Voyages of Discovery (Chapter Fourteen)
The Doctor, in his inimitable style, deals with Jacob's tirade. Warning: adult content. Call it smut, or whatever label you prefer.
I will not give spoilers ... but I just watched The Shakespeare Code and I am so freaking giddy. It was awesome.
Previous Chapters
"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country."
Anais Nin
Rose arranged herself artfully on the bed, propping up on one elbow and tossing her freshly brushed hair back over her shoulder. She assumed what she fervently hoped was a sultry half-smile and focused on the door. When he returned, she would be ready for him.
After several minutes, her arm began to go numb and her cheek muscles were sore, so she flopped onto her back with a pained sigh and stared at the ceiling. Here I am, she thought. I did the impossible and he doesn't even want to shag me in the morning. This was, of course, the Doctor, and his methods were unconventional at best. She shouldn't have lost her temper with him earlier, just because he woke her up with a kiss that curled her toes and then wanted to talk about jam.
The door opened, interrupting her train of thought, and the Doctor's hair, forehead, eyebrows, and eyes appeared. He looked around as if for an ambush and regarded Rose cautiously. "Are you going to throw anything at me?" he asked defensively.
"No," she laughed, waving him in.
He let out an audible sigh of relief and came into the room, carrying a bag that was overflowing with breakfast items. "Want one?" He held up one of the odd little fruits Rose had become so fond of.
"Yeah," she said. He lobbed her one and she began working a nail into the skin to peel it. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began rummaging through the bag. Rose watched as he produced a crusty roll, split it in half, then unwrapped sticky butter from some waxed paper and removed the lid from a jar. He smeared an unhealthy amount of butter onto the roll and topped it with some gooey, dark red jam. He took an enormous bite of the roll and made an appreciative grunt.
His eyes met hers over the roll, still in his mouth, and he froze. "Mmm," he said, removing the roll and chewing quickly. "Sorry, this was going to be for you." He gave her a lopsided grin and offered her the rest of the roll.
Rose giggled at his expression. "It's okay, we can share." She leaned over to take a small bite of the roll. She had to admit the jam was quite good. Relief washed over his face and he resumed tucking into his breakfast with his usual gusto. Rose took a few nibbles of that roll and the two (or three) that followed in quick succession.
"Do we have tea, or something?" she asked, licking some of the jam from her fingers.
"Erm, no. I forgot it," he admitted.
"You forgot tea?" Rose stared.
"I was distracted," he said defensively. "Jacob yelled at me." His face coloured.
"Jacob did what?"
"Yelled. Never mind. It's not important," said the Doctor, jamming a ridiculously large piece of roll into his mouth. Can't talk, mouth full, said his expression. He chewed very, very slowly.
"Jacob never yells. What did you do?" His eyebrows shot up and he made a muffled sound of protest around the roll. "Oh, I know you did something. Are you going to tell me?" He shook his head emphatically and Rose sighed. "That's all right. I'll get it out of Jacob later anyway."
The look of alarm on the Doctor's face made her laugh out loud. She leaned toward him and used her tongue to remove a dollop of jam from his chin, then came up and began pressing brief, firm kisses on his closed lips until he finished chewing. He turned to face her and his arms came around her to draw them together. His tongue flicked across her lips, then between, tracing the line of her teeth and gently stroking her tongue.
"Thought you weren't interested this morning," she said against his mouth.
"Whatever would give you that idea?" he wondered aloud. His hands slid around and he began to cup and stroke her breasts through her thin nightshirt.
"Mmm, you said 'breakfast' and ran away," she returned.
"Most important meal of the day." He licked his way to her ear and suckled the lobe. "Oh, I see, you expected me to wake up with an erection and get right to it, then?"
She was slightly taken aback, but his warm mouth against her ear distracted her. His thumb slowly circled a nipple, the pressure light and teasing. "I guess so, yeah?"
"Doesn't work like that. I'm not an ape. It's a purely voluntary mechanism."
"You mean when you …" Her voice trailed off and she knew he was silently laughing at her shyness.
"Right. That should be flattering for you. I don't just sprout a knob-on at every attractive display of flesh. Takes some mental stimulation, here." He kissed her temple and closed his thumb and finger around her nipple, working back and forth.
"So you don't just, I mean, feel attracted to me?"
"That wasn't what I said at all. What I said was, I don’t respond physically without deliberate intent. It's not a reflex. If I want to make love to you, then I can. And, right now," he said, his voice dropping low and wicked, "I do."
"Do you now?" she asked, trying not to show how much his words affected her. His teeth closed around her earlobe and gently squeezed, the pressure enough to focus all her attention on the tiny scrap of flesh. His tongue touched it delicately and she immediately felt the blood rush between her legs. He trapped her hand against his chest and slid it down his body until she felt the erection pressing against his trousers.
