The Flavors of Aphros Meme

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The Flavours of Aphros Meme

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Rose Tyler | Doctor Who | Het

[summinkothewolf]

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[summinkothewolf]

"Dunno if I can manage everythin' while we're standin' up..." Her voice trailed off, head titling back in a silent invitation to continue his kisses lower. This wasn't supposed to be about her. She had to watch that, had to focus. Did this still count as public? She thought it did, hoped it did, although him losing control like this - technically, he'd lost it while they weren't in the shadows - surely, that meant her mission was a success

[captoftardis]

His breath would hitch each time he could feel her fingertips tease right at his waistline of his trousers. It was both intoxicating and embarrassing how much power she had over him this very moment, as it was very rare to experience such a thing so out and open to public. It was a totally different story in the TARDIS, alone, far away from anyone, just the Doctor and Rose and exactly how he liked it.

Again, his thoughts drifted to tonight's events leading up to this. What stood out? What was so different? It wasn't the costumes or the dances themselves. He didn't talk to that many people, and Rose was right there for majority of the time...

His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, "Don't stop." He groaned against her neck, almost at a loss of what to do with his own hands as she continued to tease and scratch. He was just melting under her touch, and he finally was truthful about it - he had no shame right now.

[summinkothewolf]

He didn't want her to stop and she certainly wasn't inclined to do so...so, really, there was no reason to. Especially when his breath hitched like that or, God, the groaning. That- That was lovely. Her eyes open and she drops her chin down, catching sight of his brows that've gone and scrunched up. That was less lovely. Clearly, she needed to put more effort into this. "Stop thinkin' so hard, Doctor," she demanded, pressing her lips to his, then peppering kisses along his jaw, to his ear. "What we're doin' isn't somethin' ya need your brain for

[captoftardis]

Oh, Rassilon, was she...? Oh yeesss, he held his breath at her actions. His nails digging into the wood of the wall behind them, scraping at the paint, "N-not thinking... hard."

His tongue darted out to lick at his suddenly dry lips as she slowly worked at his buttons... Vaguely he wondered if he had ever driven her as crazy as she were to him at this very moment. His skin felt hot and he could feel the flush across his face as she pulled him in for a kiss, liking how demanding she was insisting upon being.

And then she finally touched him where he ached so badly, causing him to stifle his groan in their kiss. With one hand still on the wall, stabilizing him, the other clutched at her hip allowing him to grind against her hand.

He broke away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers, "Oh... there, please."

[summinkothewolf]

She was usually the more...submissive one and she loved it, gloried in it, but something about this place and the way he was reacting to her taking charge kept her going. Whatever it was - or maybe it was all of it - she felt emboldened and powerful. He drove her crazy all the bloody time and this was...turn about? No, it was just what he needed and what she didn't know she needed until now

[captoftardis]

Congratulations Rose, you've now reduced the Doctor to vague syllables of words and soft panting. She was right, he wasn't there yet, but he wasn't very far off. Blame the mysterious cause for it, as his senses were quite overwhelmed.

This time it was him crushing his lips back to hers, maybe a little more sloppy than he intended, but hopefully she'd forgive him given that he was currently being turned into a pile of goo at her fingertips. He had fought the universe's worst enemies and even died at their hands (or lasers in the Dalek's case), but in the end it was one simple human girl that has truly taken his breath away and reduced him nearly nonverbal. She had complete power, and he was completely content by it.

A small piece of him felt guilty he wasn't making a better effort to return the favor, but he promised (to himself) he would later. Right now he was proud to still be standing on his own two feet.

[summinkothewolf]

Rose was completely okay with the state of things. More than, really. She also wasn't willing ready to admit his current condition was due to anything other than her actions. Obviously, she was feeling very humble at the moment.

That was part of the rush, though, wasn't it? He was larger than life and could do...such amazing things, but she'd done this. He was panting and oof kissing-- Kissing was brilliant. She certainly didn't mind the lack of technique, as it was just evidence of how caught up he was in her, in this. Her nails scraped lightly against his scalp, while her mouth parted beneath his and she deepened the kiss, drawing first his lip, then his tongue into her mouth.

This was about him and what he needed. That was where it began and ended and-- "Okay?" she broke the kiss to ask, albeit a little breathlessly. What she needed was to hear him say it. Her hand was still wrapped around his length, skin sliding against skin as she slowly built up a rhythm.

[captoftardis]

"Mmm... more than okay.... Fantastic."

His breath was hot and heavy against her neck as he trailed slow kisses downwards. He snaked his free hand from his hold on her hip up under the hem of her shirt, desperate to feel skin contact. Fingers grazing her abdomen up along her side to her back, pulling her more flush against him for a moment as he received a moment of more friction before easing up.

Groaning softly, "Just like that... exactly like that."

[summinkothewolf]

Her head dropped back readily, offering up more of her neck to him, a shiver running through her as his lips moved down her skin. It was getting harder to think, to focus, but she tried. She really did. She wondered if he wanted more, despite his words of encouragement and pleasure, her own breath leaving her in a hiss when his hand found its way under her shirt.

