Fic: Crossing Lines (1/1, Adult)
Title: Crossing Lines
Author: carly21
Betareader: naughtybunny23
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult
Summary: "Sometimes he gives in."
Disclaimer: Not owning anything.
Author's Notes: Written for the sistersofguh End of Summer Doctor/Rose Smut-a-thon.
I've already got another smut fic in process and wasn't at all satisfied with this one... even chucked it quite literally into the bin. BunBun beta'd it anyway and told me to post it, though, so here it goes...
Sometimes he gives in.
He lets himself think, his thoughts wander and crosses lines never meant to be crossed. It's Rose Tyler, this unbelievable fantastic girl that takes over his mind, his body. He loses control, wants to lose it and imagines... oh, how he imagines!
He touches, tastes, explores. His mind wanders to places, to fantasies and beyond. He feels younger, better, less broken, more complete.
He hears sounds she would make. Pleas and screams and gasps. He hears his responses, encouragements and supplications. He feels her warmth, the softness of her skin under his fingertips as she arches her back and he sinks into her, again and again, losing himself, the ability to think, to remember.
Staying are feelings of joy, bliss, and love. Sensations not meant to be felt, to be experienced. Not by him, not by someone so broken, so guilty. And still he feels, loses control, abandons himself to sin, to love, to Rose.
He comes inside his fist, alone in a dark room and regrets.
Some lines aren't meant to be crossed.
~*~
“You so messed up this time!” Rose says laughing as they walk through the rain.
“I did not,” he answers gruffly, folding his arms as he gives her his best glare. Admittedly, he most likely doesn't look very scary to her... how could he when she dances in front of him, happy like a little child as raindrops soak her to the skin? “It's not my fault! This is Nefelia in 3029!”
“Yeah, but you promised to bring us here in summer! Not much fun going to the beach with weather like this...” she says, leaving his side to twirl in the rain belying her words.
He smirks. “Well, you don't seem to mind it much.”
“Are you kidding? This feels like heaven!” she says, beaming at him a she dances through the rain. He tries to ignore the white dress clinging to her skin and black underwear shining through the thin material. Did she dress like this just to tease him?
She stays still, closing her eyes, basking in the feeling of the soft water running over her skin, a look of pure bliss on her face, mouth slightly open. “It's so warm and feels like silk on my skin...”
If he had trouble keeping his eyes from wandering before, he now fails completely. One drop catches his attention in particular as it runs down the valley of her breasts and vanishes under the neckline of her dress. Oh, how he would love to follow... caressing, teasing her with the softest of touches...
“It's a hot planet,” he says just for the sake of getting his mind away from Rose Tyler's breasts. “Temperature never falls under twenty degrees. The silk-like feeling comes from factory vapours.”
Her face whips to him. “Vapours? Isn't that bad when it comes down?”
He gives her his best superior Time Lord look. “31st century, this. Filters are much more advanced than the ones from your lot.”
“Oh, that's good...” she says, but doesn't close her eyes to bask again. The Doctor tries to ignore the bang of regret inside his chest.
They walk on for a while and it doesn't take long until Rose is beside him and hugs his arm, pressing it deliciously against her breasts. Well, there goes his mind to the gutter again...
Rose, oblivious to him having a hard time (pun intended, thank you very much), puts a finger to her lips and says, “So, what can Nefa-... Neffa-... Nef-...”
“Nefelia,” the Doctor says, rolling his eyes at her bad memory for foreign planets.
“Nefelia, right,” she says sheepishly, her tongue slipping out between her teeth. If gods do exist then they surely aren't kind to him today. “So, what can this planet offer beside beaches and lots of rain, Doctor?”
“Not much... at least not here. This is only a small town with little more than a few shops and cheap restaurants.”
Rose pouts. “Some date this is,” she says, his arm rubbing against her breasts as she steps closer. He needs all his self-restraint then and there to control the certain body part of his that jumped to attention at the movement. “What do we do then? Dancing in the rain?”
He has a few ideas but neither of them would gain him more than a slap, a laugh or a request to go home... he doesn't know what would be worse. “You already did that, didn't you? Maybe we should go back... The sun will set in a bit and you'll be cold dressed like that,” he says instead, desperately hoping she will agree. He fights a losing fight, repressing the urges Rose's touch sets free.
