Wishing on Stars: Part 1
Despite John's feelings that he'd made a horrible mistake in agreeing to this arrangement, he couldn't help the way the thought of Friday made him feel inexplicably excited. Finally, he was going to be with Rose the way he had been desiring to since the day he'd met her. Or well, close enough that is.
The week dragged by slowly for John, his mind wandering often during his lectures. He thought obsessively of what it would be like to finally be inside her, to be as close to her as one could possibly be. What it would be like to hear her moan and gasp in pleasure. To see her face when she fell apart.
John took all the necessary preparations for their night, wanting it to be perfect. He stocked up on condoms, making sure they were stuffed away in an accessible place. He cleaned up his dorm, washing his sheets and picking up loose laundry on the floor. He made sure his roommate would keep himself scarce that night. He called Donna and promptly freaked out for twenty minutes until she calmed him down. All there left to do now was wait.
He hardly saw Rose through the week and he wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose as some way to amp up what they would be doing later, or if she just so happened to be busy. Either way, his stomach tied up into knots every time he thought about her, so he didn't think that, under the circumstance, it would be wise to go out of his way to track her down like he normally might.
On Thursday, however, she shot him a quick text confirming that they would still be getting chips tomorrow, letting him know that she hadn't yet changed her mind on their plans. John's fingers were shaking so badly as he tried to send his reply back that it took him three tries to type out anything coherent.
John didn't sleep much that night, too much nervous energy coursing through his body. When morning came along, he penned in a time to take a short nap before they went out for chips, wanting to be well-rested enough for when they...He still could hardly think about what they would be doing later tonight without his mind going hazy around the edges.
As the time he was supposed to meet her began approaching, John changed into a pair of dark wash jeans that she'd once told him made his bum look good. And the whole time he was pulling them up and over his slim hips, he tried to convince himself that he had chosen them at random and not out of conscious thought as had been the case. He also wore a slim fitting t-shirt, deciding to go light on the layers, considering. He carefully ran his fingers through his hair, styling it to his preferred effortless look, and then swallowed hard when he thought about what it would be like when it was her fingers scraping at his scalp. Finally, he grabbed his keys and walked out of his room to begin his trek towards the chippy he had frequented with Rose a hundred times before. But this, John knew, would not be like any of those times.
He got there earlier than her, just as he'd planned, and ordered their chips, dumping salt and vinegar on them in just the way she liked. Then his foot began to tap restlessly on the linoleum floor as he waited for her to arrive. What if she had changed her mind? Realized what a bad idea this was? His hands felt clammy and his head was swimming with both doubts and the possibilities of what tonight might entail. John had never felt so close to puking in his life.
She entered the chip shop, a flash of blonde hair, bright eyes, and a wide smile. She was wearing a summery, yellow dress, the end of which was just skimming her creamy thighs, the bodice clinging tantalizingly to her curves. Her hair was wavy and her make-up light and easy, her lips painted a light pink color that attracted attention to her mouth. John had to physically restrain himself from letting his jaw drop as he took her in. She slid into the booth with him, an air of total ease surrounding her while he, himself, felt like his heart was trying to trip right out of his chest. She gave him a knowing smile and then nodded to the chips.
"You ordered already then?"
John nodded, his throat still not working correctly. "Mmm," she said, picking up a chip and popping it into her mouth. A groan slid past her plump, pink lips. "Oh these're gorgeous." John's stomach clenched and he had to withhold a groan of his own as he watched her lick the excess salt and vinegar from her fingers. His eyes were transfixed on her, unable to look away even if he tried. Slowly she met his gaze, her own eyes hooded, and John had to suppress another groan. The little tease knew exactly what she was doing.
"Are you going to eat, John?" she asked, gesturing towards the chips, her eyes black with desire. "Gotta keep your energy up if you want to keep up with me tonight after all." Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper, and with this direct reference to the night ahead of them, John could no longer take it. A violent blush overtook his face and his eyes dropped to the checkered tablecloth. All she'd done was give him a few heated glances and spoken a few sultry sentences and already he could feel the arousal pounding in his veins.
When he forced himself to look back up again, Rose's eyebrows had furrowed in concern, the dark look in her eye all but gone. "Are you all right?" she asked him, biting her lip.
