Commentary: I Will Not Fuck The Teacher
At the request of debs7, this is the commentary for I Will Not Fuck the Teacher.
In its original form, it was beta-read by jaradel, editrx, and plaid_slytherin.
It was inspired by a line in the_tenzo's fabulous fic, Xenohorticulture and You.
The fic and the commentary are rated Adult.
I Will Not Fuck The Teacher
"So, I was thinking," Rose said, playing with one of the knobs on the TARDIS console in a way that was terribly distracting to the Doctor. "You were awfully hot today." Please to be ignoring that this fic starts out in one POV and then switches for the rest of it. Kthxbai.
"On the contrary," the Doctor said, flipping a page in his book and making a mark on the paper he was grading as part of his undercover identity as a teacher, "I was at a comfortable temperature all day. I'll say this for the school -- they are remarkably skilled at climate control. Not physics, mind. But they do what they can with their poor 21st century brains." The Doctor is distracted by trying to grade papers and not jump Rose. Poor woobie. His life inside my brain is so hard.
Rose fought the urge to strike him, which often happened when he was being particularly obtuse. "Doctor?"
"Hmm?"
"What century and planet am I from?"
"Earth, 21st century. Rose, if you're suffering from amnesia--"
"What does 'hot' mean in 21st century slang?"
The Doctor's eyebrows raised. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" He beamed at her and cocked his head to the side. "Well, thank you." Ladies. Can you not SEE David Tennant doing this? Who, me? Attractive? Well, now that you mention it...
Rose coughed and avoided his eyes, not sure how to phrase her next question. "You know how, earlier... you told me some stuff about what you liked and everything else and I didn't laugh and I even wore that pink cowboy hat with the silver thong?" she ventured shyly. This is a funny line, but if I can venture to be Thinky Thoughtesque about this story -- the underlying message of what makes this ridiculous game fun, sexy and hot is that they trust each other enough to be open with their desires and fantasies with each other.
The Doctor's mouth dropped open and he closed his book. "I recall." The Doctor recalls. Very, very clearly. (And no, I am not writing the fic about Rose wearing a cowboy hat and a silver thong. Sorry, gay-for-Bills on my flist! And I am among you. Just... no.)
"I was wondering if we could --"
"Rose Tyler, do you have a sex fantasy you haven't told me about?" The Doctor interrupted, leaning forward and placing his book beside him on the jumpseat. He's intrigued. And of course, ready to help in any way that he can. This is the upside to his openness to new experiences.
Rose blushed under his intense scrutiny. "Well, it just sort of -- well, it came to me."
"Oh?" The Doctor took off his glasses and tucked them in his breast pocket. "Let's have it, then." My sexy glasses? I takes them off for our srs bzness.
Rose wiped her hands on her jeans and worried her teeth against her bottom lip. She was sweating a bit, feeling more than a little silly and nervous. "Okay. It goes like this. I used to have this really hot teacher. Year ten, actually. It was really, really hard to concentrate in maths. Long legs, tailored suits, gorgeous hands... Shareen used to go mad for his hands." *coughs* For me? It was my Junior year English teacher. My God, y'all. You don't have to be hot to get my attention. Just talk intelligently for 5 or 6 minutes about literature. Then you can get in my pants.
He quirked an eyebrow. "I'm not pretending to be your year ten maths teacher, Rose." That's a little too weird for the Doctor. Although I don't know why...
"No!" Rose laughed. "He used to have this ruler that he'd slap against his open palm. And... well, it's just... I've always had this lingering fantasy of getting called to a private detention after and... I was wondering if you might -- you know. Want to play a bit of a game. Tonight. If you're not busy. I know you've got loads to do and..." It's not that Rose expects him to laugh at her, it's more that this is a very private fantasy. She's doing that... rapid back-pedaling thing we all do when we realize we've exposed ourselves a bit more than we anticipated.
The Doctor grinned slowly. "I... could be persuaded. If you want to play this fantasy out, you're hardly dressed appropriately. I think you'll find what you need in the wardrobe room."If you like this line, please thank Jaradel. I am not going to tell you what was originally here, just... thank Jaradel.
