Do You Remember the First Time? (1/1)
TITLE: Do You Remember the First Time?
PAIRING: Ten/Rose
RATING: NC-17, Mature, Adult, Etc....
SPOILERS: Do you know who Rose and the Tenth Doctor are? Then you're all set!
SUMMARY: Rose gets to do something most women can only dream of.
DISCLAIMER: Insert humorous note about how I don't own the characters nor make any money off them right here.
BETA: Read and approved as "hot" by jaradel , but any mistakes and all filthiness are my own.
A/N: Written for aibhinn 's Just For Fun Ficathon. My prompt was "Public". This is good ole PWP.
"Doctor, somehow I don't think this is London circa 6002." Rose peered out of the TARDIS doors and, though it was nighttime, the ambient light of the city made it fairly obvious that they were in the play park opposite the Powell Estates at a time much more familiar to her than the sixtieth century.
The Doctor poked his head over her shoulder and made a face. "No, decidedly not," he said, and went back over to the console to twiddle with some knobs.
Rose remained at the open doors, hands on hips, some mockery of his piloting on her lips when she heard a very familiar voice.
"Shit!" she hissed and flung herself back against the doors, slamming them.
The Doctor peered over his glasses, both eyebrows raised. "Rose, language."
"It's me!" she squealed and ran back up the ramp, arms flailing ever so slightly.
"Well, I guess that narrows down when we are considerably."
She moved over to stand by him at the console and stare at the view screen. "July 13, 2002," she moaned. "About half ten."
"Why Rose Tyler, hidden talents!" He squinted at her. "How did you know that?"
She sat back on the jump seat and turned a rather alarming shade of scarlet. "You never forget your first time. As much as you might like to."
He sat down next to her and put his feet up on the edge of the console. "Your first time what?"
She sighed and raised her hand to her forehead, covering her eyes. "You know...with a boy?"
"Your first time what with a boy? Oh." He took his feet off the console and leaned forward, raising an eyebrow at the view screen. "Oh!"
Rose wanted to melt in to the floor. "Can we leave now?" she pleaded.
He pointed to the screen. "Hey, look at you! And who's that with you there?"
"That's, you know..." she trailed off and mumbled the rest in to her hand. "Jimmy Stone."
Across their vision gamboled her 16 year old self, one arm around the waist of a rather large oafish bloke with long shaggy hair, and the other hand clutching a bottle of some sort, from which she took regular belts. The pair wove about a little as they walked, eventually making it to a somewhat hidden spot under a complicated jungle-gym, where they collapsed on to the ground. The TARDIS was situated so as to have a mostly unobstructed view. Of course.
"Oh, Doctor, can we not?" she groaned. "Please? This is not a fond memory for me." She brought her knees up to her chest and peeked hesitantly at the screen through her fingers.
He studied the image with great concentration. "You mean to say, you two...right there, in the play park? In public?"
Rose couldn't decide if he looked shocked or intrigued. She made the sound that is commonly transcribed as ugh, and tried to grab him by the back of the jacket to pull him away. "Yes, we did. Now can we please..."
He turned and looked over his shoulder at her. "Well, we can't leave now. You'll hear us. It'll ruin your...time." He got distracted by the sight of Jimmy Stone kissing young Rose Tyler rather roughly under the jungle-gym, both of them coming up for air every few moments to pass the bottle between them.
"Oh believe me, it could not possibly get worse than it actually was."
The Doctor now turned around and leaned against the console, blissfully obstructing Rose's view of the screen. "It wasn't good?" he asked innocently.
"No, it wasn't. Come on, it never is the first time."
"It isn't? Why not?" He took his glasses off and put them in one his inside pockets.
Rose turned that same shade of red as before and pulled the collar of her jumper up to cover her nose and mouth, hunching in to a ball. "I dunno. It just isn't. No one knows what they're doing."
The Doctor crinkled up his brow, and squinted one eye at her. "Don't you lot have books you can read about it? Some instructions? That seems like it would be the sensible thing."
Rose shrugged. "Since when have you known humans to be sensible?"
"But that chap you were with, he looks quite a bit older than you. Not that there's anything wrong with that, mind," he sniffed and straightened his tie. "He should have had some...practice."
Rose rolled her eyes and tutted. "So naive, Doctor. Just because a bloke's done it a million times before doesn't mean he knows what he's doing. And if it's your first time it's not like you know to tell him different."
The Doctor sat next to Rose again and she was able to see the view screen, where she and Jimmy were still in the initial stages of fumbling around with each other drunkenly. She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled a face.
"So what did he do that was so objectionable? You're both looking rather clumsy, I must say."