"Fine," he said, just the slightest bit out of breath. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure you haven't changed your mind? You can tell me if you have." She was biting her thumbnail now.
"No." His reply came just a touch too quickly. He cleared his throat. "No, no. I haven't changed my mind." Definitely not.
"Good," she said, and that predatory look was back in her eyes, searing him. "Because I've been thinking about this all week." She picked up another chip, popping it in her mouth in a way that shouldn't have been as attractive as it was. John felt a whimper building up in the back of his throat at the combination of her teasing words and actions. She was going to be the death of him.
"H-have you?" Surely, his voice couldn't physically reach the octave he'd just somehow achieved. Rose chuckled, the sound low and gravely. John felt himself twitch in his trousers, almost as if the sound had somehow had a direct line to his cock. He had to shove a few chips in his mouth to disguise the beginnings of another groan.
"I have," she confirmed just as John felt the lightest pressure against his ankle. He jumped at the unexpected contact and Rose's grin went as wide as the Cheshire Cat's. Then she leaned closer, her bare foot deftly slipping up under the cuff of his jeans to press against his skin.
John was going to go insane if he didn't gain back some kind of ground here, so clearing his throat, he leaned a little closer as well and whispered, "What exactly did you think about, Rose?"
Her eyes were like liquid fire, her smile dripping in sin, and her foot slipped back out in order to move higher up his leg. "I've thought," she said slowly, licking her lips, "about your cock inside of me. I've thought about riding you until we both can't take it anymore." Her foot inched another fraction upwards and John thanked all the gods he didn't believe in that this chip shop had tables adorned in table cloth.
"Fuck, Rose," he hissed as her words washed over him like a physical caress, his forehead erupting in perspiration.
"Are you hard right now?"
"God yes," he said, embarrassment a thing of the past.
"Good, because I am very, very wet."
John stood up abruptly, her foot dislodging from where it had been stroking along his calf. If he wasn't inside her soon, then things were going to get very sticky in his favorite pair of jeans. John held out his hand for her and she took it, smirking at him. He wanted to kiss the look right of her face.
"Time to go already?" she asked innocently, and John growled, properly growled and tightened his hand on hers, pulling her along. His body was taut with tension, arousal coursing through him, his cock straining against the confining fabric of his jeans. God, did he want her.
The walk back to his dorm room was a short one, but to John it was agonizing. He was hyperaware of the woman next to him. He could hear the way her dress was shifting around her thighs as she walked, feel the press of her side against his, feel the way her thumb stroked against the back of his hand, hear the way she was breathing almost as heavily as he was.
They got to his dorm room and he fumbled with getting the door unlocked, his hands shaking in eagerness, until finally Rose had to take the key away from him, giggling the whole while. However, when they got inside her giggling stopped quite abruptly when he pressed her against his door, fitting his body to hers in order to hold her in place as his mouth came crashing down.
She responded immediately, widening her stance so that his hips could fit in the cradle of her thighs, opening her mouth under the assault of his tongue, her hands coming up to tangle in the mass of his brown hair, just like he'd imagined earlier. She scraped his scalp, once, twice, then her nails raked down his back, slipping up underneath his light t-shirt, coming in contact with his skin. John groaned against her mouth, pressing closer.
Rose's mouth migrated away from his eliciting a whimper from John that quickly turned into a groan as her mouth began traveling down the length of his neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh, but careful not to leave a mark.
He wanted her to leave a mark. He wanted to be marked by her. He wanted to be marked as hers. He wanted to belong to her and he wanted her to belong to him. He wanted a lot of things in fact: her hand in his and cuddling together and sharing lazy kisses and her wearing his sweatshirts and-
John pushed those thoughts violently away, scolding himself for his attachment. Carefully, he worked to build his resolve back up, to focus on what this was about and not what he wanted. This was sex, that's all it was, and it would be good for him to remember that.
Getting back into the moment wasn't difficult as Rose's hand had migrated down to his jean-clad bum, giving him a gentle squeeze that caused his hips to rock forward against hers. He felt that smirk again, against his neck, and this time he didn't have to hold himself back from kissing the look off her face.
As he worked her mouth, John allowed one of his hands to fall on her waist and begin a trek down her side until he reached the teasing hem of her dress. He felt Rose's lips stutter against his as he slipped his hand up underneath so that he was touching her bare thigh. Now it was John's turn to smirk as he slowly inched his hand up the curving skin, waiting to come into contact with the side of her knickers so he could yank them off.
