985. want your loving

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The Random (Porn) Scenario Meme 2.0
The Rules
1. Character A: Post to the meme and wait for replies. Name|Series|Prefs
2. Character B: Go to the RNG and roll some numbers. Type first, and then go to that category and roll again.
3. Multiple Lady Gaga/Ke$ha references go here.

Note: If someone is uncomfortable and tells you to back off, please do so. If

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Rose Tyler | Doctor Who | Het

[summinkothewolf]

[ooc:

Hardcore - No: 1, 5, 7-11
Toys - No: 7, 12, 13, 17, 19
Misc - No: 2, 9, 11, 14

Anything else is alright.]

Moving is hell, but once you get there, it's worth it.

[summinkothewolf]

Rose could think of better times and places to elaborate on the things she fantasized about --the need to be quiet rendered whispering a necessity and even that was somewhat risky-- but she wouldn't deny him. As long as she kept to a whisper and did most of that in his ear...they should be alright.

Hopefully.

Lip caught between her teeth to keep in a moan, she leaned forward and her hand came up to his shoulder, pushing him back against the couch. That felt too good, she wouldn't be able to get this out while his lips and tongue were wrapped around her nipple. "Today, I was thinking..." Deep breath, swallow, whisper. "I was wearing that skirt, yeah? Sometimes, when I've got that one, I think about being back in the TARDIS. In the console room. Imagine you wanting me so bad you have to...have to have me. Just bend me over the console, push my skirt up and knickers aside and take me."

Oh, thank God it was dark in the room. Although, telling him about it meant she was thinking about it, the visual making her slicker, hungrier.

Yuuup~

[captoftardis]

Duly noted. He'll keep that in mind the next time she wears that skirt, which begged him to wonder what she must've been thinking when he felt her staring at his bum when he was repairing the piping to the sink

[summinkothewolf]

Does he wonder? He could always ask her what she was thinking. It was entirely possible she'd tell him. His bum is gorgeous, as it happens. She stares at it far more frequently than he likely notices

[captoftardis]

"Curiosity and that look you possess." He comment as he complied with her request, allowing his clothing to be pulled off. There were actually plenty of moments where the light might catch her just right and she looked absolutely gorgeous...

He had pulled her forcefully against him, hungry for a little relief for that ache that was beginning to develop as he resumed that rock of their hips together. Only something caused him to freeze. "Stop." He spoke barely a whisper, holding her flush against him as he listened. Were they talking too much? They were being quiet! He strained to listen and understood that movement of her mum turning in bed and fixing her sheets, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

[summinkothewolf]

She almost giggled. A nervous giggle, to be sure, but she had to muffle herself against his shoulder to keep it in. The danger and the thrill of giving this a go in her mum's flat!

Rose wasn't a complete novice, though, and she had a fair idea of the sounds to listen out for. Granted, the Doctor's hearing was better than hers and that was a novelty. One that could come in handy.

Lips pressed against his shoulder, she bent further and trailed them across his collar bone, licking the hollow of his throat before making her way up and over his Adam's Apple and to his lips. Taking his lower lip between her teeth, she nipped at it, then laved at it with her tongue. Her hips, which had stopped at the command, started moving again, rolling and grinding along the length of him.

[captoftardis]

"And I thought I was the bad one at 'stopping'." He wanted to laugh - she barely waited!

His lips captured hers, pulling her into a slow, lazy kiss before sliding his tongue along the bottom of her lip, asking for more. With the rocking of their hips, he could feel her slickness against him, aiding in that sweet friction he was desiring earlier.

In order to stay quiet, they would have to go slow. Slow and steady... Breaking from the kiss, his trailed a few along her jawline before nuzzling into her hair, "What other fantasy have you had?"

[summinkothewolf]

"Even you are wrong sometimes, Doctor," she teased. She'd waited long enough. Lying in her bed trying not to think about him or this, then trying to sort herself out without coming out here to him and this...well, waiting was overrated

[captoftardis]

He had no idea she liked his jacket that much, but also had no idea at the time either that she could possibly have feelings for him. He had been so devastated from the Time War then, that he wasn't sure if he could possibly relate to humans still. And then he saved her and she was like the beacon of light and hope with her curiosity and her brilliant smile. There was that scare of absorbing the heart of the TARDIS that absolutely terrified him more than the Daleks themselves, what if... What if he lost her

Ow. That tag kind of, sort of, totally broke me. /sniffles

[summinkothewolf]

It wasn't the jacket so much as it was him; the jacket was a part of him, something she associated as strongly with him as she does the pinstripes this time around. And the big one there was that it'd act as a draw for him, bring him to her and make him tear down those lines they kept so carefully between them. She loved him. It didn't matter to her which face he wore and she'd do the same thing all over again if it meant saving him. He was and is her Doctor

aw, I'm sorry! I was kind of in an emo mood when writing it. sorry XD

[captoftardis]

That was the original plan, to work themselves up enough that it wouldn't take long to finish, which was totally working until she accidentally resurfaced old emotions in him. He didn't blame her, not at all, just wished the timing was better.

