Couples Therapy: Porn Without Plot

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Series: Couples Therapy
Series Summary: AU tales wherein Doomsday never happened, Rose is quasi-immortal and has been travelling with the Doctor for quite some time. After that long together, sometimes the need is pressing to spice things up a bit. A series of stand-alones exploring the various ways they devise to keep things fresh.

Title: Porn Without Plot
Pairing: Rose/Ten of course
Rating: ADULT sex and dirty language ahoy
Length : Over 5000 words of cracky porn. Make yourselves comfortable.
Story Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. Rose explains to the Doctor all about how women like their porn, and encourages audience participation. For fans of dirty-talking!Ten, you might want to get yourselves a change of knickers now, just in case.

A/N: Written for wiggiemomsi , who won my services in the Support Stacie Author Auction.

"I asked you to come help make tea a half an hour ago."

Rose pushed the door to the Doctor's study open and tried not to sound like too much of a nag, even though she was, in fact, fairly annoyed and felt like nagging. For someone with such a fine sense of time and space, he really was the undisputed master of the "In a minute!" approach to shirking responsibility.

As she entered, the Doctor's head popped up from over the back of the sofa, his eyebrows elevated in to two perfect little triangles, eyes wide with surprise.

"Oh! Well I, you see, I've just been, I must have..." he stammered, and it was more unconvincing than his usual attempts at making excuses, if that was even possible.

"Good book?"

"Book?" He looked like a deer in headlights as she walked around the sofa. "Yes, right...just something I found behind some very interesting technical specs for the...ah, well, that's not really important, is it?" He cleared his throat. "Tea you say?"

There was indeed a rather large book laying open and face-down in his lap. The cover was nondescript, bound in dark leather, with no title on the spine. Rose plopped down heavily in to an easy chair and stuck her feet on the coffee table, which she knew he hated. On this occasion, however, he didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't say anything.

"Well, never mind now, I've had a snack. You're on your own."

His face sank in to a look of relief and he smiled brightly. "No problem at all, I'm not hungry really. Sorry for all that. I guess I'll see you for supper then. Have you visited the garden lately? It's lovely."

Rose squinted one eye at him and pursed her lips. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"What? Me? No, I just figured..." His eyes darted around the room furtively.

"You just figured...."

"That you had something to do?" he ventured, then paused to read her face. "No?"

She settled deeper in to the chair, pulling the neck of her sweatshirt up over her chin. "No, not really."

"Oh." He could not possibly have looked more disappointed if he tried.  Rose noted his obvious nonplussed-ness, and the urge to annoy him further was so strong it was like a taste in her mouth.

"But carry on then, by all means," she drawled, gesturing to his book.

"What, this? I was just putting it away. Best to get back to those specs you know. Lots to do. Lots of boring, tedious, completely not-fun-to-watch technical stuff."

"Well, you can just give that here then." She held out her hand for the book, but he didn't make any kind of move to close it and hand it over. One edge of her mouth started twitching upwards against her own will and she could barely get the words out without breaking in to belly laughs. "Doctor, is that porn?"

His look of shock and disbelief was perhaps the fakest feigned look she'd ever seen cross his face. Even faker than when he said that he was all right but really wasn't. Much faker than when he tried to claim that he really didn't look at himself in every single reflective surface he walked past.

"What? Is this...what?"

Rose jumped out of her chair and made a lunge for the book, squealing with delight, having finally caught him out after all the long decades of waiting for just this opportunity. "It is! You're looking at porn!"

He closed the book with a snap and clutched it to his chest, dodging Rose's grabbing hands. "I just found it, I swear! Jack must have left it last time he was on board."

Rose could not stop laughing for a good long time and had to sit back down in her chair to compose herself. "Oh, Jack was it? I see," she said, catching her breath.

"And I've had other male companions, you know!" he said defensively, his bottom lip beginning to creep in to a pout. "And female as well. Any of them could have left it."

"I bet I could narrow that down for you."

The Doctor snapped out of defence mode and gave her a curious look. "What's that?"

"Male or female. We tend to like different sorts of porn. As a broad generalisation."

He just stared at her blankly.

"Are you surprised that I know about porn, or is it the male-female thing that's making you look like a drowning fish?" She held out her hand again. "Give it here."

He hugged it closer to his chest, shooting her wary glances.

