Dangerous
Title: Dangerous
Author: flopsy_cotton
Pairing: Rose/Ten/TARDIS
Rating: R
Warnings: Oral, domination & submission, possession.
'Rose?' No response, just his own voice bouncing feebly back to him from the long dark corridor.
'Rose?' He braved to call again, knowing full well there would be no response. The TARDIS hummed in a way that sounded irritated, and he felt the flash of light before it hit him.
'I get it!' He hadn't meant to shout, but it bounced back, sounding stung. Good god, did he really sound like that? Rude and arrogant? He didn't blame the TARDIS for trying to blind him.
Still, his footsteps sounded lonely echoing down the hallway, and he found part of him worrying for her. He knew every inch of the ship like the back of his hand, and yet she had still managed to disappear.
The tiny sound reached his ears before he had the chance to brace himself for it. The TARDIS made an angry noise and another flash of light crept up on him, this one with enough force to throw him of his feet.
He didn't shout this time, no sense in poking an already angry TARDIS. It was like a poking bear in the eye, he just didn't want to go there.
She was crying, a tiny little squeak of a sob, but still crying nonetheless.
'Oh come on, I didn't mean it...' It was a lie. He had meant it.
She lifted her head, her honey coloured eyes staring at him dangerously.
'Doctor' It scared him, the way she could make her voice so small and low and downright terrifying. And the way she walked towards him, almost defiantly, all lips and breasts and arse, and made him feel as if he might keel over then and there.
'Silly little human girl. Why do you bother?' She crushed her lips to his, taking him by surprise slightly, but altogether nice in the end.
'And you. Nothing but a silly little time lord' It was all in that look, the one out of the corner of her eye as she turned, that look that told him she wasn't at all herself.
'Must we do this again?' She looked back at him, eyes flashing.
'I've seen the way you look at her. If you do I won't tell' He watches her, the way she walks, the way her chest rises and falls. She's actually enjoying this, enjoying being in control. The thought makes him feel sick to the stomach.
'If you don't, I will' It's a threat and he knows it. She's more than capable of ripping every atom of that body apart, she knows. She's been close to it before.
The fact is, it's impossible to ignore her. Every time, every form, he cannot deny her.
She winks as she pulls off the shirt, exposing ivory flesh and black lace. God she's beautiful, dangerous and beautiful.
She grabs him roughly, nimble fingers making short work of his jacket and trousers.
'Well well, holding out on me?' He fells the colour rise to his cheeks, another part of his anatomy rising simultaneously. She laughs, eyes flashing again, jeans sliding off her hips. For a moment she admires herself, clearly revelling in the idea. Saucy little minx that she is, and there's his willpower breaking.
With a flurry she discards the incredibly useless underwear, smiling at the somewhat horrified look on his face.
'I won't do it' She chooses to ignore him, instead impaling that delicate body on him, moaning in such away he thinks he might just break her apart.
'You don't have a choice' She hisses, and in a flurry, her fingers are clawing at his chest, her body slowly rising up and down, and he sees too late, the droplets of blood forming on his stomach. She smiles, apparently satisfied, a smile he's seen so many times before, on so many different faces.
'Now that's not so bad is it?' He won't give her the pleasure of a reply, instead staring into her emotionless eyes. He hears the hum of irritation and knows what's coming next, she leans forward, hair covering her face and disguising her movements.
And she bites down hard, and he bites his lip to stop from yelling out. When she finally raises her head again, he can see blood on her tongue, and smeared halfway down his chest. She smiles at her handiwork, and he sees his left nipple appears to be bleeding with no sign of letting up. Of course he knew that anyway, but he felt the need to look. Because secretly, and though he'll never admit it, she knows, he enjoys it when she does this. When she hurts him.
Suddenly she's disappeared, and he squirms to see where she's gotten to, only to have the world go completely black. She's used his tie as a blindfold.
'Show me what you can do with that incredible tongue' He can't believe he doesn't know what she's doing. He doesn't dare pull the blindfold off, he's learnt from experience not to annoy her, and his bloody nipple is currently serving as proof.
But suddenly there's something very warm and wet on his face, and it's grinding on his lips. It's like a spark in the night when he finally realises she's sitting on his face.
He dares to let his tongue flick across the skin, and finds he's rewarded by a shudder on her part. She pushes down further, and he flicks his tongue again, pleasantly satisfied when a small moan escapes her.
She tastes incredible, like an exotic fruit or some kind of hallucinatory drug. Forbidden, and yet suddenly he knows he wants her even more. Except it's not her, it's not his beautiful, wonderful, fantastic Rose, sitting here, it's her.
And how he hates her for that.
She knows it too, she enjoys the feeling of his hatred, she's using it and he can feel her. He dares to pull the tie from his eyes, and sees she has her eyes tightly closed, as she rocks back and forth, like she's in a trance.
It's suddenly like she's exploded, golden light fills the room, and he can hear her crying out so loudly he has to close his eyes to try and make the pain stop. Just as he thinks she might never stop, the light dies away and she gently slides off him and hits the mattress with a soft thud.
He watches her sleep for a long time, feeling the guilt slowly consuming him.
When her eyes slowly flutter open, she looks at up at him in fear and confusion.
'What happened? I was upset and then...' Her eyes widen, mouth hanging slightly open in horror.
'I didn't mean it' he says quietly, but she simply shakes her head, backing away from him.
'I didn't mean it Rose, honestly I didn't' This time he means it, but it doesn't make any difference. The tears slowly trickle down her cheeks, and he knows it's too late to redeem himself.