He didn't.
John broke the kiss abruptly. "You're not wearing any knickers," he said in a scandalized tone. Rose's lips quirked into a playful smile and the hand that had been resting on his bum moved upwards so that she could slip it down the back side of both his jeans and pants, touching his bare skin. With this new leverage, Rose pulled, making him stumble slightly closer so that he was leaning over her. Then he felt the soft brush of her lips teasing at his ear.
"I suppose I'm not. What're you going to do about it?" Her teeth dragged against his earlobe.
John growled, tired of her teasing him. He needed to gain back ground, get under her skin the way that she was under his. In a quick flash, John used his free hand to pin both her arms above her head in order to begin another assault on her mouth. Meanwhile, his hand, the one that still rested under her dress in the vicinity of her thigh, moved slowly inward and upwards, trailing intricate patterns along the soft, inner skin of her thigh. Rose's head fell back against the wall with a small thud and John followed, keeping their mouths attached as his tongue slid wetly against hers.
When he broke the kiss, Rose was panting heavily, her gaze black and hooded and her lips red and swollen. John memorized the look, wondering if he'd ever get to see it again. They hadn't discussed anything past this night after all; there were no guarantees.
He was just going to have to make the most of it.
So, biting down on the passion that was roaring through him, John focused on slowing things down. He pulled his hand out from her dress (Rose issuing a noise of protest at this) and then leaned in to beginning kissing her again, slower. When they broke apart this time Rose was looking up at him, a question in her gaze. John cleared his throats and brought his free hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Then slowly, he trailed his same hand down her neck until he reached the thin strap of her dress.
"Off," he said in no more than a whisper.
Rose caught on quickly to the shift in pace, and brought her hands up to slowly slide the straps from her shoulders, looking up at him underneath her eyelashes all the while. The dress pooled into a puddle at her feet.
She didn't have a bra on either, John discovered as he allowed his eyes to slowly sweep her form. He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, exquisite even. In all the times he had imagined this moment the words had fell so easily off his tongue. Now they were choking him.
"You too," Rose said quietly, interrupting his thoughts, her eyes unfathomable as she stared at him. "Off."
John nodded and gripped the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it in a few quick jerks over his head. Rose's hands had already dove to the button of his jean, eliciting a hiss from him as she brushed (quite purposely, he thought) against his erection. It wasn't long before both his jeans and pants had found their way to the floor to join her dress.
Rose stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms back around him, her lips finding his again and his cock resting comfortably between their bodies. Rose's hands found their way back to his hair, stroking his scalp. He sighed against her mouth and began moving them towards his bed.
He fell backwards, her landing on top, straddling him. She'd implied in the chip shop that she wanted to be on top, and John was nothing if not obliging. Besides, he wasn't sure of the rules at this point, wasn't sure what was and wasn't allowed so it was best to let her show him.
Rose began marking a path down his chest with her mouth, sucking and nibbling at his skin, taking a nipple in between her teeth. Her fingers roamed his stomach, making the muscles jump involuntarily and he felt Rose grin against him as they did. John remained passive, focusing on his breathing and on not overstepping any bounds. After a moment however he felt Rose huff against him, the air only stimulating him further as it cooled the wet paths her mouth had just marked.
"Touch me," she commanded.
He didn't need to be told twice. He reached out towards her, his hands coming to rest safely on her waist. Then gently he began stroking along her skin, skimming the sides of her breasts (magnificent breasts, he might add). Then branching his thumbs out, he allowed himself to caress her nipples, feeling them pucker up underneath his touch. Rose's answering moan vibrated against the crook of his neck.
John teased her nipples for a moment more before grasping one breast fully, feeling its weight in his palm and then gently kneading the skin. Rose was panting now, soft little noise that made John grin smugly.
Then she was grabbing his hand, leading it down to where she really wanted it. "I think that's enough teasing," she said, as she slid his fingers through her wetness.
