Fic: idleness of summer
Title: idleness of summer
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Smut
Word Count: 1,238
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: The best days are the ones in which there's nothing to do except enjoy the company of one another.
A/N: For Challenge 28 at then_theres_us :D
The sky above is bright blue and cloudless as Rose and the Doctor stumble off of the roller coaster, laughing as they make their way back down to the boardwalk.
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright as she leans against the railing, running a hand through her windswept hair.
"Did you have fun?" the Doctor asks, stepping close to her and placing his hands on her hips, his fingers slipping under her shirt and stroking the skin just above the waist of her shorts.
"Oh, yeah, I love near death experiences on rickety wooden roller coasters," she replies, grinning cheekily at him. He smirks and kisses her lips before they start down the boardwalk, hands clasped loosely between them.
His hand tightens around hers when he notices an ice cream stand and she laughs as he drags her over. They order milkshakes, banana for him and strawberry for her, and he's delighted by the colored sugar sprinkled on top of the whipped cream (red on his, blue on hers). They continue down the boardwalk, sipping indiscriminately from each other's cups and when he kisses her again she tastes cool and sweetly fruity.
Clouds begin to dot the sky as the day continues on. The Doctor and Rose ride as many rides as they can, from bumper cars to the electric swings, and by late afternoon the cloud cover is almost total and the temperature has slowly begun to drop.
The Ferris wheel is their last ride of the day and Rose giggles when the attendant seats them in a blue car with blinking white lights along the front. The ride starts and Rose scoots close to the Doctor, leaning her head on his shoulder as they begin their slow ascent, his arm circling around her waist, one hand resting on her hip.
He turns toward her slightly and runs his other hand lightly along her bare thigh, smiling at the goose bumps that rise under his touch. He gently takes her leg in his hands, draping it over his lap, and she gasps a little as his fingers drift down to the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitches as his fingers touch the hem of her shorts and then dip beneath, brushing the edge of her knickers. Her mouth drops open and he turns more, covering her mouth with his as he pushes her knickers aside, sliding two fingers easily inside.
She gasps into his mouth, her hand gripping his shoulder as their car stops at the top of the wheel, swinging slightly.
He kisses her chest as his fingers work below, the hand on her hip tight as he holds her in place, using his thumb to lightly stroke her clit. She whimpers as the hand on his shoulder tightens and he feels her breath on his ear, warm and light.
She whispers his name, her tone almost pleading as her hips rise to meet his hand, and he grins as he kisses her, his thumb rising again, brushing against her again with a touch like a whisper, teasing her, knowing she's almost there.
He watches her face, watches her mouth fall open as he slides his fingers in deeper; her lips are fuller than usual and bright red and his desire to kiss them is great, but his desire to watch her come is greater. His eyes rove greedily over her face, watches her brow crinkle when she frowns, watches her eyelashes flutter as her eyes drift shut and when she cries out, a high, breathy sound her hand grips his shoulder like a vise and her head falls back. He leans forward to kiss the space between her breasts, wanting to feel the beat of her pulse, to hear the whoosh of blood racing through her veins.
He waits until she relaxes before withdrawing his fingers. They glisten wetly in the flashing lights of the Ferris wheel and as she watches he raises his hand to his lips, running his tongue over the first and middle digits before sticking his thumb in his mouth. Of everything he's tasted in his entire 900-plus years of living, he's come across nothing that tastes better than she does, though this isn't something one readily admits in the presence of others.
It is, however, something he's told her before and her lips curve upward as he leans forward to kiss her; he's always wondered how it feels for her to taste herself on his tongue, but he's never asked and she's never said and he supposes all that really matters is that she doesn't seem to dislike it.
The ride starts up again with a jolt and they shift into a more innocent position as they move closer to the ground.
She blushes a bit as the attendant comes to raise the bar and he looks at them strangely as the Doctor grabs her hand and they dash away from the ride and back to the boardwalk.
The sky is considerably darker now and the wind off the ocean is fierce, whipping Rose's hair around her face as she pulls herself up to sit on the railing. She shivers a bit and he pulls off his overcoat, placing it around her lightly sunburned shoulders. She slips her arms through the sleeves and then reaches for the front of his suit jacket, pulling him to her. She spreads her legs to accommodate his closeness and he grins down at her, touching his lips to hers as his hands caress the smooth skin of her thighs. He slides his hands under her thighs and to the backs of her knees, lifting up her legs and hooking them around his hips.
There's a low rumble of thunder and they both glance up at the heavy gray clouds.
"I think it may rain," the Doctor murmurs, turning his attention back to Rose, kissing her temple and inhaling the scent of her shampoo.
She nods and slips her arms under his jacket, using her hands and legs to pull him even closer. She presses her lips to the hollow at the base of his neck and again to his Adam's apple, tracing the line of his jaw up to his ear.
Lightning strikes over the water in the distance, a jagged streak of white light against the turbulent waves, and the resulting roll of thunder is enormous, shaking the ground slightly and resonating deep within them.
Even as the rain begins to fall he can sense that Rose is reluctant to leave, can feel it in the way she holds tightly to his middle and the way she lays her head on his chest. He shares her reluctance, knowing that while he enjoys the life they have, racing around the universe and discovering new civilizations and saving whole planets, he relishes these days where he and Rose can just be together without that pressing need to save the world hanging over their heads.
He murmurs against the top of her head that they should head back to the TARDIS and she nods her agreement. He starts to step back but she holds him in place, pulling him down for one more kiss. She whispers three words against his lips and though he doesn't say them back, he thinks she knows, and when they get back to the ship and tumble into her bed, he tries his best to show her.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Smut
Word Count: 1,238
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: The best days are the ones in which there's nothing to do except enjoy the company of one another.
