John and Rose make it to the rendez-vous and then head back to John's flat. Basically...you know all that sexual tension that's been building? Yeah, it's no longer unresolved. Note the rating change.
I'm SO SORRY for my long absence. But i return with a 5.4k chapter that's mostly smut so that kind of makes up for me not updating for four months, right?
And if smut's not your thing, you can skip from when they get back to John's flat all the way down to the last couple paragraphs. You won't miss anything important to the plot.
Also a shout out to chocolatequeennk and asthewheelwills on tumblr for being super encouraging while I worked on this chapter!
The walk to the rendez-vous took John and Rose fifteen minutes. They were mostly silent as they slipped through the shadows of London with their bags of stolen cash, both still wound tight after their encounter in the alley. Every unintentional brush of their hands or shoulders was charged with anticipation.
Five minutes from their destination Rose decided to break the silence. "So what are we gonna do with all of this?" She swung her bag forward to indicate she was talking about the money.
"Figured we'd split it fifty-fifty and go our separate ways," John answered.
"Planning on donating some of your cut again?"
"Probably," he said with a shrug. Rose had been right about him having the leather jacket in the bottom of his bag. He'd dug it out and put it on before they left the alleyway earlier while she'd been undoing her braid and attempting to make her hair look somewhat presentable.
"Me too. I've got my eye on a couple new tools that I'm going to buy with what's leftover. Some of the stuff you lent me for this would be useful to have. Then I think I'm going to buy a plane ticket and get out of here for a while."
"You like to travel?" John asked before he could stop himself. Apparently his impulse control was lacking in all areas tonight, he thought, since he usually avoided any conversation that even bordered on personal. Hopefully he could keep her talking about herself instead of turning the conversation to him.
"Love the idea of it, haven't gone much of anywhere though," Rose said wistfully. "Used to be because I didn't have enough money, now it's usually a combination of not having enough money and not enough time to just drop everything and leave for a week or two."
"How are you a thief, a good thief, without enough money to travel?"
"Well, I don't know how well hacking pays but considering you own a freaking building, I'm going to guess it's a whole lot more than what you get from being a freelance thief." Rose teased, not even trying to suppress the smile that spread across her face at John's offhand compliment. "I get enough to pay the bills and live a pretty nice life and buy most of the toys I want but there's usually not enough left over to just go travelling. Half the time my cons have a bigger payout than my other jobs since I had to keep the thefts on a small scale to avoid paying any dues to the Agency or drawing their attention."
"And they don't keep an eye on cons and demand a cut of those?" John questioned. This was a whole different sector of the criminal world that he knew next to nothing about.
Rose laughed. "Not even the Agency can keep track of all the cons and corruption going on in London."
John chuckled as they slowed to a stop at the corner where they were supposed to meet Jack. "That's true, they'd be tryin' to get all the politicians to pay them and you know how they hate paying for anything that doesn't directly benefit them."
Rose's smile shifted into a smug, enigmatic smirk as she looked up at him. "Ran a con on the government once."
"The whole government?" John asked skeptically.
"Well, key members of the cabinet were involved and so was the Prime Minister, so yeah, I count it as running game on the whole government."
John crossed his arms and leaned back against the nearby building. "How did you do it?"
Rose sidestepped the bag of cash at his feet and inched closer to him. "If you're very, very good," she purred, walking her fingers up his chest, "I might tell you." She ended with a poke to his sternum, smirking up at him still.
John couldn't resist the setup, couldn't've done even if his impulse control wasn't in tatters. "What if I'm very, very bad?" he rumbled, voice low. His hands went to Rose's hips, pulling her closer so that she was flush against him.
"Well, I could be convinced," Rose whispered, breath ghosting over his lips.
She'd barely finished voicing the last word when John's mouth covered her own. Just like in the alley there was no buildup. The kiss was immediately deep and wet, tongues and teeth in play as much as lips. Adrenaline and lust was still pumping through their veins and they didn't care that they were in plain view or even consider that Jack could show up any minute. Every ounce of their focus was on the play of tongues and the way their bodies fit together, on imagining all the different ways their bodies could fit together if they ever managed to make it to a bed.