This incarnation of him is horny, Rose thought with a grin as she made her way through the TARDIS to the wardrobe room. Her other Doctor wouldn't have stopped to make love or play a silly game. Or maybe he would have and she'd never given him the chance. After they'd come so close to losing each other, Rose found herself being more honest, asking for what she really wanted, and was constantly surprised at how much the Doctor was willing to give. It's not that, I think as so many OTPers think, the Doctor would do anything for Rose. You can say that about someone but you rarely really mean it. And thank God, otherwise everyone in love would go drunk with power. It's more that the Doctor and Rose both just genuinely want to make each other happy -- whether that's pretending to be a naughty school girl and a stern schoolmaster, or getting banana ice cream, they just genuinely want to make each other happy.
The wardrobe room was immense, and Rose thought for a moment that she'd never find what the Doctor thought she would need. Off in the corner she spotted a row of pleated tartan skirts and stiff white cotton shirts. Selecting a short green tartan skirt that covered her arse more as an afterthought than as its actual mission when she slipped it on -- it just barely grazed the top of her thighs -- she twirled a bit, laughing as the skirt flared out. She bent over and, winking at her own reflection in the mirror, slipped out of her knickers, and then pulled on knee-high white socks and black Mary Janes. She left her white collared shirt unbuttoned, so that the top of her black bra was exposed just enough to hint at lace. She tried fluffing her hair with her hands but ultimately decided to go for the cliched route and fixed it into two messy pigtails. She did a quick check of her make-up and bounced a little on her heels. Her heart pounded in her chest and her palms grew a little bit sweaty. I write a LOT about Rose dressing up -- I'm thinking of "Leather and Lace", and one I'm working on now that y'all don't have access to called "Playing Dress-Up", which is about Rose wearing one of the Doctor's shirts. I'd like to say there's a thinky-thought reason for this. The fact of the matter is that -- I like the idea. My kinkness, it shows...
It wasn't that she was scared. This was her fantasy, after all, and she trusted the Doctor completely. It was just that they hadn't done something like this before. They'd played with toys and done a little roleplay, but...Well, of course they have. I don't think this is the first time the Doctor and Rose have done something a little off the beaten path, sexually. I like writing established relationship fics because I don't have to get them to this point. I just can just say, here it is, and you have to buy it. Because I'm the author! BUWAHAHAHAH! Ahem.
She pushed the door of the library open.
"Ah, there you are Miss Tyler, I've been expecting you," the Doctor said, from behind a desk. Rose looked around in astonishment. He'd managed to set up something closely resembling a classroom, with a large teacher's desk at one end, and three student-sized desks arranged in a neat row behind a chalk board. Sex fantasies: they are srs bzness.
In large, block letters, he had written a single sentence.
I WILL NOT FUCK THE TEACHER. Oh yes, yes you will...
"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Smith," Rose said demurely, selecting one of the seats and sitting as primly as she could in it. "I got delayed after gym and had to change my clothes." One panicked IM from Chi to everyone on my flist that's British: WHAT DO YOU CALL GYM CLASS? I never got a reply back. If it's something different, I don't want to hear it. La la la!
"You have a pen and paper in front of you," the Doctor said, sitting behind his own desk, flourishing the papers he had yet to grade. "You are to write that sentence two hundred times, Miss Tyler."
She shivered, settling back against the chair and crossing her legs. She tapped the pen against her paper and began to write the words slowly. "I will not fuck the teacher. I will not fuck the teacher."
"You've been very naughty, Miss Tyler," the Doctor said, slipping on his glasses after a some time had passed and Rose had relaxed into the rhythm of filling her page with "I will not" and "fuck the teacher" rows. He moved around to face her, sitting on the edge of her desk. "I can smell you, you know."This is a theme in this story -- the Doctor letting Rose relax into complacency and then turning on the smex unexpectedly. Also... he puts on his glasses. Fangirls: absorb this.
"Wh-- Wait. What?" Rose blinked, knocked out of the fantasy for a minute. From no other guy would "I can smell you" be a compliment. Oh, the joys of writing the Doctor. I always write him having enhanced senses -- in canon, he has MORE, so why not, right?