"Must you know?" she asked.
"I must." He lifted his eyebrows and flashed the smile, complete with dimple, that he knew she was unable to say no to.
"Well, for one thing he was a rubbish kisser."
"Yeah?" He put his glasses back on and bent over the screen, his nose just a few inches from it. "How so?"
"I used to call him worm-lips to my girlfriends," she confessed and wrinkled up her nose. "All like wet and slimy. Yuck."
The Doctor sat next to her again and laid his glasses on the console. "So," he said, bringing his hand up to the side of her face, "you like it better when someone kisses you like this." Rose did indeed love it when he kissed her like that, his lips soft but firm on hers, none of that shudder-inducing sliding around or slobber.
"Yes," she sighed against his cheek as he moved to her jawline and began to plant tiny little kisses there, leaving nothing but a little flutter under the skin in their wake. "Much better."
"What else?" he breathed against her temple, now exploring her hairline with his lips.
Rose struggled to concentrate, but then caught a glimpse of her younger self on the screen, squeezing her eyes shut against Jimmy's oral onslaught. "His tongue, he just sort of rammed it in."
"No finesse?" the Doctor asked, as he placed a sure hand on the back of her head and brought her lips to his. He took her lower lip gently into his mouth and nibbled it ever so slightly and Rose felt something quite familiar awaken within her, something the 16 year old Rose outside wouldn't really know about for a few years yet. She felt his tongue, just the tip of it, dart around at the edges of her lips, the corners of her mouth, and he waited for her to part her lips on her own. She sighed a little against him and he pulled her in just a bit closer, touching just the tip of her tongue with his, before slowly beginning to plunge deeper, taste her more fully. His hands danced through her hair but were never demanding, which Rose began to experience as slightly maddening, wanting him now to be more forceful. The more she pressed herself to him, the more he pulled back away from her until he sat back up against the back of the seat and looked at the screen again. All Rose was able to do for a few seconds was pant and lick her lips, savoring the taste of him there.
"You're right, Rose, and what's more, he does look a bit...handsy," said the Doctor, somehow all cool and collected still. "Look at him pawing at you! You can't have liked that. Can you?" He looked uncertainly at Rose, appraising her reaction.
"Not really," she said, still somewhat breathless.
"I mean," he continued, "he should be worshiping you...." He placed a hand on her thigh and traced a line up to her hip with a finger. "Taking pleasure in every part of you." He placed his hand palm-down on her stomach and felt the quiver there, then moved it up to brush lightly against her breast before alighting on her collar bone. "How can he enjoy how smooth your skin is, just kind of flapping around like that?" He used the back of his hand to caress the area left bare by her V-neck shirt, and she felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her camisole with a pleasurable pain. The Doctor seemed to have noticed this development as well and he used just one finger to pull the neckline of her shirt down in order to ghost his thumb over the small part of her breast left bare. She got goose flesh all down the left side of her body.
"Definitely better," she moaned, which seemed to break the Doctor out of his spell and he drew his hand back. Rose opened her eyes and gave him a desperate look. He just grinned back wolfishly.
"What else?" he demanded.
Rose searched around in her brain, trying with little luck to jump-start it in to coherence again. "I...I think one time he ripped my shirt trying to get it off me. Yeah." She nibbled a little on the tip of her thumb. "That's right! He ripped one of my favorite tops, the prick."
"That's a shame." He was already running his fingers under her shirt, exploring the area where her camisole met the waistband of her jeans, plucking lightly at the fabric here and there as if he were doing reconnaissance before a battle. Rose gripped the edges of the seat to keep from falling off, or perhaps from jumping up and dragging him unceremoniously to the nearest bedroom by his tie. He dropped his hands back to her legs and then got off the seat entirely and crouched at her feet.
"Taking the time to undress you, it's part of the anticipation. He doesn't know what he's missing." He gestured with a thumb to the screen that neither on of them was paying any more attention to, and then pulled the laces on her trainers. "It just gives me more opportunity to...." He pulled her shoes and socks off, placing them neatly to the side. "To discover new things about you, like how much you like this." He took her bare foot in his hands and began to kiss and run his tongue around her instep. She arched her back and took in a great lungful of air spontaneously. She felt his lips lift in to a smile against the inside of her ankle and he raised himself up again, standing before her so she could clearly see another important way in which the Doctor greatly differed from Jimmy Stone. She bit her lip.
"I mean, of course I want to have you, right this second," he continued. "Who wouldn't? But...." He lifted her shirt over hear head, folded it and placed it next to her shoes, "I have to respect your possessions." On the word possessions he gave her a look so redolent with hunger, she nearly jumped. He got to his knees in front of her again and grabbed the meat of both of her thighs, massaging and pressing slowly and inexorably upwards. She grasped the sides of the seat with both hands as he ran a finger down each crease where her legs met her hips and she felt his thumbs lightly brush even deeper.