"Oh for god's sake, I'm not your mum. I don't care if you look at porn, I'm just curious." She got up and walked over to him, jimmying the book out of his hands while trying not to break in to laughter again. She took her prize back to the chair and the Doctor just shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

She opened the heavy cover and leafed through the first dozen pages slowly. She supposed she had been expecting photographs, but these were drawings mostly, and seemed quite tame to her 21st century eye. All the same, they offered simple slices of erotic moments in the lives of the women and men depicted, each page divorced from the ones before and after. Women lay all alone on sumptuous linens, the bold lines of the artist accentuating their curves, any details beyond the dark tangles at what, in this rather archaic context, should really best be referred to as the mound of Venus were mostly left to the imagination. Every few pages, a man was part of the tableaux as well, coupled with the women in various intriguing ways.

"Man," Rose declared. "And not Jack, I can assure you, unless Jack has suddenly turned in to a much more soft-focus sort of chap, which I highly doubt." She tried hard to suppress her glee at her next series of thoughts. "Is this yours, Doctor? Did you pick this up last time we were in...." She flipped to the frontispiece to look at the copyright date. "Nineteen-ten?" She paused to inspect his reaction, which mainly consisted of all the freckles on his face standing out suddenly amidst a sea of pink, and a lot of squirming. "You did! You bought porn!"

"Erotica," he mumbled.

"Porn," Rose corrected. "It's very nice though. A bit tame, especially for someone of your appetites."

He squinted at her. "Oi!"

"Oi yourself. But I'll leave you to it then, shall I?"

"You don't have to go. We could...lookatittogether," he blurted out as if he'd been waiting for at least a month to ask that.

Rose was still in possession of the book and gave it another flip through. "It's nice for you, I'm sure, but it's a little bit different for us ladies. I'll stay if you want me to though. Could be fun." She paused in her perusal of the back pages, at a picture of a woman displaying a rather ample bosom, kneeling with her legs wide apart on a divan.

"So, you like that?" She held it up so he could see what she was talking about. "Her breasts are enormous," she noted, looking down at her own much more limited chest.

"Well, that's not really the point."

"What is the point then?"

He bit his lip and studied the picture for a few moments in silence. "It's purely a physical reaction. Biological. Nothing personal, you understand."

She furrowed her brow and nibbled a little on her pinky nail. "Interesting."

"But that doesn't really do it for you?"

She took another look, and flipped forward to a page that had a man in it as well. "It's okay I guess. Gives me a bit of a tingle." She noted that his mouth fell open slightly when she said this. "But it's still just a picture."

"And you'd rather it be...."

"A story. With some more pictures, and some words. See, this bloke here, how did he get there? Did she invite him in? Is he going to ravish her, or are they already lovers? What's going on with how he's touching her there? Does she like that? Or is that just for him? Is he going to be rough? Gentle? Are they going to make love, or just fuck? Really, this just raises a lot of questions for me more than turning me on."

As she spoke, he felt the need to unbutton the top of his shirt and loosen his tie. He tried to sound as if he was remaining purely academic, however.

"I see," he mused. "That why you read those ghastly books then?"

Rose smacked her own forehead. "You moron, of course that's why anyone reads them. It's not for the plot, I promise you. I thought everyone knew that." She flipped through the book some more and found a pastoral image that seemed intriguing, then handed it back to the Doctor.

"See, here," she said, sitting at the other end of the sofa and pointing to the image. "Tell me about this scene here."

The Doctor blushed again and sucked on his bottom lip for a bit, and Rose felt that even if he wasn't going to really get graphic with the porn, that he was still being so adorable in how embarrassed he was, that might be turn-on enough to get things rolling. Under normal circumstances he was not at all shy, but something about this whole scenario seemed to have knocked him off of his equilibrium.

"Well," he began finally, "it's in the woods."

Rose nodded her encouragement. "Yes, I can see that. But who's woods where? And why are there people having sex in the woods? And especially like that."

"Maybe she lives in the woods. She lives in a cottage in the woods, with her father, I think. And see, she's come out to her favourite little spot, where she's got a swing that she's been coming to ever since she was a little girl." The Doctor moved so that he could hold the book in a way that Rose could see it as well as he spoke.

"That's good," said Rose. "Tell me more about why she likes to go to that spot and swing."

"I think her father is a widower, and she takes care of him, and it's a hard life for her. She's still young, but life is already passing her by. But she likes to come to this spot whenever she can, to remember when she was more carefree.  But she's a woman now...obviously."

Rose inspected the picture closely. "Obviously. Was she there swinging all half-naked before that bloke showed up?"

The Doctor considered Rose's question very carefully, clearly now warming up to being a pornographic narrator.

"I think she was. She likes the feel of the breeze on her skin. It's like a lover's caress, and she's really got no one to touch her like that. She's so isolated, living off in the woods. So she comes to swing and she unbuttons her top so that...." He trailed off and started to look as if he was going to clam up again.