“But that's no fun! We've only been here for an hour, Doctor! There must be somewhere we could go!” She looks around as if expecting a neon sign, showing the way. “Maybe one of those restaurants, you mentioned? I could use a bite to eat...”
“No,” he says, his jaw tight.
Rose frowns at him. “No? Why not? Is the food not edible for us or something?”
He glares involuntarily, his whole body screaming against the mere idea of Rose Tyler wandering around dressed like that in a place full of people. “That's not it. You just can't go.”
“I can't go?” Now he has done it. Rose lets go of his arm and crosses her own, glaring defiantly at him. “Care to explain?” she asks.
“It's... you just can't. Now let's go back to the TARDIS,” he says, grabbing her wrist and tugging her along.
She digs her heels into the ground. “No way! First you tell me why. You always say why I can't go somewhere... What is it?!”
He lets go of her wrist and walks on, hands balled to fists. He doesn't know why, but the mere thought of her wanting to go somewhere crowded, makes him burn with jealousy. It's illogical to feel this way... like the sight of her in that clinging dress is intended for him and him alone.
He hears the heels of her white shoes clicking behind him. She grabs his hand, her own feeling like fire against his cool skin. “What's wrong, Doctor? Just tell me!”
He looks into her eyes and sees that uncertainty replaced part of her defiance. “The dress,” he says gruffly, allowing his eyes to dart over her form. “It's white, Rose!”
She looks confused for a moment, before an expression of apprehension appeared on her face. She looks down at herself and blushes furiously. “Why didn't you tell me?” she asks, trying to cover her chest with her arms.
“Just noticed it myself,” he lies. He can't very well tell her he just enjoyed the sight too much, can he?
She sighs softly. “You really are an alien,” Rose says, her voice sounding bitter. “Any other bloke would be staring at my breasts the whole time...” Is she angry that he tries not to look?
“Can't do that when you're pressing them against me, can I?” he returns before he can stop himself.
Her face whips to him, her mouth forming a silent 'o'. She blushes again, deeper this time and looks rather uncomfortable with her arms wrapped tightly around her body. “Not so alien, after all...” she says. “If you noticed that instead.”
He gives her his best goofy grin and takes off his leather jacket. She smiles gratefully as he holds it up for her to put on.
“TARDIS now?” he asks as she is securely dressed, the leather now hiding what he craved. He thinks it a bit ironic, that the jacket which normally builds his own armour now protects her from his hungry stares.
She looks at him shyly, the smallest of smiles dancing on her lips. “Yeah, let's go home,” Rose says, an unmistakeable warmth in her voice at the mention of the TARDIS.
He tries neither to dwell on her calling his ship 'home', nor all the indications that fact could contain. It's a thought too beautiful, too tempting to entertain.
They walk beside each other, her arms once again wrapped around her body. They pass two humanoid strangers on their way, both looking predatorily at Rose as they walk by. The Doctor's hands twitch at his sides. He's dying to take her hand, to show everyone to whom she belongs, but what right does he have?
A while later it's clear they won't make it to the TARDIS before dark. He looks at Rose and sees her shoulders trembling slightly. “Cold?”
“A bit, yeah,” she says then stops and looks uncertainly at him for a bit. As if coming to a decision, she closes the space between them and leans her head on his shoulder. Brilliant as his mind is, he gets the drift and lays an arm around her.
Her soft body presses against him once again and this time his control is at its limit. Her inside his jacket, the white dress clinging to her, sexy black underwear he has been able to see the whole day, dreaming to take off and explore what's beneath it... it's too much and this time he loses the fight.
He grows hard, his erection straining against his trousers. With the jacket gone, there is nothing left to shield it from her gaze. She would notice, if her eyes ever swayed over to him. Either way, he doubts he will make it back to the TARDIS like this.
Rose slings an arm around his torso, oblivious to his predicament and how much worse she makes it as she presses against him. The jacket has slipped to the side and... oh! He feels her hardened nipples through their clothes.