"Whenever you get aroused in class. When you go without knickers. When you slide those stockings together, I can hear them. You, Miss Tyler, have been deliberately trying to distract me during lectures." Mmmmm. What, did you think I didn't like this line? I'm just going to go roll around in the sexy...
"I'm sorry," Rose dropped her eyes to the desk and blushed, squeezing her legs together and wondering at the friction there. "I won't do it anymore."
"I've heard that before, Miss Tyler," the Doctor said, lifting her chin to stare her straight in the eyes. "I think we're going to have to do something to reinforce the lesson."
Rose raised her eyebrows at him. He let go of her chin and walked to the front of the room, selecting his birch pointer and smacking it against his open palm. Rose thrilled at the sound and had to bite her lip to keep from squeaking. I'm sorry. Am I supposed to be commenting?
"Come here, Miss Tyler." Rose slid out of the seat sideways and walked up the makeshift aisle. "If you would be so kind as to put your elbows on the desk." This is the part of the fic that actually got easier to write. I mean, it's the setting it up that's difficult. This part is easy.
She bent over, resting her forearms on the smooth wood, marveling at how cool it was against her flesh. "Mr. Smith, what --"
"Quiet, if you please," the Doctor said, pacing back and forth behind her. Rose was starting to feel awkward and uncomfortable just as the Doctor lifted the fabric of her skirt up over her bum, caressing the flesh there with his open palm. Rose squirmed. "No knickers? Very, very naughty, Miss Tyler." Also? Very, very uncomfortable. I mean, freeing -- in certain circumstances. But no knickers? Without a skirt? I would have to have a guarantee that I'd be, ahem... Well, anyway, moving on.
The Doctor ran the pointer over the curve of her flesh, underneath the swells where her cheeks met her thighs. The tip of it he ran between her legs, pressing it through her folds, passing over her clit and smirking at the sound she made. "I believe I asked for quiet, Miss Tyler."
Rose found that request more and more difficult as the Doctor continued to explore her with the pointer. Slowly, so slowly she almost didn't notice it, he spread her legs apart and slid the pointer inside of her. Rose gasped. It was thick when it entered her, but then slimmed and it didn't necessarily fill her. The idea that the object inside of her might soon be engaged in other activities flooded Rose with desire. I'm surprised this didn't squick more of you out -- but then I thought about it. It's no different than a vibrator. Also -- you'll notice the Doctor doesn't actually hit her with the pointer. It's because, well. I write smut for y'all, but I also write smut for me. And a hand-spanking is so much hawter to me than a caning.
He withdrew the pointer and laid it aside, deftly sliding his hands up her thighs and over her waist to the button at the top of her shirt, unbuttoning it with one hand. Rose felt tense muscles start to relax, and then the Doctor swiftly brought his other hand down in a deliberate spank. Rose jerked forward and moaned.
"Oh, that is a lovely color," the Doctor said, leaning over her bent body to kiss her exposed neck. "So... pink." I have a thing about necks. Men kissing necks, kissing men's necks. Guh. Necks.
She shivered, arching back into his body. His breath against her neck was slightly cool, a testament to his different body temperature, and she longed to grip the side of the desk. "Doctor, I --" They're both forgetting the rules of the game. Also... I would have a hard time not gripping things. Rose is a stronger woman than I.
"Ah ah ah," the Doctor said, swiping his tongue across her ear lobe and then nibbling on it for a moment, "you keep forgetting the rules Ro-- Miss Tyler." He slid a hand inside of her blouse, gently cupping her breast and squeezing it as he rhythmically pressed his groin against her bum. Figuring out which part of her body he was effectively humping took three betas and several conversations. I wish I was exaggerating. Rose could feel her sex throbbing, but she couldn't move with the Doctor over her, couldn't do anything to relieve the tension building there. Um... guh.She got used to his weight, his hand and his tongue, and was completely unprepared when he broke away from her for a moment to let his hand connect with her arse again.
She could feel a single bead of moisture escape from between her legs and travel down her leg. The Doctor bent quickly and caught it with his tongue, tracing its journey all the way back up her thigh to the center of her. Rose yelped when he plunged his tongue inside of her, roughly flicking her clit with one finger. She gripped the desk with white knuckles as he suckled on her, his tongue, marvelous and flexible, reaching inside of her and finding the spots that made her squirm. She was on the edge, so close to coming that she groaned when he pulled away.
