Fic: Love Is Not All, 2/2
Title:Love Is Not All (2/2)
Author: lpmufinfiend
Pairing: Rose, AltTen
Rating: R/NC-17?
Word Count: 2278
Spoilers: through Journey's End
Summary: The promised installment of smut. My first ever truly dirty bit of writing, so be kind!
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The Doctor cleared the rest of the distance between them efficiently, looping his arm around Rose at the place above her waist and drawing her into a kiss. His lips had scarcely touched hers, and already her mouth was open to him, hot, inviting. He drew in a small breath before continuing, then dragged his tongue along hers with enough speed to insist upon progress but little enough pressure to preserve the delicacy of the action. She leaned into him, her chest heavy with trust and easy purpose, then pulled her arms free of his; slid her fingers through his hair.
Though they mingled in the warmth of the kiss, neither wasted time acquainting themselves with the other's body-- hands following slow contours only their eyes had traced before-- and pressing closer, closer together, until the Doctor would've called the man a liar that said their atoms didn't meet. Her chest pressed into his, and he felt her soft flesh give against his sternum. He wondered if sheer want really could suspend the laws of nature, or if it was some kind of grand exception to them-- but the thought went unfinished, as Rose ground her hips against his, pressing into his growing appreciation of her half-dressed form.
"Ah--Rose," he groaned, lips slipping to her neck. He gently pulled at the vulnerable skin there with his teeth, sweeping his tongue across the sweet and salt of the pale expanse, chasing his mouth with his hand, which quickly overtook the former and began its own path down her chest, to her breast-- and here, Rose bit off an inhale with an almost indistinguishable, subsonic cry-- on down to the hem of the undershirt which separated the Doctor from the rest of her skin. He looked at her meaningfully then, a silent question lurking in his ink-dark eyes.
"Go on, then," Rose breathed, slowly raising her arms, eyes still locked with the Doctor's. He slipped the fingers of both hands under the hem, placing his palms against her warm stomach, and drew the shirt up as his hands rose across her smooth skin. He flipped his hands palms-up to meet with the undersides of her breasts, hefting one slightly in a test of its weight. His thumbs played across her nipples, revealed to be the most delicate shade of carnation-pink, in gentle contrast with the rest of her coloring: all peaches-and-cream, mauve in the cold shadow of the room. His lips closed around the soft skin of one flushing peak and, with teeth and tongue, he teased it awake, nipping at the emerging bud of responsive muscle. Rose gasped, rolling her body against empty air, and--frustrated-- drawing him abruptly by the belt-loops to meet her hips.
In a single, rapid motion, unexpected even by him, the Doctor gathered Rose into his arms, spun, and tossed her neatly onto the middle of her bed. He paused to watch, mesmerized, as her bust swayed and rebounded, moving of momentum's accord. He surveyed the object of his abiding affection longer than she was entirely comfortable with; her subsequent huff of impatience conveyed as much. She shifted on the duvet, eyes filling with something a shade headier than annoyance, and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. If he'd forgotten to move, watching her before, now he couldn't stop. He fell upon her, mouth and hands and half his weight above and across her, encompassing her almost desperately-- as desperate he was, certainly, to memorize the whole of her with all of himself. He moved against her distractedly as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, drawing her head up off the pillow beneath it with each kiss, savoring the taste of them--fresh, new, and somehow eternal--drawing their kisses to the barest shadows of contact at their ductile join, a junction of lazy tongues and a passion left unexamined for far too long.
His hand slid beneath Rose's bare back, lifting her to him. Her hips followed instinctively, bumping his, and he strained against her, twice; the friction was maddeningly inadequate. His fingers scraped ineffectually at the lace of Rose's underwear, and a growl escaped on the tail of a panted breath. He pulled the panties aside, and felt himself harden further-- was as much even possible?-- to touch the warmth and moisture between her legs. He tested the depth and width of her-- first with one finger, then two-- leaning into each stroke of his hand, pulling her with him as he withdrew his fingers. He changed angle, pressing up and into the topmost surface of her, drawing a stifled cry, as though she hardly dared to express her pleasure. She slid down onto his hand faster than he could drive it into her, and her eyes welled with pleasure as her inner walls tickled his fingers. He couldn't help himself; he knew, but he had to hear it.
"D'you like this?" he asked, voice thick with arousal and emotion, as he swirled and thrust his fingers deeper into her. she could barely manage to nod.
