Fic: Sweet December - Christmas Day (4/6)
Title: Christmas Day [4/6]
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Betas: None yet; my mistakes are my own. Britpicked by yumimum
Pairing: TenToo/Rose
Rating: M
Words: 1,829
Spoilers: Only the obvious, considering the pairing.
Notes: To see the negligee featured in this section, click here.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Rose and the Doctor returned to their flat at half past eight, stuffed from Christmas supper and seeing spots from Jackie’s incessant photo-taking.
“Did you see the look on Tony’s face when he opened the BuildyBlocks?” the Doctor enthused. He and Rose had picked them out together more than a week ago, and just as she had done at the store, she scoffed.
“I still say they’re Legos.”
“Interlocking blocks, Rose. Really, does the name matter?” he smiled.
“I s’pose not,” she said reluctantly. “He did seem to like them quite a lot.”
“And your mum loved your gift; I told you she would, didn’t I? I said, ‘Of course she’ll love it, Rose,’ didn’t I?”
“Yes Doctor,” she placated.
He continued, “Good on you for suggesting we test out the coffeemaker; I don’t think your dad would’ve accepted it without that little reassurance after the blender incident.”
“Well, it did destroy their cabinets,” she chuckled.
“Oi! I was still testing out my new sonic; the settings are bit different,” he crossed his arms in mock offense, “besides, I thought it was a lovely anniversary gift.”
“We still have a few prezzies here to open,” she says, giving him a tongue-touched smile and nodding toward their gift table.
“Are you telling me you got me more presents? You keep this up, Rose Tyler, and I’ll feel like a kept man. I’m not sure if I like that,” he grinned, clearly excited that there were more presents to come, “Actually, I have a few more for you, too,” he admitted.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The Doctor’s first gift to Rose was an ugly Christmas jumper. “Next year, we can match,” he smiles.
“Seriously?” she groaned. Maybe he was unaware that the only thing worse than one ugly Christmas jumper was a soppy couple in matching ugly Christmas jumpers.
“Of course I’m serious!” he said, “Well, as soon as I find mine; it seems to have gone missing again,” he eyed her with playful suspicion.
Rose reached for a small gift bag and handed it to him, “This one’s for you,” she grinned.
He smiled and reached in, pulling out a pair of barely-there knickers. He quirked an eyebrow, “Rose, they’re lovely, really…but I don’t think they’ll fit me. Moreover, I don’t think that I will fit them,” he winked.
“Now there’s a thought,” she bit her lip and waggled her eyebrows.
He tucks the skimpy knickers back into the bag, and hands her a flat, rectangular package. When she peels back the paper, she smiles. “Thought you’d never pay up,” she said softly. In her hands was a matted and framed ten-pound note from their home universe.
“You can’t spend it here, of course, but a bet is a bet.”
“’s better like this,” she smiled, and hugged it to herself, “Our first trip to the past, yeah? After…” she leaned over and palmed his cheek as she planted a kiss on his lips, “I say we hang it,” she paused to glance around the mostly-bare walls of their flat, “There,” she pointed to the spot between two windows. She set it aside and handed him another box; inside was another set of racy lingerie.
“I’m beginning to detect a pattern,” he grins, picking up another bag, “And what’s in here?” he grinned, reaching inside to discover a piece of white negligee with a matching pair of lacy knickers. He quirked an eyebrow. “Any chance I can convince you to put this on now?” he grinned.
“Well, it is your prezzie,” she says seductively, and plucks the clothing from his hand before disappearing into the bathroom. While inside, she primped her hair a bit, and checked in the full-length mirror to be sure her bum looked as good in this today as it had when she’d bought it.
When she returned to the sitting room, she couldn’t help but giggle. The Doctor had stripped down to his boxer-briefs and put on a piece of lacy black negligee. “Two can play this game, Rose,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, and sprawling out on the carpet in mock-seduction.
Rose laughed when he pulled the tie open, and sat up as he said, “Do you like my manly, hairy chest, Rose?”
She closed the distance between them, and knelt in his lap, a leg to either side of his hips. She pushed the negligee from his shoulders and whispered, “I love your manly hairy chest, Doctor.”
It was then that she rocked her hips into his, and he suddenly became very aware of the fine hairs on the fuzzy cuffs of her nightie as they brushed against his skin, and the way her hard nipples showed through the sheer fabric. He wiggled his arms to get the lacy dressing gown off of himself, and turned his face up in time for Rose to cover his lips with hers.