He didn't touch her for a long moment, and the rustling of cloth told Rose that he was divesting himself of whatever he had decided was no longer necessary. "Spread your legs, Rose. Wide," he growled, his voice rough.Smut dialogue is so freaking hard. That's all I have to say.
Rose complied, adjusting her grip on the desk for a less-than-gentle entrance. But the Doctor surprised her again, pushing her hair off her neck and kissing her pulse point gently, nipping the skin there with his teeth just a little, but not enough to leave a mark. His hands slid down her arms to grip her hands with his, and when he pushed inside of her, it was the slowest, most fantastic thing she'd ever felt as centimeter by centimeter, she yielded to him, her body making way for his. She closed her eyes against the sensation of it. Sometimes my feminism rears its ugly head when I'm writing these things. But it's okay. Rose is completely in charge. If at any time she feels uncomfortable, she can ask the Doctor to stop. Words like "yielding" and such -- I like. It gives a sense of control to Rose. Also... they're just hot. I need to write a list of unexpectedly hot words...
"Miss Tyler, do you remember your sentence?" the Doctor asked, his voice gentle.
"Yeah," Rose said, a bit unsteadily. "I will not fuck the teacher."
"Right," the Doctor said, "Good. Because I, Rose Tyler, am going to fuck you."
"Nice loophole," Rose said, and laughed, squeezing around the Doctor and smiling when she heard his breath catch.
"Genius, me."
Then he started to move, deep, powerful thrusts that rocked her, rubbed her chest against the wood of the desk, her thighs banging on the edge of it. She would bruise, she knew, would feel this primitive mating in the morning, but she couldn't deny the pleasure sparking through her. Every move of his body said "you're mine" and every response from hers said "yes". He moved inside of her, touching places that his tongue had made more sensitive, and Rose found she was closer than she thought she would be. Le sigh. I do like this paragraph.
"Please, Doctor. I need..."
"Ah," groaned the Doctor, in that incomprehensible way he had when he was close to orgasm himself. It was the only time, Rose knew, that he had trouble finding words. Instead, he reached between their bodies and pressed a single finger against her clit. Sparks flew behind her eyes and Rose clenched around him, coming with a surprised shout. Again with the smutty dialogue -- you'll notice I attempted to write more of the "sex babble" than I usually do. What did y'all think? Hotter? Cornier?
"More," he breathed, and slid out of her. "Rose, turn over. I want to see you."Yes. This. I mean, from a purely physical stand-point, gotta love being taken from behind. But there's something about watching your partner go off like a rocket, mmhmmm...
Rose did as she was told, laying back on the desk, her skirt pushed up around her hips and her shirt half open. The Doctor still had his shirt on, a tie hanging loosely around his neck, with no trousers and pants on. He didn't give her long to look him over, though, pushing her knees apart with a firm hand and sliding back inside of her. "Oh yes. Brilliant." Hello, my name is the Doctor, and I'll be taking you half-clothed and on a desk.
"Doctor," Rose breathed, her hands finding purchase as she clutched at his shoulder blades. "Fuck, okay..."
"Can't..." the Doctor moaned, his hips jerking powerfully, "stop. Rose, I..."
"Go on," Rose said, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck me."
He surged forward, pistoning two more times before he jerked and his face contorted in the way only Rose had ever seen. His eyes shut, his mouth open, his cheeks flushed. His hand relaxed in hers. Slowly, he opened his eyes and smirked knowingly at her.
"Well, Miss Tyler, did the punishment fit the crime?"
"I ought to get in trouble more often," Rose said with a laugh.
"Love the stockings, by the way," the Doctor said, kissing her neck. "You should wear white... whatever-you-call-them more often."
"Knee-highs?" Ha!
"Brilliant. Useful name. Dead dull, but obvious. Very human." The Doctor rolled over, staring up at the ceiling on the desk next to her. "By the way, Rose. For the record?"
"Yeah?"