"Well, I do seem to be making a habit of walking in on the two of you in compromising positions," Jack drawled, grin stretching across his face as he watched his two friends reluctantly draw away from each other. "Since you knew I'd be showing up soon both times, it almost feels like an invitation."
"Not an invitation," John said emphatically.
"Definitely not sharing," Rose added on. The smile she aimed at Jack was reminiscent of the cat who got the canary.
"You two are killing me, you know that right?"
John answered him by pulling the USB out of his pocket and holding it out to Jack. He took it with a laugh.
"I get it, I get it. I'll leave the two of you to it in just a minute. Any problems getting this?"
"Nope. Everythin' went down according to plan. Shouldn't be any trace of us except what we left on purpose." Rose said, relishing Jack's confused look. "I'm sure you'll hear about it tomorrow."
"Oh-kaaay," Jack replied. Rose was extremely enigmatic when she wanted to be and he knew she wouldn't explain any further even if he asked. "With that cryptic comment I will be on my way, leave you kids to continue what I interrupted. I'll drop in to say goodbye before I leave for the States."
He snapped off a quick salute at the two bank robbers. John returned it lazily and Jack was grinning as he turned and walked away from his friends. They didn't know it yet but he intended to gloat as much as he could get away with for being the one to bring them together.
John and Rose watched until Jack disappeared around a corner.
"So, back to your place?" Rose asked.
"Definitely."
They picked up their bags and set off down the street in silence once more. Again it was Rose who broke the conversational lull.
"Got distracted and forgot to ask earlier, do you like to travel?"
"Yes," he said tightly.
"Been a lot of places?" Rose pushed. She was still high on kisses and anticipation and adrenaline and willing to try her luck with her partner's hatred of sharing anything personal.
"A fair number." He'd travelled the world but it was back in the days he didn't like to remember, the days he had erased from his history and didn't talk about. Nowadays his feet itched and he wanted to run, wanted to throw himself into a new culture and eat the wrong foods and use the wrong verbs and get charged too much since he was obviously not a native. He wanted to see it all again on his own terms but he stayed still, tried to put down roots here in London because running away felt like handing over a victory to the people he hated and he wasn't going to allow that.
Rose looked up and saw the darkness brewing in his eyes, saw his clenched jaw and the way his mouth had thinned to a hard line. She had to hold back a sigh. Even the most innocuous topics seemed to set him off and navigating the minefield that was a semi-personal conversation with him was exhausting.
"Sorry, didn't mean to pry," she muttered after looking away, adjusting her grip on her bag.
John was at a loss. He really didn't want to talk about himself but he also didn't want Rose upset with him. (And oh that was a revelation. He normally didn't give a damn about who he upset.) He opened his mouth to say something, anything, maybe try to explain again that he didn't like talking about himself but Rose cut him off.
"How much farther to your building?" She wanted to argue with him about all his issues but this wasn't the time. She wanted to get back to his flat and peel his jacket and jeans off and not talk because their mouths would be otherwise occupied.
"Still hung up on the fact that I own the building?" John teased, glad for the subject change.
"Who the hell owns a building? In London? No one. That's not…that's not a thing that a normal person just buys!"
"Never claimed to be normal."
"Ain't that the truth," Rose shot back, bumping his shoulder with hers. "Now answer the question, I'm not over in this part of town very often."
"'Bout five minutes."
"Good."
"Impatient, are we?" he asked, grinning down at her.
She looked up with a wicked smile on her face. "Very."
John swallowed hard and picked up the pace, reveling in Rose's giggle. He was impatient too and he hadn't been joking when he told Rose he had plans for the two of them tonight. The sooner they got to his flat, the sooner he could put them into action.
They were quiet for the rest of the walk to John's flat. It was almost exactly five minutes later when John swiped them into the building.
He was in the process of trying to fit his key in the lock when Rose pressed against him from behind, molding her body against his and snaking her free hand around him to toy with the top of his waistband. He almost dropped the key.