His erection is painful now, every friction his jeans provide making him bite back a moan.
He stops, unable to walk on and feels Rose looking at him.
“Doctor?” she asks confused.
He looks at her and she gasps, recognising his dark gaze. Her eyes wander down. She blushes and bites her lip when she spots the straining erection through his trousers.
He closes his eyes, counting the seconds Rose neither speaks nor runs, screams or whatever he has expected her to do when she finds out what a dirty old man he is.
Like every so often, she surprises him as her hands are suddenly on his chest, over his racing hearts. He opens his eyes, looks into hers and sees his desire reflected back at him, a faint blush on her cheeks accompanying the small smile on her lips.
She closes the distance, pressing her lips against his in a gentle kiss. It's tender, not yet sensual and still he moans against her, the taste of Rose Tyler enough to drive him mad with desire.
Apparently noticing his urgency, Rose deepens the kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth, exploring and tasting him. He pulls her closer, one of his hands going up to her hair, fingers entangling in her wet and curly strands. She moans as his erection presses against her. Seizing the moment, his tongue pushes into her mouth, taking the control he so often dreamed about alone inside his room. He pushes her back, guiding her into an alleyway, free from the eyes of any passersby.. Pressing her against a wall with his body, he allows his hand to wander up and down her sides, lining every delicious curve. He enjoys the little moans and gasps she makes as he presses against her.
Small hands suddenly wander down his chest and to his fly, opening his trousers in two practised moves. He groans as his erection is freed, his eyes rolling back as hot fingers enclose it.
“Just like a human’s,” Rose says, panting for breath. She looks curiously at his member. “I've been... wondering.”
He kisses the sensitive skin on her neck, smirking as she trembles under his lips. “You thought about it?”
“'Cos... I've wanted you for so-” She gasps as he sucks on her skin. “-so long. Didn't think you were interested in... in a human like me.”
He looks disbelieving at her. “How could I not want you? You are... you are Rose.”
She seems surprised for a moment, then smiles and kisses him again. He gasps as her hand moves up and down his shaft. “Stop! Can't last if you... Rose!” Her ministrations bring him entirely too close. Not wanting their first time to end like that, he pulls back her hand. Kissing her wrist, he looks into her eyes. Blue meets brown and he is suddenly mesmerised by the feelings she provokes in him. Time Lords aren't supposed to be emotional, sensual, irrational... or about to shag their human companions in public for that matter.
However, Rose Tyler doesn't seem to care about any of that for she already leans up to attack his lips again. He returns the kiss enthusiastically, his tongue once again pushing into her mouth. Nipping, sucking, tasting, teasing... they fight a beautiful battle, each gaining control for a while until they gladly give it up for the other.
His hard cock presses against Rose's stomach as they kiss, the welcoming pressure making him realise how much he wants to escape this planet's cold, wet air to sink into her warmth.
“Rose...” he begins voicing his need. “Can't... Please!”
He neither cares he is pleading nor that he practically asks her for sex in public. He doesn't care about anything except the woman inside his arms.
She grins at him and he swallows as she pulls down her knickers and steps out of them. Not losing a second, he pushes her backwards with his body, hands pulling up her dress and gliding up her thighs. She moans as one of his hands find her centre while the other cups her ass.
It's her time to plead this time as two fingers push quickly inside of her. She is so wet and ready for him... he moves his digits quickly, enjoying her slippy warmth and the strong smell of her arousal. Removing his fingers, he begins massaging her clit, making her tremble under his touch. He gets lost in the sensations, the mere thought of finally touching, smelling, tasting Rose Tyler enough to overwhelm him.
“Doctor!”
The moaning of his name brings him back to reality and his own painful arousal. His head snaps down to her. Her eyes are closed, hands shaking at her sides, mouth slightly opened as he keeps pleasuring her with his fingers.
He stops, making her look at him, eyes clouded with desire. “Rose, can I...?” he begins, unable to continue in face of this beautiful sight.
She understands him anyway and nods, allowing him to pull up her right leg. Her arms come up behind his neck and she draws up the other leg as well, encircling his waist. He holds her up in place.
“Am I too heavy?” she asks.