He grinned and shifted his head. "You can fuck the teacher any time you want."Oh, if only...
In its original form, it was beta-read by jaradel, editrx, and plaid_slytherin.
It was inspired by a line in the_tenzo's fabulous fic, Xenohorticulture and You.
The fic and the commentary are rated Adult.
I Will Not Fuck The Teacher
"So, I was thinking," Rose said, playing with one of the knobs on the TARDIS console in a way that was terribly distracting to the Doctor. "You were awfully hot today." Please to be ignoring that this fic starts out in one POV and then switches for the rest of it. Kthxbai.
"On the contrary," the Doctor said, flipping a page in his book and making a mark on the paper he was grading as part of his undercover identity as a teacher, "I was at a comfortable temperature all day. I'll say this for the school -- they are remarkably skilled at climate control. Not physics, mind. But they do what they can with their poor 21st century brains." The Doctor is distracted by trying to grade papers and not jump Rose. Poor woobie. His life inside my brain is so hard.
Rose fought the urge to strike him, which often happened when he was being particularly obtuse. "Doctor?"
"Hmm?"
"What century and planet am I from?"
"Earth, 21st century. Rose, if you're suffering from amnesia--"
"What does 'hot' mean in 21st century slang?"
The Doctor's eyebrows raised. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" He beamed at her and cocked his head to the side. "Well, thank you." Ladies. Can you not SEE David Tennant doing this? Who, me? Attractive? Well, now that you mention it...
Rose coughed and avoided his eyes, not sure how to phrase her next question. "You know how, earlier... you told me some stuff about what you liked and everything else and I didn't laugh and I even wore that pink cowboy hat with the silver thong?" she ventured shyly. This is a funny line, but if I can venture to be Thinky Thoughtesque about this story -- the underlying message of what makes this ridiculous game fun, sexy and hot is that they trust each other enough to be open with their desires and fantasies with each other.
The Doctor's mouth dropped open and he closed his book. "I recall." The Doctor recalls. Very, very clearly. (And no, I am not writing the fic about Rose wearing a cowboy hat and a silver thong. Sorry, gay-for-Bills on my flist! And I am among you. Just... no.)
"I was wondering if we could --"
"Rose Tyler, do you have a sex fantasy you haven't told me about?" The Doctor interrupted, leaning forward and placing his book beside him on the jumpseat. He's intrigued. And of course, ready to help in any way that he can. This is the upside to his openness to new experiences.
Rose blushed under his intense scrutiny. "Well, it just sort of -- well, it came to me."
"Oh?" The Doctor took off his glasses and tucked them in his breast pocket. "Let's have it, then." My sexy glasses? I takes them off for our srs bzness.
Rose wiped her hands on her jeans and worried her teeth against her bottom lip. She was sweating a bit, feeling more than a little silly and nervous. "Okay. It goes like this. I used to have this really hot teacher. Year ten, actually. It was really, really hard to concentrate in maths. Long legs, tailored suits, gorgeous hands... Shareen used to go mad for his hands." *coughs* For me? It was my Junior year English teacher. My God, y'all. You don't have to be hot to get my attention. Just talk intelligently for 5 or 6 minutes about literature. Then you can get in my pants.
He quirked an eyebrow. "I'm not pretending to be your year ten maths teacher, Rose." That's a little too weird for the Doctor. Although I don't know why...
"No!" Rose laughed. "He used to have this ruler that he'd slap against his open palm. And... well, it's just... I've always had this lingering fantasy of getting called to a private detention after and... I was wondering if you might -- you know. Want to play a bit of a game. Tonight. If you're not busy. I know you've got loads to do and..." It's not that Rose expects him to laugh at her, it's more that this is a very private fantasy. She's doing that... rapid back-pedaling thing we all do when we realize we've exposed ourselves a bit more than we anticipated.
The Doctor grinned slowly. "I... could be persuaded. If you want to play this fantasy out, you're hardly dressed appropriately. I think you'll find what you need in the wardrobe room."If you like this line, please thank Jaradel. I am not going to tell you what was originally here, just... thank Jaradel.