"C'mon, John," Rose urged. She'd been fixating on their kisses for the last five minutes, remembering the way his lips felt on hers and how he seemed intent on devouring her, imagining him devoting the same attention to other places. Heat flashed through her and she pressed closer to John, letting her fingertips venture just below the waistband of his trousers. She wanted inside, wanted to start devouring him like the wolf she'd named herself.
She'd been dreaming about this for a year and her patience was gone.
John was of the same mind. Finally the key went in and he turned the lock, letting them into his flat.
The door had barely closed behind them when John had Rose pressed against the wall next to the door and his mouth was on hers. Their tongues clashed, picking up where they'd left off at the rendez-vous, and the alley, and the police box.
John had one hand on the wall next to Rose's head and one firmly planted on her arse. She was hanging onto him for dear life, hands on his shoulders trying to find purchase on the leather.
Rose spared a thought that devour had been the right word to use earlier. As far as she could tell, John was trying to steal her breath, trying to get the upper hand and maintain it. She couldn't have that.
She started pushing at his jacket without breaking the kiss. With a parting squeeze to her bum he moved his arms to assist and the leather hit the floor with a thud. Rose pulled back at the sound, looking up at him with dark eyes.
"Been dreamin' about that sound," she admitted breathlessly.
John smirked, that same fuck-me smirk that had been driving her crazy from the get go. "Guess my moves were a bit more than 'adequate' after all."
"Git," Rose said, lightly slapping his shoulder.
He took a tiny step forward, eliminating the space between them and leaning down so that his lips were just barely not touching hers. "I think you'll find by the end of tonight that my moves," he paused and placed a teasing kiss on the corner of her mouth, "are very impressive."
"You keep sayin' that," Rose retorted breathlessly, trying to keep her voice even as he brushed little butterfly kisses along her jaw. "Think you need to prove it."
He nipped at her earlobe before pulling back, eyes dark and smirk in place again. "Your wish is my command."
With that, his mouth slanted against hers once more. Rose moaned into the kiss when one of his hands slipped up the front of her shirt and palmed her breast.
John was completely overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations, by Rose's taste and the feeling of her pebbled nipple pushing into his palm through her sports bra. He groaned and ground his hips against her, needing friction. Rose's hands were roaming restlessly up and down his back, unable to stay still. He moved his hand from her breast to her back, spreading his fingers wide and pulling her infinitesimally closer to him.
Rose pulled back to gasp in a breath and John moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing his way down the column of her throat. One of her hands flew to the back of his head, tangling in the short strands when he licked at the mark he'd sucked into the skin over her collarbone back in the alleyway. He smirked against her skin and then gently nipped the discolored skin causing Rose to gasp and dig her fingernails into his scalp.
She grasped his ears and guided him back up to her mouth when it seemed like he wasn't going to move on his own.
"My turn," she whispered against his mouth.
Before he could try to puzzle out what she meant, Rose abruptly spun them so that John had his back to the wall instead of her. She used the hand she had on the back of his head to pull him down to her and proceeded to take control of the kiss, tongue invading his mouth, intent on mapping its contours and discovering all its secrets.
Remembering his reaction earlier, Rose fluttered her tongue against the roof of his mouth and was rewarded with a low sound of appreciation. John's hands moved down to her arse once more, squeezing before hauling her against him, reluctant to all there to be any space between them. He insinuated one of his thighs between hers, bringing her even closer and giving them both much needed friction.
Rose retaliated by pulling back slightly to capture his bottom lip between her teeth. Her fingers were playing with the short hairs on the back of his neck while her other hand was dipping beneath the back waistband of his trousers to trace the edge of his pants. She released his lip so she could drag her mouth along his jaw line. He leaned his head back against the wall, giving her more access, giving her an invitation to have a go at his throat.
She paused when she made it to his pulse point, spending a brief moment sucking a light pink mark over it that would be gone in a few minutes. Rose pulled her mouth away and placed a gentle kiss on the temporary mark, waited a beat so John would think she was moving on and then bit down on the spot. John's hips jerked forward and he let out a low groan, hands tightening on her hips. She released him and licked at the new mark to soothe it, feeling his heartbeat hammering double time underneath her tongue.