"Uhhhh--Uh-huh," she gasped, tossing her head and baring her throat to him. The Doctor nuzzled her neck, and nipped his way up to her ear, and listened as a tangle of words tumble from forth her parted lips, but only caught the one. A third finger paused at her entrance, and he leaned close to whisper to her.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, his voice deadly, saturated with concentrated need, and laced with humor, the core of his temperament. "More?"
Rose nodded fervently. The Doctor teased her opening with the finger that rested without, never pausing the cyclic rhythm of the two inside of her. He kissed her softly behind her ear, and whispered again, this time louder. He needed her this close, closer; needed to hear her ask, beg a little, to be touched. Needed to know she wanted this, and what came next.
"Tell me what you want, Rose. Tell me." He searched for her eyes again, but they darted and fluttered and rolled back into her head as he worked within her. She tried three times to force words from her throat, with varying degrees of success-- and he almost didn't mind, he thought, as her teeth skittered across his neck, catching on an aborted consonant cluster. He twisted his fingers inside her and pumped, one, two, three-- and somehow, in the face of the new wave of pleasure, Rose found the strength to speak.
"This." Her hands flew to the impressive bulge behind and below his fly, rubbing gently, then harder, against it. "I want this," she repeated, trailing a lone finger up and across his hard-on, cupping him through his clothes. His mouth fell open, and a string of beautiful nonsense suffused the air between them as he pressed himself into her hand. His arms threatened to give when she squeezed him gently, and he worried at the embarrassing prospect of coming right then and there.
Mercifully, Rose set to work on his belt, unfastening the plain buckle, then his trousers. She paused to tug the bottom of his t-shirt free of his trousers while he kicked off chucks and socks, and pushed pants and trousers away, careful to lift the elastic of his boxers around his erection as she slid the intervening clothing down his legs. She trailed her hands down the tops of his thighs, ghosting inward with her fingertips as she caressed a path back up to his shoulders. She latched onto them, and then, with force he supposed was born of this world's Torchwood training, toppled him onto his back.
Beginning at his navel, a curiosity preserved in the process of duplication, Rose kissed and sucked her way to his erection. She took him in hand first, confirming his preferences and sensitivities with a few gentle strokes before lowering her mouth to his head. She teased the underside with tongue and lip, and as her mouth watered, she sluiced their combined fluids over him, sliding lower on his shaft, tongue flat along the sensitive underside, descending, still descending as she built suction, pulled him towards release, but stopped shy-- he wasn't ready, and furthermore, she wasn't finished. The Doctor, ever as chivalrous as a moment allowed, had clenched his fists in the bedsheets to avoid abusing the nerves of her scalp or forcing her to gag-- but as Rose swallowed hard against his tip, he couldn't help but buck his hips, chasing the sensation.
"Rose..." he ground out, a clawed hand escaping its hold on the duvet to tangle in her hair. "Rose, please," he said, pushing her off of him, pulling her lips to his, tasting himself inside her mouth-- an unbelievable thrill-- as he reached between her legs. His hands found lace, and, frowning, he pulled Rose's underwear down and off her hips, past her knees, until they fell at her ankles. The rest he left to her.
He looked long at this, most lately revealed piece of Rose, and followed his eyes with his fingers-- over the small dome of her mound, up and across the web of hip and groin, down the small strip that was all she preferred to leave of her coarse curls. The Doctor's deft fingers found her center, and stroked hard. Rose rocked down onto his hand, an erotic whine escaping her as he located her clit with his thumb and rubbed it in a rhythm separate from the one in which his hand thrust. She ground lower and harder against him, so that slowly his arm lowered under her weight, his hand pressed to his own abdomen, fingers caught between her body and his. Rose moved her lips to his ear and implored him.
"I need to feel you," she panted, her hand on his wrist, pulling him free of her fluttering insides, then slipping to curl around his length. "Inside me."
The Doctor hardly needed to be told twice. He pushed her back onto the pillows and crawled over her, hooking his hand behind one knee and spreading her further to him, while she urged him bodily toward her entrance. His eyes locked with hers as he slid in, an inch at a time, until he was seated almost to the base inside her. He withdrew halfway, blessing Rose's slick arousal as he drove in again, this time entirely burying himself. Rose cried out at the depth and pressure of the contact. She quivered around him and held him closer, her respiration stolen promptly from her control, breath as ragged as his had become. Fragments of his name followed severed exhales as he thrust again, again, again-- Rose felt her body accepting his girth, embracing his flesh within her, muscles sucking at him as he pulled from between them, engaging as he drove into their midst. Her hands migrated to his ass, encouraging their to-and-fro, clench-and-relax. He whispered her name into her skin as she hooked one leg across them, driving him closer and deeper, his weight more fully upon her. She delighted at the tangibility of this, proof of his presence and his desire for her, and began to move her hips to meet with his as he quickened his pace.
