Doctor Who Research Project Fanfic Contest
Doctor Who Research Project Fanfic Contest
Author: mrs_remus
Title: Sweet Like Chocolate
Challenge Element: Number 3 - The Doctor performing oral sex.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: (if desired) Contains spoilers for series 2, up to (and including) 'The Age of Steel'.
The Doctor had suggested a quiet break, somewhere by the sea, following Mickey's departure. Rose was grateful for some time in a location which would be soothing and relaxing, which wouldn't be under threat from monsters or evil. Even more than that, however, she was also very grateful to spend time alone with the Doctor, without some sort of adventure to distract him or separate them. She missed Mickey - of course she did, there was a lot of history between them - but he had been right when he said that the only person she needed was the Doctor.
Once, a long time ago, Rose had loved Mickey. Or, rather, she had thought that she loved him. She was young and immature then, and so was he - much more than he had been when she had first met the Doctor. Their relationship was more a convenience for her than anything deeper. Yes, he was attractive, and he cared about her, but he was never there for her completely, he never made her feel like she was the most important thing in his life, in the entire universe. But still, she had loved him - until she met the Doctor. And every time the Doctor looked at her now, she felt the intensity that she'd always wanted from Mickey, she felt that she really mattered, felt like she belonged. Whether the Doctor reserved such intensity solely for her or whether he had treated all his companions like that, she wasn't sure, but she had been silently lusting after him for so very long, and she hoped in her heart that perhaps he might feel even a fraction of that lust for her.
Rose was sitting beside the Doctor on a bench which overlooked a small, unusually-deserted, sunny beach. She watched as the Doctor carefully licked at an ice-cream cone which he'd just bought from a van some distance away. Since his regeneration, she'd noticed how he seemed to use his tongue an awful lot. He had licked blood off his fingers on the Sycorax ship, he had languidly licked a wooden door inside the Torchwood Estate in Scotland, and now he was licking the ice-cream, his eyes closed and an expression of bliss on his youthful, freckled, gorgeous face.
Right now, Rose wished that she were that ice-cream. She was fascinated by his tongue, and images of it moving over her hot, desperately needy skin had pervaded her mind continually, ever since he had walked into her mum's flat on Christmas Day, wearing his pinstripe suit and long coat for the first time. She shifed uncomfortably on the bench, trying to ignore the surge of wetness between her legs, before suddenly standing up and making the lengthy trek to the ice-cream van. It was getting too much, sitting beside him and watching as his tongue caressed the frozen dessert, and listening to his little satisfied moans. She'd give anything to have him moan like that whilst licking and kissing her, or whilst pounding his cock inside her, over and over again, his tongue darting out over his lips to capture the drops of sweat beading on his face as he came.
Rose returned some minutes later with her own ice-cream, which was chocolate flavoured instead of the Doctor's vanilla cone: she knew full well from reading lots of trashy magazines that chocolate was supposed to stimulate the same part of the brain as sexual intercourse, and hoped that eating it would help to dissipate her pent-up lust. She decided to move towards the beach and enjoy the ice-cream in peace, whilst gazing lustfully at the Doctor from a safe distance, where he wouldn't notice her ogling him. Almost automatically, she rolled her hips as she walked past the Doctor and down the steps which led to the sand, hoping that perhaps the sight ot her in her red bikini, with a matching sarong wrapped around her waist, would generate the sort of reaction from him that she so desperately craved. He didn't react, and so she sighed and removed her sarong, spreading it out on the sand, before sitting down to eat her ice-cream. Her eyes momentarily darted over towards the Doctor, who had stopped eating his ice-cream, his eyes locked on her. But just as soon as she noticed this, his eyes were again closed blissfully and his tongue was again on the remnants of his ice-cream.
She sighed again, louder this time. At least eating something sugary and tasty, away from the Doctor and his delectable long, wet tongue, would take her mind off her desire. She had been so frustrated recently, her skin burned every time he took her hand in his or hugged her, and she was so utterly desperate for him to shag her. She had never felt like this about a bloke before, had never experienced a lust that utterly consumed her and haunted her every thought, and wasn't sure how much longer she could go on feeling this way without some relief.
Some time later, Rose awoke to find the Doctor sitting beside her on the sand.