This incarnation of him is horny, Rose thought with a grin as she made her way through the TARDIS to the wardrobe room. Her other Doctor wouldn't have stopped to make love or play a silly game. Or maybe he would have and she'd never given him the chance. After they'd come so close to losing each other, Rose found herself being more honest, asking for what she really wanted, and was constantly surprised at how much the Doctor was willing to give. It's not that, I think as so many OTPers think, the Doctor would do anything for Rose. You can say that about someone but you rarely really mean it. And thank God, otherwise everyone in love would go drunk with power. It's more that the Doctor and Rose both just genuinely want to make each other happy -- whether that's pretending to be a naughty school girl and a stern schoolmaster, or getting banana ice cream, they just genuinely want to make each other happy.
The wardrobe room was immense, and Rose thought for a moment that she'd never find what the Doctor thought she would need. Off in the corner she spotted a row of pleated tartan skirts and stiff white cotton shirts. Selecting a short green tartan skirt that covered her arse more as an afterthought than as its actual mission when she slipped it on -- it just barely grazed the top of her thighs -- she twirled a bit, laughing as the skirt flared out. She bent over and, winking at her own reflection in the mirror, slipped out of her knickers, and then pulled on knee-high white socks and black Mary Janes. She left her white collared shirt unbuttoned, so that the top of her black bra was exposed just enough to hint at lace. She tried fluffing her hair with her hands but ultimately decided to go for the cliched route and fixed it into two messy pigtails. She did a quick check of her make-up and bounced a little on her heels. Her heart pounded in her chest and her palms grew a little bit sweaty. I write a LOT about Rose dressing up -- I'm thinking of "Leather and Lace", and one I'm working on now that y'all don't have access to called "Playing Dress-Up", which is about Rose wearing one of the Doctor's shirts. I'd like to say there's a thinky-thought reason for this. The fact of the matter is that -- I like the idea. My kinkness, it shows...
It wasn't that she was scared. This was her fantasy, after all, and she trusted the Doctor completely. It was just that they hadn't done something like this before. They'd played with toys and done a little roleplay, but...Well, of course they have. I don't think this is the first time the Doctor and Rose have done something a little off the beaten path, sexually. I like writing established relationship fics because I don't have to get them to this point. I just can just say, here it is, and you have to buy it. Because I'm the author! BUWAHAHAHAH! Ahem.
She pushed the door of the library open.
"Ah, there you are Miss Tyler, I've been expecting you," the Doctor said, from behind a desk. Rose looked around in astonishment. He'd managed to set up something closely resembling a classroom, with a large teacher's desk at one end, and three student-sized desks arranged in a neat row behind a chalk board. Sex fantasies: they are srs bzness.
In large, block letters, he had written a single sentence.
I WILL NOT FUCK THE TEACHER. Oh yes, yes you will...
"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Smith," Rose said demurely, selecting one of the seats and sitting as primly as she could in it. "I got delayed after gym and had to change my clothes." One panicked IM from Chi to everyone on my flist that's British: WHAT DO YOU CALL GYM CLASS? I never got a reply back. If it's something different, I don't want to hear it. La la la!
"You have a pen and paper in front of you," the Doctor said, sitting behind his own desk, flourishing the papers he had yet to grade. "You are to write that sentence two hundred times, Miss Tyler."
She shivered, settling back against the chair and crossing her legs. She tapped the pen against her paper and began to write the words slowly. "I will not fuck the teacher. I will not fuck the teacher."
"You've been very naughty, Miss Tyler," the Doctor said, slipping on his glasses after a some time had passed and Rose had relaxed into the rhythm of filling her page with "I will not" and "fuck the teacher" rows. He moved around to face her, sitting on the edge of her desk. "I can smell you, you know."This is a theme in this story -- the Doctor letting Rose relax into complacency and then turning on the smex unexpectedly. Also... he puts on his glasses. Fangirls: absorb this.
"Wh-- Wait. What?" Rose blinked, knocked out of the fantasy for a minute. From no other guy would "I can smell you" be a compliment. Oh, the joys of writing the Doctor. I always write him having enhanced senses -- in canon, he has MORE, so why not, right?