“Stronger than I look, me,” he answers, barely able to think now that she's wrapped around him. “Ready?”
“Always,” Rose says and he pushes into her with one hard thrust. Both groan at the much anticipated union.
His eyes closes, mouth opened, he marvels in the feeling of Rose Tyler's warmth surrounding him. If it exists, then this must be what heaven feels like.
He begins to move, Rose meeting every thrust and like a perfect dance they drive each other to completion.
The Doctor grits his teeth. It's too much, feels too good... Realising what he already feared, he slows down their pace (Rose complains with a moan and two pushes against him) and stops entirely for a few seconds. If they continued like that, he won't last long enough to make Rose come and that's unacceptable.
He begins to move again, slower, harder this time, making her feel every thrust deep inside her body. Kissing her neck, he feels her pulse, nips at it, sucks, making her moan his name in time with his thrusts. Oh, what he would give to do the same to her nipples... biting them, licking, touching. He curses the bra he admired just a few minutes ago for hiding her breasts from him and decides to spend hours of exploring Rose Tyler's breasts once they're back inside the TARDIS.
It doesn't take Rose long to come now, his licks and nips on her neck combined with his penetration quickly sending her over the edge. She trembles, her hot walls clenching around him and he lets go. Pushing hard and fast, the Doctor finally loses control, spilling his cool seed inside of her, his whole body trembling at the much needed release.
They stop, trying to evening their breathing. He lets her down, his softening cock slipping out of her body and clutches the wall for support. Rose moves in to hug him, now pressing his body against the wall. He pulls her close, chin lying on her head as it rests against his chest. He wonders briefly if she hears his double heart beat slowing down.
“The rain... it's stopped,” Rose says, making him look up at the clearing sky.
“Yeah... 'bout time.” He closed his eyes as her body warms him up.
“Quite right, too,” Rose returns and the Doctor knows she isn't talking about the rain at all.
~*~
Sometimes they give in.
They cross lines together, explore new places, try new things.
They touch and feel and love. Tasting, holding, kissing.
Never alone, never apart, never... regret.
Some lines have to be crossed, some chances ought to be taken...
for someone you love.
Author: carly21
Betareader: naughtybunny23
Character/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance
Rating: Adult
Summary: "Sometimes he gives in."
Disclaimer: Not owning anything.
Author's Notes: Written for the sistersofguh End of Summer Doctor/Rose Smut-a-thon.
I've already got another smut fic in process and wasn't at all satisfied with this one... even chucked it quite literally into the bin. BunBun beta'd it anyway and told me to post it, though, so here it goes...
Sometimes he gives in.
He lets himself think, his thoughts wander and crosses lines never meant to be crossed. It's Rose Tyler, this unbelievable fantastic girl that takes over his mind, his body. He loses control, wants to lose it and imagines... oh, how he imagines!
He touches, tastes, explores. His mind wanders to places, to fantasies and beyond. He feels younger, better, less broken, more complete.
He hears sounds she would make. Pleas and screams and gasps. He hears his responses, encouragements and supplications. He feels her warmth, the softness of her skin under his fingertips as she arches her back and he sinks into her, again and again, losing himself, the ability to think, to remember.
Staying are feelings of joy, bliss, and love. Sensations not meant to be felt, to be experienced. Not by him, not by someone so broken, so guilty. And still he feels, loses control, abandons himself to sin, to love, to Rose.
He comes inside his fist, alone in a dark room and regrets.
Some lines aren't meant to be crossed.
~*~
“You so messed up this time!” Rose says laughing as they walk through the rain.
“I did not,” he answers gruffly, folding his arms as he gives her his best glare. Admittedly, he most likely doesn't look very scary to her... how could he when she dances in front of him, happy like a little child as raindrops soak her to the skin? “It's not my fault! This is Nefelia in 3029!”
“Yeah, but you promised to bring us here in summer! Not much fun going to the beach with weather like this...” she says, leaving his side to twirl in the rain belying her words.
He smirks. “Well, you don't seem to mind it much.”
“Are you kidding? This feels like heaven!” she says, beaming at him a she dances through the rain. He tries to ignore the white dress clinging to her skin and black underwear shining through the thin material. Did she dress like this just to tease him?