Rose continued to move her mouth upwards, scraping her teeth against a spot behind his ear that seemed especially sensitive and she planned on revisiting later before sucking his earlobe into her mouth and toying with it with her tongue.
After a few moments she popped it back out of her mouth and moved back to his lips, reclaiming him in a kiss. John maneuvered so that their tongues were back in her mouth but quickly realized that she was just allowing him to have the illusion of control while she actually pulled the strings.
They battled for control for a few more moments before their mouths separated as they both gasped for breath.
"Bedroom," Rose panted after a brief second. "You said you had plans for a bedroom and if we don't go right now I'm gonna have you right here against this wall."
John felt his cock twitch against the zipper of his trousers at the thought of just having Rose right here where they'd landed after entering the flat. But he wanted to see her sprawled on his bed more than he wanted to press her against the wall.
"Bedroom," he agreed, voice low and rough. Rose shivered at the sound.
She took a step back, running her eyes over the lean length of her partner as he lounged against the wall. "Need a minute?" she asked, innocent tone at odds with the look in her eyes.
John pushed off the wall with dangerous grace, crowding Rose until she took another step back. "Bedroom," he repeated, pinning the thief in place with eyes that only had a hint of the blue she was accustomed to visible.
She shivered again. He smirked.
He grabbed her hand as he moved past her, lacing their fingers and pulling her towards the hallway and their goal of a bedroom.
As soon as the door closed behind them Rose crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, depositing it on the floor. She smiled at John who was frozen by the doorway, watching her. She toed out of her trainers as she walked towards the bed, swaying her hips more than normal.
When she sat down on the foot of the bed, she looked up at John. "Coming?"
He bit back the obvious response and let out a low growl instead, crossing the room in a few long strides to join Rose on the bed. He sealed his mouth against hers again as they maneuvered so that she was laying on her back, head propped up on the pillows and John looming over her propped up on an elbow with a knee between her thighs.
He moved one of his hands to cup her breast through the black sports bra she had on. "Take it off," he said against her mouth as he squeezed.
Rose held back a whimper. "As long as you take off that jumper," she countered.
John pushed back onto his knees and pulled his jumper off in a smooth movement, revealing a toned chest with just a smattering of dark hair. Rose was about to reach out to touch, unable to control the impulse when he grinned down at her. "Your turn."
Quickly she pulled the bra over her head, mussing her hair even further, and threw it off the bed. John stared down at her for a moment. This is what he'd wanted, Rose laid out on his bed, blonde hair spread across his pillows while she looked up at him with those whiskey eyes full of lust and challenge. He wasn't going to waste a second of this opportunity since it was likely a once in a lifetime one. After all, this was a walk-away and he'd never see her again after tonight.
Ignoring the little pang in his heart at that thought, he reached out and filled his hand with one of her newly exposed breasts, thumb stroking over velvety skin and peaked nipple. Rose made a small noise in the back of her throat and he leaned down, trapping his hand against her as their mouths met once more.
Rose arched up at the feel of skin on skin, putting a hand on the back of his head to keep him in place as his tongue plundered her mouth, thrusting in and out and teasing her with a lazy imitation of what was to come. She groaned when he moved his hand to tweak her nipple and then pulled away from the kiss, panting next to his ear as he brushed kisses along the join between her neck and shoulder.
He moved down, leaving a wet trail down her chest as his mouth began lavishing attention on her other breast. His tongue flicked against her nipple, bringing it to full attention as he rolled the other one between his fingers. Without warning he sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth creating suction as he continued to work with his tongue.
"Oh god," Rose managed to get out, "knew you'd be good with your mouth."
John released her with a wet pop and gave her a wicked smile. "Been thinkin' about that have ya?"
"Maybe a bit," she admitted. She reached out and pulled him back up so she could kiss him. While he was distracted, she rolled them so she was on top.
