wild thundering hearts slowing down.
"Doctor," He looked up when he heard her voice. "you know how much I love you, right?"
Blinking, surprised at her confession, he opened his mouth but before he was able to answer, the dungeon dissolved.
The cabin returned and he was back in the deckchair... exactly as he has been before. Exactly... except for-
"Damn, I should have thought of that..." he said, looking down at the dark stain on his trousers.
He took his jacket off to hold it in front of him and left the room, only to run into a wet, towel clad and very real Rose.
"S-Sorry, I didn't..." Rose's voice trailed off when she noticed the familiar look inside his eyes. Being suspicious because of her discovery, she squinted her eyes at him. "Doctor, what fantasy did you-"
"Excuse me, I have to use the loo," he cut her off and rushed to the bathroom, leaving the gaping Rose behind.
Although the Doctor wanted, now more than ever, to bring their relationship to an entirely new level, he just couldn't bring himself to do so now...
Not without teasing her at least a little.
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