Rose woke from her troubled half-sleep to a light brush of lips against her mouth, then the tip of a tongue tracing the contour of her upper lip. Hot breath. Her bottom lip was pulled gently between two teeth, and was released with the flick of a tongue. She tilted her head to try to find and ensnare those elusive lips. Only, wait. No one was kissing her, she was alone in the bedroom. She felt a hand cup her neck and she dropped her head back to give those lips access to her throat—only, wait. Her head was resting on her pillow. She was vaguely aware that she was dreaming, but the last thing on earth she wanted to do was to wake up from this—only in a once-in-a-lifetime dream could one experience this immeasurable depth of pleasure. Every touch was designed to make her beg for more, while she expertly gave and withheld, teased and rewarded. A wordless entreaty invited her—begged her—to succumb. It was as though it came from within herself and yet it was not hers. Strangely, she realized that the part of her that was engaging in this perfect act of intimacy was not her own either. She came to the slow realization that she was not dreaming, nor was she touching nor being touched. She was the Doctor, and she was John, and the Doctor and John were locked together in this perfect piece of sensuality. Her telepathic link with the Doctor was still open. Again, she felt the plea—come, it said, please come. Eyes closed, she began writhing on the bed. Give yourself to me so that I may give this to you. She kicked off the covers. No one has ever been so loved as you are. John's lips caught the Doctor's and they wrestled as John unfastened the buttons on the Doctor's suit jacket. Rose felt the release as the constricting garment was yanked off and thrown to the ground. She grasped the sheets in her fists. She felt the frantic desire to remove his tie and begin the painstaking task of unbuttoning his shirt. She felt the hot touch of John's hands and arms encircling the Doctor's bare torso, and felt the Doctor lose his footing as John pushed him against the wall and deepened their kiss. She continued to writhe in the dark, and let her hands move over her body.
"Ugh!" both men cried out with pleasure at her touch. They felt the soft swell of her stomach, the pliant yielding of her breasts. John relived the long-awaited satiation of a repressed desire as the Doctor felt Rose's body for the first time. The Doctor's hands wandered down to John's ass and he forcefully pulled his hips against him, their swollen cocks rubbing against each other through their clothes. Rose lowered her hand between her legs and felt the throb of her desire under her fingers. Again, the invitation was extended. Come. Let us touch you. Give me this. Let me give you this. She slipped a finger inside of herself, then brought it to her mouth and sucked the sticky sweetness. Please! Let me be a part of you! Let me feel your pleasure! To entice her further, the Doctor yanked John's t-shirt over his head and their lips crushed together again as it was discarded. Chest pressed against chest, torso against torso, and groin against groin, beneath the descant of Rose's delicate touch.
Now she understood. Of course the Doctor would come. Knowing what she now knew, it was obvious that it was the right thing to do. Was it only a few moments ago that she thought he was a monster for putting all of existence at risk? A small price to pay! This was bigger than everything!
She rose from her bed and made her way to the kitchen where the men were entwined. She walked up behind John and spread her hands across his back. The second her skin came into contact with his, they felt as though the walls of their own personal universes popped like overtaxed balloons, rocketing them into the boundless atmosphere, freewheeling in space. The force crashed over them like a wave, and for a moment, they flailed around under the water, disoriented, unable to tell up from down, surface from floor. They soon emerged from this collective oblivion with an expanded capacity to feel, to experience. They found the boundaries of infinity and broke through to what is beyond. Rose kissed a trail across John's back and snaked her arms around his waist, sliding them beneath the waistband on his pants, which dropped to the ground, and continuing lower where she so-very-lightly began dancing her fingertips around his balls. She laid her cheek against John's back and met the Doctor's eyes when he circled back toward her. She kissed John's back, and the Doctor slowly brought the back of his hand to her face, and stroked her cheek tenderly. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to meet his lips. It was a sweet, sad first kiss (and it was a first kiss, really, although it wasn't the first time their lips had met), and the three bodies swelled with pleasure and loss. They broke their kiss and the Doctor lifted her nightgown over her head and threw it on the ground. As Rose was pleasing John with her hand, the Doctor nuzzled into her neck, placed his mouth in the hollow beneath her ear and suckled, hooking his arms around her. John, in front of Rose, tilted his head back to allow Rose access to his neck, which she took under her lips greedily. He raised his arm up behind him and hooked it around Rose's head, massaging her scalp and neck while her hand glided up and down his shaft. The Doctor, from behind her, undid his belt, unzipped his fly, and pushed his trousers and underwear to the ground and stepped out of them. He slid his palms down her hips and pushed his body into hers, contouring himself to her back. She felt his length press against her lower back. The turned her face up to him so he could catch her lips in his.
