Oh, my goodness.
Um, amberfocus? I finished your present. I think I might've gotten a little carried away.
Warning: Do not click on the cut unless you like Nine/Rose and are above eighteen and not related to me in any way. Please.
Title: The Lesson
Author: Some version of me.
Rating: Oh, so very NC-17!
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose (to the max) with appearances by Jack, a prettyboy, and a beleaguered stylist
Genre: Smuuuuut!
Summary: Rose never did get her A-Levels. Sometimes, she needs to be taught a little lesson.
Note: Written for amberfocus because I made her a deal. Lesson learned: never bet against her being able to crank out another chapter in 24 hours. Un-betaed because I might've lost my nerve otherwise. If you catch any egregious errors, please let me know.
The Doctor was dripping orange slime, and the Prefect simply would not shut up.
“. . . and thanks to your bravery, our people have been saved from the man-eating plants of X’ppll. There is nothing I could say that could possibly express the depth of our gratitude properly . . .”
“Not that it’ll stop him from trying,” muttered Jack, who was also sporting a few blotches of orange slime here and there.
Rose, dusted with a good bit of soil and pollen, but no slime, fought to contain her laughter. The Doctor had that look he always got when he’d taken a blow to his dignity, and she couldn’t help but find it--well, cute.
“. . . but I have carried on too long already,” the Prefect finally said in a classic case of understatement. “We have taken the liberty of arranging a grand ball in your honor, and the Emperor himself has offered you accommodations in the royal palace. If you will accompany me, I will take you to the palace, where your every comfort and need shall be seen to until the ball tonight.”
“Thank you,” said the Doctor with a stiff smile as Rose and Jack traded a look. No doubt they were in for another of the Prefect’s monologues all the way to the palace.
“There is no need for the Prefect’s august presence,” interjected Captain Eirek, whose team of crack pilots had been invaluable in carrying out the Doctor’s plan. “My men and women are eager to give the Doctor, Lady Rose and Captain Harkness a proper escort. If, of course, it is acceptable?”
“Entirely,” said the Doctor with a slightly-less-stiff smile. Captain Eirek was impossibly good-looking on a par with Jack--though more of the blond-haired, green-eyed variety--but he’d also proved himself to be courageous, intelligent and resourceful. All that aside, his escort meant the trip would be short and blessedly free of politicians.
“Excellent, then.” Captain Eirek offered Rose his arm. “Lady Rose, may I escort you to my ship?”
Rose favored him with a bright smile. “I’d be honored, Captain.”
He gave her an equally-blinding smile. “Please, my lady, call me Eirek.”
“Only if you call me Rose.” She took his arm and pretended she couldn’t feel the Doctor’s glare drilling a hole through her back.
This was going to be fun.
***
A few hours later, after a positively delicious bath and a good deal of pampering by the palace ladies, Rose found herself in the middle of a consultation with the Empress’s personal stylist, and also in the most gorgeous lingerie she’d ever seen. The corset was made of navy silk, delicately patterned and designed to lift and separate. The knickers were of the same fabric, edged with lace and tied at either side with tiny ribbons. And then there was the suspender belt and stockings. Rose had always wanted to try stockings with suspenders, but she never had. Looking in the mirror, she couldn’t understand why she’d waited so long.
The stylist, Madame Kaori, watched as her assistant took Rose’s measurements with the corset.
“Green, I think, to bring out your eyes,” she mused. “Dark green. You have lovely shoulders, so I think we’ll leave those bare. I have a few gowns that might do.”
“Fine by me,” said Rose distractedly, wondering just how many more measurements the assistant was going to take.
“Good, then. I will be back shortly with the gowns, so please don’t take off the corset.” Madame Kaori crooked a finger at her assistant, who heeled like a well-trained hound, and the two left Rose alone in the luxurious bedroom she’d been given.
Rose barely had a chance to appreciate it before there was another knock on the door. She looked around for a dressing gown, but the one she’d worn earlier had disappeared sometime between her bath and the end of Madame Kaori’s consultation. She gave up on it and opened the door a crack.
A servant girl stood timidly outside, carrying an armful of neatly-folded clothes. “Excuse me, Lady, but the Doctor said his clothing was to be delivered here after it was cleaned.”
