Beauty Rests
Title: Beauty Rests
Author: Cat Wojohowicz
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: R
Beta: lycanprincess
Summary: A seqal to In the Eye of the Beholder. Rose and the Doctor are both sick of where their relationship is at. Who will break first?
A/N: This is my first try at smut. Please be nice. Comments are love.
Time had passed slowly since their first kiss. Life was hectic as usual, saving lives, toppling governments, running for their lives, but the Doctor somehow always managed to find them a quiet moment and stolen kisses. Rose loved it, but couldn’t help longing for more every now and then. She felt greedy and selfish when the thoughts would cross her mind, but couldn’t help them, especially at night when he left her alone.
It had been a month and a half, linear time, since their first kiss when Rose felt she couldn’t take it anymore. She thought that she might have to jump the Doctor soon. But he beat her to the punch.
She had just said her good night to him, or rather, to his feet, as he was working under the console, and was heading down the hall to her bedroom. Suddenly, she became aware of a presence behind her, and started to spin, only to find herself trapped against the nearest wall and the Doctor’s lips hard on hers, his body pressing hard into her, some parts more insistently than others.
When he broke away from her, he rested his forehead against hers. She tried to ask him, “What are you doing?” but the only thing that came out was, “Wha-?”
“I can’t take it anymore,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I need-,” but he couldn’t seem to finish his thought.
“It’s okay,” she told him softly, her voice returned. “I do, too.”
He smiled, not the maniac smile that came when they had to run, or after they had just escaped danger by the skin of their teeth, but the tender smile reserved for her after they kissed, and took her hand, leading her away.
He stopped her at a plain wooden door, opening it and leading her in. It was his bedroom; beautiful in its simplicity; the walls were black, the large double bed was covered in a black duvet, the wardrobe was black, and there were a couple black leather chairs dotted about the room. The only colors in the room were a silver lamp, casting a low, white light around the space, and a skylight, or screen of some sort, over the bed which gave a view of the Vortex
Rose registered all this in the few seconds before the Doctor turned and kissed her hard again. He then pulled her away from the door and carefully slipped his hands under her top. She shuddered and arched into him as his fingers ran up her torso, then back down to grip the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head.
Before he could do anything else, she reached forward to push his jacket off. It slid down his arms and hit the floor, and her fingers were gripping the edge of his jumper and pulling up. His jumper gone, the pads of her fingers traced across his lean, wiry chest, through the smattering of hair there, and then following the line trailing down his stomach, ending at his navel and picking up on the other side.
Finally, her fingers hit the buttons at his pelvis, and she undid them one at a time, then pulled down his zip. Before she could lower his trousers, though, the Doctor gripped her hands, moving them away, and spun her around. He swiftly undid the clasp of her bra, then turned her back to face him. “Beautiful,” he whispered, “so beautiful.”
She blushed, and he smiled at her. She tried again for his trousers, and this time he let her take them off, his boxers coming along as well. For a moment, she was hit with a wash of doubts, the foremost of which was the fact that he was an alien; what if they weren’t compatible? Her fears, however, were unfounded, she learned as her eyes finally reached his cock. He was a couple inches longer than she was used to, and maybe half as thick again as anyone else in her relatively limited experience had been, but that shouldn’t be a problem she thought as her knickers dampened even more.
The Doctor stepped out of his trousers, boxers, boots, and socks in two steps, then deftly pulled Rose’s jeans and knickers off her, her feet already bare. Rose felt slightly nervous as his eyes slowly traveled up her body, but when they met hers, he smiled tenderly and pulled her in for another kiss, during which he backed her towards the bed.
He laid her back, their lips parting, and looked her over again. “Beautiful,” he reiterated, and Rose blushed again.
“I don’t think I can last,” he told her softly after a moment. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, I don’t think I can last either,” she replied just as softly.
She scooted back so she was lying completely on the bed, and the Doctor crawled over her. It was only seconds before she felt the head of his cock at her entrance, then he was pushing slowly inward, spreading and filling her beyond anything she had felt before. When he was fully sheathed inside her, he rested, letting her grow used to him, until she was bucking her hips up into his, then he began to move, slowly and softly at first, but gaining speed and power with every stoke.
He stopped gaining when he had reached a moderate pace, and his clever fingers sought out the bundle of nerves at the top of her folds. He began rubbing her in time to his strokes inside her, and Rose felt herself begin to rise faster than she ever thought possible.
She could feel the pressure as it built inside her, and wondered if she could just get him to go a little faster. Bucking up harder into him, she tried to tell him what she needed, and maybe he got it, or maybe she just snapped a little of his control, because he went a little faster, and she was spasming and clenching around him in a mind blowing orgasm.
As she came down, the Doctor began stroking harder and faster into her, until he was pounding his pelvis into her, and she was making little noises on each impact. Rose saw his face twist in concentration, and then he was coming, coating her insides in his cool seed, pounding erratically into her.
When he had finished, he collapsed onto her, and rolled them over quickly, his slowly softening cock still inside her.
It slipped out of her a minute later, and she rolled off him, tucking herself into his side. She didn’t tell him she loved him, and he didn’t say it, either. It hung in the air between them, because now was not the time; they had plenty of it, and for now they would just bask in the afterglow, forgetting that this would have to end, and too soon, just for a little while.
