Fic: Absence 2/?
More smutfic!
The meeting had been going on for what felt like ages to the Doctor. He was sat in his little swivel chair, off to the side of the room, swishing side to side as people in suits more fitted than his discussed and bantered back and forth about something that had no real bearing outside of the room. His gaze occasionally went to the paned glass windows, seeking solace in the world out there. Flying cars zoomed by haphazardly - they had to have some kind of automatic driving system because there was no way humans could react that quickly on their own.
This meeting was absolutely pointless. Initially, it had been called to discuss the pros and cons of interplanetary travel for unaccompanied minors. Now? It was a heated debate about the state of emissions in the city.
With a sigh, the Doctor lolled his head to one side and saw Rose pushing a coffee cart into the room. They were undercover, trying to stop the trafficking of minors through said unaccompanied interplanetary travel. Rose had gotten stuck as an intern. The Doctor was to be part of a thinktank if the meeting ever got back on topic.
When Rose noticed him, he gave her the look. He quirked one eyebrow at her, sending her a look that was the close cousin of a smolder. Rose stumbled for a moment, obviously affected. Her movements became very precise as she made her way around the room, obviously aware of the Doctor’s gaze fixed on her. When she headed for the door, the Doctor stood up, slowly making his way after her. The businessmen were all so focused on their current topic - bus fares? The Doctor shook his head at that - that they didn’t even notice him slip out.
Rose was already halfway down the hallway and turning into the coffee room. She cast a quick glance back at him, her intent clear. The Doctor adjusted his tie - wishing he was adjusting his trousers instead - and strode down the corridor. As soon as he crossed the threshold into the coffee room, he shut and locked the door. Rose was on him in a moment, lips covering his and a breathy moan escaping her.
“They’ve been talking for ages,” she complained as her hands went straight to his waistband. “Any leads?”
The Doctor shook his head, fingers fumbling at his zip as he fought to free his already throbbing cock. “Not a one. They’re too busy talking about emissions and bus fares. Oh, Rassilon, Rose,” he moaned as her fingers sought out his hardened length.
“Tossers, the lot of them,” she mumbled as she freed him. The Doctor sighed into her mouth as his lips worked against hers. “Been wantin’ this all day, Doctor.”
With another breathy moan, the Doctor propelled Rose back carefully until she was pinned against a counter. He hoisted her up onto the surface and pushed at her skirt until it was up high enough. “No knickers?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. She just blushed at him. “You’re brilliant, Rose Tyler.”
The Doctor slid one hand up the inside of her thigh until he was at her center. She keened impatiently near his ear. “Hurry up, Doctor, before someone notices you’re gone.” She rolled her hips as best she could with him holding her on the counter.
With only a precursory swipe at her slit to ensure she was ready, the Doctor then took his cock in hand and thrust into Rose in one go. “Nonsense,” he bit out, distracting himself from how tight she was around him. “They won’t notice my absence at all.”
Rose clenched around him, nearly sending him over the edge. “Move, Doctor,” she demanded impatiently, attempting to roll her hips again.
The Doctor just nodded and began thrusting in and out of Rose quickly. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long, he knew, and carefully positioned his hand between them, seeking out her clit. Rose cried out softly when he found the little pearl, moaning as he rubbed little circles around it.
“Please, Rose,” he ground out. “I’m so close...need you to come.” He felt his bollocks drawing up, signalling he was near his limit.
Rose finally came as the Doctor pressed his thumb firmly into her clit. Her head tilted back, exposing the long line of her neck; a muted cry escaped her as she spiraled through her pleasure, walls clenching around his cock. The Doctor followed her, pulsing as he climaxed. Rose’s name escaped his lips like a whispered prayer as they both came down from their orgasmic high.
They had to part too soon. The Doctor helped Rose off the counter, steadied her as her legs began to give way for a moment. They cleaned themselves up quickly, sharing secret looks with each other as they did. It was with a kiss that they finally parted at the door. Their eyes promised a continuation later.
The Doctor let himself back into the conference room, straightening his jacket. One individual, a lightly green tinted alien, glanced up at him but paid him no mind. With a smirk to himself, the Doctor took his seat off to the side again, but he was no longer bored.