A/N: For Challenge 28 at then_theres_us :D
The sky above is bright blue and cloudless as Rose and the Doctor stumble off of the roller coaster, laughing as they make their way back down to the boardwalk.
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright as she leans against the railing, running a hand through her windswept hair.
"Did you have fun?" the Doctor asks, stepping close to her and placing his hands on her hips, his fingers slipping under her shirt and stroking the skin just above the waist of her shorts.
"Oh, yeah, I love near death experiences on rickety wooden roller coasters," she replies, grinning cheekily at him. He smirks and kisses her lips before they start down the boardwalk, hands clasped loosely between them.
His hand tightens around hers when he notices an ice cream stand and she laughs as he drags her over. They order milkshakes, banana for him and strawberry for her, and he's delighted by the colored sugar sprinkled on top of the whipped cream (red on his, blue on hers). They continue down the boardwalk, sipping indiscriminately from each other's cups and when he kisses her again she tastes cool and sweetly fruity.
Clouds begin to dot the sky as the day continues on. The Doctor and Rose ride as many rides as they can, from bumper cars to the electric swings, and by late afternoon the cloud cover is almost total and the temperature has slowly begun to drop.
The Ferris wheel is their last ride of the day and Rose giggles when the attendant seats them in a blue car with blinking white lights along the front. The ride starts and Rose scoots close to the Doctor, leaning her head on his shoulder as they begin their slow ascent, his arm circling around her waist, one hand resting on her hip.
He turns toward her slightly and runs his other hand lightly along her bare thigh, smiling at the goose bumps that rise under his touch. He gently takes her leg in his hands, draping it over his lap, and she gasps a little as his fingers drift down to the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitches as his fingers touch the hem of her shorts and then dip beneath, brushing the edge of her knickers. Her mouth drops open and he turns more, covering her mouth with his as he pushes her knickers aside, sliding two fingers easily inside.
She gasps into his mouth, her hand gripping his shoulder as their car stops at the top of the wheel, swinging slightly.
He kisses her chest as his fingers work below, the hand on her hip tight as he holds her in place, using his thumb to lightly stroke her clit. She whimpers as the hand on his shoulder tightens and he feels her breath on his ear, warm and light.
She whispers his name, her tone almost pleading as her hips rise to meet his hand, and he grins as he kisses her, his thumb rising again, brushing against her again with a touch like a whisper, teasing her, knowing she's almost there.
He watches her face, watches her mouth fall open as he slides his fingers in deeper; her lips are fuller than usual and bright red and his desire to kiss them is great, but his desire to watch her come is greater. His eyes rove greedily over her face, watches her brow crinkle when she frowns, watches her eyelashes flutter as her eyes drift shut and when she cries out, a high, breathy sound her hand grips his shoulder like a vise and her head falls back. He leans forward to kiss the space between her breasts, wanting to feel the beat of her pulse, to hear the whoosh of blood racing through her veins.
He waits until she relaxes before withdrawing his fingers. They glisten wetly in the flashing lights of the Ferris wheel and as she watches he raises his hand to his lips, running his tongue over the first and middle digits before sticking his thumb in his mouth. Of everything he's tasted in his entire 900-plus years of living, he's come across nothing that tastes better than she does, though this isn't something one readily admits in the presence of others.
It is, however, something he's told her before and her lips curve upward as he leans forward to kiss her; he's always wondered how it feels for her to taste herself on his tongue, but he's never asked and she's never said and he supposes all that really matters is that she doesn't seem to dislike it.
The ride starts up again with a jolt and they shift into a more innocent position as they move closer to the ground.
She blushes a bit as the attendant comes to raise the bar and he looks at them strangely as the Doctor grabs her hand and they dash away from the ride and back to the boardwalk.
The sky is considerably darker now and the wind off the ocean is fierce, whipping Rose's hair around her face as she pulls herself up to sit on the railing. She shivers a bit and he pulls off his overcoat, placing it around her lightly sunburned shoulders. She slips her arms through the sleeves and then reaches for the front of his suit jacket, pulling him to her. She spreads her legs to accommodate his closeness and he grins down at her, touching his lips to hers as his hands caress the smooth skin of her thighs. He slides his hands under her thighs and to the backs of her knees, lifting up her legs and hooking them around his hips.
There's a low rumble of thunder and they both glance up at the heavy gray clouds.
"I think it may rain," the Doctor murmurs, turning his attention back to Rose, kissing her temple and inhaling the scent of her shampoo.
She nods and slips her arms under his jacket, using her hands and legs to pull him even closer. She presses her lips to the hollow at the base of his neck and again to his Adam's apple, tracing the line of his jaw up to his ear.
Lightning strikes over the water in the distance, a jagged streak of white light against the turbulent waves, and the resulting roll of thunder is enormous, shaking the ground slightly and resonating deep within them.
Even as the rain begins to fall he can sense that Rose is reluctant to leave, can feel it in the way she holds tightly to his middle and the way she lays her head on his chest. He shares her reluctance, knowing that while he enjoys the life they have, racing around the universe and discovering new civilizations and saving whole planets, he relishes these days where he and Rose can just be together without that pressing need to save the world hanging over their heads.
He murmurs against the top of her head that they should head back to the TARDIS and she nods her agreement. He starts to step back but she holds him in place, pulling him down for one more kiss. She whispers three words against his lips and though he doesn't say them back, he thinks she knows, and when they get back to the ship and tumble into her bed, he tries his best to show her.