"You tell me," he said, his voice husky. She gripped him firmly through the thin fabric.
"Too many clothes," she whispered back, and then laughed as he hurried to strip, clothes again ending up in a pile. "You're getting awfully careless with those."
"You're a bad influence." He pulled at her nightshirt but she shrugged him off, pushing him back on the bed with one hand. He flopped back and gave her an assessing look through lowered lashes.
Rose straddled his knees and bent to kiss him, trailing kisses from his lips to his chin and down his long, elegant neck. She nipped him teasingly and felt his thumbs press into her hips. She swayed from side to side and continued her descent, running her tongue along his collarbone and taking a careful pull on his nipple. Her hands came up to his chest, tracing patterns in the soft hair with the barest of caresses.
Above her, she could hear his breath coming in shallow little puffs. She took a moment to drop her head to the side and press her ear to his chest, listening to the strong, alternating beats of his two hearts. When she lifted back up, she saw his eyes, dark and hungry, watching her intently. She kept her gaze focused on his and kissed a line down his belly, coming at last to his hard cock.
Voluntary mechanism, she chuckled to herself, as he gripped her side almost painfully and let his mouth fall slightly open. She slid a hand up his thigh and then along his length, enclosing him in her hand and dipping down to take the tip in her mouth. He hissed in a breath and all his muscles tensed beneath her. She lightly traced the underside with her tongue and then took a quick, strong suck.
"Rose," he gasped. His breath came harder, faster, and she felt his legs shift, feet working into the covers.
Got you now. Her hand released and she began to work him with her lips and tongue. He garbled words and made a few incoherent sounds while his fingers dug into her shoulders. His tension spiraled and his hips lifted just off the bed.
Rose made her move. She let him slip from her mouth and sat back with satisfaction, looking down at him. He sprawled on the bed, one hand wadding up the sheet in a fist, the other falling from her shoulder. His lips were parted and shiny, and his cheeks were flushed. His hair stood out in all directions, appealingly messy.
"Why - what - come back here," he grated.
"I thought," said Rose, mustering an innocent tone, "that it wasn't a reflex."
"It's not," he said, his teeth clenched. "What, are you mad?"
"No," she said, grinning triumphantly, "just proving a point."
He said something less than complimentary under his breath and sat up, reaching for her. His eyes burned. "Don't make me retaliate," he said darkly. "Intent, remember?" He locked his mouth on hers and she quivered against his assault.
She quickly found herself on her back, nightshirt discarded, with him between her legs, spreading her wide. He knelt, lifting her hips up and pulling her toward him, thrusting inside her deeply. In this position, she found she couldn't move. He held her hips against him, her lower back off the mattress. She slid one arm underneath her back for support and bent her knees, trying to get some leverage, but her feet kept slipping on the sheets. He waited and she exercised what little control she still had to squeeze around him. He moaned and began to move, using his full weight and gripping her hips to shift her whole body against him. When she looked at his face, she saw his eyes fixed downward where their bodies were joined, his mouth slack and his eyes half-closed as he watched himself slide in and out of her.
Rose was so close, unspeakably aroused by the sense of power she had enjoyed over him and then watching his careful control break down. He was beautiful and savage in claiming her. She murmured encouragement that he didn't seem to need and reached the crest of her own pleasure, dropping into orgasm with startling suddenness and clenching her teeth so hard her jaw hurt. The Doctor kept shifting her hips, thrusting roughly forward and withdrawing. His eyes closed and he made a thrilling, pained sound that echoed in her ears for several seconds after he slumped forward on top of her.
When they both caught their breath, he relaxed his grip on her hips and rearranged so he rested above her, propped on his elbows. Rose kissed him lightly and grinned playfully at him.
"I win," she said.
"You do, do you?" he said lazily, rubbing his nose against hers. "And what's the prize?"
"Hmm," she considered. "Not breakfast in bed, already got that." He snorted. "You're a fantastic prize, you are."
He beamed back at her. "Yes, I am," he said, proudly, and she burst out laughing. "There you go, laughing at me while I'm naked again. I'm never going to get used to that."
"You're funny. I can't help it."
"Funny is good." He smiled down at her. "I do like you laughing, even if it is at my expense." His forehead rested against hers and she reached up to ruffle his hair. "What do you want to do today?"
"Anything," she said easily. "I just want to be with you."
"Mind if we stay around here?" he asked. "It's just, well, it's been rather eventful over the last day, and I think we could both use the rest."
"Sure, yeah." She stopped. "Actually, I'd love to. Yes. That's fantastic."