Oh, that’s subtle, Rose thought, and suppressed a wicked grin. He’d been assigned a room of his own, and this was, doubtless, his way of staking his territory. “Thanks. I’ll take it.”
She laughed a little as she set the pile of clothes down on the bed. He really had looked a sight, with that orange sludge everywhere. It had even dyed his skin, which was why he was still bathing, no doubt. Still, it looked like the laundry staff had done a marvelous job of getting it out of his clothes, including his leather jacket.
Though it was a hot day, inside the ancient walls of the palace, it was quite cool. A bit too cool, actually, Rose thought as goosebumps rose on her skin. She picked up the leather jacket and put it on in lieu of anything else to wear. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and relaxed, lying back and mindlessly contemplating the chandelier.
Presently, there was another knock at the door. Rose sighed and lifted herself on her arms a little. “Come in,” she said, expecting Madame Kaori and her retinue.
Instead, the Doctor, wearing only a dressing gown, entered. Rose started in surprise, self-consciously tucking the leather jacket around her.
The Doctor’s eyes darkened. “Expecting someone else, were you?”
It belatedly occurred to Rose what it must have looked like to the Doctor: her relaxing on the bed in lingerie and his jacket, apparently expecting someone other than him to come through her door.
She couldn’t have planned it better.
“I was, actually,” she said saucily, leaning back on her arms again, crossing her legs and letting the jacket fall open.
“And who might that have been?” He entered fully, closing the door behind him. His eyes had darkened further, and he was positively oozing danger. Rose felt her pulse quicken and her knickers grow damp.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she taunted.
In an instant, he was leaning over her, his hands on her thighs. “It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Rose Tyler.”
“That’s Lady Rose.” Her voice sounded suddenly breathy to her own ears.
“You let that pretty-boy Captain Eirek call you Rose,” the Doctor murmured in her ear, his breath stirring her hair. “Do you need me to remind you whom you belong to?”
She couldn’t answer, as one of his hands had skated to the inside of her left thigh and was forcing her legs apart. Then he traced the suspenders up to the belt, and his hands slid along her skin to the silk of her corset, spanning her ribcage.
“I think I do need to remind you,” he went on, hands smoothing up to cup her breasts. “You need to remember something every time you think of flirting with another man.”
“What’s that?” Rose managed as his long fingers traced the flesh exposed above the corset.
“That I’m the only man who can make you feel like this.” His hands slipped down again, this time to the ribbons holding her knickers in place. “Only I can give you this kind of pleasure, Rose.” The ribbons were deftly undone, and her knickers were gone. “Only I’m allowed to touch you like this.”
His fingers stroked her sensitive flesh lightly, and she gasped, her head falling back. The fingers stroked again, this time going deeper into her slick center.
“Look at me, Rose.” It was a command. She was unable to refuse him. As she met his eyes, he thrust two fingers into her.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
He smiled slowly, wickedly. “That’s more like it. Remember this next time some pretty male catches your eye.”
He bent his head, and as his cool mouth touched her heated sex, her arms gave out entirely, and she fell back onto the bed.
There was no more coherent thought left in her mind as his tongue slid into her, seeking out the places he knew all too well. He never gave her a chance to adjust to any one thing he was doing; teasing her with the tip of his tongue one moment, a hard suck the next, lightly nipping at her before circling her clit with his tongue, and all the time, his fingers moved rhythmically, seeking out all the places he’d found within her . . .
He brought her to the very edge, then backed off and let her come down, then eased her back upward, only to stop just shy of sending her over before starting up yet again. She whimpered and cried and moaned, begging him for release, promising him anything and everything, swearing she was his, only his--
Her orgasm hit with the force of a thunderstorm, and she shrieked her release to the universe, not caring who heard her. Wave after wave washed over her before her body finally calmed. The Doctor dragged his tongue slowly through her over-sensitive sex one last time before standing and shedding his robe.
“Oh, God, yes,” Rose heard her own voice say, and then he was buried within her, driving hard toward his release. She locked her legs around him, urging him on with filthy promises, demanding deeper, harder, faster--and he gave it to her. And it felt oh, so fantastic.