He licked his lips and continued his polemic against careless lovemaking. "To feel you wet, right through your jeans, I don't think I'd want to give that up." He popped the button and took a few moments to run his hands up under her camisole, testing the weight of each breast, teasing around her gloriously aching nipples and driving her absolutely to distraction such that she couldn't help but moan his name in encouragement.
"Yes," he stated matter of factly. "You see? To hear you say my name like that, I'm willing to take as much time as is needed." He brought his hands back down and pulled the zip of her jeans, spreading the two halves of fabric apart and exposing her satiny knickers. He made a little noise that sounded like, "Mmm" and placed his lips right under her belly button and began to suck gently, then kiss. He ran his tongue just barely under the elastic of her knickers and began to pull her jeans down. "This is the part where I ask politely if you could assist," he murmured against the skin of her belly.
Unable to answer back in words, she just lifted her hips off the seat slightly and allowed him to continue to undress her. She did notice through lightly closed eyes, however, that he did not fold her jeans but rather tossed them hastily off to the side. On her bare legs now she felt the late evening stubble on his face and his breath dancing around her left knee. He moved his hands slowly up her legs and began to part them, placing increasingly hungry kisses on the insides of each thigh as he exposed them until he reached the very warm, very damp fabric of her knickers again. She felt his tongue dart out and swipe quickly there, but then it was gone and she was left aching and bereft. She heard him stand up again on the grating of the floor and wanted to scream and holler very explicit instructions to him as to how to fuck her with no further delay. When she opened her eyes to take stock of what he was up to, she saw he was loosening his tie and pulling it over his head.
"And I bet," he purred, "that Jimmy Stone was the kind of man who would leave a lady at a disadvantage, nudity-wise. That's so unfair." He stuck his lower lip out just slightly in a pout. "Being without one's clothes, you're so vulnerable. It's just bad form to not share in the experience." He began to unbutton his shirt slowly and thoughtfully, taking time to remove his suit jacket and hang it primly from a railing, and undo the buttons at each wrist. "He probably never even wanted you to touch yourself so he could watch while he undressed, am I right?"
As incredibly erotic as the request was, Rose couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she tried to imagine Jimmy Stone saying anything like that. "No, you're right there, Doctor," she said.
The Doctor just lifted an eyebrow and winked. "Well, go on then."
He was definitely taking his time undressing, which Rose understood to be because he mainly just wanted to watch her. She shut her eyes again, imagined he wasn't there, imagined she was just alone in her room and thinking about him, maybe from the time before they'd become proper lovers and she'd fantasized about him every night. She slid down a little and brought a hand between her legs, but the angles just were not favorable and she wound up laying down, draping herself over the seat completely. She kept getting distracted by the sight of him getting ever more undressed, but every time he noticed her staring instead of continuing with her appointed task, he'd stop and just lean against the console casually. He'd gotten as far as leaving his shirt unbuttoned and taking his socks and shoes off when Rose got tired of all the impediments and rid herself of her camisole and knickers, flinging them blindly over the side. She noted that at this maneuver, the Doctor began to speed up his own disrobing markedly.
Rose continued to circle lazy fingers all around herself, thinking back to the first time she'd successfully seduced the Doctor, and the nearly illegal things he'd done by placing his tongue where her fingers were now. Now that he was just as naked as she, she was positive he was finding her readiness irresistible, and she reached out to stroke his erection with her free hand. She grabbed him rather harder than she'd intended and he groaned and stumbled forward, catching himself on the back of chair and leaving him right above her mouth. Still stroking herself lightly, she let her tongue trace complicated patterns and he gripped the back of the seat so tightly that it sounded like it may have ripped slightly. He let out a long "Oh" as she worked her hand over him while teasing with her tongue.
With a breathy sigh, he brought himself up to standing again, and out of her reach. He was breathing hard, pursing his lips a little and trying to regain his composure. Rose raised her eyebrows and let her tongue peek out from the corner of her mouth as she dipped one of her fingers inside herself. "So what else do you think you can do better?"
He smirked and the apples of his cheeks grew rosy. "Well," he drawled, "I reckon wee Jimmy Stone never thought to bring you off long before himself."
Rose had to laugh heartily at that, compromised position though she was in. "You've got that right!" she hooted. "Ha!"
He spread his coat on the floor next to the seat and knelt down again at the far side. Hooking a hand behind each knee, he pulled her towards him and spread her wide open. She just let her head fall back against the upholstery; she knew what was going to happen next.
