Rose couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated.
It appeared that once the Doctor had made his decision, once he stopped resisting the heated attraction between them, a switch had been flipped in his mind. No longer passive, no longer hesitant, he now seemed intent on claiming her body with the same utterly focused passion that he typically devoted to saving innocent lives. She had spent many nights imagining what it would be like to be the object of that passion, the center of that focus. The reality did not disappoint.
The door to her room had barely closed when he grabbed her around the waist, taking her chin in one hand and kissing her deeply, nipping softly at her lips until she opened them, teasing her tongue with his. He pulled her body against him, letting her feel how hard he was, how badly he wanted her, before guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed, kissing her fast and hard and giving her a conspiratorial smile.
Once he had her seated he stepped back and slowly, agonizingly slowly, removed what remained of his clothing.
In the dim lamplight of her bedroom he was a painter's dream, with lean muscles that curved and rippled sensuously as he moved, catching shadows on smooth skin that looked so soft Rose's fingers itched to touch him. She didn't, though. She knew he wanted her to stay where he had put her, and she didn't dare to risk breaking the spell of this moment for anything, so she clenched the bedspread in her hands to hold them still.
Her mouth watered as she drank in the sight of his naked body. Her eyes were drawn irresistibly down the planes of his chest and abdomen, hungrily taking in the sight of his gorgeous cock, swollen and flushed darker than the rest of his skin, achingly erect as he walked slowly towards her.
Rose wanted nothing more than to taste him, to fall to her knees and lick away the drop of pre-cum that glistened at its tip, to take the whole length of him in her mouth and make him moan her name, but it appeared the Doctor had other ideas.
Clothes discarded, he knelt in front of her again, and placed the softest of kisses on her inner thighs before raising his hand to run a finger gently along the length of her slit.
"Human women," he murmured, breathing in the smell of her, "have the most brilliantly intoxicating pheromones."
Then he began to plant soft tender kisses along her folds, barely tasting, moaning softly in pleasure as he did so. The moaning and his warm breath against her skin caused Rose to start whimpering.
"I shouldn't want you," he went on to say. "Most Gallifreyans don't even like sex. Did you know? I'm sure you know that. Sexual desire was all but entirely bred out of the Time Lords eons ago. But these pheromones of yours... They're simply amazing. They tap into parts of my brain that should have been long extinct. And when I can smell you like this, when I can taste you..."
He kissed her pussy again, letting his tongue dip just for a second inside of her. She gasped as her body responded with a fresh wave of moisture, and he smiled darkly at her.
"When I taste you," he purred, "I grow so hard it takes my breath away from me, and all I can think about is how incredible it would feel to bury my cock inside of your hot human body, to take you, to fuck you until you're screaming for release, to feel your orgasm from inside you, feel your muscles clenching around me, again and again, until we are both left weak and sweaty and panting like primitive animals."
The sound of those filthy words coming out of the Doctor's mouth, especially this version of him with that velvety baritone voice, sent a spike of arousal through Rose so intense it took her breath away. Her thighs were soaked, the Doctor's fingers slick with her juices, and when he leaned down to taste her again, so softly, she choked back a moan of frustration.
"Want to touch you," she begged, clenching her fists harder in the bedding.
"Yes, darling creature, I know," he purred. "But if I let you do that now I won't last. You've got me too worked up. And I want this to last, Rose. I want to savor every single moment. So before you touch me, darling, I want to see exactly how beautiful you are when you cum."
With that, he plunged two clever fingers inside of her and out again, a steady rhythm a bit too slow for Rose's tastes, but deep, and trailed featherlike kisses along her labia, slowing to kiss the swollen bud at the apex of her slit and slowly caress it with his tongue.
Rose cried out, lying back on the bed and parting her legs farther. She was so close already, she felt like she was going mad. She writhed against his hand, desperate for more contact, faster movements.
"So gorgeous," he murmured, almost lazily. "And you really do taste absolutely amazing."
Then he bent his head once again to her sex, gliding his tongue along the length of it, paying special care to the swollen ball of nerves at its apex. His two clever fingers moved inside of her again, twisting and curling and driving her mad.
It was not long at all before Rose felt her orgasm approaching, building with a slow, intense pressure that made her cry out and arch up into his mouth.
"Doctor!" she gasped, tangling one hand in his hair as the other clawed furiously at the bedding.
She was panting, squirming, groaning.
"Tell me what you need, Rose." he murmured, looking up at her, his blue eyes almost black with desire.
"You. More of you. Just... you," she gasped.
"Mmmm," he hummed his approval as his lips once again found the sensitive bud of her clitoris, sucking gently as he added a third finger when he next thrust into her soaking core.
Gasping, Rose felt her muscles spasm around his fingers as her orgasm overtook her. She cried out his name as she came apart, shuddering, awash in a kaleidoscope of sensation.
He came up onto the bed, smiling. He kissed her, long and languid. She could taste herself on his swollen lips.
"That was amazing," she told him once she remembered how to speak.
"It was, wasn't it?" He replied with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Oi. I see modesty isn't your strong suit in this incarnation either."
He shrugged and grinned at her.
"No point in faking it. You have to admit for someone who doesn't engage in sex particularly often I'm rather desperately clever."
He batted his eyes at her.
"Well then," she said, smiling mischievously as she leaned up to give him a long kiss and catch his bottom lip between her teeth. "If that's how it's gonna be, I guess I'll just have to find my own way to wipe that smug look off of your face."
Now it was her turn.