TARDIS hums happily.
Author: flopsy_cotton
Pairing: Rose/Ten/TARDIS
Rating: R
Warnings: Oral, domination & submission, possession.
'Rose?' No response, just his own voice bouncing feebly back to him from the long dark corridor.
'Rose?' He braved to call again, knowing full well there would be no response. The TARDIS hummed in a way that sounded irritated, and he felt the flash of light before it hit him.
'I get it!' He hadn't meant to shout, but it bounced back, sounding stung. Good god, did he really sound like that? Rude and arrogant? He didn't blame the TARDIS for trying to blind him.
Still, his footsteps sounded lonely echoing down the hallway, and he found part of him worrying for her. He knew every inch of the ship like the back of his hand, and yet she had still managed to disappear.
The tiny sound reached his ears before he had the chance to brace himself for it. The TARDIS made an angry noise and another flash of light crept up on him, this one with enough force to throw him of his feet.
He didn't shout this time, no sense in poking an already angry TARDIS. It was like a poking bear in the eye, he just didn't want to go there.
She was crying, a tiny little squeak of a sob, but still crying nonetheless.
'Oh come on, I didn't mean it...' It was a lie. He had meant it.
She lifted her head, her honey coloured eyes staring at him dangerously.
'Doctor' It scared him, the way she could make her voice so small and low and downright terrifying. And the way she walked towards him, almost defiantly, all lips and breasts and arse, and made him feel as if he might keel over then and there.
'Silly little human girl. Why do you bother?' She crushed her lips to his, taking him by surprise slightly, but altogether nice in the end.
'And you. Nothing but a silly little time lord' It was all in that look, the one out of the corner of her eye as she turned, that look that told him she wasn't at all herself.
'Must we do this again?' She looked back at him, eyes flashing.
'I've seen the way you look at her. If you do I won't tell' He watches her, the way she walks, the way her chest rises and falls. She's actually enjoying this, enjoying being in control. The thought makes him feel sick to the stomach.
'If you don't, I will' It's a threat and he knows it. She's more than capable of ripping every atom of that body apart, she knows. She's been close to it before.
The fact is, it's impossible to ignore her. Every time, every form, he cannot deny her.
She winks as she pulls off the shirt, exposing ivory flesh and black lace. God she's beautiful, dangerous and beautiful.
She grabs him roughly, nimble fingers making short work of his jacket and trousers.
'Well well, holding out on me?' He fells the colour rise to his cheeks, another part of his anatomy rising simultaneously. She laughs, eyes flashing again, jeans sliding off her hips. For a moment she admires herself, clearly revelling in the idea. Saucy little minx that she is, and there's his willpower breaking.
With a flurry she discards the incredibly useless underwear, smiling at the somewhat horrified look on his face.
'I won't do it' She chooses to ignore him, instead impaling that delicate body on him, moaning in such away he thinks he might just break her apart.
'You don't have a choice' She hisses, and in a flurry, her fingers are clawing at his chest, her body slowly rising up and down, and he sees too late, the droplets of blood forming on his stomach. She smiles, apparently satisfied, a smile he's seen so many times before, on so many different faces.
'Now that's not so bad is it?' He won't give her the pleasure of a reply, instead staring into her emotionless eyes. He hears the hum of irritation and knows what's coming next, she leans forward, hair covering her face and disguising her movements.
And she bites down hard, and he bites his lip to stop from yelling out. When she finally raises her head again, he can see blood on her tongue, and smeared halfway down his chest. She smiles at her handiwork, and he sees his left nipple appears to be bleeding with no sign of letting up. Of course he knew that anyway, but he felt the need to look. Because secretly, and though he'll never admit it, she knows, he enjoys it when she does this. When she hurts him.
Suddenly she's disappeared, and he squirms to see where she's gotten to, only to have the world go completely black. She's used his tie as a blindfold.
'Show me what you can do with that incredible tongue' He can't believe he doesn't know what she's doing. He doesn't dare pull the blindfold off, he's learnt from experience not to annoy her, and his bloody nipple is currently serving as proof.
But suddenly there's something very warm and wet on his face, and it's grinding on his lips. It's like a spark in the night when he finally realises she's sitting on his face.
He dares to let his tongue flick across the skin, and finds he's rewarded by a shudder on her part. She pushes down further, and he flicks his tongue again, pleasantly satisfied when a small moan escapes her.
She tastes incredible, like an exotic fruit or some kind of hallucinatory drug. Forbidden, and yet suddenly he knows he wants her even more. Except it's not her, it's not his beautiful, wonderful, fantastic Rose, sitting here, it's her.
And how he hates her for that.
She knows it too, she enjoys the feeling of his hatred, she's using it and he can feel her. He dares to pull the tie from his eyes, and sees she has her eyes tightly closed, as she rocks back and forth, like she's in a trance.
It's suddenly like she's exploded, golden light fills the room, and he can hear her crying out so loudly he has to close his eyes to try and make the pain stop. Just as he thinks she might never stop, the light dies away and she gently slides off him and hits the mattress with a soft thud.
He watches her sleep for a long time, feeling the guilt slowly consuming him.
When her eyes slowly flutter open, she looks at up at him in fear and confusion.
'What happened? I was upset and then...' Her eyes widen, mouth hanging slightly open in horror.
'I didn't mean it' he says quietly, but she simply shakes her head, backing away from him.
'I didn't mean it Rose, honestly I didn't' This time he means it, but it doesn't make any difference. The tears slowly trickle down her cheeks, and he knows it's too late to redeem himself.
TARDIS hums happily.