The first touch of his tongue, lightly against her inner lips, was like...well, there was no way to describe what it was like. Prior to first experiencing what he was able to do with his mouth, she wouldn't have believed it anyway. He teased and swiped, traced slow circles and fast flutters, gripping her thighs with his hands, moaning in to her at regular intervals. It had taken her a while at first to believe him when he told her how much he loved doing this, but there was no doubting now that his hearts were fully in this work. She felt one of his long fingers, well-manicured for just this purpose she suspected, press against her opening and then enter, as he drifted his tongue this way and that, never staying in one spot quite long enough to satisfy. He thrusted in to her with his finger, adding another on the next in-stroke and making her buck her hips and arch her back. He placed his free hand on her stomach to steady her and keep her from falling off. Getting back to work with his tongue and lips, he set up a teasing rhythm incorporating his fingers and thumb as well. Rose stopped wondering if her cries could be heard outside the TARDIS and forgot pretty much every other principle of physics as well. She now felt three fingers enter her and he pressed his tongue flat against her center and did something else Jimmy Stone had never done. Rose lost control of every muscle, her feet flexed and her hands grasped at anything they could find while the Doctor continued to stroke her from the inside, relishing the feel of her inner muscles tight around his fingers.
When her body relaxed again, she opened her eyes to find the Doctor still kneeling, kissing her knee-caps and calves tenderly, stroking her thighs gently. "And even," he whispered conspiratorially, "if Jimmy Stone had ever done that, I bet he'd never let you get warmed back up again before taking his own pleasure."
Rose just collapsed backwards and let him babble on for a few minutes about the various other things Jimmy Stone didn't do. Regaining control of her breathing, she began again to greatly enjoy the feel of his rough cheek resting on her hip, of his wandering hands creating a sensation somewhere between a tickle and a massage. He kissed her obliques and let his mouth wander up to her arm pit, shifting his position on the floor. Rose had never thought of the armpit as an erogenous zone prior to the Doctor showing her the potential that lay there, but now it began to bring her back in to the moment. Not wishing to linger too long at so sensitive and rarely-touched an area, he moved his mouth over her breast, trailing kisses all the way under and around before pressing his tongue to her nipple and eliciting a sigh from her.
She grabbed his head in her hands and swiftly moved herself to sitting again. Enough of this politeness business. She surveyed her options and grinned down at the man below her. "Jimmy Stone never did any of those things, and as a result, I never did this to him." She stood and pointed at the seat. "Sit." His eyes got quite wide and he obeyed instantly. Rose twirled her hair around a finger and let him stare at her expectantly for a moment or two before grasping the back of the seat on either side of his shoulders and straddling him. There wasn't much room to maneuver, but there was enough. She wasn't on the gymnastics team in her girlhood for nothing.
He looked up at her with heavily lidded eyes as she descended slowly, letting him use a hand to guide himself in to her waiting warmth. His head fell back and he shut his eyes completely, finally letting go and moaning her name over and over. She thought it was perhaps the hottest thing she'd ever heard and she felt compelled to set a rhythm that wouldn't tease him for too long. It sounded like he might not be able to take it anyway, and she'd hate to cause him a hearts-attack. There was no time to contemplate the semantics of that particular phrase however, as the feeling of sliding up and down his length began to jelly her spine and she spread her knees a little farther apart. Leaning in towards him, she began to land kisses along his jawline and on his temples and she saw his eyes fluttering behind his lashes as he continued to cry her name, a little bit louder each time she raised herself up again. She found she couldn't quite keep quiet either and as his hips began to raise up off the seat, threatening their precarious balance, she couldn't string him along any further. She wanted to hear what he'd sound like when he came, sure that it would be as far from the grunts of Jimmy Stone as the year five billion was from this moment. She rode him faster towards the finish, and he wrapped his sinewy arms around her at last, driving her down hard on to him and uttering a very vulgar, very beautiful word indeed.
They were both sweating profusely and the slickness of their skin against one another was making remaining balanced and upright difficult. Rose kissed him on the lips quickly and dismounted. He slid off the seat and on to the floor, where his coat lay stretched out. Reaching up with an arm towards her he beckoned clumsily that she join him there, but before she did, she glanced at the view screen.
There was no sign of her or Jimmy Stone. They'd already been and gone, as it were. She laid down next to the Doctor, her head on his chest, listening to his slowing double heart beat, his arm wrapped around her loosely, drifting down a river of dreams. He reached up to the console with a foot and flipped a lever, sending them back in to the vortex, now that Rose had taken the chance to go back to her first time and do it over, the right way.
