DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Doctor Who. Yes, I wish I did. No, I don't earn any money from this. Yes, David Tennant is My Doctor.
ALL PRAISE TO THE MIGHTY BBC! ;)
SUMMARY: Starting at the end of Utopia, things change for the Doctor and the Master. But in a good way, I promise! Doctor/Rose. (This is my first fic, so take it easy on me, please!)
A/N: So this is where it gets a bit smutty. Just FYI.
You could skip it if you want...
Go ahead!
Yeah. Me neither.
But I'm just weak like that...
*love*
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The couple barely made it halfway down the hall before The Doctor pulled Rose back to him and pressed his mouth to hers.
Rose groaned under the onslaught of pressure he managed to put in just the right places. One hand on her hip holding her firmly and one hand buried in her hair, he turned and pressed her back against the TARDIS wall as he ravished her mouth.
Rose wimpered against The Doctor's mouth, begging for more more more. She raised her leg to wrap it around his waist and felt him grab her knee to secure her hold. She groaned louder when he pulled away, protesting his absence.
"Not in the hallway. I'm not an animal to take you against a wall like this."
"Really? Damn!"
He laughed and pressed his forehead to hers, allowing her leg to slowly drop from his hip. He groaned at the friction and sudden tightness in his slacks.
"Come on."
She laughed. "Oh, I plan to!"
He growled and started running for his door, throwing it open to bang against the wall in his haste.
Two steps into the room, he swept Rose into his arms then over his shoulder before unceremoniously tossing her into the center of his bed. She bounced once, twice, before he was on her, straddling her hips and pressing kisses to her mouth, eyes, cheeks, jawline.
"Rose. My Rose. I missed you so much. Thought I would die so many times without you here."
She gasped when he licked a long path from her cleavage, up her neck to her ear, then bit light on the skin above her jugular. Body stiff in pleasure, she felt his hands roam up her arms and down her sides, busying themselves with lifting her shirt off.
He pulled back and paused, tracing long, cool fingers across the myriad of scars across her torso.
His eyes widened at the three puckered bullet scars centered between her breasts. "Rose..." His horrified gaze lifted to hers.
"Not now. Tell you later," and pulled him back down to her.
She pressed kisses to his mouth, hands in his hair pulling gently but firmly, garnering groans of pleasure from deep in his chest. She managed to pull his jacket off (she loved that jacket), undo his tie (Mmm… plans for later), and started unbuttoning his shirt before he managed to remove her bra.
He sat up yanking his shirt from his trousers and pulling at the snaps, sending buttons flying around the room.
Rose gasped at his display of impatience, fanning the flames higher, and sat up to work at the buttons of his trousers.
The Doctor rolled off of his perch above her to stand beside the bed, kicked of his trainers, and dropped his slacks in a few smooth moves.
Rose licked her lips and smiled as her eyes roamed every available inch exposed to her.
Who knew her Doctor went commando?
This beautiful man, with his sparse chest hair scattered across his torso and leading down to an impressive sight. His cock stood to attention at her perusal, curving slightly into his stomach.
Before she could blink, he was in front of her, jerking at the ties of her pajama bottoms, yanking them off and pulling her underwear with them. Now, she is the one exposed to him to look his fill.
"Absolutely beautiful," he sighed. "My Rose," he whispers, and pulls her to his again. Skin to skin, heat to cool flesh, lips and tongues jousting.
The Doctor pressed kisses from her lips to her neck, drawing a sharp pleasured gasp from her. He grinned against her skin as he moved down, pushing her to the mattress at the same time. His lips and tongue continued down, laving her skin with soft wet kisses.
At the apex of her thighs, he lowered his mouth to the curls between her thighs, and pressed kisses to her heat. Cool, long fingers stroke, feeling her body jerk, twist, and move under his ministrations. He parts her thighs at a particularly sharp cry, separates her folds, and kisses the little bundle of nerves at the apex, pulling it into his mouth and pressing one long cold finger into her heat.
Rose screams his name as she explodes below him, but he refuses to slow down or, Gods forbid, stop. Pressing in and out of her warmth, adding another finger, feeling her tighten around him and tasting her essence, his mind is now solely concerned with the woman at his mercy. Begging him for more more more.
He spreads her open and licks her core like an ice cream cone, curling his tongue at the top, and she moans long and loud.
Rose catches her breath and cries his name again when one finger curling into her hits just the right spot and she comes again.
Rose sits up enough to grap one arm and a handful of hair to pull him to her, kissing him with such heat, he's surprised the bed covers don't burst into flames. Their tongues twist and taste and duel with each other, feeling and memorizing the shapes of each other's mouths while his finger continue to dance inside her.
She pulls her Doctor fully on top of her, feeling his erection pulse against her thigh, then rolls him onto his back and straddles his thighs.