"Just after you take a shower, your hair smells of some fruit concoction while your lotion is more floral... It makes me wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell. Sometimes you'll come out to find me in your robe, and I wonder if you have anything on underneath... To slip the belt off and answer these questions myself as your fingers tangle in my hair..."

He had to admit he liked the possessiveness of her fingers in his hair, begging for more just as they were now. He brought his lips to her shoulder, leaving a lingering kiss as another slow thrust was made.

oh noetry! hopefully, you're feeling happier? and hee, no worries. unexpected!angst = bravo! XD

[summinkothewolf]

Her fingers had been carding through his hair before, but that last sentence of his made not being tangled up in the dark strands impossible. "Oh, God, you could. Right then and there," she rasped. "Love it when you put your mouth on me

Yeah, mostly. Just anxious about everything happening right now.

[captoftardis]

"When we were at that college... Scouting out, searching for that maths professor... Remember that office we thought was his? You jokingly called me 'Professor' instead of 'Doctor'?" His own fingers mimicked hers, tracing her lip, pushing one in her mouth and he closed his eyes, "I wanted you on your knees... Jus' like this... Then I would take you on th'desk."

He replaced his finger with his lips, stifling a groan as he thrusted harder in her. He still was keeping up the slow pattern, but she was doing an excellent job of distracting him and bringing him back in the 'now' rather than the extreme sentimentality. Not that it wasn't there either, just he had his secrets he wanted to keep from her.

Sorry, love. I know it's gotta be stressful. Virtual hugs and support?

[summinkothewolf]

She remembered. She remembered so well that her imagination gladly conjured up an image of his words, an image that dragged a whimper from her and caused her to clench around him. Her lips drew his finger further into her mouth and she stroked her tongue along the length of his digit, sucking at it as though she were on her knees before him and they were still in that office. Oh, that was hot. That might have been the absolute hottest thing he'd ever said to her and the way she ground down against him likely gave her away, even if the rest of it didn't.

"Would've done it. Would've done it when you were playing at being a teacher that one time, too. Before everything went sideways. You...with your specs and the desk...could've-- Ngh, Doctor," she gasped against his lips, thighs pressing harder in on his hips and fingers tightening in his hair. "You've no idea." Well, he might've, but Rose rather thought he was mostly oblivious to the more...risque things that fluttered through her mind at times.

Love and hugs gladly accepted! <333333

[captoftardis]

Sadly, he was oblivious 70% of the time. His mind was typically distracted by the way something was constructed or operated and his mind whirling with possibilities of how to change or adapt it. But that wasn't to say he didn't have any fleeting thoughts on something else. He still had feelings and an overactive imagination.

He groaned again softly as he guided her hips in their rhythm as he lips trailed down her neck to her chest. A nice, slow rhythm... Staying quiet as to not concern her mother as they defiled the couch. He felt slightly guilty about it, but not completely. His lips moved further down, as he encouraged her to arch her back slightly as his tongue teased a nipple before taking it into his mouth.

That is excellent to hear because a lot of it is being sent your way! <3 <3 <3 <3

[summinkothewolf]

His obliviousness might actually be a good thing. Some of the time. And she was okay with having to grab him and plant one on him or, like she'd done tonight, walk up to him half naked to get her point across on those occasions when he was just not getting it. Didn't stop her from wishing he picked up on those subtler cues of hers at times, but he was an alien. Rose understood that. Mostly.

Breath catching in her throat, she arched her spine at his encouragement, pulling her lower lip between her teeth to keep in a moan. Guilt was...it was just the farthest thing from her mind in that moment. Her hand held him to her breast, a silent demand or plea or maybe both, probably both for more, for him not to stop. His name fell from her lips on a sigh, less than even a whisper, as her hips followed the rhythm he set, deviating only for the occasional press of her pelvis against his, rubbing herself in a slow circle for the added friction.