PAIRING: Ten/Rose
RATING: NC-17, Mature, Adult, Etc....
SPOILERS: Do you know who Rose and the Tenth Doctor are? Then you're all set!
SUMMARY: Rose gets to do something most women can only dream of.
DISCLAIMER: Insert humorous note about how I don't own the characters nor make any money off them right here.
BETA: Read and approved as "hot" by jaradel , but any mistakes and all filthiness are my own.
A/N: Written for aibhinn 's Just For Fun Ficathon. My prompt was "Public". This is good ole PWP.
"Doctor, somehow I don't think this is London circa 6002." Rose peered out of the TARDIS doors and, though it was nighttime, the ambient light of the city made it fairly obvious that they were in the play park opposite the Powell Estates at a time much more familiar to her than the sixtieth century.
The Doctor poked his head over her shoulder and made a face. "No, decidedly not," he said, and went back over to the console to twiddle with some knobs.
Rose remained at the open doors, hands on hips, some mockery of his piloting on her lips when she heard a very familiar voice.
"Shit!" she hissed and flung herself back against the doors, slamming them.
The Doctor peered over his glasses, both eyebrows raised. "Rose, language."
"It's me!" she squealed and ran back up the ramp, arms flailing ever so slightly.
"Well, I guess that narrows down when we are considerably."
She moved over to stand by him at the console and stare at the view screen. "July 13, 2002," she moaned. "About half ten."
"Why Rose Tyler, hidden talents!" He squinted at her. "How did you know that?"
She sat back on the jump seat and turned a rather alarming shade of scarlet. "You never forget your first time. As much as you might like to."
He sat down next to her and put his feet up on the edge of the console. "Your first time what?"
She sighed and raised her hand to her forehead, covering her eyes. "You know...with a boy?"
"Your first time what with a boy? Oh." He took his feet off the console and leaned forward, raising an eyebrow at the view screen. "Oh!"
Rose wanted to melt in to the floor. "Can we leave now?" she pleaded.
He pointed to the screen. "Hey, look at you! And who's that with you there?"
"That's, you know..." she trailed off and mumbled the rest in to her hand. "Jimmy Stone."
Across their vision gamboled her 16 year old self, one arm around the waist of a rather large oafish bloke with long shaggy hair, and the other hand clutching a bottle of some sort, from which she took regular belts. The pair wove about a little as they walked, eventually making it to a somewhat hidden spot under a complicated jungle-gym, where they collapsed on to the ground. The TARDIS was situated so as to have a mostly unobstructed view. Of course.
"Oh, Doctor, can we not?" she groaned. "Please? This is not a fond memory for me." She brought her knees up to her chest and peeked hesitantly at the screen through her fingers.
He studied the image with great concentration. "You mean to say, you two...right there, in the play park? In public?"
Rose couldn't decide if he looked shocked or intrigued. She made the sound that is commonly transcribed as ugh, and tried to grab him by the back of the jacket to pull him away. "Yes, we did. Now can we please..."
He turned and looked over his shoulder at her. "Well, we can't leave now. You'll hear us. It'll ruin your...time." He got distracted by the sight of Jimmy Stone kissing young Rose Tyler rather roughly under the jungle-gym, both of them coming up for air every few moments to pass the bottle between them.
"Oh believe me, it could not possibly get worse than it actually was."
The Doctor now turned around and leaned against the console, blissfully obstructing Rose's view of the screen. "It wasn't good?" he asked innocently.
"No, it wasn't. Come on, it never is the first time."
"It isn't? Why not?" He took his glasses off and put them in one his inside pockets.
Rose turned that same shade of red as before and pulled the collar of her jumper up to cover her nose and mouth, hunching in to a ball. "I dunno. It just isn't. No one knows what they're doing."
The Doctor crinkled up his brow, and squinted one eye at her. "Don't you lot have books you can read about it? Some instructions? That seems like it would be the sensible thing."
Rose shrugged. "Since when have you known humans to be sensible?"
"But that chap you were with, he looks quite a bit older than you. Not that there's anything wrong with that, mind," he sniffed and straightened his tie. "He should have had some...practice."
Rose rolled her eyes and tutted. "So naive, Doctor. Just because a bloke's done it a million times before doesn't mean he knows what he's doing. And if it's your first time it's not like you know to tell him different."
The Doctor sat next to Rose again and she was able to see the view screen, where she and Jimmy were still in the initial stages of fumbling around with each other drunkenly. She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled a face.
"So what did he do that was so objectionable? You're both looking rather clumsy, I must say."
"Must you know?" she asked.