His grin spread from ear to ear, the most amazing sight she could imagine in the whole of space and time.
I will not give spoilers ... but I just watched The Shakespeare Code and I am so freaking giddy. It was awesome.
Previous Chapters
"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country."
Anais Nin
Rose arranged herself artfully on the bed, propping up on one elbow and tossing her freshly brushed hair back over her shoulder. She assumed what she fervently hoped was a sultry half-smile and focused on the door. When he returned, she would be ready for him.
After several minutes, her arm began to go numb and her cheek muscles were sore, so she flopped onto her back with a pained sigh and stared at the ceiling. Here I am, she thought. I did the impossible and he doesn't even want to shag me in the morning. This was, of course, the Doctor, and his methods were unconventional at best. She shouldn't have lost her temper with him earlier, just because he woke her up with a kiss that curled her toes and then wanted to talk about jam.
The door opened, interrupting her train of thought, and the Doctor's hair, forehead, eyebrows, and eyes appeared. He looked around as if for an ambush and regarded Rose cautiously. "Are you going to throw anything at me?" he asked defensively.
"No," she laughed, waving him in.
He let out an audible sigh of relief and came into the room, carrying a bag that was overflowing with breakfast items. "Want one?" He held up one of the odd little fruits Rose had become so fond of.
"Yeah," she said. He lobbed her one and she began working a nail into the skin to peel it. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began rummaging through the bag. Rose watched as he produced a crusty roll, split it in half, then unwrapped sticky butter from some waxed paper and removed the lid from a jar. He smeared an unhealthy amount of butter onto the roll and topped it with some gooey, dark red jam. He took an enormous bite of the roll and made an appreciative grunt.
His eyes met hers over the roll, still in his mouth, and he froze. "Mmm," he said, removing the roll and chewing quickly. "Sorry, this was going to be for you." He gave her a lopsided grin and offered her the rest of the roll.
Rose giggled at his expression. "It's okay, we can share." She leaned over to take a small bite of the roll. She had to admit the jam was quite good. Relief washed over his face and he resumed tucking into his breakfast with his usual gusto. Rose took a few nibbles of that roll and the two (or three) that followed in quick succession.
"Do we have tea, or something?" she asked, licking some of the jam from her fingers.
"Erm, no. I forgot it," he admitted.
"You forgot tea?" Rose stared.
"I was distracted," he said defensively. "Jacob yelled at me." His face coloured.
"Jacob did what?"
"Yelled. Never mind. It's not important," said the Doctor, jamming a ridiculously large piece of roll into his mouth. Can't talk, mouth full, said his expression. He chewed very, very slowly.
"Jacob never yells. What did you do?" His eyebrows shot up and he made a muffled sound of protest around the roll. "Oh, I know you did something. Are you going to tell me?" He shook his head emphatically and Rose sighed. "That's all right. I'll get it out of Jacob later anyway."
The look of alarm on the Doctor's face made her laugh out loud. She leaned toward him and used her tongue to remove a dollop of jam from his chin, then came up and began pressing brief, firm kisses on his closed lips until he finished chewing. He turned to face her and his arms came around her to draw them together. His tongue flicked across her lips, then between, tracing the line of her teeth and gently stroking her tongue.
"Thought you weren't interested this morning," she said against his mouth.
"Whatever would give you that idea?" he wondered aloud. His hands slid around and he began to cup and stroke her breasts through her thin nightshirt.
"Mmm, you said 'breakfast' and ran away," she returned.
"Most important meal of the day." He licked his way to her ear and suckled the lobe. "Oh, I see, you expected me to wake up with an erection and get right to it, then?"
She was slightly taken aback, but his warm mouth against her ear distracted her. His thumb slowly circled a nipple, the pressure light and teasing. "I guess so, yeah?"
"Doesn't work like that. I'm not an ape. It's a purely voluntary mechanism."
"You mean when you …" Her voice trailed off and she knew he was silently laughing at her shyness.
"Right. That should be flattering for you. I don't just sprout a knob-on at every attractive display of flesh. Takes some mental stimulation, here." He kissed her temple and closed his thumb and finger around her nipple, working back and forth.
"So you don't just, I mean, feel attracted to me?"
"That wasn't what I said at all. What I said was, I don’t respond physically without deliberate intent. It's not a reflex. If I want to make love to you, then I can. And, right now," he said, his voice dropping low and wicked, "I do."
"Do you now?" she asked, trying not to show how much his words affected her. His teeth closed around her earlobe and gently squeezed, the pressure enough to focus all her attention on the tiny scrap of flesh. His tongue touched it delicately and she immediately felt the blood rush between her legs. He trapped her hand against his chest and slid it down his body until she felt the erection pressing against his trousers.