As her tongue slid past his lips and moved against his tongue, his hands moved lightly along the bare flesh of her torso, the soft fabric rasping softly over the backs of his hands. “Rose,” he whispered against her lips as he cupped her breasts. “You are, beautiful,” he sighed, taking in a deep breath to savor the smell of her. He moved his lips to her neck and slowly ran his tongue from her clavicle to her ear before pulling the lobe into his mouth and sucking, allowing the breath exhaled from his nose to tickle the little wisps of hair at her hairline. It made her body prickle with goose bumps, and she gasped.
He pulled away to look at her in the sexy outfit, “Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“I think I’d like to unwrap my present now.”
“That’s a very good idea,” she said, pressing herself against his growing erection.
He pulled her to himself and managed to get to his feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he supported her weight by cupping her bum; in that manner they moved toward the bedroom, and once inside, the Doctor dropped her onto the bed and covered her body with his own, kissing the valley between her breasts, and using his hands to push them together against his cheeks, nuzzling, kissing, and nipping at each one in turn as he rocked his hips slightly against the mattress.
After lavishing her breasts, his mouth covered hers and his hand slid between them to stroke her over her knickers. She whimpered and arched into his touch as he caressed her, the fabric soaking through with her need. He moved down the length of her body, leaving a trail of kisses from her clavicle to her navel. The Doctor pulled her panties off and settled himself between her legs, pressing teasingly light kisses to her inner thighs until she raked her hands into his hair and pulled his mouth to where she wanted it most.
The feel of his tongue against her and inside of her was divine. He used his tongue, his lips, and even his teeth in tandem until she was flushed and pink, whimpering and keening beneath him. “Doctor,” she sighed, as she felt the coil of pleasure low in her belly reach its limits.
He continued his rhythm and began to hum and growl against her flesh, the sound of his name on her lips nearly too much to bear, the knowledge that doing this would bring her off making his cock twitch and ache with desire.
She felt him groan against her again, and it was too much; she was awash in pleasure, hips struggling under his firm grip to buck harder against his mouth as he lapped at her. As she came down, and words returned to her, she sighed, “Doctor,” but before she could say anything more, he moved up her body and claimed her lips with his.
Rose moaned into his mouth and nipped at his lower lip, savoring the way their flavors mingled. He reached down and quickly positioned himself, thrusting deeply into her. He broke the kiss to let out a groan against her neck, nipping it before shifting his position so that he could hook her knees in the crooks of his elbows, shifting her body and allowing himself deeper.
She called out to him as he pushed further into her, rolling her hips to the rhythm he set for them. “Oh Doctor…” she breathed, “Harder. Please…” she gasped, “Harder.”
The Doctor obeyed, taking in the way she bit her lip, the way her brow furrowed, the way her breasts rocked with the motion he was creating. The sight of her beneath him was too much, and drove him nearly to the edge. He reached for her clit, rubbing circles against it. “Come for me, Rose, come for me. Please, come,” he said, his voice growing more and more ragged and breathless with every word as his muscles tensed. “I want to feel you come.” Her muscles clenched around him once, twice, and he gasped, “Oh…Rose…I’m going to…please…please come with me,” he gasped before his orgasm overtook him.
The feel of him inside of her, his thumb working her clit, the desperation in his words, and the sound of pleasure ripped from his throat all combined to drive her over the edge, her moans mingling with his; their orgasms subsiding as he collapsed into her embrace.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The Doctor returned to the bedroom with a glass of water and a small box, handing the glass to Rose before joining her between the sheets. She took a sip, her hair tangled and face still glowing; she looked thoroughly shagged, and the Doctor was quite proud of himself.
“I have one more gift for you,” he said, “I meant to give it to you earlier, but we got…distracted.” He handed her the long flat box.
Rose untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. “Oh, Doctor,” she sighed. Inside was a silver necklace, adorned with a rectangular pendant inlaid with diamonds and blue sapphires; there was no mistaking the design. “’s beautiful.”
“Like the sexy knickers, it’s a bit for both of us; you get to wear it, but when you do, I get to look at it and be reminded of all the places where I fell more and more in love with you. It will remind us both of what led us to this moment.”
She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and she pulled him in by his shoulder for a kiss. After, he gestured at the box, “Also, there’s a matching set of earrings.”
Rose had a look at those; long, dangly things that hung from her lobes to the tops of her shoulders, set with little blue sapphires. They were stunningly beautiful. “They’ll look lovely with that little black dress you always wear when you’re trying to seduce me on a night out,” he grinned.
“Is that you askin’ me for a night out?”
“I do believe it is; do you accept?”