"I must." He lifted his eyebrows and flashed the smile, complete with dimple, that he knew she was unable to say no to.
"Well, for one thing he was a rubbish kisser."
"Yeah?" He put his glasses back on and bent over the screen, his nose just a few inches from it. "How so?"
"I used to call him worm-lips to my girlfriends," she confessed and wrinkled up her nose. "All like wet and slimy. Yuck."
The Doctor sat next to her again and laid his glasses on the console. "So," he said, bringing his hand up to the side of her face, "you like it better when someone kisses you like this." Rose did indeed love it when he kissed her like that, his lips soft but firm on hers, none of that shudder-inducing sliding around or slobber.
"Yes," she sighed against his cheek as he moved to her jawline and began to plant tiny little kisses there, leaving nothing but a little flutter under the skin in their wake. "Much better."
"What else?" he breathed against her temple, now exploring her hairline with his lips.
Rose struggled to concentrate, but then caught a glimpse of her younger self on the screen, squeezing her eyes shut against Jimmy's oral onslaught. "His tongue, he just sort of rammed it in."
"No finesse?" the Doctor asked, as he placed a sure hand on the back of her head and brought her lips to his. He took her lower lip gently into his mouth and nibbled it ever so slightly and Rose felt something quite familiar awaken within her, something the 16 year old Rose outside wouldn't really know about for a few years yet. She felt his tongue, just the tip of it, dart around at the edges of her lips, the corners of her mouth, and he waited for her to part her lips on her own. She sighed a little against him and he pulled her in just a bit closer, touching just the tip of her tongue with his, before slowly beginning to plunge deeper, taste her more fully. His hands danced through her hair but were never demanding, which Rose began to experience as slightly maddening, wanting him now to be more forceful. The more she pressed herself to him, the more he pulled back away from her until he sat back up against the back of the seat and looked at the screen again. All Rose was able to do for a few seconds was pant and lick her lips, savoring the taste of him there.
"You're right, Rose, and what's more, he does look a bit...handsy," said the Doctor, somehow all cool and collected still. "Look at him pawing at you! You can't have liked that. Can you?" He looked uncertainly at Rose, appraising her reaction.
"Not really," she said, still somewhat breathless.
"I mean," he continued, "he should be worshiping you...." He placed a hand on her thigh and traced a line up to her hip with a finger. "Taking pleasure in every part of you." He placed his hand palm-down on her stomach and felt the quiver there, then moved it up to brush lightly against her breast before alighting on her collar bone. "How can he enjoy how smooth your skin is, just kind of flapping around like that?" He used the back of his hand to caress the area left bare by her V-neck shirt, and she felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her camisole with a pleasurable pain. The Doctor seemed to have noticed this development as well and he used just one finger to pull the neckline of her shirt down in order to ghost his thumb over the small part of her breast left bare. She got goose flesh all down the left side of her body.
"Definitely better," she moaned, which seemed to break the Doctor out of his spell and he drew his hand back. Rose opened her eyes and gave him a desperate look. He just grinned back wolfishly.
"What else?" he demanded.
Rose searched around in her brain, trying with little luck to jump-start it in to coherence again. "I...I think one time he ripped my shirt trying to get it off me. Yeah." She nibbled a little on the tip of her thumb. "That's right! He ripped one of my favorite tops, the prick."
"That's a shame." He was already running his fingers under her shirt, exploring the area where her camisole met the waistband of her jeans, plucking lightly at the fabric here and there as if he were doing reconnaissance before a battle. Rose gripped the edges of the seat to keep from falling off, or perhaps from jumping up and dragging him unceremoniously to the nearest bedroom by his tie. He dropped his hands back to her legs and then got off the seat entirely and crouched at her feet.
"Taking the time to undress you, it's part of the anticipation. He doesn't know what he's missing." He gestured with a thumb to the screen that neither on of them was paying any more attention to, and then pulled the laces on her trainers. "It just gives me more opportunity to...." He pulled her shoes and socks off, placing them neatly to the side. "To discover new things about you, like how much you like this." He took her bare foot in his hands and began to kiss and run his tongue around her instep. She arched her back and took in a great lungful of air spontaneously. She felt his lips lift in to a smile against the inside of her ankle and he raised himself up again, standing before her so she could clearly see another important way in which the Doctor greatly differed from Jimmy Stone. She bit her lip.
"I mean, of course I want to have you, right this second," he continued. "Who wouldn't? But...." He lifted her shirt over hear head, folded it and placed it next to her shoes, "I have to respect your possessions." On the word possessions he gave her a look so redolent with hunger, she nearly jumped. He got to his knees in front of her again and grabbed the meat of both of her thighs, massaging and pressing slowly and inexorably upwards. She grasped the sides of the seat with both hands as he ran a finger down each crease where her legs met her hips and she felt his thumbs lightly brush even deeper.
