Four Drabbles
Four untitled drabbles.
All Doctor/Rose
All adult
Watching as...
Hard edges of youth fade to the curves of womanhood. Eyes go from bright with wonder to alive with curiosity. Hands roughened by work grow strong as she holds his in hers.
Her voice, once brash, now calms him, recenters him. Reminds him of important things.
Her body, once untouched, he lays claim to. Long nights when they move together in the dark and she cries his name over and over and over again.
Her mind - once unchallenged, now thinks in ways his doesn't. They arrive at the same conclusions, but come by different routes.
Rose in bloom.
**
His hands feel so different. They used to be thick, wide. The strength in those hands as they brought her to orgasm made her feel safe as she came back down. The gruff voice easing her through, like schnapps in cocoa. And when he was inside of her... the strength and the power. Deliberate, like he'd chosen to be there and would remain.
Now, his hands are slim, quick. Driving her to her peak relentlessly and talking, always talking, challenging her to give more, to take more. Never letting her be comfortable. That quick tongue deep inside of her flicking and pressing and making stars cross behind her eyes.
She doesn't like it... but sometimes she wonders what he'll be like next.
**
She wakes to fingers inside of her, sliding in and out so smoothly she can tell she's been well prepared. The Doctor adjusts her leg, pulling it back over his hip and the angle is delicious. She arches against him and begs for more.
He whispers against her throat - promises, always promises. Reminds her that he's still here, that he's not going anywhere.
She wants to remind him that she believes him... but she's a little bit busy waking the neighbors.
**
There comes a day when her body changes. When her belly swells and her feet swell and discomfort sets in like a cloak. Rose begins to waddle, like she's made fun of pregnant women for waddling all of her life. She feels this is some great cosmic joke. Perhaps if she hadn't been quite so... callous as a teenager, she might still be able to stride or sashay. For now, she waddles.
The Doctor doesn't say anything, but she does notice that sometimes, his eyes follow her rear bumper. Pregnancy is doing wonderful things for her ass.
...If she could just get rid of the waddle, she'd be happy.
All Doctor/Rose
All adult
Watching as...
Hard edges of youth fade to the curves of womanhood. Eyes go from bright with wonder to alive with curiosity. Hands roughened by work grow strong as she holds his in hers.
Her voice, once brash, now calms him, recenters him. Reminds him of important things.
Her body, once untouched, he lays claim to. Long nights when they move together in the dark and she cries his name over and over and over again.
Her mind - once unchallenged, now thinks in ways his doesn't. They arrive at the same conclusions, but come by different routes.
Rose in bloom.
**
His hands feel so different. They used to be thick, wide. The strength in those hands as they brought her to orgasm made her feel safe as she came back down. The gruff voice easing her through, like schnapps in cocoa. And when he was inside of her... the strength and the power. Deliberate, like he'd chosen to be there and would remain.
Now, his hands are slim, quick. Driving her to her peak relentlessly and talking, always talking, challenging her to give more, to take more. Never letting her be comfortable. That quick tongue deep inside of her flicking and pressing and making stars cross behind her eyes.
She doesn't like it... but sometimes she wonders what he'll be like next.
**
She wakes to fingers inside of her, sliding in and out so smoothly she can tell she's been well prepared. The Doctor adjusts her leg, pulling it back over his hip and the angle is delicious. She arches against him and begs for more.
He whispers against her throat - promises, always promises. Reminds her that he's still here, that he's not going anywhere.
She wants to remind him that she believes him... but she's a little bit busy waking the neighbors.
**
There comes a day when her body changes. When her belly swells and her feet swell and discomfort sets in like a cloak. Rose begins to waddle, like she's made fun of pregnant women for waddling all of her life. She feels this is some great cosmic joke. Perhaps if she hadn't been quite so... callous as a teenager, she might still be able to stride or sashay. For now, she waddles.
The Doctor doesn't say anything, but she does notice that sometimes, his eyes follow her rear bumper. Pregnancy is doing wonderful things for her ass.
...If she could just get rid of the waddle, she'd be happy.