Feeling on top of feeling on top of feeling! Rose, sandwiched between the identical figures, felt herself, felt John, felt the Doctor, felt the Doctor feel Rose, and feel John, and feel John feel Rose, and felt John feel himself feeling him and Rose and Rose and him and John Rose John Doctor Doctor Rose mouth tongue hands hips necks hair breasts. The Doctor guided himself inside Rose from behind and began moving his hips gently, rhythmically, steadily. It drove her wild—she wanted MORE, but he wouldn't give it. Just the steady in out in out in out, taunting her, making her beg, feeling the desire. She took out her frustration on John's cock, which she was now rubbing furiously. He sucked air in sharply through his teeth and his face contorted as though in pain as the three of them together approached his release. The tension built and built and built, and then there was screaming and gasping and sighing. And still the Doctor's steady in out in out in out. As the waves of their orgasm began to subside, the Doctor finally began to increase the pressure and speed of his thrusts. John turned to face Rose and kissed her lips greedily, and wrapped his arms around the joined unit of her and the Doctor. Cocooned between the two men, Rose's arms were on John's chest as he occupied himself with her mouth, while the Doctor's lips moved indiscriminately around Rose's back, neck, and shoulders, and John's arms wrapped around them. In immediate response to their mutual urge, John released the conjoined lovers and the Doctor pushed Rose's head down so that she was now bending over at a 90-degree angle. As the Doctor slammed relentlessly into Rose from this new position, John moved to the Doctor's side, behind his left shoulder, and took the Doctor's mouth into his just in time to swallow both of their screams as the Doctor continued to batter Rose's G-spot. "More, more!" Rose cried unnecessarily—there was no need to voice her desires when they were felt millions upon millions upon millions of times over. "Harder!" There was a hearty CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! each time the Doctor rammed himself into her. John moved to stand flush against the Doctor from behind, and reached around to place his arms and hands on top of the Doctor's, gripping Rose's waist and aiding him in his powerful thrusts. In danger of reaching their climax, they slowed their pace, panting heavily. Then they went full force until their orgasm threatened, at which point they slowed again. BAM BAM BAM glide glide glide BAM BAM BAM glide glide glide. Again and again, they pushed themselves to the brink only to draw back. Finally, they could feel the inevitable crescendo. With every thrust, John grinded his hardness against the Doctor's bottom. Rose now began to rub her clit furiously, and the crest billowed higher and higher and higher, rising and rising, above mountains and clouds into the crisp clear sky, until it finally peaked! Cries and shivers and clenching and bucking as the freefall began—now the wind billows them up—another peak!—and the freefall begins again. They gradually drifted down like feathers—soft and silent. Twitching with aftershocks, their strength sapped. Rose, who had been balancing on her hands, dropped down and now leaned her weight on her forearms. The Doctor, still inside Rose, slackened his grip on her waist. John, behind the Doctor, rested his face against the Doctor's back, sticky and salty with perspiration. Real life didn't seem to be creeping back in as it normally would, so, still in their dream-like state, they gently disentangled themselves from one another. Exquisite agony as the Doctor withdrew his penis from Rose's aching walls. Not up to walking all the way back to the bedroom—a distance of about 25 feet—John grabbed some pillows and a throw blanket from the living room couch and they fell asleep in each other's arms right there on the kitchen floor.