He licked his lips and continued his polemic against careless lovemaking. "To feel you wet, right through your jeans, I don't think I'd want to give that up." He popped the button and took a few moments to run his hands up under her camisole, testing the weight of each breast, teasing around her gloriously aching nipples and driving her absolutely to distraction such that she couldn't help but moan his name in encouragement.
"Yes," he stated matter of factly. "You see? To hear you say my name like that, I'm willing to take as much time as is needed." He brought his hands back down and pulled the zip of her jeans, spreading the two halves of fabric apart and exposing her satiny knickers. He made a little noise that sounded like, "Mmm" and placed his lips right under her belly button and began to suck gently, then kiss. He ran his tongue just barely under the elastic of her knickers and began to pull her jeans down. "This is the part where I ask politely if you could assist," he murmured against the skin of her belly.
Unable to answer back in words, she just lifted her hips off the seat slightly and allowed him to continue to undress her. She did notice through lightly closed eyes, however, that he did not fold her jeans but rather tossed them hastily off to the side. On her bare legs now she felt the late evening stubble on his face and his breath dancing around her left knee. He moved his hands slowly up her legs and began to part them, placing increasingly hungry kisses on the insides of each thigh as he exposed them until he reached the very warm, very damp fabric of her knickers again. She felt his tongue dart out and swipe quickly there, but then it was gone and she was left aching and bereft. She heard him stand up again on the grating of the floor and wanted to scream and holler very explicit instructions to him as to how to fuck her with no further delay. When she opened her eyes to take stock of what he was up to, she saw he was loosening his tie and pulling it over his head.
"And I bet," he purred, "that Jimmy Stone was the kind of man who would leave a lady at a disadvantage, nudity-wise. That's so unfair." He stuck his lower lip out just slightly in a pout. "Being without one's clothes, you're so vulnerable. It's just bad form to not share in the experience." He began to unbutton his shirt slowly and thoughtfully, taking time to remove his suit jacket and hang it primly from a railing, and undo the buttons at each wrist. "He probably never even wanted you to touch yourself so he could watch while he undressed, am I right?"
As incredibly erotic as the request was, Rose couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she tried to imagine Jimmy Stone saying anything like that. "No, you're right there, Doctor," she said.
The Doctor just lifted an eyebrow and winked. "Well, go on then."
He was definitely taking his time undressing, which Rose understood to be because he mainly just wanted to watch her. She shut her eyes again, imagined he wasn't there, imagined she was just alone in her room and thinking about him, maybe from the time before they'd become proper lovers and she'd fantasized about him every night. She slid down a little and brought a hand between her legs, but the angles just were not favorable and she wound up laying down, draping herself over the seat completely. She kept getting distracted by the sight of him getting ever more undressed, but every time he noticed her staring instead of continuing with her appointed task, he'd stop and just lean against the console casually. He'd gotten as far as leaving his shirt unbuttoned and taking his socks and shoes off when Rose got tired of all the impediments and rid herself of her camisole and knickers, flinging them blindly over the side. She noted that at this maneuver, the Doctor began to speed up his own disrobing markedly.
Rose continued to circle lazy fingers all around herself, thinking back to the first time she'd successfully seduced the Doctor, and the nearly illegal things he'd done by placing his tongue where her fingers were now. Now that he was just as naked as she, she was positive he was finding her readiness irresistible, and she reached out to stroke his erection with her free hand. She grabbed him rather harder than she'd intended and he groaned and stumbled forward, catching himself on the back of chair and leaving him right above her mouth. Still stroking herself lightly, she let her tongue trace complicated patterns and he gripped the back of the seat so tightly that it sounded like it may have ripped slightly. He let out a long "Oh" as she worked her hand over him while teasing with her tongue.
With a breathy sigh, he brought himself up to standing again, and out of her reach. He was breathing hard, pursing his lips a little and trying to regain his composure. Rose raised her eyebrows and let her tongue peek out from the corner of her mouth as she dipped one of her fingers inside herself. "So what else do you think you can do better?"
He smirked and the apples of his cheeks grew rosy. "Well," he drawled, "I reckon wee Jimmy Stone never thought to bring you off long before himself."
Rose had to laugh heartily at that, compromised position though she was in. "You've got that right!" she hooted. "Ha!"
He spread his coat on the floor next to the seat and knelt down again at the far side. Hooking a hand behind each knee, he pulled her towards him and spread her wide open. She just let her head fall back against the upholstery; she knew what was going to happen next.