She stays still, closing her eyes, basking in the feeling of the soft water running over her skin, a look of pure bliss on her face, mouth slightly open. “It's so warm and feels like silk on my skin...”
If he had trouble keeping his eyes from wandering before, he now fails completely. One drop catches his attention in particular as it runs down the valley of her breasts and vanishes under the neckline of her dress. Oh, how he would love to follow... caressing, teasing her with the softest of touches...
“It's a hot planet,” he says just for the sake of getting his mind away from Rose Tyler's breasts. “Temperature never falls under twenty degrees. The silk-like feeling comes from factory vapours.”
Her face whips to him. “Vapours? Isn't that bad when it comes down?”
He gives her his best superior Time Lord look. “31st century, this. Filters are much more advanced than the ones from your lot.”
“Oh, that's good...” she says, but doesn't close her eyes to bask again. The Doctor tries to ignore the bang of regret inside his chest.
They walk on for a while and it doesn't take long until Rose is beside him and hugs his arm, pressing it deliciously against her breasts. Well, there goes his mind to the gutter again...
Rose, oblivious to him having a hard time (pun intended, thank you very much), puts a finger to her lips and says, “So, what can Nefa-... Neffa-... Nef-...”
“Nefelia,” the Doctor says, rolling his eyes at her bad memory for foreign planets.
“Nefelia, right,” she says sheepishly, her tongue slipping out between her teeth. If gods do exist then they surely aren't kind to him today. “So, what can this planet offer beside beaches and lots of rain, Doctor?”
“Not much... at least not here. This is only a small town with little more than a few shops and cheap restaurants.”
Rose pouts. “Some date this is,” she says, his arm rubbing against her breasts as she steps closer. He needs all his self-restraint then and there to control the certain body part of his that jumped to attention at the movement. “What do we do then? Dancing in the rain?”
He has a few ideas but neither of them would gain him more than a slap, a laugh or a request to go home... he doesn't know what would be worse. “You already did that, didn't you? Maybe we should go back... The sun will set in a bit and you'll be cold dressed like that,” he says instead, desperately hoping she will agree. He fights a losing fight, repressing the urges Rose's touch sets free.
“But that's no fun! We've only been here for an hour, Doctor! There must be somewhere we could go!” She looks around as if expecting a neon sign, showing the way. “Maybe one of those restaurants, you mentioned? I could use a bite to eat...”
“No,” he says, his jaw tight.
Rose frowns at him. “No? Why not? Is the food not edible for us or something?”
He glares involuntarily, his whole body screaming against the mere idea of Rose Tyler wandering around dressed like that in a place full of people. “That's not it. You just can't go.”
“I can't go?” Now he has done it. Rose lets go of his arm and crosses her own, glaring defiantly at him. “Care to explain?” she asks.
“It's... you just can't. Now let's go back to the TARDIS,” he says, grabbing her wrist and tugging her along.
She digs her heels into the ground. “No way! First you tell me why. You always say why I can't go somewhere... What is it?!”
He lets go of her wrist and walks on, hands balled to fists. He doesn't know why, but the mere thought of her wanting to go somewhere crowded, makes him burn with jealousy. It's illogical to feel this way... like the sight of her in that clinging dress is intended for him and him alone.
He hears the heels of her white shoes clicking behind him. She grabs his hand, her own feeling like fire against his cool skin. “What's wrong, Doctor? Just tell me!”
He looks into her eyes and sees that uncertainty replaced part of her defiance. “The dress,” he says gruffly, allowing his eyes to dart over her form. “It's white, Rose!”
She looks confused for a moment, before an expression of apprehension appeared on her face. She looks down at herself and blushes furiously. “Why didn't you tell me?” she asks, trying to cover her chest with her arms.
“Just noticed it myself,” he lies. He can't very well tell her he just enjoyed the sight too much, can he?
She sighs softly. “You really are an alien,” Rose says, her voice sounding bitter. “Any other bloke would be staring at my breasts the whole time...” Is she angry that he tries not to look?
“Can't do that when you're pressing them against me, can I?” he returns before he can stop himself.