"I didn't realise I'd fallen asleep," she said, yawning and sitting up. She noticed then that she hadn't finished her ice-cream before drifting off under the warmth of the sun, and that some of it had melted on her hands. She smiled sheepishly at the Doctor as she began to lick the chocolate off her left hand.
"Let me," he whispered huskily, taking her right hand in his and running his tongue along the length of her palm, before sucking each finger into his hot, wet mouth.
It was too much. Rose moaned involuntarily, and the Doctor smiled wickedly at her.
"I think some chocolate has melted elsewhere," he said, parting her legs and licking his way up her thighs, his eyes on her face as she bit her lip, her skin burning with desperate need. He paused, his mouth at the apex to her thighs. She trembled with anticipation, the sensation of his breath so close to her centre was maddening.
"So sweet," he whispered, deliberately running that wicked, clever tongue along his lips, savouring the combined taste of chocolate and Rose. "I bet you taste just as sweet here too," he smiled, before he moved her bikini bottoms to the side and ran his tongue along her slit, just once. Rose's head fell back and she cried out, a ragged, desperate cry, every inch of her body aflame, before he spread her apart and began to feast on her, burying his tongue between her wet folds, licking and sucking her flesh into his mouth. Her body writhed against his tongue, and when he pulled it away, only to flick it slowly, languidly, over her clitoris, her body arched off the sand and she screamed his name. The Doctor smiled against her wet heat, his tongue teasing her flesh, moving further down, before his hands gripped her arse and he placed his tongue at her entrance, thrusting it inside a little.
Rose's world turned to black as she came hard, all of her pent-up lust finally spilling out as he licked her like his ice-cream.
"Mmm," he said, licking his lips appreciatively, sitting up and re-adjusting her bikini bottoms. "Very sweet."
Rose grinned at him and one of her outstretched feet began to move up the Doctor's thigh and towards his crotch, rubbing against his hard cock. A tiny moan escaped his lips.
"I bet you're very sweet down there too," she said, a glint in her eyes, and the Doctor's cock twitched with want and need. "Why don't I have a taste and see for myself?" she continued, before she stood up and grabbed the Doctor's hand, leading him into the TARDIS.
Author: mrs_remus
Title: Sweet Like Chocolate
Challenge Element: Number 3 - The Doctor performing oral sex.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: (if desired) Contains spoilers for series 2, up to (and including) 'The Age of Steel'.
The Doctor had suggested a quiet break, somewhere by the sea, following Mickey's departure. Rose was grateful for some time in a location which would be soothing and relaxing, which wouldn't be under threat from monsters or evil. Even more than that, however, she was also very grateful to spend time alone with the Doctor, without some sort of adventure to distract him or separate them. She missed Mickey - of course she did, there was a lot of history between them - but he had been right when he said that the only person she needed was the Doctor.
Once, a long time ago, Rose had loved Mickey. Or, rather, she had thought that she loved him. She was young and immature then, and so was he - much more than he had been when she had first met the Doctor. Their relationship was more a convenience for her than anything deeper. Yes, he was attractive, and he cared about her, but he was never there for her completely, he never made her feel like she was the most important thing in his life, in the entire universe. But still, she had loved him - until she met the Doctor. And every time the Doctor looked at her now, she felt the intensity that she'd always wanted from Mickey, she felt that she really mattered, felt like she belonged. Whether the Doctor reserved such intensity solely for her or whether he had treated all his companions like that, she wasn't sure, but she had been silently lusting after him for so very long, and she hoped in her heart that perhaps he might feel even a fraction of that lust for her.
Rose was sitting beside the Doctor on a bench which overlooked a small, unusually-deserted, sunny beach. She watched as the Doctor carefully licked at an ice-cream cone which he'd just bought from a van some distance away. Since his regeneration, she'd noticed how he seemed to use his tongue an awful lot. He had licked blood off his fingers on the Sycorax ship, he had languidly licked a wooden door inside the Torchwood Estate in Scotland, and now he was licking the ice-cream, his eyes closed and an expression of bliss on his youthful, freckled, gorgeous face.