Rose took evasive action. "So that...? Go on, don't stop right when it gets interesting!"

The Doctor swallowed hard before continuing. "Well, like I said, she likes the breeze. She unbuttons her top so that when she swings, she can feel the air move across her breasts and it's like the wind is making love to her."

Rose was beside herself with glee at having made the Doctor actually talk like this. He was no slouch when it came to the bedroom language, and quite frankly on more than one occasion she had wished that he'd just shut up and get on with it, but this was different. Removed from the context of their own lovemaking, talking about these other characters, she sensed the potential for a whole new experience to be had. And in a relationship as long as theirs had been, such an opportunity was not to be passed idly by.

"That's lovely, Doctor. So there she is, just having a private moment, swinging in her special place, enjoying the feel of the breeze. And now what about this bloke? How did he get there?"

The Doctor rubbed his chin and considered carefully. "He was out hunting. He's taking a path through the woods back home that he's never taken before. He sees her, all alone there in the clearing, swinging on her swing. She was singing to herself and he's enchanted by her voice."

Rose cocked an eyebrow up. "Just enchanted by her voice? Seems to me there's a quite a bit more to be enchanted by there."

"Quite. But he hears her before he sees her. He's older than she, by quite a bit. She reminds him of being a youth. She stirs something in him that he thought was gone for good."

Rose licked her lips and inched closer to the Doctor of the sofa, snuggling in to his chest. "She's very beautiful," she observed.

"She is. He sees her and he feels like she must be a fairy or a mirage. He watches her, swinging there, and she thinks she's alone when she opens her top more, and she really throws her head back to feel the cool air on her."

Rose began to feel a bit warm herself, and undid the zip of her jumper a few inches. "And then what?"

"So, he finally can't hide any more, he feels like he has to have her." He looked away from the book and down to Rose, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. "Like sometimes when I look at you, you think you're just innocently going about your daily business, but I'm standing around somewhere scheming about how I can have you as soon as possible."

"Oh, you've blown your cover now. That's very hot though, and you can tell me all about it later. You're just getting to what we ladies refer to as 'the good part.' That's a technical term, by the way."

"Well, I guess he comes out of the brush, and she's all taken-aback and tries to cover up, but he's so determined, he strides right over to her in just a few steps and right where she's still there on the swing, he is kissing her, and she doesn't know what to do but kiss him back, so she does."

"What are his kisses like? Is he being very rough with her?"

The Doctor touched the picture with his index finger, as if trying to feel some sort of vibrations through the paper that would channel to him the rest of the story. As he spoke, he didn't look at her, and began to close his eyes.

"Yes, very rough. He can't help himself. He's like a starving man, and he is kissing her to keep from dying. He holds her there right where she is on the swing, and he can feel how her breasts are pressed up against his chest--"

"Tell me about how that feels," Rose said, and it came out as a hoarse whisper, which surprised her.

"She's still so young, her breasts are so round and perfect, and her nipples are hard from the cool air. He feels the impression of them as he is kissing her, and he loves how soft women are, and the difference between how rough and hard he is and how supple and pliable she is."

Rose began to get the feeling that the Doctor was talking about a bit more than just the scene in the book, and it sent a very small electric charge ricocheting around her body. She wanted him to continue, but didn't know how to ask without betraying how she was feeling, and she didn't feel like it was time yet for him to know. It's a delicate game, these little encounters after so many long years of being intimate.

"How do you think that feels to her?" he asked at length, opening his eyes again and looking down to where he could see both Rose snuggled against his chest, and the book open in his lap. "I don't really have those bits, it's sort of hard for me to say."

Rose sat up a little out of her slouch and inspected the book, surprised that the Doctor seemed interested in making her challenge in to a bit more of a contest. She plumbed the depths of her memories of all of those godawful romances she liked to read every now and then, to try and remember any descriptions that might steer them in to slightly naughtier waters. The opportunities presented by what she had begun lay shining like a city on a hill in the distance--she just had to find the right road to get there.

"Well, naturally she'd be surprised, and scared. But her body betrays her. Her mind tells her how wrong what he's doing is, and that she doesn't know him, that he's older and that he could overpower her and she should be terrified and run away. But she doesn't. He's so much better than the wind. Her body starts to respond to him immediately." Rose stole a furtive glance away from the book to see that the Doctor's lips had parted slightly and that his tongue was working languidly at the corners. "She's never been kissed like that before, and when she opens her mouth to him and feels his tongue against hers, all hot and tasting like pipe smoke and saltiness, she presses her body against his and wraps her legs around him and she feels herself opening for him, against the rough wood of the swing."