Her face whips to him, her mouth forming a silent 'o'. She blushes again, deeper this time and looks rather uncomfortable with her arms wrapped tightly around her body. “Not so alien, after all...” she says. “If you noticed that instead.”
He gives her his best goofy grin and takes off his leather jacket. She smiles gratefully as he holds it up for her to put on.
“TARDIS now?” he asks as she is securely dressed, the leather now hiding what he craved. He thinks it a bit ironic, that the jacket which normally builds his own armour now protects her from his hungry stares.
She looks at him shyly, the smallest of smiles dancing on her lips. “Yeah, let's go home,” Rose says, an unmistakeable warmth in her voice at the mention of the TARDIS.
He tries neither to dwell on her calling his ship 'home', nor all the indications that fact could contain. It's a thought too beautiful, too tempting to entertain.
They walk beside each other, her arms once again wrapped around her body. They pass two humanoid strangers on their way, both looking predatorily at Rose as they walk by. The Doctor's hands twitch at his sides. He's dying to take her hand, to show everyone to whom she belongs, but what right does he have?
A while later it's clear they won't make it to the TARDIS before dark. He looks at Rose and sees her shoulders trembling slightly. “Cold?”
“A bit, yeah,” she says then stops and looks uncertainly at him for a bit. As if coming to a decision, she closes the space between them and leans her head on his shoulder. Brilliant as his mind is, he gets the drift and lays an arm around her.
Her soft body presses against him once again and this time his control is at its limit. Her inside his jacket, the white dress clinging to her, sexy black underwear he has been able to see the whole day, dreaming to take off and explore what's beneath it... it's too much and this time he loses the fight.
He grows hard, his erection straining against his trousers. With the jacket gone, there is nothing left to shield it from her gaze. She would notice, if her eyes ever swayed over to him. Either way, he doubts he will make it back to the TARDIS like this.
Rose slings an arm around his torso, oblivious to his predicament and how much worse she makes it as she presses against him. The jacket has slipped to the side and... oh! He feels her hardened nipples through their clothes.
His erection is painful now, every friction his jeans provide making him bite back a moan.
He stops, unable to walk on and feels Rose looking at him.
“Doctor?” she asks confused.
He looks at her and she gasps, recognising his dark gaze. Her eyes wander down. She blushes and bites her lip when she spots the straining erection through his trousers.
He closes his eyes, counting the seconds Rose neither speaks nor runs, screams or whatever he has expected her to do when she finds out what a dirty old man he is.
Like every so often, she surprises him as her hands are suddenly on his chest, over his racing hearts. He opens his eyes, looks into hers and sees his desire reflected back at him, a faint blush on her cheeks accompanying the small smile on her lips.
She closes the distance, pressing her lips against his in a gentle kiss. It's tender, not yet sensual and still he moans against her, the taste of Rose Tyler enough to drive him mad with desire.
Apparently noticing his urgency, Rose deepens the kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth, exploring and tasting him. He pulls her closer, one of his hands going up to her hair, fingers entangling in her wet and curly strands. She moans as his erection presses against her. Seizing the moment, his tongue pushes into her mouth, taking the control he so often dreamed about alone inside his room. He pushes her back, guiding her into an alleyway, free from the eyes of any passersby.. Pressing her against a wall with his body, he allows his hand to wander up and down her sides, lining every delicious curve. He enjoys the little moans and gasps she makes as he presses against her.
Small hands suddenly wander down his chest and to his fly, opening his trousers in two practised moves. He groans as his erection is freed, his eyes rolling back as hot fingers enclose it.
“Just like a human’s,” Rose says, panting for breath. She looks curiously at his member. “I've been... wondering.”
He kisses the sensitive skin on her neck, smirking as she trembles under his lips. “You thought about it?”
“'Cos... I've wanted you for so-” She gasps as he sucks on her skin. “-so long. Didn't think you were interested in... in a human like me.”
He looks disbelieving at her. “How could I not want you? You are... you are Rose.”