The first touch of his tongue, lightly against her inner lips, was like...well, there was no way to describe what it was like. Prior to first experiencing what he was able to do with his mouth, she wouldn't have believed it anyway. He teased and swiped, traced slow circles and fast flutters, gripping her thighs with his hands, moaning in to her at regular intervals. It had taken her a while at first to believe him when he told her how much he loved doing this, but there was no doubting now that his hearts were fully in this work. She felt one of his long fingers, well-manicured for just this purpose she suspected, press against her opening and then enter, as he drifted his tongue this way and that, never staying in one spot quite long enough to satisfy. He thrusted in to her with his finger, adding another on the next in-stroke and making her buck her hips and arch her back. He placed his free hand on her stomach to steady her and keep her from falling off. Getting back to work with his tongue and lips, he set up a teasing rhythm incorporating his fingers and thumb as well. Rose stopped wondering if her cries could be heard outside the TARDIS and forgot pretty much every other principle of physics as well. She now felt three fingers enter her and he pressed his tongue flat against her center and did something else Jimmy Stone had never done. Rose lost control of every muscle, her feet flexed and her hands grasped at anything they could find while the Doctor continued to stroke her from the inside, relishing the feel of her inner muscles tight around his fingers.
When her body relaxed again, she opened her eyes to find the Doctor still kneeling, kissing her knee-caps and calves tenderly, stroking her thighs gently. "And even," he whispered conspiratorially, "if Jimmy Stone had ever done that, I bet he'd never let you get warmed back up again before taking his own pleasure."
Rose just collapsed backwards and let him babble on for a few minutes about the various other things Jimmy Stone didn't do. Regaining control of her breathing, she began again to greatly enjoy the feel of his rough cheek resting on her hip, of his wandering hands creating a sensation somewhere between a tickle and a massage. He kissed her obliques and let his mouth wander up to her arm pit, shifting his position on the floor. Rose had never thought of the armpit as an erogenous zone prior to the Doctor showing her the potential that lay there, but now it began to bring her back in to the moment. Not wishing to linger too long at so sensitive and rarely-touched an area, he moved his mouth over her breast, trailing kisses all the way under and around before pressing his tongue to her nipple and eliciting a sigh from her.
She grabbed his head in her hands and swiftly moved herself to sitting again. Enough of this politeness business. She surveyed her options and grinned down at the man below her. "Jimmy Stone never did any of those things, and as a result, I never did this to him." She stood and pointed at the seat. "Sit." His eyes got quite wide and he obeyed instantly. Rose twirled her hair around a finger and let him stare at her expectantly for a moment or two before grasping the back of the seat on either side of his shoulders and straddling him. There wasn't much room to maneuver, but there was enough. She wasn't on the gymnastics team in her girlhood for nothing.
He looked up at her with heavily lidded eyes as she descended slowly, letting him use a hand to guide himself in to her waiting warmth. His head fell back and he shut his eyes completely, finally letting go and moaning her name over and over. She thought it was perhaps the hottest thing she'd ever heard and she felt compelled to set a rhythm that wouldn't tease him for too long. It sounded like he might not be able to take it anyway, and she'd hate to cause him a hearts-attack. There was no time to contemplate the semantics of that particular phrase however, as the feeling of sliding up and down his length began to jelly her spine and she spread her knees a little farther apart. Leaning in towards him, she began to land kisses along his jawline and on his temples and she saw his eyes fluttering behind his lashes as he continued to cry her name, a little bit louder each time she raised herself up again. She found she couldn't quite keep quiet either and as his hips began to raise up off the seat, threatening their precarious balance, she couldn't string him along any further. She wanted to hear what he'd sound like when he came, sure that it would be as far from the grunts of Jimmy Stone as the year five billion was from this moment. She rode him faster towards the finish, and he wrapped his sinewy arms around her at last, driving her down hard on to him and uttering a very vulgar, very beautiful word indeed.
They were both sweating profusely and the slickness of their skin against one another was making remaining balanced and upright difficult. Rose kissed him on the lips quickly and dismounted. He slid off the seat and on to the floor, where his coat lay stretched out. Reaching up with an arm towards her he beckoned clumsily that she join him there, but before she did, she glanced at the view screen.
There was no sign of her or Jimmy Stone. They'd already been and gone, as it were. She laid down next to the Doctor, her head on his chest, listening to his slowing double heart beat, his arm wrapped around her loosely, drifting down a river of dreams. He reached up to the console with a foot and flipped a lever, sending them back in to the vortex, now that Rose had taken the chance to go back to her first time and do it over, the right way.