She pulled back and grinned down at him as she rearranged their positions, moving so that her knees bracketed his hips. Rose was hovering over him barely touching, teasing him with what was to come.
John was impatient. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her down causing both of them to groan as her center came into contact with his caged erection. There were still four layers of fabric between them but when Rose moved her hips in a tight circle, grinding down on him, John's eyes rolled back in pleasure and he let out a long moan. Rose ran her hands over his chest, flicking at his nipples and mapping the slight definition of his abs while continuing to move against him.
"Rose," he groaned.
"Yes, John?" she asked, sounding far too much in control for John's liking.
"We're wearing too much clothing," he ground out.
"Take it your plans don't include any?" she teased.
He shook his head, momentarily distracted by the way her breasts were swinging in front of him.
Rose giggled and then started scooting down his thighs. He was about to protest her moving away when her hands moved to the button of his trousers and quickly popped them open. His eyes slammed shut when she slipped a hand inside to help ease his zipper down.
Then she was moving again. She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of pants and trousers and began sliding them down his hips, carefully freeing his erection. He heaved a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, wanting to see Rose's reaction. She was eyeing him like a favorite candy as she continued to slide his trousers down his legs taking his pants with them.
She raised an eyebrow at him when she got to his feet and realized he hadn't ever taken his boots off but didn't say a word as she untied them as fast as possible. Finally there was a pile of boots, socks, trousers, and pants on the floor and John was completely naked.
Rose wasted no time. She crawled back up his body and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking slowly. She wasn't going to tell him but so far everything pointed towards him being as impressive as he claimed. She lowered her head and latched onto a patch of skin right over his hipbone, intent on making a mark that would last. Rose knew he was still planning on walking away after tonight and if he did, she was damn well going to make sure that he wasn't leaving without a reminder of her.
John watched as Rose made her mark trying to keep from bucking his hips. There was a familiar feral look in her eyes as they locked with his and as she nipped at the new mark and he had a brief thought that her moniker of Bad Wolf was particularly apt.
As soon as she released him with a final kiss to the darkening skin he pulled her back up his body and covered her mouth with his, hands tangling in her hair. Their teeth clashed and noses bumped as they tried to devour each other, both quickly losing finesse as lust and leftover adrenaline coursed through their veins.
John wrenched his mouth away. "You're still wearing clothes."
"Fix it, Doctor," she shot back, panting.
He grinned and rolled them over. "Budge up."
She moved further up the bed until her shoulders were resting on the pillows. John rose up so that he was kneeling nest to her and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her trousers, thanking any deity that was listening that they were made of some sort of stretchy fabric and didn't seem to have any fasteners he had to fumble with. He pulled on them, keeping eye contact with Rose as he took trousers, pants, and socks in one go, dumping them all on the floor with his.
He sucked in a breath when he looked her over, finally naked and in his bed like he'd been dreaming of for a year. The reality was so much better.
John moved to kneel between her legs, filling his hands with her breasts again. Rose was breathing hard, watching his every move for a hint at what he was going to do next. He knew she was also looking for a way to get the upper hand again but he wasn't going to let her have it.
He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth again, reveling in the feel of her nails digging into his scalp as she tried to keep him in place. He grinned against her skin when he released her and began to move down.
Rose's breath caught when he settled his wide shoulders between her knees, rested his hands on her upper thighs and smirked up at her. "I think you said something about me bein' good with me mouth," he said.
That was all the warning he gave before lowering his head and licked from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, causing Rose to shout. He flicked his tongue against it once and pulled back.
"You're incredibly wet, Rose," he commented, voice sounding both awed and smug.
Rose didn't care, she just wanted him to go back to what he was doing. "God, been this way since-" she broke off with a whimper when he closed his lips around her sensitive nub again. "Been this way since the alley," she finished when he let up for a moment.
It was indeed only a momentary reprieve. John set to his chosen task with enthusiasm, tongue thrusting into her as deep as he could manage, reenacting their kisses and establishing the same rhythm, before pulling back to tease her clit. He slid his arms underneath her thighs and wrapped them around to use his hands to keep her hips still.