John groaned at the warmth that greeted him. Rose's hips were making small swivel movements as he explored her, seeking more friction from him. John pumped a finger inside her, delighting at the keening noise she made as he set a rhythm. He was soon adding another finger and another at her request, moving harder and faster inside her. She keened, riding his fingers with increasing intensity, her jaw slackening and eyes squeezing shut. He swiped his thumb over her clit, moving in quick tight circles, and her hips jerked hard in response. Then she was coming, her inner muscles clenching and clenching around his fingers spasmodically. John watched, completely enthralled, as she threw her head back and let her lips part in a wordless cry.
He brought her back down with gentle thrusts of his fingers, watching her face closely as it slowly relaxed into a blissful expression. Her eyes opened and she met his gaze with a dopey look that made John's stomach flutter.
"Good?" he asked gently.
"Very good," she said, still slightly out of breath. "You have very adept fingers. Like a Doctor."
This threw John completely and he looked up at her quizzically. "A Doctor?"
"Yeah," she said, blowing a piece of hair off her sweaty forehead. "A Doctor, you know. Got to be all...precise for, umm, surgery and stuff."
John burst out laughing and Rose swatted him against the shoulder. "Shut up," she said, "my mind's still feeling a bit hazy after that."
John smirked. "Is that what you're going to call me from now on then? Doctor?"
"Might do," she said, flicking her tongue out between her teeth. "That way, every time I do, you'll be reminded of this." Lightning fast, her hand reached down to grasp his cock, giving it one firm stroke down. John's eyes rolled back into his head.
Rose grinned as John's hips bean rocking up to meet her hand. She continued teasing him, her grip loose and light as she caressed his cock. It wasn't long before he was begging her to speed up, to move faster, harder. Rose obliged, and John nearly choked as his orgasm began swiftly approaching under her skilled ministrations. Just as he couldn't take it anymore, John brought his hand up to stop hers, his voice cracking out a hoarse, "Enough."
Rose nodded understandingly, then asked, "Condoms?"
"Bedside drawer."
Rose reached over and pulled out the brand new, unopened box. "You buy these just for me?" she asked, teasingly.
John blushed. "Maybe."
Rose looked towards the box of condoms then back to him, her face curious. She opened her mouth presumably to ask something, thought better of it and then looked down again to focus tearing into the box. She pulled out a square of foil, ripped it open with her teeth and then began moving back over him, condom in hand. Slowly, she rolled it over him, all the while never breaking eye contact. John's heart stuttered in his chest.
"There," she said. "Now how do you want to do this?"
"Umm, well, I mean..You said in the chip shop that you wanted to...?"
"Mmm, is that what you want, though?"
"I want whatever you want," he said honestly. Rose's head snapped up at this and John ducked his eyes from her piercing look.
"Yeah?" Her voice sounded breathless. He nodded.
"Right." Carefully, she aligned them, then slowly she sank down. John had to restrain himself from bucking up into her. The feeling of being wrapped in her heat was overwhelmingly good. It had been way too long for him, and now finally he was living out every fantasy he'd ever had in the last two years.
Once she was fully seated, she paused, her eyes shut in concentration. John lightly touched her cheek. "Okay?" he asked.
"Fuck, yeah. You feel good."
"Yeah," John said in a strained voice. "So do you." Hesitantly, he reached out and placed his hands on her waist, stroking his thumb over the skin there. "Are-are you, umm, ready then?"
A second later and Rose was nodding her head. John let out a shuddery sigh and then with the support of his hands, Rose was rising up and then plunging back down on him.
John threw his head back into the pillow as the intensity of the feeling washed over him. Above him, he heard Rose moan. From there they dissolved into guttural moans and sweat-soaked skin, with Rose shouting out the odd expletive when he hit a particularly good spot. John had to focus all his will power on not coming too early as he guided her at a quickening pace up and down his length. It wasn't long, however, before John felt the pressure building up to its boiling point.
"Rose, Rose," he panted. "Are you-are you close?"
She keened. "Yeah, yeah almost just-" she trailed off, grabbing one of his hands to guide it towards her clit. John began rubbing the small bud in tight, fast circles the same rhythm he'd used earlier, hoping to tip her over the edge before he lost all control.
Rose was slamming down roughly now on every stroke, all finesse lost as she chased her release. A few more thrusts and he felt her walls tighten around him like a vice, the muscles clenching rhythmically around his cock. Rose cried out, her body shuddering with her climax. John was so close now, his body wound tight like a bow string. Shifting underneath her, he encouraged her to keep moving on top of him. Just a few more thrusts and...