"Whenever you get aroused in class. When you go without knickers. When you slide those stockings together, I can hear them. You, Miss Tyler, have been deliberately trying to distract me during lectures." Mmmmm. What, did you think I didn't like this line? I'm just going to go roll around in the sexy...
"I'm sorry," Rose dropped her eyes to the desk and blushed, squeezing her legs together and wondering at the friction there. "I won't do it anymore."
"I've heard that before, Miss Tyler," the Doctor said, lifting her chin to stare her straight in the eyes. "I think we're going to have to do something to reinforce the lesson."
Rose raised her eyebrows at him. He let go of her chin and walked to the front of the room, selecting his birch pointer and smacking it against his open palm. Rose thrilled at the sound and had to bite her lip to keep from squeaking. I'm sorry. Am I supposed to be commenting?
"Come here, Miss Tyler." Rose slid out of the seat sideways and walked up the makeshift aisle. "If you would be so kind as to put your elbows on the desk." This is the part of the fic that actually got easier to write. I mean, it's the setting it up that's difficult. This part is easy.
She bent over, resting her forearms on the smooth wood, marveling at how cool it was against her flesh. "Mr. Smith, what --"
"Quiet, if you please," the Doctor said, pacing back and forth behind her. Rose was starting to feel awkward and uncomfortable just as the Doctor lifted the fabric of her skirt up over her bum, caressing the flesh there with his open palm. Rose squirmed. "No knickers? Very, very naughty, Miss Tyler." Also? Very, very uncomfortable. I mean, freeing -- in certain circumstances. But no knickers? Without a skirt? I would have to have a guarantee that I'd be, ahem... Well, anyway, moving on.
The Doctor ran the pointer over the curve of her flesh, underneath the swells where her cheeks met her thighs. The tip of it he ran between her legs, pressing it through her folds, passing over her clit and smirking at the sound she made. "I believe I asked for quiet, Miss Tyler."
Rose found that request more and more difficult as the Doctor continued to explore her with the pointer. Slowly, so slowly she almost didn't notice it, he spread her legs apart and slid the pointer inside of her. Rose gasped. It was thick when it entered her, but then slimmed and it didn't necessarily fill her. The idea that the object inside of her might soon be engaged in other activities flooded Rose with desire. I'm surprised this didn't squick more of you out -- but then I thought about it. It's no different than a vibrator. Also -- you'll notice the Doctor doesn't actually hit her with the pointer. It's because, well. I write smut for y'all, but I also write smut for me. And a hand-spanking is so much hawter to me than a caning.
He withdrew the pointer and laid it aside, deftly sliding his hands up her thighs and over her waist to the button at the top of her shirt, unbuttoning it with one hand. Rose felt tense muscles start to relax, and then the Doctor swiftly brought his other hand down in a deliberate spank. Rose jerked forward and moaned.
"Oh, that is a lovely color," the Doctor said, leaning over her bent body to kiss her exposed neck. "So... pink." I have a thing about necks. Men kissing necks, kissing men's necks. Guh. Necks.
She shivered, arching back into his body. His breath against her neck was slightly cool, a testament to his different body temperature, and she longed to grip the side of the desk. "Doctor, I --" They're both forgetting the rules of the game. Also... I would have a hard time not gripping things. Rose is a stronger woman than I.
"Ah ah ah," the Doctor said, swiping his tongue across her ear lobe and then nibbling on it for a moment, "you keep forgetting the rules Ro-- Miss Tyler." He slid a hand inside of her blouse, gently cupping her breast and squeezing it as he rhythmically pressed his groin against her bum. Figuring out which part of her body he was effectively humping took three betas and several conversations. I wish I was exaggerating. Rose could feel her sex throbbing, but she couldn't move with the Doctor over her, couldn't do anything to relieve the tension building there. Um... guh.She got used to his weight, his hand and his tongue, and was completely unprepared when he broke away from her for a moment to let his hand connect with her arse again.
She could feel a single bead of moisture escape from between her legs and travel down her leg. The Doctor bent quickly and caught it with his tongue, tracing its journey all the way back up her thigh to the center of her. Rose yelped when he plunged his tongue inside of her, roughly flicking her clit with one finger. She gripped the desk with white knuckles as he suckled on her, his tongue, marvelous and flexible, reaching inside of her and finding the spots that made her squirm. She was on the edge, so close to coming that she groaned when he pulled away.
