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Title: Auction drabbles
Author: sinecure - My master fic list
Character/Pairing: Priest!Ten/Rose (yes, all of them, apparently he's popular)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut, romance, humor, smut, drabble, smut
Summary: Priest!D/Rose smut.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: To momdaegmorgan for helping to pare some of them down, and even pump a few up. And for all the folks who have been bidding on me, I am so sincerely flattered... keep it coming! 20 hours left!
Okay, I'm writing single/double drabbles for the bidders buying me at the auction, and here are the 9 I've done so far.
Jlrpuck - Priest!D - candles/candlelight
There was the surprise and naughtiness of it all the first time, along with the frock and the collar.
Perhaps the second time was the thrill of the setting--a church in the countryside of old England--and she'd been swept away. That's what he'd thought.
But now, with Rose's hair, shining in the candlelight, slipping over her shoulder as she grinned at him, tongue slipping out, to taunt, to taste, to tease, he knew it wasn't thrills, surprises, or the chance of getting caught. Nothing that simple. No. It was him.
She loved him... and he wore the collar well.
Catyuy - Priest!Ten - desk, seductive
Pressing close to Rose, the Doctor smirked when she sucked in a breath and braced herself against the desk in front of her. His black frock contrasted sharply with her white shirt, unbuttoned nearly to her belly button. The teasing, taunting looks she'd been giving him in the classroom flashed behind his closed lids as he rocked his hips against her arse.
A moan slipped past her lips, then rose to a whimper when he slid his hand under her plaid skirt and pressed his fingers against her knickers, rubbing the damp cotton.
She spread her legs further and pushed back against him for leverage, arse cradling his throbbing cock.
Breath leaving him in a rush, he rubbed harder, inhaling the scent of her hair, spreading her open with his fingers.
"Fuck," she gasped, head falling back on his shoulder.
Lips and teeth nibbling at her neck, he whispered, "Blasphemy, Miss Tyler?" Releasing her, he spun her around against the desk. Her hands desperately reached out to grab at the fake wood. "Tsk. Punishment...? Thirty licks?"
"God, yes," she begged as he knelt between her legs, pushing her schoolgirl skirt out of his way, lowering her knickers, tongue sliding in.
Tardismate - Priest!D - vestry
Something in him snapped when Rose bit her lip and slid her hand down his arse in front of the entire church. Well, in back of, but, there were stragglers.
And he liked it.
Threading their hands, he marched up the aisle, made a right at the first doorway, then again at the next. She grinned at him when he pressed her against the door of the vestry, kissing her hard. Her flouncy skirt didn't stop him from--
A man cleared his throat and the Doctor froze. Turning from Rose, he glanced over his shoulder.
"Tea?" his fellow 'priest' enquired.
Tardismate - Priest!D - confession
Groaning deeply as Rose's mouth closed around his cock, the Doctor resisted the urge to thrust, but needed more.
The heel of her hand rubbed his balls and a small sound escaped him. She reduced him to this each time, but usually while they were alone. Hips moving despite his control on them, he rolled his head to the side as a click sounded in the confessional beside him.
"Oh, god," he groaned.
His body rose up, going taut, cock spasming. Eyes drinking in Rose's greedy mouth, he held her head to him as his body sank to the bench.
Tardismate - Priest!D - stained-glass window
Hands fisting in the grass, Rose arched her back, inner muscles clenching fiercely on the Doctor as he slammed into her one last time. Her orgasm receded like the sound of the babbling brook down the way, heard through the blood roaring in her ears.
Late afternoon sunlight stretched their shadows behind them, drawing a multi-colored glow from the windows of the church before them just inches from her fingers.
"Can't believe the TARDIS has a church," she panted, collapsing to the grass, the Doctor settling comfortably over her.
"Not a... church," he breathed heavily, "just like the stained glass."
Tardismate - Priest!D - pray
"Oh, god, please," Rose groaned, back arching as the Doctor thrust up into her. The light from the moon slid across her stomach and breasts as she rolled forward, arm braced on his thigh behind her.