He shifted his weight from his elbows to his pelvis, bringing his hands to the small of Rose's back and pulling her closer to him as he tested her depth, driving further and further inside, thrusts shorter and deeper now, mere bucks and rolls. He gained a few precious centimeters as she raised her other leg to join the first behind his back, and mined them hungrily, shuddering as Rose dragged her fingernails lightly up his back, tracing endearments in the sweat that had gathered in the hollow of his sacrum. He pulled one hand from behind her and pushed it between them, rolling the sensitive nerves above Rose's entrance between thumb and forefinger. Her shuddering breaths gave way to gasps, increasing in frequency as he drove into her now, now, now, and with a groan of his own he paused, loving the feeling as she unraveled around him. Her teeth sunk into his neck, stifling the scream that wanted free of her lungs, and it was too much, too much for him, and just enough. He finished himself in three quick strokes, his head falling to Rose's shoulder as the last of her spams drew his seed deep inside.
He littered her neck and chest with kisses as he withdrew, pulling himself down her until his forehead came to nestle beneath her breasts. He stroked her side absently, fingers slipping in sweat as the reality of the moment unfurled in his mind. He turned his head slightly to breathe her in, then settled again, his ear to her ribs, listening closely as her heartbeat slowly returned to its resting rhythm. Rose's palm splayed across the Doctor's chest, close to center and a little left, as she too-- and disbelieving-- concentrated on the slow descent of his own, and only, heartbeat. Neither spoke as the electricity faded, replaced in measure by an unhurried warmth that seeped in, binding them together in complex, irrefutable ways. In the moments many versions of himself would have taken to retreat, to find distance from the potent spell of impermanent, human connection, he found himself holding tighter-- curling closer into his Rose, their scent, their situation.
Sleep claimed her first, and he watched peace settle slowly over her features, so rare it almost seemed wrong. She whispered to him from a fathomless slumber, and he felt his heart swell even as his eyes fluttered closed.
"My Rose," he answered, drawing the covers up around them as awareness slipped away.
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Author: lpmufinfiend
Pairing: Rose, AltTen
Rating: R/NC-17?
Word Count: 2278
Spoilers: through Journey's End
Summary: The promised installment of smut. My first ever truly dirty bit of writing, so be kind!
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The Doctor cleared the rest of the distance between them efficiently, looping his arm around Rose at the place above her waist and drawing her into a kiss. His lips had scarcely touched hers, and already her mouth was open to him, hot, inviting. He drew in a small breath before continuing, then dragged his tongue along hers with enough speed to insist upon progress but little enough pressure to preserve the delicacy of the action. She leaned into him, her chest heavy with trust and easy purpose, then pulled her arms free of his; slid her fingers through his hair.
Though they mingled in the warmth of the kiss, neither wasted time acquainting themselves with the other's body-- hands following slow contours only their eyes had traced before-- and pressing closer, closer together, until the Doctor would've called the man a liar that said their atoms didn't meet. Her chest pressed into his, and he felt her soft flesh give against his sternum. He wondered if sheer want really could suspend the laws of nature, or if it was some kind of grand exception to them-- but the thought went unfinished, as Rose ground her hips against his, pressing into his growing appreciation of her half-dressed form.
"Ah--Rose," he groaned, lips slipping to her neck. He gently pulled at the vulnerable skin there with his teeth, sweeping his tongue across the sweet and salt of the pale expanse, chasing his mouth with his hand, which quickly overtook the former and began its own path down her chest, to her breast-- and here, Rose bit off an inhale with an almost indistinguishable, subsonic cry-- on down to the hem of the undershirt which separated the Doctor from the rest of her skin. He looked at her meaningfully then, a silent question lurking in his ink-dark eyes.
"Go on, then," Rose breathed, slowly raising her arms, eyes still locked with the Doctor's. He slipped the fingers of both hands under the hem, placing his palms against her warm stomach, and drew the shirt up as his hands rose across her smooth skin. He flipped his hands palms-up to meet with the undersides of her breasts, hefting one slightly in a test of its weight. His thumbs played across her nipples, revealed to be the most delicate shade of carnation-pink, in gentle contrast with the rest of her coloring: all peaches-and-cream, mauve in the cold shadow of the room. His lips closed around the soft skin of one flushing peak and, with teeth and tongue, he teased it awake, nipping at the emerging bud of responsive muscle. Rose gasped, rolling her body against empty air, and--frustrated-- drawing him abruptly by the belt-loops to meet her hips.