She heard the Doctor make a moaning sound that was perhaps just meant to be a casual, "Oh yes?" but came out instead as just a ragged nonsense word. The urge to toss the ball back in to his court at this moment was irresistible, if for nothing else than sheer comic value.

"Yes. He can tell that she really wants him, though she doesn't know what all that entails. She's just doing what her body urges her to. But he's experienced. He knows all the ways to give them both pleasure. What do you think, Doctor? How does he take her? He's got her there on the swing, we can see that, but is that what he does first, or does that come later?"

"I...well...." He cleared his throat and took a moment to compose himself.

Rose moved the book off of his lap to prop it up at the end of the sofa. When she did so, he gave a relieved sigh and she was finally able to apprise how seriously this little experiment had gotten him at loose ends.

"Go on. What happens next?"

"He's going to take her right there on the swing I think. He can't wait. She tastes so sweet, and...." He trailed off as he noticed that Rose was beginning to loosen his tie further and unbutton his shirt slowly.

"Don't let me distract you," she urged. "Please continue."

"He parts her legs and moves that little scrap of dress she's wearing out of the way. That's when he catches her scent, and it's like...." He paused to reach for an analogy, and the functioning of his brain was not helped by the fact that Rose was now pulling his tie over his head and pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. "It's like that pure tang you get from a mountain stream with all the minerals in the water. "

Rose had to hand it to him for that one--definitely purple prose to rival most of her books, and the effect on her was much the same.

"He's got all his kit off in the picture though. When does that happen?"

"Does he?" the Doctor asked, his voice breaking. "I hadn't noticed."

"Oh I think you noticed," purred Rose. "I think you like that he's built a bit like you and he's got that same nice high arse. I know how you are; you'd fuck yourself if you could. You'd have no need for me around at all any more!"

"Oi, I'm trying to work here!" he pouted, and he went to grab her wrists, but she was too quick. She jumped off the sofa and ran around the back of it so that he had to tilt his head all the way back to see her.

"Well go on then," she teased as she ran her fingers lightly through his hair, stopping to make sure that she brushed the tops of his ears with her thumbnails, just how he liked. "You tell me how he gets his kit off and then we'll get to the really good bits."

He moved forward and Rose had a moment where she thought he was going to end the game completely and go off for a sulk instead. She had just enough time to regret teasing him for his vanity before she realised that he was actually turning and stepping over the back of the sofa himself.

"Well, it's sort of like this," he said, as he removed his shirt completely and began to unzip his trousers. "There's really not a lot to male clothing, is there? There's not much to tell."

Rose sat up on the back of the sofa and watched as he efficiently stripped down. It had literally been about a hundred years since either of them had felt a shred of inhibition about going starkers around one another, and clothes had come to be seen mostly as just a hindrance to be disposed of as quickly as possible.

"I'm thinking that she'd be a bit shocked to finally see a naked man. Erections are a bit intimidating the first time you see one," Rose noted, pointing to the example before her now.

"Really?"  The Doctor moved closer to her, reaching out to unzip her top further and run his hands up under the short skirt she was wearing.

"Well, all our stuff's on the inside, and we can go about fully aroused and no one would ever know. But an erection, it's just so brazen, you lot just go walking around all announcing everything to the entire world. But the first time for us, you do kind of wonder, does that really go where I think it goes? There is a moment where you kind of ponder the geometry of it all."

"For some more than others," he said cheekily and winked.

"You're so full of yourself." She caught the look on his face. "No, stop there. If you make that stupid pun one more time I swear I'm going to deny you all pleasures of the flesh for the rest of our very long lives."

He pouted, and it was irresistible how his lower lip stuck out so tantalisingly, just begging to be nibbled on, so she did, wrapping her arms around him and deepening her kiss until she could feel his heart beats speed up markedly.

"So is she pondering the, ah, geometry?" the Doctor said in a low voice against her neck as he slid her bra straps off of her shoulders.

"How could she not?" Rose looked over her shoulder to where the book still lay open on the cushions of the sofa. "Look at him. That's nothing to scoff at, that is. But you know, that only lasts a moment before her desire for him takes over again and she's ready to let him just do whatever he wants."

"And he wants to just take her while she's on the swing. There's something about it that highlights her youth, and that just makes him harder." He punctuated his words by removing Rose's bra completely and moving her skirt up over her legs. "And when he goes to her, she's not wearing any knickers," he growled as he removed Rose's own underthings roughly. "And he wonders why that is, and that maybe she's not as innocent as she looks."