“Yes.”
| Part 5 |
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Betas: None yet; my mistakes are my own. Britpicked by yumimum
Pairing: TenToo/Rose
Rating: M
Words: 1,829
Spoilers: Only the obvious, considering the pairing.
Notes: To see the negligee featured in this section, click here.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Rose and the Doctor returned to their flat at half past eight, stuffed from Christmas supper and seeing spots from Jackie’s incessant photo-taking.
“Did you see the look on Tony’s face when he opened the BuildyBlocks?” the Doctor enthused. He and Rose had picked them out together more than a week ago, and just as she had done at the store, she scoffed.
“I still say they’re Legos.”
“Interlocking blocks, Rose. Really, does the name matter?” he smiled.
“I s’pose not,” she said reluctantly. “He did seem to like them quite a lot.”
“And your mum loved your gift; I told you she would, didn’t I? I said, ‘Of course she’ll love it, Rose,’ didn’t I?”
“Yes Doctor,” she placated.
He continued, “Good on you for suggesting we test out the coffeemaker; I don’t think your dad would’ve accepted it without that little reassurance after the blender incident.”
“Well, it did destroy their cabinets,” she chuckled.
“Oi! I was still testing out my new sonic; the settings are bit different,” he crossed his arms in mock offense, “besides, I thought it was a lovely anniversary gift.”
“We still have a few prezzies here to open,” she says, giving him a tongue-touched smile and nodding toward their gift table.
“Are you telling me you got me more presents? You keep this up, Rose Tyler, and I’ll feel like a kept man. I’m not sure if I like that,” he grinned, clearly excited that there were more presents to come, “Actually, I have a few more for you, too,” he admitted.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The Doctor’s first gift to Rose was an ugly Christmas jumper. “Next year, we can match,” he smiles.
“Seriously?” she groaned. Maybe he was unaware that the only thing worse than one ugly Christmas jumper was a soppy couple in matching ugly Christmas jumpers.
“Of course I’m serious!” he said, “Well, as soon as I find mine; it seems to have gone missing again,” he eyed her with playful suspicion.
Rose reached for a small gift bag and handed it to him, “This one’s for you,” she grinned.
He smiled and reached in, pulling out a pair of barely-there knickers. He quirked an eyebrow, “Rose, they’re lovely, really…but I don’t think they’ll fit me. Moreover, I don’t think that I will fit them,” he winked.
“Now there’s a thought,” she bit her lip and waggled her eyebrows.
He tucks the skimpy knickers back into the bag, and hands her a flat, rectangular package. When she peels back the paper, she smiles. “Thought you’d never pay up,” she said softly. In her hands was a matted and framed ten-pound note from their home universe.
“You can’t spend it here, of course, but a bet is a bet.”
“’s better like this,” she smiled, and hugged it to herself, “Our first trip to the past, yeah? After…” she leaned over and palmed his cheek as she planted a kiss on his lips, “I say we hang it,” she paused to glance around the mostly-bare walls of their flat, “There,” she pointed to the spot between two windows. She set it aside and handed him another box; inside was another set of racy lingerie.
“I’m beginning to detect a pattern,” he grins, picking up another bag, “And what’s in here?” he grinned, reaching inside to discover a piece of white negligee with a matching pair of lacy knickers. He quirked an eyebrow. “Any chance I can convince you to put this on now?” he grinned.
“Well, it is your prezzie,” she says seductively, and plucks the clothing from his hand before disappearing into the bathroom. While inside, she primped her hair a bit, and checked in the full-length mirror to be sure her bum looked as good in this today as it had when she’d bought it.
When she returned to the sitting room, she couldn’t help but giggle. The Doctor had stripped down to his boxer-briefs and put on a piece of lacy black negligee. “Two can play this game, Rose,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, and sprawling out on the carpet in mock-seduction.
Rose laughed when he pulled the tie open, and sat up as he said, “Do you like my manly, hairy chest, Rose?”
She closed the distance between them, and knelt in his lap, a leg to either side of his hips. She pushed the negligee from his shoulders and whispered, “I love your manly hairy chest, Doctor.”
It was then that she rocked her hips into his, and he suddenly became very aware of the fine hairs on the fuzzy cuffs of her nightie as they brushed against his skin, and the way her hard nipples showed through the sheer fabric. He wiggled his arms to get the lacy dressing gown off of himself, and turned his face up in time for Rose to cover his lips with hers.