Author: Cat Wojohowicz
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: R
Beta: lycanprincess
Summary: A seqal to In the Eye of the Beholder. Rose and the Doctor are both sick of where their relationship is at. Who will break first?
A/N: This is my first try at smut. Please be nice. Comments are love.
Time had passed slowly since their first kiss. Life was hectic as usual, saving lives, toppling governments, running for their lives, but the Doctor somehow always managed to find them a quiet moment and stolen kisses. Rose loved it, but couldn’t help longing for more every now and then. She felt greedy and selfish when the thoughts would cross her mind, but couldn’t help them, especially at night when he left her alone.
It had been a month and a half, linear time, since their first kiss when Rose felt she couldn’t take it anymore. She thought that she might have to jump the Doctor soon. But he beat her to the punch.
She had just said her good night to him, or rather, to his feet, as he was working under the console, and was heading down the hall to her bedroom. Suddenly, she became aware of a presence behind her, and started to spin, only to find herself trapped against the nearest wall and the Doctor’s lips hard on hers, his body pressing hard into her, some parts more insistently than others.
When he broke away from her, he rested his forehead against hers. She tried to ask him, “What are you doing?” but the only thing that came out was, “Wha-?”
“I can’t take it anymore,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I need-,” but he couldn’t seem to finish his thought.
“It’s okay,” she told him softly, her voice returned. “I do, too.”
He smiled, not the maniac smile that came when they had to run, or after they had just escaped danger by the skin of their teeth, but the tender smile reserved for her after they kissed, and took her hand, leading her away.
He stopped her at a plain wooden door, opening it and leading her in. It was his bedroom; beautiful in its simplicity; the walls were black, the large double bed was covered in a black duvet, the wardrobe was black, and there were a couple black leather chairs dotted about the room. The only colors in the room were a silver lamp, casting a low, white light around the space, and a skylight, or screen of some sort, over the bed which gave a view of the Vortex
Rose registered all this in the few seconds before the Doctor turned and kissed her hard again. He then pulled her away from the door and carefully slipped his hands under her top. She shuddered and arched into him as his fingers ran up her torso, then back down to grip the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head.
Before he could do anything else, she reached forward to push his jacket off. It slid down his arms and hit the floor, and her fingers were gripping the edge of his jumper and pulling up. His jumper gone, the pads of her fingers traced across his lean, wiry chest, through the smattering of hair there, and then following the line trailing down his stomach, ending at his navel and picking up on the other side.
Finally, her fingers hit the buttons at his pelvis, and she undid them one at a time, then pulled down his zip. Before she could lower his trousers, though, the Doctor gripped her hands, moving them away, and spun her around. He swiftly undid the clasp of her bra, then turned her back to face him. “Beautiful,” he whispered, “so beautiful.”
She blushed, and he smiled at her. She tried again for his trousers, and this time he let her take them off, his boxers coming along as well. For a moment, she was hit with a wash of doubts, the foremost of which was the fact that he was an alien; what if they weren’t compatible? Her fears, however, were unfounded, she learned as her eyes finally reached his cock. He was a couple inches longer than she was used to, and maybe half as thick again as anyone else in her relatively limited experience had been, but that shouldn’t be a problem she thought as her knickers dampened even more.
The Doctor stepped out of his trousers, boxers, boots, and socks in two steps, then deftly pulled Rose’s jeans and knickers off her, her feet already bare. Rose felt slightly nervous as his eyes slowly traveled up her body, but when they met hers, he smiled tenderly and pulled her in for another kiss, during which he backed her towards the bed.
He laid her back, their lips parting, and looked her over again. “Beautiful,” he reiterated, and Rose blushed again.
“I don’t think I can last,” he told her softly after a moment. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, I don’t think I can last either,” she replied just as softly.
She scooted back so she was lying completely on the bed, and the Doctor crawled over her. It was only seconds before she felt the head of his cock at her entrance, then he was pushing slowly inward, spreading and filling her beyond anything she had felt before. When he was fully sheathed inside her, he rested, letting her grow used to him, until she was bucking her hips up into his, then he began to move, slowly and softly at first, but gaining speed and power with every stoke.
He stopped gaining when he had reached a moderate pace, and his clever fingers sought out the bundle of nerves at the top of her folds. He began rubbing her in time to his strokes inside her, and Rose felt herself begin to rise faster than she ever thought possible.
She could feel the pressure as it built inside her, and wondered if she could just get him to go a little faster. Bucking up harder into him, she tried to tell him what she needed, and maybe he got it, or maybe she just snapped a little of his control, because he went a little faster, and she was spasming and clenching around him in a mind blowing orgasm.
As she came down, the Doctor began stroking harder and faster into her, until he was pounding his pelvis into her, and she was making little noises on each impact. Rose saw his face twist in concentration, and then he was coming, coating her insides in his cool seed, pounding erratically into her.
When he had finished, he collapsed onto her, and rolled them over quickly, his slowly softening cock still inside her.
It slipped out of her a minute later, and she rolled off him, tucking herself into his side. She didn’t tell him she loved him, and he didn’t say it, either. It hung in the air between them, because now was not the time; they had plenty of it, and for now they would just bask in the afterglow, forgetting that this would have to end, and too soon, just for a little while.