"Doctor..." His name came out on an answering moan. "You can-- 's like I said, yeah?" She pushed her hips forward again, pausing her hand's movements just long enough to roll her hips against him. Her shirt hadn't quite made it all the way back down yet, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, biting back another gasp. "Whatever you want, you can-- you can have. Just take it. Or," she paused, pulling back a bit and resuming the slow stroking of her hand around him, "I can keep on doin' this."

[captoftardis]

Rather surprised, which he didn't even really know why exactly, his gaze locked with hers, as if to ask, 'Are you sure'?

He barely waited for her response and he had already unbuttoned her trousers and forcefully tugged everything down her hips to her knees. This wasn't like him, not the whole I-have-to-have-you-right-now part, because he's been guilty of that a time or two, but the whole lack of caring how how out in the open they were. They had made it this far, he figured throwing the discretion out the window would be safe enough this time.

Pulling one of her thighs up a bit, he pushed into her, and Oh!, she felt perfect and all those delightfully positive adjectives he could rattle off in thousands of different languages. He inhaled sharply, pulling out just to thrust back in and having her adjust even moreso to him.

His nails of his left hand were once again digging into the paint of the wall behind her, as he clung tightly to her hip, setting up a rhythm.

[summinkothewolf]

What was self control? Rose didn't think he-- actually, she didn't think either of them could lay claim to it in that moment. She shuddered when his hands found her trousers and pulled everything down with so much force. This was...after the fact, he might be embarrassed by his enthusiasm and utter lack of regard for where they were. Or had he already been? She wasn't sure, but nor was she finding it in her to care particularly much at this point.

She kicked her legs, trying to get her trousers down as far as possible, trying to get them off, really, because shagging against a wall was hard enough without one's legs trapped. Rose let out a little mewl when the Doctor was able to push inside of her like...oh, that really was brilliant.

It wasn't the best angle and that had to change. Immediately. Giving up on kicking and using her hand to free one of her legs, she lifted the limb higher once she succeeded and hitched her thigh against his hip, bucking up into him. More, her actions demanded. Let go.

[captoftardis]

Oh, there was that growing warmth that felt both so near and far away. He should try to slow down so he could last longer, but whatever that was affecting him just made him even more hyper sensitive. Also there was Rose encouraging him even more, which was only driving him wilder.

She wanted him to let go? Oh yes, he'll help her out as he managed to free his hands and lightly touched his fingers to her temples. The rhythm may have been a step back in progress, but that'll change in a moment as he closed his eyes. He probably should've asked given that he only showed her this once before in a very complex explanation of how Time Lords reproduced, but he couldn't resist. After only another moment, he had opened their telepathic connection, opening himself up, reaching out to connect to her being and sending those sensory neurons of hers to feel and seek out his.

The crescendoing warmth deep within him, could you feel that, Rose?

[summinkothewolf]

Rose was...pretty sure that was cheating because how was she supposed to keep any wits about her when she could feel him from her end and feel her from his? It startled her, at first, when her consciousness was suddenly became theirs, and she jerked against him, hand flying up to clutch at the back of his neck. "D-Doctor," she hissed into the crook of his neck, teeth grazing against the skin there before nipping lightly.

Oh, she could feel it, Doctor. She could feel the mounting pleasure within him and it rolled through her, amplifying her own. Vaguely, she recalled his explanation about Time Lord reproduction and this sort of psychic link, but mostly she was caught up in how it felt to be so connected to him. Tentatively, she tried to reach out in turn, though she wasn't...entirely sure how to do so.

Squeezing her eyes shut, her fingers tangled back up in his hair as she struggled to stave off the crescendo that was already threatening. Had she ever been this sensitive? Had he? She didn't know, she couldn't bloody think. She

[captoftardis]

"So not stopping." He muttered as his hands moved to grip her hips tightly. His nerves were like shooting fireworks, snaking into the air, building up height, the warmth and anticipation increasing... waiting for it...

He suddenly went very quiet as his pelvis bucked into hers, riding out his orgasm. His mind loud and overloaded with sensory input from both himself and her.

Lightly pressing his forehead against the wall as he fought to regain his breath, he spoke softly, "Strawberries... I smelled strawberries earlier..." That must've been what got him, given he didn't see or eat any. "Did.. did you smell them too?"

[summinkothewolf]

"Oh, thank God." Or him. Or this place. That was the only response she could come up with to his assurance. Vocally, anyhow. Her actions left no doubt to just how grateful she was, how close she was to shattering. The way she writhed against him and how tangled up in his hair - his really, really great hair that she ought to express her appreciation for more and...

That and more and there, please, yes she managed to convey in gasps and whimpers as the pressure within her wound tighter, driven toward completion by his movements and his presence within her. Mentally, physically, she was so utterly his in those moments, and she could no more resist tumbling over the edge with him than she could resist her earlier compulsion. Rose buried her face in his neck, biting down on his shoulder to keep from crying out and drawing attention to them as she shuddered in his arms, body clenching down on his as if to draw him deeper or keep him with her