Still tingling from the force of her orgasm, she reached a hand down between them and grabbed his cock, squeezing gently. He felt just like a human, velvety soft skin over deliciously rigid flesh, the only difference being his slightly cooler skin, but even that was warming in her hot, human hand.
Sliding down off of the bed she took him in her mouth, and before long she was aching again to feel him inside of her; the sounds he was making stoked her arousal almost as much as his touch had moments earlier.
She hummed contentedly around his length as she worked him with her hands and tongue. She couldn't get enough of him. The taste of his skin was driving her wild.
He stopped her far sooner than she would have liked, breath ragged, with a hand in her hair.
"I want to be inside of you now," he growled, eyes wild as he pulled her up onto the bed again and kissed her swollen mouth.
Wordlessly she nodded and laid back on the thick comforter. She was so turned on she could barely think, let alone speak.
The Doctor came to rest over her, bracing himself on his arms and Rose's hips moved to grind up against him of their own accord. She placed her hands on his biceps and looked into his eyes, moaning at the feeling of him pushing against her entrance.
"Rose, are you sure about this?" He whispered.
"As sure as I've ever been of anything, Doctor."
She squeezed his arms reassuringly and lifted her head to kiss him again as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He smiled at her with eyes full of heat and adoration, then pushed slowly inside of her, deeper and deeper, not stopping until their hips met.
The both gasped at the sensation.
He paused for a moment, eyes closed, apparently transfixed by the feeling of her around him.
Rose studied his face and felt emotions swelling within her powerful enough to bring tears to her eyes. She had no words to describe how desperately she loved this man.
Yes, she thought. Yes. This.
"Rose," he breathed, "this is incredible. You are incredible."
"Move, Doctor," she begged, rolling her hips.
He did.
They set a slow, deliberate pace with deep, long strokes, Rose rocking her hips to meet each of his thrusts. She couldn't stop the tears of joy from forming in her eyes as she moved with him. Years of wanting him and missing him came together all at once, and she found herself utterly overwhelmed by emotion.
The Doctor's eyes were filled with wonder, as if he'd never experienced anything quite like her before.
Well to him you're a stranger, she thought to herself. You are completely brand new.
Overcome with love and desire Rose wrapped her arms and legs tight around him and pulled him closer to her, deeper inside. Her fingers tangled in his silky curls as he bent his forehead to rest against the hollow of her throat.
"Doctor," she gasped.
He moaned in return and kissed her neck, then rolled them over. Rose whimpered briefly as he moved, pulling out of her for a moment, then immediately impaled herself again on his length the moment she found herself on top, able to control their movements.
"Show me what you like," the Doctor said, eyes dark with passion. "And I'll try to remember it for when we meet again."
Rose wouldn't have thought that he could make her blush at this point, naked and riding him in her bed, but at that thought she felt her cheeks flush nonetheless.
She leaned down to kiss him as she began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm and rolling her hips a little with each stroke, to maximize the depth of his penetration.
"Oh, Rose..." he groaned feverishly as she picked up the pace, "how am I ever going to let you go? If only we had more time together, the places I would take you. We could make love in the shadows of the towers of Darillium as they sing or sneak off to shag in a corner at the coronation of Elizabeth VI..."
His voice, his low, urgent, indecently sexy voice, was driving her mad.
"You like it when I talk," he observed. Reaching up to cup a breast in each palm. "Come on Rose. Show me how you like to ride my cock."
He was close, she could tell. Sitting up, she took his hand and put it between them, silently asking for him to touch her. He complied.
It only took a moment. Suddenly Rose fell forward as the orgasm ripped through her and the universe exploded in a flood of white light.
The Doctor wrapped his arms tight around her and rolled her over again onto her back. He then began to pound into her desperately, taking one of her legs over his shoulder as he gripped the headboard with his other hand.
Rose gasped and cried out with the force and depth of every stroke, her inner walls hypersensitive from her orgasm.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, clutching at his thighs, the sheets, her own hair, anything she could reach.
The Doctor kept moving faster and harder, and Rose closed her eyes to ride the wave of sensation until his she felt his movements becoming erratic. She opened her eyes to see every muscle in his body tense up as he came, head thrown back and eyes closed,with an almost animalistic sound torn from his throat. Gasping (in spite of his respiratory bypass) he raised his eyes to hers, and they were full of such passion and awe it brought fresh tears to her eyes.
He moved off of her, despite her sounds of protest, and came to lie next to her on the bed, propped up on one arm as he ran his fingers through her tangled hair, gently loosening the knots.
When she looked up at him, his blue eyes were soft and full of joy.
"That was amazing, Rose. Thank you." No pretenses, no gloating. He was utterly sincere.
"Nothin' to thank me for," she replied, heart swelling with happiness. "I can't tell you how long I've been waiting to do that."
We should get up, she thought to herself, and I should be on my way.
But she wasn't about to be the first one to move. The Doctor looked like he wasn't much interested in moving either, just yet. And so for a little while, Rose allowed herself to bask in the warm afterglow of amazing sex, and simply be happy in the arms of the man she loved.
A/N: Thank you for your patience, wonderful readers! I know it's been a while since my last update. I rewrote this chapter three times before I was satisfied with it... I really wanted it to be as perfect as I could make it. The thought of Eight's voice in the bedroom... well... let's just say I wanted to do it justice. I am, at last, pleased with what I've written, and I hope you are too! :-) Your feedback has been awesomely inspiring and motivating. Thanks for coming on this crazy ride with me! I'll try to update again soon... xxoo -O.A.