Right now, Rose wished that she were that ice-cream. She was fascinated by his tongue, and images of it moving over her hot, desperately needy skin had pervaded her mind continually, ever since he had walked into her mum's flat on Christmas Day, wearing his pinstripe suit and long coat for the first time. She shifed uncomfortably on the bench, trying to ignore the surge of wetness between her legs, before suddenly standing up and making the lengthy trek to the ice-cream van. It was getting too much, sitting beside him and watching as his tongue caressed the frozen dessert, and listening to his little satisfied moans. She'd give anything to have him moan like that whilst licking and kissing her, or whilst pounding his cock inside her, over and over again, his tongue darting out over his lips to capture the drops of sweat beading on his face as he came.
Rose returned some minutes later with her own ice-cream, which was chocolate flavoured instead of the Doctor's vanilla cone: she knew full well from reading lots of trashy magazines that chocolate was supposed to stimulate the same part of the brain as sexual intercourse, and hoped that eating it would help to dissipate her pent-up lust. She decided to move towards the beach and enjoy the ice-cream in peace, whilst gazing lustfully at the Doctor from a safe distance, where he wouldn't notice her ogling him. Almost automatically, she rolled her hips as she walked past the Doctor and down the steps which led to the sand, hoping that perhaps the sight ot her in her red bikini, with a matching sarong wrapped around her waist, would generate the sort of reaction from him that she so desperately craved. He didn't react, and so she sighed and removed her sarong, spreading it out on the sand, before sitting down to eat her ice-cream. Her eyes momentarily darted over towards the Doctor, who had stopped eating his ice-cream, his eyes locked on her. But just as soon as she noticed this, his eyes were again closed blissfully and his tongue was again on the remnants of his ice-cream.
She sighed again, louder this time. At least eating something sugary and tasty, away from the Doctor and his delectable long, wet tongue, would take her mind off her desire. She had been so frustrated recently, her skin burned every time he took her hand in his or hugged her, and she was so utterly desperate for him to shag her. She had never felt like this about a bloke before, had never experienced a lust that utterly consumed her and haunted her every thought, and wasn't sure how much longer she could go on feeling this way without some relief.
Some time later, Rose awoke to find the Doctor sitting beside her on the sand.
"I didn't realise I'd fallen asleep," she said, yawning and sitting up. She noticed then that she hadn't finished her ice-cream before drifting off under the warmth of the sun, and that some of it had melted on her hands. She smiled sheepishly at the Doctor as she began to lick the chocolate off her left hand.
"Let me," he whispered huskily, taking her right hand in his and running his tongue along the length of her palm, before sucking each finger into his hot, wet mouth.
It was too much. Rose moaned involuntarily, and the Doctor smiled wickedly at her.
"I think some chocolate has melted elsewhere," he said, parting her legs and licking his way up her thighs, his eyes on her face as she bit her lip, her skin burning with desperate need. He paused, his mouth at the apex to her thighs. She trembled with anticipation, the sensation of his breath so close to her centre was maddening.
"So sweet," he whispered, deliberately running that wicked, clever tongue along his lips, savouring the combined taste of chocolate and Rose. "I bet you taste just as sweet here too," he smiled, before he moved her bikini bottoms to the side and ran his tongue along her slit, just once. Rose's head fell back and she cried out, a ragged, desperate cry, every inch of her body aflame, before he spread her apart and began to feast on her, burying his tongue between her wet folds, licking and sucking her flesh into his mouth. Her body writhed against his tongue, and when he pulled it away, only to flick it slowly, languidly, over her clitoris, her body arched off the sand and she screamed his name. The Doctor smiled against her wet heat, his tongue teasing her flesh, moving further down, before his hands gripped her arse and he placed his tongue at her entrance, thrusting it inside a little.
Rose's world turned to black as she came hard, all of her pent-up lust finally spilling out as he licked her like his ice-cream.
"Mmm," he said, licking his lips appreciatively, sitting up and re-adjusting her bikini bottoms. "Very sweet."
Rose grinned at him and one of her outstretched feet began to move up the Doctor's thigh and towards his crotch, rubbing against his hard cock. A tiny moan escaped his lips.
"I bet you're very sweet down there too," she said, a glint in her eyes, and the Doctor's cock twitched with want and need. "Why don't I have a taste and see for myself?" she continued, before she stood up and grabbed the Doctor's hand, leading him into the TARDIS.