Another spasm shook her, and she felt him suddenly stiffen, gasping out her name at his own completion.
For a few minutes, they rested together, catching their breath as three hearts thudded between them. Rose reached up and caressed his face and neck with a tenderness that belied her earlier insouciance.
“I trust you’ll remember this lesson?” the Doctor said at length.
She chuckled huskily. “Dunno. Never did get my A-Levels, after all.”
The Doctor tsked. “Might have to repeat a class or two.”
“Might have to, at that.”
He stood, pulling free of her, and fetched his robe. She sat up, grinning as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Still wearing the corset, stockings and the Doctor’s jacket, sans knickers, hair disheveled and flushed with exertion--her mother would not be proud.
One of the Doctor’s hands caught her chin, and he kissed her gently. “Lady Rose, you look beautiful.”
“Not so sure I look like a lady,” she said, not minding at all.
“You always look like a lady to me.” His thumb stroked her lower lip, and then he moved away from her to pick up his clothes. “Keep the jacket. I’ll see you at the ball tonight. Don’t let me catch you being bad.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She grinned wickedly as the Doctor opened the door to leave.
Madame Kaori and her assistants stood just outside. “If you’re quite finished with Lady Rose, Doctor, I’d like to get her dress fitted now,” the stylist said stiffly.
The Doctor gave her a cheeky grin. “Done for now. Carry on!”
With that, he was gone, and Madame Kaori swept into the room. Rose flushed deeply, bending to pick up her knickers. “Um, sorry ‘bout that.”
“Please, my lady. It’s hardly the first time this has happened, and it won’t be the last.” Rose thought she caught a hint of a twinkle in the stylist’s eye. “Get cleaned up, and then we’ll get you into a ball gown.”
***
Rose, resplendent in emerald-green silk, was the belle of the ball that night. Much to her own shock, she was perfectly well-behaved; but that was largely because early on, she caught the Doctor flirting with one of the princesses. After the ball, back in their bedroom, she was forced to be very stern with him about that. Thus, both of them were happy.
As was Captain Eirek, who spent the night with Jack.
Warning: Do not click on the cut unless you like Nine/Rose and are above eighteen and not related to me in any way. Please.
Title: The Lesson
Author: Some version of me.
Rating: Oh, so very NC-17!
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose (to the max) with appearances by Jack, a prettyboy, and a beleaguered stylist
Genre: Smuuuuut!
Summary: Rose never did get her A-Levels. Sometimes, she needs to be taught a little lesson.
Note: Written for amberfocus because I made her a deal. Lesson learned: never bet against her being able to crank out another chapter in 24 hours. Un-betaed because I might've lost my nerve otherwise. If you catch any egregious errors, please let me know.
The Doctor was dripping orange slime, and the Prefect simply would not shut up.
“. . . and thanks to your bravery, our people have been saved from the man-eating plants of X’ppll. There is nothing I could say that could possibly express the depth of our gratitude properly . . .”
“Not that it’ll stop him from trying,” muttered Jack, who was also sporting a few blotches of orange slime here and there.
Rose, dusted with a good bit of soil and pollen, but no slime, fought to contain her laughter. The Doctor had that look he always got when he’d taken a blow to his dignity, and she couldn’t help but find it--well, cute.
“. . . but I have carried on too long already,” the Prefect finally said in a classic case of understatement. “We have taken the liberty of arranging a grand ball in your honor, and the Emperor himself has offered you accommodations in the royal palace. If you will accompany me, I will take you to the palace, where your every comfort and need shall be seen to until the ball tonight.”
“Thank you,” said the Doctor with a stiff smile as Rose and Jack traded a look. No doubt they were in for another of the Prefect’s monologues all the way to the palace.
“There is no need for the Prefect’s august presence,” interjected Captain Eirek, whose team of crack pilots had been invaluable in carrying out the Doctor’s plan. “My men and women are eager to give the Doctor, Lady Rose and Captain Harkness a proper escort. If, of course, it is acceptable?”