Rose gasped at the tone of his voice, which was suddenly low and rough, even a little coarse, like she had imagined the hunter in the woods would have. The notion that she was perhaps about to get a bit more than she bargained for crossed her mind but was then pushed out again by the feel of the Doctor's hand coming between her legs and spreading them. Rose became conscious that she herself had been channelling a bit of the maiden in how little she'd been actively participating in the foreplay.

"She wants him, but she doesn't know what to do," Rose suggested, her precarious balance on the back of the sofa completely at the mercy of the Doctor holding her there. He ducked his head down and ran his tongue around each of her nipples, enjoying the unusual angle afforded by her perch, and the sight of a pink blush moving across her chest and up her neck.

"That's okay, he likes being in control, it's like the feeling of power he gets when he hunts." The Doctor moved his hands to her hips and pulled her slightly forward, still holding her down, but she had to move her hands to grip the back of the sofa to keep her balance all the same.

"Be gentle, it's her first time," Rose gasped as she felt him about to enter her.

He tightened his grip on her hips. "I'm not sure I can. I mean, he can. He can feel how hot and wet she is now."

He teased her with just an inch for a moment, but the way his hands were like a vice grip at her hips betrayed what he really wanted to do. "Oh god," she cried, "just...now." She wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs and urged him to completely bury himself in her.

He was able to wait only a second longer before giving in and simultaneously pulling her to him and thrusting up in to her hard. It had been quite some time indeed since they'd experimented with any new positions, mainly sticking to some old favourites, and the angles created by her sitting on the back of the sofa were at once awkward and intoxicating. Neither of them could really move too quickly or rush towards release the way the both so wanted. It was a delicate business, and there wasn't much more talk as they concentrated on finding a balance and a rhythm that wasn't too jarring or too fast.

The Doctor moved his hands up under her rear and reflexively squeezed with every slow plunge in. He had thrown his head back, giving Rose a view of the long sinewy neck that she longed to nip and suck at but which remained completely out of reach. She began to lick her lips just for something to do with her tongue, but the Doctor's eyes were closed now and he didn't notice.

The constricting, coiling tightness in the pit of her stomach turned in to a palpable ache and then a glorious pain that made hot tears spring in to the corner of her eyes. The power of speech was lost to her and there was no way to tell him that she danced on the edge of a precipice, now about to tumble over, now pulled back and looking over to see what she wanted so badly. He continued his long, slow movements so that she could feel every single contour of his cock in her, and the sudden vivid thought of the hunter in the woods ravishing the girl on the swing in this way was enough to finally send her to a crashing climax, her cry loud and uninhibited, a slick heat pooling under her thighs.

The Doctor groaned when she came and tried to speed up but just couldn't get the leverage to do so. When he felt her riding the last of the waves of her orgasm, he pulled out completely, eliciting a little "Oh!" of surprise from her as her eyelids fluttered open again to see what was wrong. The look on his face was shocking, it had been such a long time since she'd seen an expression so redolent of base lust that it bordered on the frightening.

He removed his hands from under her rear and instead gripped her shoulders, pulling her forward off the sofa and coaxing her not entirely gently into turning around to face the other way. She got the hint, and this at least was one benefit of a long relationship. Sometimes making requests just breaks the mood, and this was a mood she certainly was not keen on breaking. Even after her own climax, the manner in which he was handling her now, the way he was looking at her, she remained more than willing to continue.

She placed her hands on the edge of the sofa and looked over her shoulder to see him already getting ready to enter her again--no preamble necessary. When he closed his hands around her hips and pulled her up and back, the new angle did hurt a little and she cried out.

"Sorry," he panted, and he stroked the small of her back with one hand until he felt her relax again. He made an effort to be more gentle but now that he was in a position to move quickly and to plunge in to her so much more deeply, the urge to do so was overwhelming and he just hoped she'd let him know again if he was being too rough. After such build up, he was in no way trying to prolong things. This was now entirely about him doing what he wanted and needed to, no other thoughts or considerations.

Looking over her shoulder, Rose saw his lips curl in concentration, the muscles of his jaw clenched tight, his eyes fixed on the spot where they were joined. She stood a little on her tip toes and made encouraging noises for his benefit, enjoying his show of lust immensely. His movements began to unravel and become erratic, and she could see his calf muscles clearly straining as he jerked against her a final time, sighing her name like he always did when he finished.

In deference to her compromised position, and also in no small part because of his own extreme fatigue, he immediately left her and tumbled over the back of the sofa, where he lay sweaty and panting. He pushed the book off with a foot and it landed heavily on the floor. "That was...."

Rose took the more conventional route, around the sofa rather than over, and climbed over him to lay in the crook of his arm. "That's the power of porn, Doctor."