"You tell me," he said, his voice husky. She gripped him firmly through the thin fabric.
"Too many clothes," she whispered back, and then laughed as he hurried to strip, clothes again ending up in a pile. "You're getting awfully careless with those."
"You're a bad influence." He pulled at her nightshirt but she shrugged him off, pushing him back on the bed with one hand. He flopped back and gave her an assessing look through lowered lashes.
Rose straddled his knees and bent to kiss him, trailing kisses from his lips to his chin and down his long, elegant neck. She nipped him teasingly and felt his thumbs press into her hips. She swayed from side to side and continued her descent, running her tongue along his collarbone and taking a careful pull on his nipple. Her hands came up to his chest, tracing patterns in the soft hair with the barest of caresses.
Above her, she could hear his breath coming in shallow little puffs. She took a moment to drop her head to the side and press her ear to his chest, listening to the strong, alternating beats of his two hearts. When she lifted back up, she saw his eyes, dark and hungry, watching her intently. She kept her gaze focused on his and kissed a line down his belly, coming at last to his hard cock.
Voluntary mechanism, she chuckled to herself, as he gripped her side almost painfully and let his mouth fall slightly open. She slid a hand up his thigh and then along his length, enclosing him in her hand and dipping down to take the tip in her mouth. He hissed in a breath and all his muscles tensed beneath her. She lightly traced the underside with her tongue and then took a quick, strong suck.
"Rose," he gasped. His breath came harder, faster, and she felt his legs shift, feet working into the covers.
Got you now. Her hand released and she began to work him with her lips and tongue. He garbled words and made a few incoherent sounds while his fingers dug into her shoulders. His tension spiraled and his hips lifted just off the bed.
Rose made her move. She let him slip from her mouth and sat back with satisfaction, looking down at him. He sprawled on the bed, one hand wadding up the sheet in a fist, the other falling from her shoulder. His lips were parted and shiny, and his cheeks were flushed. His hair stood out in all directions, appealingly messy.
"Why - what - come back here," he grated.
"I thought," said Rose, mustering an innocent tone, "that it wasn't a reflex."
"It's not," he said, his teeth clenched. "What, are you mad?"
"No," she said, grinning triumphantly, "just proving a point."
He said something less than complimentary under his breath and sat up, reaching for her. His eyes burned. "Don't make me retaliate," he said darkly. "Intent, remember?" He locked his mouth on hers and she quivered against his assault.
She quickly found herself on her back, nightshirt discarded, with him between her legs, spreading her wide. He knelt, lifting her hips up and pulling her toward him, thrusting inside her deeply. In this position, she found she couldn't move. He held her hips against him, her lower back off the mattress. She slid one arm underneath her back for support and bent her knees, trying to get some leverage, but her feet kept slipping on the sheets. He waited and she exercised what little control she still had to squeeze around him. He moaned and began to move, using his full weight and gripping her hips to shift her whole body against him. When she looked at his face, she saw his eyes fixed downward where their bodies were joined, his mouth slack and his eyes half-closed as he watched himself slide in and out of her.
Rose was so close, unspeakably aroused by the sense of power she had enjoyed over him and then watching his careful control break down. He was beautiful and savage in claiming her. She murmured encouragement that he didn't seem to need and reached the crest of her own pleasure, dropping into orgasm with startling suddenness and clenching her teeth so hard her jaw hurt. The Doctor kept shifting her hips, thrusting roughly forward and withdrawing. His eyes closed and he made a thrilling, pained sound that echoed in her ears for several seconds after he slumped forward on top of her.
When they both caught their breath, he relaxed his grip on her hips and rearranged so he rested above her, propped on his elbows. Rose kissed him lightly and grinned playfully at him.
"I win," she said.
"You do, do you?" he said lazily, rubbing his nose against hers. "And what's the prize?"
"Hmm," she considered. "Not breakfast in bed, already got that." He snorted. "You're a fantastic prize, you are."
He beamed back at her. "Yes, I am," he said, proudly, and she burst out laughing. "There you go, laughing at me while I'm naked again. I'm never going to get used to that."
"You're funny. I can't help it."
"Funny is good." He smiled down at her. "I do like you laughing, even if it is at my expense." His forehead rested against hers and she reached up to ruffle his hair. "What do you want to do today?"
"Anything," she said easily. "I just want to be with you."
"Mind if we stay around here?" he asked. "It's just, well, it's been rather eventful over the last day, and I think we could both use the rest."
"Sure, yeah." She stopped. "Actually, I'd love to. Yes. That's fantastic."
His grin spread from ear to ear, the most amazing sight she could imagine in the whole of space and time.