"What d'you want, Rose?" the Doctor gritted out, fingers digging into her hips as she clenched hard on him. A hiss left his lips, immediately drawn back in again when she dug her nails deeper.
Eyes falling on his, she reached out, grabbing his white collar, pulling him closer. "Wanna come," she moaned, kissing his breath from him.
"You have my permission," he smirked.
Tardismate - Priest!D - angel
Nails digging into the wood of the railing, Rose focused her eyes on the angel statue suspended above the altar, eyes tracing the marble lines as the Doctor traced her arse with his fingers. The congregation sat in pews below, unaware. Mouth near her ear, he whispered filthy things.
The angel's eyes watched.
Cock deep inside her, his fingers rubbed her clit as she moved against him. "...take you so hard..."
Licking her lips, she clenched the wood tighter, coming as he stroked harder, rubbed faster. The edge of his white collar brushing against her cheek sent shivers through her.
Tardismate - Priest!D - Christmas
A Christmas tree glittered behind them, multi-colored lights playing over the walls of the small cabin. The Doctor watched the black shadow of their two bodies moving against one another. They strained and arched and gasped before the crackling fireplace.
Hands scratching down his back, Rose forced his attention back on her.
He rolled his hips forward, stroking deeper inside her, and she huffed out a breath, clutching tighter to his black frock. Cradling the back of her head, he rested his forehead against hers. "I Love you."
Whimpers escaped her lips, breath ghosting over his face. "Love you too."
Tardismate - Priest!D - halo
"Halo," Rose snickered, biting at the Doctor's nipple, then flicking it with her tongue.
Gasping and arching into her touch, he grinned, waggling his fingers. "Hello."
Bursting out laughing, she rested her head on his chest, hand smoothing down his black frock, open at the collar and hanging free. "Not hello," she giggled, pressing a kiss to his mouth. "Halo." Fingers threading through his hair, she nipped his bottom lip. "You should wear one."
Rolling his eyes, he reached back to unhook the white collar from his neck, but she stopped him, dark gleam in her eyes. "Leave it on."
Author: sinecure - My master fic list
Character/Pairing: Priest!Ten/Rose (yes, all of them, apparently he's popular)
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut, romance, humor, smut, drabble, smut
Summary: Priest!D/Rose smut.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: To momdaegmorgan for helping to pare some of them down, and even pump a few up. And for all the folks who have been bidding on me, I am so sincerely flattered... keep it coming! 20 hours left!
Okay, I'm writing single/double drabbles for the bidders buying me at the auction, and here are the 9 I've done so far.
Jlrpuck - Priest!D - candles/candlelight
There was the surprise and naughtiness of it all the first time, along with the frock and the collar.
Perhaps the second time was the thrill of the setting--a church in the countryside of old England--and she'd been swept away. That's what he'd thought.
But now, with Rose's hair, shining in the candlelight, slipping over her shoulder as she grinned at him, tongue slipping out, to taunt, to taste, to tease, he knew it wasn't thrills, surprises, or the chance of getting caught. Nothing that simple. No. It was him.
She loved him... and he wore the collar well.
Catyuy - Priest!Ten - desk, seductive
Pressing close to Rose, the Doctor smirked when she sucked in a breath and braced herself against the desk in front of her. His black frock contrasted sharply with her white shirt, unbuttoned nearly to her belly button. The teasing, taunting looks she'd been giving him in the classroom flashed behind his closed lids as he rocked his hips against her arse.
A moan slipped past her lips, then rose to a whimper when he slid his hand under her plaid skirt and pressed his fingers against her knickers, rubbing the damp cotton.
She spread her legs further and pushed back against him for leverage, arse cradling his throbbing cock.
Breath leaving him in a rush, he rubbed harder, inhaling the scent of her hair, spreading her open with his fingers.
"Fuck," she gasped, head falling back on his shoulder.
Lips and teeth nibbling at her neck, he whispered, "Blasphemy, Miss Tyler?" Releasing her, he spun her around against the desk. Her hands desperately reached out to grab at the fake wood. "Tsk. Punishment...? Thirty licks?"