He loved his sexy rendezvous with Rose.
The meeting had been going on for what felt like ages to the Doctor. He was sat in his little swivel chair, off to the side of the room, swishing side to side as people in suits more fitted than his discussed and bantered back and forth about something that had no real bearing outside of the room. His gaze occasionally went to the paned glass windows, seeking solace in the world out there. Flying cars zoomed by haphazardly - they had to have some kind of automatic driving system because there was no way humans could react that quickly on their own.
This meeting was absolutely pointless. Initially, it had been called to discuss the pros and cons of interplanetary travel for unaccompanied minors. Now? It was a heated debate about the state of emissions in the city.
With a sigh, the Doctor lolled his head to one side and saw Rose pushing a coffee cart into the room. They were undercover, trying to stop the trafficking of minors through said unaccompanied interplanetary travel. Rose had gotten stuck as an intern. The Doctor was to be part of a thinktank if the meeting ever got back on topic.
When Rose noticed him, he gave her the look. He quirked one eyebrow at her, sending her a look that was the close cousin of a smolder. Rose stumbled for a moment, obviously affected. Her movements became very precise as she made her way around the room, obviously aware of the Doctor’s gaze fixed on her. When she headed for the door, the Doctor stood up, slowly making his way after her. The businessmen were all so focused on their current topic - bus fares? The Doctor shook his head at that - that they didn’t even notice him slip out.
Rose was already halfway down the hallway and turning into the coffee room. She cast a quick glance back at him, her intent clear. The Doctor adjusted his tie - wishing he was adjusting his trousers instead - and strode down the corridor. As soon as he crossed the threshold into the coffee room, he shut and locked the door. Rose was on him in a moment, lips covering his and a breathy moan escaping her.
“They’ve been talking for ages,” she complained as her hands went straight to his waistband. “Any leads?”
The Doctor shook his head, fingers fumbling at his zip as he fought to free his already throbbing cock. “Not a one. They’re too busy talking about emissions and bus fares. Oh, Rassilon, Rose,” he moaned as her fingers sought out his hardened length.
“Tossers, the lot of them,” she mumbled as she freed him. The Doctor sighed into her mouth as his lips worked against hers. “Been wantin’ this all day, Doctor.”
With another breathy moan, the Doctor propelled Rose back carefully until she was pinned against a counter. He hoisted her up onto the surface and pushed at her skirt until it was up high enough. “No knickers?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. She just blushed at him. “You’re brilliant, Rose Tyler.”
The Doctor slid one hand up the inside of her thigh until he was at her center. She keened impatiently near his ear. “Hurry up, Doctor, before someone notices you’re gone.” She rolled her hips as best she could with him holding her on the counter.
With only a precursory swipe at her slit to ensure she was ready, the Doctor then took his cock in hand and thrust into Rose in one go. “Nonsense,” he bit out, distracting himself from how tight she was around him. “They won’t notice my absence at all.”
Rose clenched around him, nearly sending him over the edge. “Move, Doctor,” she demanded impatiently, attempting to roll her hips again.
The Doctor just nodded and began thrusting in and out of Rose quickly. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long, he knew, and carefully positioned his hand between them, seeking out her clit. Rose cried out softly when he found the little pearl, moaning as he rubbed little circles around it.
“Please, Rose,” he ground out. “I’m so close...need you to come.” He felt his bollocks drawing up, signalling he was near his limit.
Rose finally came as the Doctor pressed his thumb firmly into her clit. Her head tilted back, exposing the long line of her neck; a muted cry escaped her as she spiraled through her pleasure, walls clenching around his cock. The Doctor followed her, pulsing as he climaxed. Rose’s name escaped his lips like a whispered prayer as they both came down from their orgasmic high.
They had to part too soon. The Doctor helped Rose off the counter, steadied her as her legs began to give way for a moment. They cleaned themselves up quickly, sharing secret looks with each other as they did. It was with a kiss that they finally parted at the door. Their eyes promised a continuation later.
The Doctor let himself back into the conference room, straightening his jacket. One individual, a lightly green tinted alien, glanced up at him but paid him no mind. With a smirk to himself, the Doctor took his seat off to the side again, but he was no longer bored.
He loved his sexy rendezvous with Rose.