"Come," Rose said, her hips slamming down to meet his. "Come. Doctor, come."
Who was he to deny her? His body spasmed and he came so hard he saw stars burst behind his eyelids.
When he came to again, Rose was stroking a fingertip idly on his chest. Then their eyes met and she smiled that tongue-touched smile of hers and John couldn't help grinning back.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello."
They both giggled breathlessly.
"I can't believe we just did that," Rose said. John froze, unable to help the sharp feeling of panic that shot through him at her words.
"Do-do you regret it?" he asked, wondering how on Earth he was going to be able to live with himself if she did. Rose rolled her eyes at him.
"Not a bit," she said, giving him a quick peck. "That was a rather fantastic shag after all."
That word brought John crashing back down from his high. It was like ice water shooting through his veins, washing away the warmth and happiness he'd just been feeling. A Shag. Right. Just a shag. That's all this had been.
Rose sighed and began pushing herself up from his bed. "Well then, I should probably be getting back to my dorm."
John swallowed and nodded, not trusting his voice. The word stay felt heavy on his tongue and he didn't trust himself not to blurt it out. In all his fantasies, he had imagined falling asleep with his arms wrapped around her afterwards, his nose nestled in her hair and their bodies pressed closely together.
Rose stood up fully then and stretched, her naked body washed in the moonlight that was peering in from his window. John couldn't help but stare at her in awe, committing the sight to his memory, not wanting to forget a single curve of her body.
Rose moved to pick up her dress from the ground, pulling the light fabric over her head until it was settled in place.
John tore his eyes away from her and busied himself with disposing of the condom, feeling the beginning tendrils of awkwardness weaving its way into the room.
Rose let out a huff. "Hey now. None of this," she said, moving her way towards him as he focused on pulling his pants back on. "We said we weren't going to let it be weird, right?"
John's shoulders sagged. "You're right. Sorry."
Rose brightened up. "Good, because I expect a repeat performance, Doctor."
John's head whipped up in surprise, his heart beginning to thud rapidly in his chest. "Repeat?" he squeaked.
Rose's eyes furrowed, and she suddenly looked unsure of herself. "Well yeah, I mean, don't you want to?"
"Of course I do," John said, just a little too quickly.
"Hmm, good. Glad that's settled then." She took a step towards him. "Here. Come here."
He obliged, stepping closer to her. She then wound her arms around his neck, giving him a hug. His hands settled around her waist, squeezing back. "There see. Zero weirdness. You're still my best friend, yeah?"
"Yeah," he said thickly.
"Good, now I'll see you tomorrow." Rose cast him one last small smile and then turned to leave. Before he could help himself, however, John spoke up. "Hey, Rose?"
She turned back to him. "Yeah?"
"I...well, I was just wondering you see- you just had this weird look on your face when I said that I, well, bought the condoms for tonight," you "and it...it looked like you wanted to ask me something?" John's heart was pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to ask her, but something told him he had to know what her answer would be. What that look had meant.
"Oh, it was nothing." She shrugged. "Really. I just...I was just going to ask when the last time it was that you had...you know? But it's none of my business," she said quickly when his eyes slipped from hers.
"No, it's fine. I...I don't mind telling you. It was, umm, back before I knew you actually. There was, well- she was a foreign exchange student. From France. Reinette, her name was. But it...I found out she was cheating on me, so..." John shrugged.
Rose's eyes furrowed in concern. "I'm sorry."
"No, no. It was a while ago. I'm fine. It was for the best anyway. That we broke up, I mean."
Rose nodded, biting her lip and then suddenly her eyes hardened. "This is why this arrangement is going to be perfect, John. We don't need to deal with all the Reinettes and Jimmys in the world. This way we don't get hurt."
John closed his eyes, took in a shuddering breath, then opened them again to meet her eyes. "Yeah, it's...it's good. Really...good."
Rose nodded as if sealing the deal, as if signing the contract to their pact. Then she walked out the door, her hips lightly swaying. John flopped back down on his bed and let out a long sigh. He stared up at the little plastic stars that clung to his ceiling, glowing dimly in the dark of his room. One by one he counted them, wondering how many wishes he had made on them that had just been crushed by her words.