DW Fic: Time Lord Kisses
title Time Lord Kisses
author charlottetrips
pairing 10/Rose
rating & word-count bare R, 389
genre romance
summary Kissing a Time Lord is a bit different. For the current challenge at who_contest
His dark gaze makes your skin tingle and your blood burn. He’s looking at you as if you’re the key to his soul, the threshold of eternity and you think that maybe you can be. For him.
He steps closer, his tall frame towering over you, his presence overwhelming. His hands come up slowly, so slowly to wrap themselves around you, pulling you closer to his body. You follow the gentle pressure and feel yourself enveloped in heat and so much feeling.
You haven’t touched anyone in what seems like years and here you are, encompassed in the one embrace you thought you’d never get to experience again. His nose is buried in your hair and your face is against his neck. You’re holding back tears and trying to inhale the essence of him. He’s squeezing you so hard that you feel you’ll explode into a new person, a new being, one who didn’t have to travel the universes just to get here, one who didn’t have to give up one year of her life each time she jumped.
You don’t know when this embrace changes. Your breath catches and you hold yourself still, not wanting to break whatever spell it is he’s found himself in. His hands have moved lower, stopping just where your lower back ends, the edges of his fingers trailing under your shirt. His lips have followed his nose and are gently nuzzling your neck, trailing up towards your ear.
You tip your head back, helpless against the soft caresses. He seems intent on just exploring your neck, learning the contours of your skin with his lips and-you gasp-with his tongue. His fingers have now moved under your shirt and that blue leather jacket and are splayed out against your hot skin. You want his hands to imprint themselves on you.
Your own hands move up on their own accord, fingers losing themselves in his soft thick hair, massaging his scalp. A pleased groan escapes his lips. You clench your legs against the sound. He pushes against you, seeking friction and you oblige, your body thrumming with electricity, more turned on then you’ve ever been
And you realize that you haven’t even kissed but that it doesn’t even matter because he’s here in your mind and it’s so much more than you expected.
author charlottetrips
pairing 10/Rose
rating & word-count bare R, 389
genre romance
summary Kissing a Time Lord is a bit different. For the current challenge at who_contest
His dark gaze makes your skin tingle and your blood burn. He’s looking at you as if you’re the key to his soul, the threshold of eternity and you think that maybe you can be. For him.
He steps closer, his tall frame towering over you, his presence overwhelming. His hands come up slowly, so slowly to wrap themselves around you, pulling you closer to his body. You follow the gentle pressure and feel yourself enveloped in heat and so much feeling.
You haven’t touched anyone in what seems like years and here you are, encompassed in the one embrace you thought you’d never get to experience again. His nose is buried in your hair and your face is against his neck. You’re holding back tears and trying to inhale the essence of him. He’s squeezing you so hard that you feel you’ll explode into a new person, a new being, one who didn’t have to travel the universes just to get here, one who didn’t have to give up one year of her life each time she jumped.
You don’t know when this embrace changes. Your breath catches and you hold yourself still, not wanting to break whatever spell it is he’s found himself in. His hands have moved lower, stopping just where your lower back ends, the edges of his fingers trailing under your shirt. His lips have followed his nose and are gently nuzzling your neck, trailing up towards your ear.
You tip your head back, helpless against the soft caresses. He seems intent on just exploring your neck, learning the contours of your skin with his lips and-you gasp-with his tongue. His fingers have now moved under your shirt and that blue leather jacket and are splayed out against your hot skin. You want his hands to imprint themselves on you.
Your own hands move up on their own accord, fingers losing themselves in his soft thick hair, massaging his scalp. A pleased groan escapes his lips. You clench your legs against the sound. He pushes against you, seeking friction and you oblige, your body thrumming with electricity, more turned on then you’ve ever been
And you realize that you haven’t even kissed but that it doesn’t even matter because he’s here in your mind and it’s so much more than you expected.