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Title: Homecoming
Pairing: Rose/Sarah Jane
Summary: Sarah opens her door to find a shivering and tear stained Rose Tyler on her doorstep
Notes: Ficlet written for the Femslash Today Fourth of July Porn Battle
“I’ll put the kettle on,” is the first thing that Sarah says when she opens her front door to find a shivering and tear stained Rose Tyler on her doorstep.
“You don’t have anything stronger, do you?” Rose says, looking more in need of a strong drink than anyone Sarah has ever met.
“Yes, sit down and I’ll see what I can find.”
*
Three hours later and an empty red wine bottle is tipped on its side on the living room carpet, a two thirds empty bottle of white is sitting on the coffee table and Rose is half lying on the couch naked from the waist down with Sarah Jane kneeling in front of her, the older woman’s fingers pushing inside her while her tongue traces increasingly complex patterns over Rose’s clit.
Rose’s hand leaves Sarah’s hair to slide under her union jack t-shirt and pinch a nipple. When she comes she arches up into Sarah’s mouth and bites down hard on her bottom lip, it’s not quite as good as watching twin suns rise over an alien vista but it’s not bad.
Sarah looks guilty when she meets Rose’s eyes, the back of her hand wiping across her mouth. Rose thinks that perhaps she should tell Sarah that there’s nothing to feel guilty about, that this did more for her than any amount of tea and sympathy would have, gave her a few seconds when she wasn’t thinking about the Doctor.
“Maybe we should finish the wine?” she says instead.
Pairing: Rose/Sarah Jane
Summary: Sarah opens her door to find a shivering and tear stained Rose Tyler on her doorstep
Notes: Ficlet written for the Femslash Today Fourth of July Porn Battle
“I’ll put the kettle on,” is the first thing that Sarah says when she opens her front door to find a shivering and tear stained Rose Tyler on her doorstep.
“You don’t have anything stronger, do you?” Rose says, looking more in need of a strong drink than anyone Sarah has ever met.
“Yes, sit down and I’ll see what I can find.”
*
Three hours later and an empty red wine bottle is tipped on its side on the living room carpet, a two thirds empty bottle of white is sitting on the coffee table and Rose is half lying on the couch naked from the waist down with Sarah Jane kneeling in front of her, the older woman’s fingers pushing inside her while her tongue traces increasingly complex patterns over Rose’s clit.
Rose’s hand leaves Sarah’s hair to slide under her union jack t-shirt and pinch a nipple. When she comes she arches up into Sarah’s mouth and bites down hard on her bottom lip, it’s not quite as good as watching twin suns rise over an alien vista but it’s not bad.
Sarah looks guilty when she meets Rose’s eyes, the back of her hand wiping across her mouth. Rose thinks that perhaps she should tell Sarah that there’s nothing to feel guilty about, that this did more for her than any amount of tea and sympathy would have, gave her a few seconds when she wasn’t thinking about the Doctor.
“Maybe we should finish the wine?” she says instead.