As her tongue slid past his lips and moved against his tongue, his hands moved lightly along the bare flesh of her torso, the soft fabric rasping softly over the backs of his hands. “Rose,” he whispered against her lips as he cupped her breasts. “You are, beautiful,” he sighed, taking in a deep breath to savor the smell of her. He moved his lips to her neck and slowly ran his tongue from her clavicle to her ear before pulling the lobe into his mouth and sucking, allowing the breath exhaled from his nose to tickle the little wisps of hair at her hairline. It made her body prickle with goose bumps, and she gasped.
He pulled away to look at her in the sexy outfit, “Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“I think I’d like to unwrap my present now.”
“That’s a very good idea,” she said, pressing herself against his growing erection.
He pulled her to himself and managed to get to his feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he supported her weight by cupping her bum; in that manner they moved toward the bedroom, and once inside, the Doctor dropped her onto the bed and covered her body with his own, kissing the valley between her breasts, and using his hands to push them together against his cheeks, nuzzling, kissing, and nipping at each one in turn as he rocked his hips slightly against the mattress.
After lavishing her breasts, his mouth covered hers and his hand slid between them to stroke her over her knickers. She whimpered and arched into his touch as he caressed her, the fabric soaking through with her need. He moved down the length of her body, leaving a trail of kisses from her clavicle to her navel. The Doctor pulled her panties off and settled himself between her legs, pressing teasingly light kisses to her inner thighs until she raked her hands into his hair and pulled his mouth to where she wanted it most.
The feel of his tongue against her and inside of her was divine. He used his tongue, his lips, and even his teeth in tandem until she was flushed and pink, whimpering and keening beneath him. “Doctor,” she sighed, as she felt the coil of pleasure low in her belly reach its limits.
He continued his rhythm and began to hum and growl against her flesh, the sound of his name on her lips nearly too much to bear, the knowledge that doing this would bring her off making his cock twitch and ache with desire.
She felt him groan against her again, and it was too much; she was awash in pleasure, hips struggling under his firm grip to buck harder against his mouth as he lapped at her. As she came down, and words returned to her, she sighed, “Doctor,” but before she could say anything more, he moved up her body and claimed her lips with his.
Rose moaned into his mouth and nipped at his lower lip, savoring the way their flavors mingled. He reached down and quickly positioned himself, thrusting deeply into her. He broke the kiss to let out a groan against her neck, nipping it before shifting his position so that he could hook her knees in the crooks of his elbows, shifting her body and allowing himself deeper.
She called out to him as he pushed further into her, rolling her hips to the rhythm he set for them. “Oh Doctor…” she breathed, “Harder. Please…” she gasped, “Harder.”
The Doctor obeyed, taking in the way she bit her lip, the way her brow furrowed, the way her breasts rocked with the motion he was creating. The sight of her beneath him was too much, and drove him nearly to the edge. He reached for her clit, rubbing circles against it. “Come for me, Rose, come for me. Please, come,” he said, his voice growing more and more ragged and breathless with every word as his muscles tensed. “I want to feel you come.” Her muscles clenched around him once, twice, and he gasped, “Oh…Rose…I’m going to…please…please come with me,” he gasped before his orgasm overtook him.
The feel of him inside of her, his thumb working her clit, the desperation in his words, and the sound of pleasure ripped from his throat all combined to drive her over the edge, her moans mingling with his; their orgasms subsiding as he collapsed into her embrace.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The Doctor returned to the bedroom with a glass of water and a small box, handing the glass to Rose before joining her between the sheets. She took a sip, her hair tangled and face still glowing; she looked thoroughly shagged, and the Doctor was quite proud of himself.
“I have one more gift for you,” he said, “I meant to give it to you earlier, but we got…distracted.” He handed her the long flat box.
Rose untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. “Oh, Doctor,” she sighed. Inside was a silver necklace, adorned with a rectangular pendant inlaid with diamonds and blue sapphires; there was no mistaking the design. “’s beautiful.”
“Like the sexy knickers, it’s a bit for both of us; you get to wear it, but when you do, I get to look at it and be reminded of all the places where I fell more and more in love with you. It will remind us both of what led us to this moment.”
She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and she pulled him in by his shoulder for a kiss. After, he gestured at the box, “Also, there’s a matching set of earrings.”
Rose had a look at those; long, dangly things that hung from her lobes to the tops of her shoulders, set with little blue sapphires. They were stunningly beautiful. “They’ll look lovely with that little black dress you always wear when you’re trying to seduce me on a night out,” he grinned.
“Is that you askin’ me for a night out?”
“I do believe it is; do you accept?”
“Yes.”
| Part 5 |