Rose could feel her orgasm building, could feel the coil tightening as John continued to put his very talented mouth to use. Her fists were clenched in the duvet as she held on for dear life. She looked down her body at John and jolted when she realized he was watching her.
He lifted his head enough to give her a wicked smile, lips and chin glistening with her arousal and blue eyes dark with desire. Then he bent down and sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking rapidly with his tongue.
Rose came with a shout, walls tightening around nothing. He continued his ministrations, gently licking until she came down from her orgasm. With a farewell nip to her inner thigh he pulled back and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling back up her body.
Rose pulled his head down and kissed him languidly, seeking out her taste in his mouth. It was only a few seconds before the kiss turned urgent once more, John taking control as he ground his neglected erection against her hip.
"Condom?" She questioned when he pulled back and started making another mark on the other side of her neck.
"Nightstand," he answered, voice muffled by her skin.
Quickly, Rose rolled them over again, straddling John as she reached over to open the drawer of the nightstand. She'd just grabbed a condom when John grabbed her hips to pull her back down on top of him.
Rose threw her head back as she came into contact with his cock, this time with no layers between them. She rubbed herself against his cock, enjoying the feel of his big hands grasping hard at her thighs and the way the head of his cock hit against her clit, reigniting her arousal.
She pulled back, scooting down his thighs and taking him in hand. Rose gave him a couple of firm strokes before ripping open the condom and rolling it onto him. Once it was on, she returned to her former position, rubbing against him and driving herself closer to a second orgasm.
John moved his hands up to her hips, guiding her motions for a moment before gripping tighter and rolling them over once more.
"Control freak," Rose teased when she found herself on bottom again.
"You're one to talk," he shot back. They'd been battling for control since the moment they met and it was no surprise that they were doing the same now that they'd finally made it to this point.
John bent down and set to darkening the second mark he'd made as one of his hands moved down her body. Rose jolted when he slipped a finger inside of her and moaned when a second finger was added as he nipped at her neck. He thrust his fingers in and out a few time, circling her clit with his thumb.
"I'm ready, John. Need you inside me. Now." Rose panted out. She could feel herself climbing again and wanted him buried within her when she came.
John didn't argue. He took himself in hand and guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss as he slid home.
His jaw slackened and his mouth stopped moving against hers as he tried to hold onto his last shred of control. She was so hot and tight and it felt so right. Rose whispered his name against his lips and finally, finally, he began moving. The rhythm he'd set with his tongue earlier translated to the movement of his hips.
John knew he wasn't going to last long, not after all the buildup. He reached down and started rubbing at Rose's clit, determined that she was going to come with him.
It was fast after that, both of them unable to control the noises that escaped them. Rose squeezed him with her inner walls when he inadvertently pressed harder on her clit. That shattered the last bit of control causing him to start thrusting faster and harder, rhythm being abandoned as he chased release.
Rose's nails bit into his back and she leaned up and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. John broke, freezing as his orgasm took him over. His fingers kept moving though and within a few seconds Rose fell over the edge again, his name falling from her lips as her walls tightened spasmodically around him.
John collapsed, rolling off of her so he wouldn't crush her. They both lay there for a second, breathing hard. After a moment, John carefully got out of bed and padded to the loo to take care of the condom. He came back with a wet flannel and wordlessly offered it to Rose.
They didn't speak a word as they cleaned up but when John lay back on the bed after stripping off the duvet and folded the blanket back to invite Rose to lay down with him she grinned at him and figured no words were really necessary.
She climbed back into the bed and cuddled up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder and throwing an arm across his waist. He brushed a barely-there kiss to the top of her head and trailed his fingers up and down her back.
Rose smiled into his chest and finally broke the silence. "You were right by the way," she said through a yawn. "Your moves are impressive."
He chuckled, chest vibrating under Rose's cheek. "Told you. Now go to sleep, Rose."
They both let the exhaustion take over and succumbed to sleep, neither aware that the other was wondering how they were going to walk away in the morning, how one night could possibly be enough.