“Entirely,” said the Doctor with a slightly-less-stiff smile. Captain Eirek was impossibly good-looking on a par with Jack--though more of the blond-haired, green-eyed variety--but he’d also proved himself to be courageous, intelligent and resourceful. All that aside, his escort meant the trip would be short and blessedly free of politicians.
“Excellent, then.” Captain Eirek offered Rose his arm. “Lady Rose, may I escort you to my ship?”
Rose favored him with a bright smile. “I’d be honored, Captain.”
He gave her an equally-blinding smile. “Please, my lady, call me Eirek.”
“Only if you call me Rose.” She took his arm and pretended she couldn’t feel the Doctor’s glare drilling a hole through her back.
This was going to be fun.
***
A few hours later, after a positively delicious bath and a good deal of pampering by the palace ladies, Rose found herself in the middle of a consultation with the Empress’s personal stylist, and also in the most gorgeous lingerie she’d ever seen. The corset was made of navy silk, delicately patterned and designed to lift and separate. The knickers were of the same fabric, edged with lace and tied at either side with tiny ribbons. And then there was the suspender belt and stockings. Rose had always wanted to try stockings with suspenders, but she never had. Looking in the mirror, she couldn’t understand why she’d waited so long.
The stylist, Madame Kaori, watched as her assistant took Rose’s measurements with the corset.
“Green, I think, to bring out your eyes,” she mused. “Dark green. You have lovely shoulders, so I think we’ll leave those bare. I have a few gowns that might do.”
“Fine by me,” said Rose distractedly, wondering just how many more measurements the assistant was going to take.
“Good, then. I will be back shortly with the gowns, so please don’t take off the corset.” Madame Kaori crooked a finger at her assistant, who heeled like a well-trained hound, and the two left Rose alone in the luxurious bedroom she’d been given.
Rose barely had a chance to appreciate it before there was another knock on the door. She looked around for a dressing gown, but the one she’d worn earlier had disappeared sometime between her bath and the end of Madame Kaori’s consultation. She gave up on it and opened the door a crack.
A servant girl stood timidly outside, carrying an armful of neatly-folded clothes. “Excuse me, Lady, but the Doctor said his clothing was to be delivered here after it was cleaned.”
Oh, that’s subtle, Rose thought, and suppressed a wicked grin. He’d been assigned a room of his own, and this was, doubtless, his way of staking his territory. “Thanks. I’ll take it.”
She laughed a little as she set the pile of clothes down on the bed. He really had looked a sight, with that orange sludge everywhere. It had even dyed his skin, which was why he was still bathing, no doubt. Still, it looked like the laundry staff had done a marvelous job of getting it out of his clothes, including his leather jacket.
Though it was a hot day, inside the ancient walls of the palace, it was quite cool. A bit too cool, actually, Rose thought as goosebumps rose on her skin. She picked up the leather jacket and put it on in lieu of anything else to wear. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and relaxed, lying back and mindlessly contemplating the chandelier.
Presently, there was another knock at the door. Rose sighed and lifted herself on her arms a little. “Come in,” she said, expecting Madame Kaori and her retinue.
Instead, the Doctor, wearing only a dressing gown, entered. Rose started in surprise, self-consciously tucking the leather jacket around her.
The Doctor’s eyes darkened. “Expecting someone else, were you?”
It belatedly occurred to Rose what it must have looked like to the Doctor: her relaxing on the bed in lingerie and his jacket, apparently expecting someone other than him to come through her door.
She couldn’t have planned it better.
“I was, actually,” she said saucily, leaning back on her arms again, crossing her legs and letting the jacket fall open.
“And who might that have been?” He entered fully, closing the door behind him. His eyes had darkened further, and he was positively oozing danger. Rose felt her pulse quicken and her knickers grow damp.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she taunted.
In an instant, he was leaning over her, his hands on her thighs. “It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Rose Tyler.”
“That’s Lady Rose.” Her voice sounded suddenly breathy to her own ears.
“You let that pretty-boy Captain Eirek call you Rose,” the Doctor murmured in her ear, his breath stirring her hair. “Do you need me to remind you whom you belong to?”
She couldn’t answer, as one of his hands had skated to the inside of her left thigh and was forcing her legs apart. Then he traced the suspenders up to the belt, and his hands slid along her skin to the silk of her corset, spanning her ribcage.