She reaches between her legs to grasp him, stroking up and down, twisting a bit then up and down. The Doctor's groan is ripped from his lungs and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his back arches off the bed.
Rose grins wickedly with the power she has over this wonderful man.
She leans down to press kisses to his neck and chest, licking his flat nipples and nibbling the skin around them.
The Doctor feels like he's about to burst when she moves further down and licks the skin around his belly button. When she wraps her lips around his shaft and takes him into her mouth, his brain stops. No thoughts escape except, "Thank god," while "Rose," is torn from his slack lips.
Rose bobs her head on his groin, tightening her lips around him, allowing the flat of her tongue to rub the underside on each stroke.
He buries his hands in her hair and holds her over him when he starts to thrust into her mouth, just barely stopping from pressing his fingers from her temples. His groans and pants get louder as she draws him in and holds his hips firmly to the mattress.
Oh, she enjoys hearing those sounds fall from those lips, begging her not to stop, more please Rose, oh god yes, right there. So, she's surprised when he yanks her off of him and pulls her mouth back to his. Their lips meet fiercely, teeth almost clacking against each other in their haste.
The Doctor rolls Rose over onto her back and spreads her knees wide, grabbing one leg to hike it high up and onto his side. He leans over her to kiss her lightly again and, pressing his forehead to hers, says "My Rose. Forever," knowing what that word means to her.
"Forever, my Doctor," she replies. A sweet kiss and he is nudging at her center. Slowly, so slowly, he inches into her, taking his time feeling every nuance of her body.
Rose is gasping and begging at the intrustion for more. Please, Doctor, more, oh god yes don't stop. Please oh god yes. Yes!
An eternity later he is buried in her completely. She marvels at the sensation of finally having her Doctor where she's wanted him for so long, at the fullness and gorgeous pleasure/pain of it.
The Doctor strains to maintain his control when her body tightens around his cock even more, her warmth and wetness driving him to insanity.
The Doctor pulls out of her just a few inches and drives back into her firmly, and is amazed at the feeling of having his Rose wrapped around him.
She can't contain her cries when he begins moving inside her. So, so slowly at first, the passionate fires starting to consume her. Her head is pushed into the pillows and her back arches her chest into his, hips jerking and legs pulling him closer.
He grits his teeth and tightens the hand on her hip, certain he's leaving bruises, but cannot bring himself to loosen his grip. His other hand bracing his body above hers.
A few more thrusts into her warmth and heat and tightness, and the Doctor's control snaps when Rose drags her nails down his back, runs an errant foot up the back of his thigh.
Her Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, leans forward over her and pulls one of her nipples into his mouth drawing on it firmly. His hips start pistoning into hers, pounding himself into her and drawing out mewling incoherent cries. He is panting above her, growling at the force, and calling her name as if it were his personal mantra.
Rose can feel a tidal wave building inside her when he speeds up.
He leans back, pushes down on her thighs to spread her wider and grinds into her sex. Thrusing harder and faster, one... two... three... four... and she's drowning in it. Screaming his name as she comes apart around him.
The Doctor cries out as internal muscles clamp down on him and pulse around him, her body arching into him and almost screaming with the force of her orgasm. He pulls her leg around his hips again and leans over her, thrusting once... twice... and he's gone. His soul spilling into her as he erupts. "Rose, Rose, oh gods, Rose"
She's coming down from the fiercest orgasm of her life and can feel him pulsing inside her, in her deepest, now aching, areas.
His breath is hot on her skin and she can feel him trembling, trying to hold himself over her.
Rose loosened her legs from their grip around his thighs, but doesn't allow her legs to fall. She gathers him to her breast, stroking his hair and back while both try to remember how to properly breathe.
She can feel both of his galloping heartbeats pounding in her breast and doesn't realize she's crying until her Doctor, her wonderful Doctor, lifts his head to look at her.
He thinks he's hurt her, scared her, her tears confirm it in his mind. The shattered look on his face has her dragging her hand to his cheek and pulling his face down for a kiss so sweet.
Her breath ghosts on his lips and she whispers, "I love you." Kisses the corner of his mouth. "I love you." Kisses his chin. "I love you." And repeats her declaration after pressing her lips to his any part of him she can reach.
The Doctor releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, a wipes the tears from her cheeks.
"Never got to say it, did I?"
She shakes her head.
"Rose Tyler." He grinned at the feel of her name rolling off his tongue and pushed the hair from her face to look her in the eye. "My light in the dark. My Golden Goddess." He grinned his mad, manic, snarky grin. "My Bad Wolf." He wagged his eyebrows at her, making her laugh. "I love you every day I live and will for the rest of my lives."
A tear falls from her eye and she kisses his nose. "Quite right, too."
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