In a single, rapid motion, unexpected even by him, the Doctor gathered Rose into his arms, spun, and tossed her neatly onto the middle of her bed. He paused to watch, mesmerized, as her bust swayed and rebounded, moving of momentum's accord. He surveyed the object of his abiding affection longer than she was entirely comfortable with; her subsequent huff of impatience conveyed as much. She shifted on the duvet, eyes filling with something a shade headier than annoyance, and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. If he'd forgotten to move, watching her before, now he couldn't stop. He fell upon her, mouth and hands and half his weight above and across her, encompassing her almost desperately-- as desperate he was, certainly, to memorize the whole of her with all of himself. He moved against her distractedly as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, drawing her head up off the pillow beneath it with each kiss, savoring the taste of them--fresh, new, and somehow eternal--drawing their kisses to the barest shadows of contact at their ductile join, a junction of lazy tongues and a passion left unexamined for far too long.
His hand slid beneath Rose's bare back, lifting her to him. Her hips followed instinctively, bumping his, and he strained against her, twice; the friction was maddeningly inadequate. His fingers scraped ineffectually at the lace of Rose's underwear, and a growl escaped on the tail of a panted breath. He pulled the panties aside, and felt himself harden further-- was as much even possible?-- to touch the warmth and moisture between her legs. He tested the depth and width of her-- first with one finger, then two-- leaning into each stroke of his hand, pulling her with him as he withdrew his fingers. He changed angle, pressing up and into the topmost surface of her, drawing a stifled cry, as though she hardly dared to express her pleasure. She slid down onto his hand faster than he could drive it into her, and her eyes welled with pleasure as her inner walls tickled his fingers. He couldn't help himself; he knew, but he had to hear it.
"D'you like this?" he asked, voice thick with arousal and emotion, as he swirled and thrust his fingers deeper into her. she could barely manage to nod.
"Uhhhh--Uh-huh," she gasped, tossing her head and baring her throat to him. The Doctor nuzzled her neck, and nipped his way up to her ear, and listened as a tangle of words tumble from forth her parted lips, but only caught the one. A third finger paused at her entrance, and he leaned close to whisper to her.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, his voice deadly, saturated with concentrated need, and laced with humor, the core of his temperament. "More?"
Rose nodded fervently. The Doctor teased her opening with the finger that rested without, never pausing the cyclic rhythm of the two inside of her. He kissed her softly behind her ear, and whispered again, this time louder. He needed her this close, closer; needed to hear her ask, beg a little, to be touched. Needed to know she wanted this, and what came next.
"Tell me what you want, Rose. Tell me." He searched for her eyes again, but they darted and fluttered and rolled back into her head as he worked within her. She tried three times to force words from her throat, with varying degrees of success-- and he almost didn't mind, he thought, as her teeth skittered across his neck, catching on an aborted consonant cluster. He twisted his fingers inside her and pumped, one, two, three-- and somehow, in the face of the new wave of pleasure, Rose found the strength to speak.
"This." Her hands flew to the impressive bulge behind and below his fly, rubbing gently, then harder, against it. "I want this," she repeated, trailing a lone finger up and across his hard-on, cupping him through his clothes. His mouth fell open, and a string of beautiful nonsense suffused the air between them as he pressed himself into her hand. His arms threatened to give when she squeezed him gently, and he worried at the embarrassing prospect of coming right then and there.
Mercifully, Rose set to work on his belt, unfastening the plain buckle, then his trousers. She paused to tug the bottom of his t-shirt free of his trousers while he kicked off chucks and socks, and pushed pants and trousers away, careful to lift the elastic of his boxers around his erection as she slid the intervening clothing down his legs. She trailed her hands down the tops of his thighs, ghosting inward with her fingertips as she caressed a path back up to his shoulders. She latched onto them, and then, with force he supposed was born of this world's Torchwood training, toppled him onto his back.