He didn't touch her for a long moment, and the rustling of cloth told Rose that he was divesting himself of whatever he had decided was no longer necessary. "Spread your legs, Rose. Wide," he growled, his voice rough.Smut dialogue is so freaking hard. That's all I have to say.
Rose complied, adjusting her grip on the desk for a less-than-gentle entrance. But the Doctor surprised her again, pushing her hair off her neck and kissing her pulse point gently, nipping the skin there with his teeth just a little, but not enough to leave a mark. His hands slid down her arms to grip her hands with his, and when he pushed inside of her, it was the slowest, most fantastic thing she'd ever felt as centimeter by centimeter, she yielded to him, her body making way for his. She closed her eyes against the sensation of it. Sometimes my feminism rears its ugly head when I'm writing these things. But it's okay. Rose is completely in charge. If at any time she feels uncomfortable, she can ask the Doctor to stop. Words like "yielding" and such -- I like. It gives a sense of control to Rose. Also... they're just hot. I need to write a list of unexpectedly hot words...
"Miss Tyler, do you remember your sentence?" the Doctor asked, his voice gentle.
"Yeah," Rose said, a bit unsteadily. "I will not fuck the teacher."
"Right," the Doctor said, "Good. Because I, Rose Tyler, am going to fuck you."
"Nice loophole," Rose said, and laughed, squeezing around the Doctor and smiling when she heard his breath catch.
"Genius, me."
Then he started to move, deep, powerful thrusts that rocked her, rubbed her chest against the wood of the desk, her thighs banging on the edge of it. She would bruise, she knew, would feel this primitive mating in the morning, but she couldn't deny the pleasure sparking through her. Every move of his body said "you're mine" and every response from hers said "yes". He moved inside of her, touching places that his tongue had made more sensitive, and Rose found she was closer than she thought she would be. Le sigh. I do like this paragraph.
"Please, Doctor. I need..."
"Ah," groaned the Doctor, in that incomprehensible way he had when he was close to orgasm himself. It was the only time, Rose knew, that he had trouble finding words. Instead, he reached between their bodies and pressed a single finger against her clit. Sparks flew behind her eyes and Rose clenched around him, coming with a surprised shout. Again with the smutty dialogue -- you'll notice I attempted to write more of the "sex babble" than I usually do. What did y'all think? Hotter? Cornier?
"More," he breathed, and slid out of her. "Rose, turn over. I want to see you."Yes. This. I mean, from a purely physical stand-point, gotta love being taken from behind. But there's something about watching your partner go off like a rocket, mmhmmm...
Rose did as she was told, laying back on the desk, her skirt pushed up around her hips and her shirt half open. The Doctor still had his shirt on, a tie hanging loosely around his neck, with no trousers and pants on. He didn't give her long to look him over, though, pushing her knees apart with a firm hand and sliding back inside of her. "Oh yes. Brilliant." Hello, my name is the Doctor, and I'll be taking you half-clothed and on a desk.
"Doctor," Rose breathed, her hands finding purchase as she clutched at his shoulder blades. "Fuck, okay..."
"Can't..." the Doctor moaned, his hips jerking powerfully, "stop. Rose, I..."
"Go on," Rose said, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck me."
He surged forward, pistoning two more times before he jerked and his face contorted in the way only Rose had ever seen. His eyes shut, his mouth open, his cheeks flushed. His hand relaxed in hers. Slowly, he opened his eyes and smirked knowingly at her.
"Well, Miss Tyler, did the punishment fit the crime?"
"I ought to get in trouble more often," Rose said with a laugh.
"Love the stockings, by the way," the Doctor said, kissing her neck. "You should wear white... whatever-you-call-them more often."
"Knee-highs?" Ha!
"Brilliant. Useful name. Dead dull, but obvious. Very human." The Doctor rolled over, staring up at the ceiling on the desk next to her. "By the way, Rose. For the record?"
"Yeah?"
He grinned and shifted his head. "You can fuck the teacher any time you want."Oh, if only...