She seems surprised for a moment, then smiles and kisses him again. He gasps as her hand moves up and down his shaft. “Stop! Can't last if you... Rose!” Her ministrations bring him entirely too close. Not wanting their first time to end like that, he pulls back her hand. Kissing her wrist, he looks into her eyes. Blue meets brown and he is suddenly mesmerised by the feelings she provokes in him. Time Lords aren't supposed to be emotional, sensual, irrational... or about to shag their human companions in public for that matter.
However, Rose Tyler doesn't seem to care about any of that for she already leans up to attack his lips again. He returns the kiss enthusiastically, his tongue once again pushing into her mouth. Nipping, sucking, tasting, teasing... they fight a beautiful battle, each gaining control for a while until they gladly give it up for the other.
His hard cock presses against Rose's stomach as they kiss, the welcoming pressure making him realise how much he wants to escape this planet's cold, wet air to sink into her warmth.
“Rose...” he begins voicing his need. “Can't... Please!”
He neither cares he is pleading nor that he practically asks her for sex in public. He doesn't care about anything except the woman inside his arms.
She grins at him and he swallows as she pulls down her knickers and steps out of them. Not losing a second, he pushes her backwards with his body, hands pulling up her dress and gliding up her thighs. She moans as one of his hands find her centre while the other cups her ass.
It's her time to plead this time as two fingers push quickly inside of her. She is so wet and ready for him... he moves his digits quickly, enjoying her slippy warmth and the strong smell of her arousal. Removing his fingers, he begins massaging her clit, making her tremble under his touch. He gets lost in the sensations, the mere thought of finally touching, smelling, tasting Rose Tyler enough to overwhelm him.
“Doctor!”
The moaning of his name brings him back to reality and his own painful arousal. His head snaps down to her. Her eyes are closed, hands shaking at her sides, mouth slightly opened as he keeps pleasuring her with his fingers.
He stops, making her look at him, eyes clouded with desire. “Rose, can I...?” he begins, unable to continue in face of this beautiful sight.
She understands him anyway and nods, allowing him to pull up her right leg. Her arms come up behind his neck and she draws up the other leg as well, encircling his waist. He holds her up in place.
“Am I too heavy?” she asks.
“Stronger than I look, me,” he answers, barely able to think now that she's wrapped around him. “Ready?”
“Always,” Rose says and he pushes into her with one hard thrust. Both groan at the much anticipated union.
His eyes closes, mouth opened, he marvels in the feeling of Rose Tyler's warmth surrounding him. If it exists, then this must be what heaven feels like.
He begins to move, Rose meeting every thrust and like a perfect dance they drive each other to completion.
The Doctor grits his teeth. It's too much, feels too good... Realising what he already feared, he slows down their pace (Rose complains with a moan and two pushes against him) and stops entirely for a few seconds. If they continued like that, he won't last long enough to make Rose come and that's unacceptable.
He begins to move again, slower, harder this time, making her feel every thrust deep inside her body. Kissing her neck, he feels her pulse, nips at it, sucks, making her moan his name in time with his thrusts. Oh, what he would give to do the same to her nipples... biting them, licking, touching. He curses the bra he admired just a few minutes ago for hiding her breasts from him and decides to spend hours of exploring Rose Tyler's breasts once they're back inside the TARDIS.
It doesn't take Rose long to come now, his licks and nips on her neck combined with his penetration quickly sending her over the edge. She trembles, her hot walls clenching around him and he lets go. Pushing hard and fast, the Doctor finally loses control, spilling his cool seed inside of her, his whole body trembling at the much needed release.
They stop, trying to evening their breathing. He lets her down, his softening cock slipping out of her body and clutches the wall for support. Rose moves in to hug him, now pressing his body against the wall. He pulls her close, chin lying on her head as it rests against his chest. He wonders briefly if she hears his double heart beat slowing down.
“The rain... it's stopped,” Rose says, making him look up at the clearing sky.
“Yeah... 'bout time.” He closed his eyes as her body warms him up.
“Quite right, too,” Rose returns and the Doctor knows she isn't talking about the rain at all.
~*~
Sometimes they give in.
They cross lines together, explore new places, try new things.
They touch and feel and love. Tasting, holding, kissing.
Never alone, never apart, never... regret.
Some lines have to be crossed, some chances ought to be taken...
for someone you love.