“I think I do need to remind you,” he went on, hands smoothing up to cup her breasts. “You need to remember something every time you think of flirting with another man.”
“What’s that?” Rose managed as his long fingers traced the flesh exposed above the corset.
“That I’m the only man who can make you feel like this.” His hands slipped down again, this time to the ribbons holding her knickers in place. “Only I can give you this kind of pleasure, Rose.” The ribbons were deftly undone, and her knickers were gone. “Only I’m allowed to touch you like this.”
His fingers stroked her sensitive flesh lightly, and she gasped, her head falling back. The fingers stroked again, this time going deeper into her slick center.
“Look at me, Rose.” It was a command. She was unable to refuse him. As she met his eyes, he thrust two fingers into her.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
He smiled slowly, wickedly. “That’s more like it. Remember this next time some pretty male catches your eye.”
He bent his head, and as his cool mouth touched her heated sex, her arms gave out entirely, and she fell back onto the bed.
There was no more coherent thought left in her mind as his tongue slid into her, seeking out the places he knew all too well. He never gave her a chance to adjust to any one thing he was doing; teasing her with the tip of his tongue one moment, a hard suck the next, lightly nipping at her before circling her clit with his tongue, and all the time, his fingers moved rhythmically, seeking out all the places he’d found within her . . .
He brought her to the very edge, then backed off and let her come down, then eased her back upward, only to stop just shy of sending her over before starting up yet again. She whimpered and cried and moaned, begging him for release, promising him anything and everything, swearing she was his, only his--
Her orgasm hit with the force of a thunderstorm, and she shrieked her release to the universe, not caring who heard her. Wave after wave washed over her before her body finally calmed. The Doctor dragged his tongue slowly through her over-sensitive sex one last time before standing and shedding his robe.
“Oh, God, yes,” Rose heard her own voice say, and then he was buried within her, driving hard toward his release. She locked her legs around him, urging him on with filthy promises, demanding deeper, harder, faster--and he gave it to her. And it felt oh, so fantastic.
Another spasm shook her, and she felt him suddenly stiffen, gasping out her name at his own completion.
For a few minutes, they rested together, catching their breath as three hearts thudded between them. Rose reached up and caressed his face and neck with a tenderness that belied her earlier insouciance.
“I trust you’ll remember this lesson?” the Doctor said at length.
She chuckled huskily. “Dunno. Never did get my A-Levels, after all.”
The Doctor tsked. “Might have to repeat a class or two.”
“Might have to, at that.”
He stood, pulling free of her, and fetched his robe. She sat up, grinning as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Still wearing the corset, stockings and the Doctor’s jacket, sans knickers, hair disheveled and flushed with exertion--her mother would not be proud.
One of the Doctor’s hands caught her chin, and he kissed her gently. “Lady Rose, you look beautiful.”
“Not so sure I look like a lady,” she said, not minding at all.
“You always look like a lady to me.” His thumb stroked her lower lip, and then he moved away from her to pick up his clothes. “Keep the jacket. I’ll see you at the ball tonight. Don’t let me catch you being bad.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She grinned wickedly as the Doctor opened the door to leave.
Madame Kaori and her assistants stood just outside. “If you’re quite finished with Lady Rose, Doctor, I’d like to get her dress fitted now,” the stylist said stiffly.
The Doctor gave her a cheeky grin. “Done for now. Carry on!”
With that, he was gone, and Madame Kaori swept into the room. Rose flushed deeply, bending to pick up her knickers. “Um, sorry ‘bout that.”
“Please, my lady. It’s hardly the first time this has happened, and it won’t be the last.” Rose thought she caught a hint of a twinkle in the stylist’s eye. “Get cleaned up, and then we’ll get you into a ball gown.”
***
Rose, resplendent in emerald-green silk, was the belle of the ball that night. Much to her own shock, she was perfectly well-behaved; but that was largely because early on, she caught the Doctor flirting with one of the princesses. After the ball, back in their bedroom, she was forced to be very stern with him about that. Thus, both of them were happy.
As was Captain Eirek, who spent the night with Jack.