Beginning at his navel, a curiosity preserved in the process of duplication, Rose kissed and sucked her way to his erection. She took him in hand first, confirming his preferences and sensitivities with a few gentle strokes before lowering her mouth to his head. She teased the underside with tongue and lip, and as her mouth watered, she sluiced their combined fluids over him, sliding lower on his shaft, tongue flat along the sensitive underside, descending, still descending as she built suction, pulled him towards release, but stopped shy-- he wasn't ready, and furthermore, she wasn't finished. The Doctor, ever as chivalrous as a moment allowed, had clenched his fists in the bedsheets to avoid abusing the nerves of her scalp or forcing her to gag-- but as Rose swallowed hard against his tip, he couldn't help but buck his hips, chasing the sensation.
"Rose..." he ground out, a clawed hand escaping its hold on the duvet to tangle in her hair. "Rose, please," he said, pushing her off of him, pulling her lips to his, tasting himself inside her mouth-- an unbelievable thrill-- as he reached between her legs. His hands found lace, and, frowning, he pulled Rose's underwear down and off her hips, past her knees, until they fell at her ankles. The rest he left to her.
He looked long at this, most lately revealed piece of Rose, and followed his eyes with his fingers-- over the small dome of her mound, up and across the web of hip and groin, down the small strip that was all she preferred to leave of her coarse curls. The Doctor's deft fingers found her center, and stroked hard. Rose rocked down onto his hand, an erotic whine escaping her as he located her clit with his thumb and rubbed it in a rhythm separate from the one in which his hand thrust. She ground lower and harder against him, so that slowly his arm lowered under her weight, his hand pressed to his own abdomen, fingers caught between her body and his. Rose moved her lips to his ear and implored him.
"I need to feel you," she panted, her hand on his wrist, pulling him free of her fluttering insides, then slipping to curl around his length. "Inside me."
The Doctor hardly needed to be told twice. He pushed her back onto the pillows and crawled over her, hooking his hand behind one knee and spreading her further to him, while she urged him bodily toward her entrance. His eyes locked with hers as he slid in, an inch at a time, until he was seated almost to the base inside her. He withdrew halfway, blessing Rose's slick arousal as he drove in again, this time entirely burying himself. Rose cried out at the depth and pressure of the contact. She quivered around him and held him closer, her respiration stolen promptly from her control, breath as ragged as his had become. Fragments of his name followed severed exhales as he thrust again, again, again-- Rose felt her body accepting his girth, embracing his flesh within her, muscles sucking at him as he pulled from between them, engaging as he drove into their midst. Her hands migrated to his ass, encouraging their to-and-fro, clench-and-relax. He whispered her name into her skin as she hooked one leg across them, driving him closer and deeper, his weight more fully upon her. She delighted at the tangibility of this, proof of his presence and his desire for her, and began to move her hips to meet with his as he quickened his pace.
He shifted his weight from his elbows to his pelvis, bringing his hands to the small of Rose's back and pulling her closer to him as he tested her depth, driving further and further inside, thrusts shorter and deeper now, mere bucks and rolls. He gained a few precious centimeters as she raised her other leg to join the first behind his back, and mined them hungrily, shuddering as Rose dragged her fingernails lightly up his back, tracing endearments in the sweat that had gathered in the hollow of his sacrum. He pulled one hand from behind her and pushed it between them, rolling the sensitive nerves above Rose's entrance between thumb and forefinger. Her shuddering breaths gave way to gasps, increasing in frequency as he drove into her now, now, now, and with a groan of his own he paused, loving the feeling as she unraveled around him. Her teeth sunk into his neck, stifling the scream that wanted free of her lungs, and it was too much, too much for him, and just enough. He finished himself in three quick strokes, his head falling to Rose's shoulder as the last of her spams drew his seed deep inside.
He littered her neck and chest with kisses as he withdrew, pulling himself down her until his forehead came to nestle beneath her breasts. He stroked her side absently, fingers slipping in sweat as the reality of the moment unfurled in his mind. He turned his head slightly to breathe her in, then settled again, his ear to her ribs, listening closely as her heartbeat slowly returned to its resting rhythm. Rose's palm splayed across the Doctor's chest, close to center and a little left, as she too-- and disbelieving-- concentrated on the slow descent of his own, and only, heartbeat. Neither spoke as the electricity faded, replaced in measure by an unhurried warmth that seeped in, binding them together in complex, irrefutable ways. In the moments many versions of himself would have taken to retreat, to find distance from the potent spell of impermanent, human connection, he found himself holding tighter-- curling closer into his Rose, their scent, their situation.
Sleep claimed her first, and he watched peace settle slowly over her features, so rare it almost seemed wrong. She whispered to him from a fathomless slumber, and he felt his heart swell even as his eyes fluttered closed.
"My Rose," he answered, drawing the covers up around them as awareness slipped away.
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