"God, yes," she begged as he knelt between her legs, pushing her schoolgirl skirt out of his way, lowering her knickers, tongue sliding in.
Tardismate - Priest!D - vestry
Something in him snapped when Rose bit her lip and slid her hand down his arse in front of the entire church. Well, in back of, but, there were stragglers.
And he liked it.
Threading their hands, he marched up the aisle, made a right at the first doorway, then again at the next. She grinned at him when he pressed her against the door of the vestry, kissing her hard. Her flouncy skirt didn't stop him from--
A man cleared his throat and the Doctor froze. Turning from Rose, he glanced over his shoulder.
"Tea?" his fellow 'priest' enquired.
Tardismate - Priest!D - confession
Groaning deeply as Rose's mouth closed around his cock, the Doctor resisted the urge to thrust, but needed more.
The heel of her hand rubbed his balls and a small sound escaped him. She reduced him to this each time, but usually while they were alone. Hips moving despite his control on them, he rolled his head to the side as a click sounded in the confessional beside him.
"Oh, god," he groaned.
His body rose up, going taut, cock spasming. Eyes drinking in Rose's greedy mouth, he held her head to him as his body sank to the bench.
Tardismate - Priest!D - stained-glass window
Hands fisting in the grass, Rose arched her back, inner muscles clenching fiercely on the Doctor as he slammed into her one last time. Her orgasm receded like the sound of the babbling brook down the way, heard through the blood roaring in her ears.
Late afternoon sunlight stretched their shadows behind them, drawing a multi-colored glow from the windows of the church before them just inches from her fingers.
"Can't believe the TARDIS has a church," she panted, collapsing to the grass, the Doctor settling comfortably over her.
"Not a... church," he breathed heavily, "just like the stained glass."
Tardismate - Priest!D - pray
"Oh, god, please," Rose groaned, back arching as the Doctor thrust up into her. The light from the moon slid across her stomach and breasts as she rolled forward, arm braced on his thigh behind her.
"What d'you want, Rose?" the Doctor gritted out, fingers digging into her hips as she clenched hard on him. A hiss left his lips, immediately drawn back in again when she dug her nails deeper.
Eyes falling on his, she reached out, grabbing his white collar, pulling him closer. "Wanna come," she moaned, kissing his breath from him.
"You have my permission," he smirked.
Tardismate - Priest!D - angel
Nails digging into the wood of the railing, Rose focused her eyes on the angel statue suspended above the altar, eyes tracing the marble lines as the Doctor traced her arse with his fingers. The congregation sat in pews below, unaware. Mouth near her ear, he whispered filthy things.
The angel's eyes watched.
Cock deep inside her, his fingers rubbed her clit as she moved against him. "...take you so hard..."
Licking her lips, she clenched the wood tighter, coming as he stroked harder, rubbed faster. The edge of his white collar brushing against her cheek sent shivers through her.
Tardismate - Priest!D - Christmas
A Christmas tree glittered behind them, multi-colored lights playing over the walls of the small cabin. The Doctor watched the black shadow of their two bodies moving against one another. They strained and arched and gasped before the crackling fireplace.
Hands scratching down his back, Rose forced his attention back on her.
He rolled his hips forward, stroking deeper inside her, and she huffed out a breath, clutching tighter to his black frock. Cradling the back of her head, he rested his forehead against hers. "I Love you."
Whimpers escaped her lips, breath ghosting over his face. "Love you too."
Tardismate - Priest!D - halo
"Halo," Rose snickered, biting at the Doctor's nipple, then flicking it with her tongue.
Gasping and arching into her touch, he grinned, waggling his fingers. "Hello."
Bursting out laughing, she rested her head on his chest, hand smoothing down his black frock, open at the collar and hanging free. "Not hello," she giggled, pressing a kiss to his mouth. "Halo." Fingers threading through his hair, she nipped his bottom lip. "You should wear one."
Rolling his eyes, he reached back to unhook the white collar from his neck, but she stopped him, dark gleam in her eyes. "Leave it on."