Support Stacie Ficlet --- "Playing Dress-Up" for wiggiemomsi
Title: Playing Dress-Up
Author: ladychi
Late-night Beta Babes: editrx and momdaegmorgan
Rating: Adult.
Summary: After a week-long absence, Rose prepares a surprise for the Doctor
Warning: Very light bondage. Also, extraneous description of ties. For obvious reasons.
Author's Note: 2400+ words for several Very High Bids during Support Stacie! Thank you, wiggiemomsi! This fic is for you. (Happy Birthday, Mr. Tennant. Don't read this. You'll find it creepy. KTHXBAI, Chi.)
Playing Dress-Up
As a child, she'd done it with old party dresses of her mum's. She'd slip them on over t-shirts and jeans, find old heels and toddle around the flat pretending to be Cinderella or Ariel. As a teenager, she'd dress up as a woman, -- wearing too-tight clothes and slathering on the make-up. There was something comforting in the illusion, -- something reassuring about the mask of all those layers.
And now, as a grown woman in the Doctor's absence, she found herself falling back on the old habit, the old game, to try to ease the ache of being separated, even if it was just a week-long business trip. Funny that, as a young girl in love, she'd been separated from him from so long. She hadn't had this option then, hadn't had drawers and closets full of his clothing or a pillow that smelled like him.
Rose stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, wrinkling her brow at what she saw there. Quickly, she undid the tie around her neck and reached for another. The swirly-whirly one. She ran it through her fingers, enjoying the silky texture, imagining what it would feel like if she rubbed it other places. To tie or not to tie? She unbuttoned the blue shirt to her navel and tied the fabric efficiently so that it hung loosely against the skin of her belly.
Her hair was teased, her make-up smokey. His socks went up to mid-calf and the tiny thong she'd bought was made of the same black silk material she'd bought him a pair of boxers in. The Doctor was coming home tonight and she wanted to be ready for him.
She laid back on the bed, imagining what it would be like when he came home. It had been a week since they'd said goodbye. A whole solid week of nights on her own. At first it'd been fun -- movies he'd never watch her with her, a few glasses of wine too many with her mates -- but she always came home to an empty bed. She craved the warmth of him at night, found it difficult to sleep without him.
She'd missed his face -- warm brown eyes and lips she loved to kiss. Lips she'd memorized in a thousand different ways. Lips that knew just how to touch her in turn, that knew just the right spot on her shoulder blades that would send shivers down her arm, knew the spot on her neck that would make her moan. Her fingers drifted down her carefully arranged costume, tracing the edges of his tie. The tie that he had worn the night before he left. He'd been over her, tie loosed, shirt unbuttoned, as he thrust inside her. She'd used it to pull his head down to kiss him, both of them gasping for air as they worked towards orgasm. If she closed her eyes, she could see him now, the intensity in his eyes, the flush in his cheeks, his teeth resting on his lower lip.
She twisted on the bed, the fabric of the shirt feeling much rougher than it had when she'd slipped it on. Easing her legs apart, she tried to control herself. This was for the Doctor. She rolled over and inhaled the scent of him on his pillow. Spicy, somehow, and a little bit sweaty. Chemical, because of the hairgel he used, but also fresh. A week gone and it still smelled like him.
Her tongue darted out, as if she could taste his scent like he told her he could hers, but instead, as her tongue encountered soft cotton, she remembered the taste of his skin. Salty with sweat, tangy and somehow pleasing to her on a base, elemental level. He told her it was the pheromones. She just thought he tasted delicious.
Still, she'd tasted more than his skin. She'd tasted his mouth. She'd tasted his come, hot and sticky. And the look in his eyes when she sucked him off. Like she was precious, amazing, brilliant. Swallowing it, just to watch him shudder from his spine all throughout his body. She'd bathed in it as well. Let him come over her while she stroked him, and he'd shouted so loud she was afraid he would wake the neighbors. At the memory, Rose arched her hips off the bed and groaned.
Not touching herself got harder with each passing minute. She cheated, just a little, running her hands down her body to rest at the triangle of her thighs, imagining she could see the Doctor there, his eyes looking up at her as he nibbled the sensitive skin between her valley and the crease of her thigh. His tongue, catching the very outside of her sex, dipping just far enough inside to tease her without giving her what she really wanted.
Or, better yet, his face next to hers while he pumped his fingers inside of her, asking her to take more and more until it was almost too much. Rose bit her lip, twisting her legs and grabbing the headboard to restrain herself. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe, and when she looked up, there he stood, hair coiffed and perfect, eyes ever-so-slightly weighted from his long trip, and a smile on his face like Father Christmas had come early.
"Rose," he said, his voice husky as he crouched beside the bed and ran his hand up her thigh, "what are you wearing?"
"Just some bits of things I found... laying around," Rose breathed, mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he studied her.
Slowly, he undid one of the final buttons on the shirt and slid his hand up her side, caressing her with just his fingertips until he cupped a breast. Rose felt all the skin on her chest rise up in goosebumps at his gentle, careful manner. He kept his hand there while he carefully climbed in bed, his long, lanky form pressed close to hers. He shifted, laying all of his weight on his right elbow and forearm so that he could lay over her.
Rose tilted her head back and the Doctor brought his down, rubbing her nose in an affectionate Eskimo kiss before dipping down to sample her mouth. He moved his lips against hers as seductively as he ever had, and Rose found herself unable to keep her hands still, reaching up to stroke his back through his suit jacket. Eventually, they parted, the Doctor's eyes closed for a long moment before he opened them with a smug grin.
"Hello."
"Hello," Rose responded breathlessly.
"What are these?" the Doctor murmured, his hand moving down to her waist, where he found the thin string of her thong. "Black knickers? Well, if you want to call these knickers. That's being a bit generous, but really, Rose. Brilliant."
He scooted down the bed, nipping at the string riding over her hip with his teeth. Finally he settled his head on her stomach, his hands caressing her leg, thumbs brushing the sensitive inside of her thighs. When he found the socks, he raised his eyebrows at her but silently brought her leg up, bending it at the knee and removing the sock, pushing down on the elastic of the cuff with his thumb. He moved to the other side, his thumb slipping underneath the scrap of fabric just barely passing for panties and sliding back to her center. Rose gasped and pumped her hips wildly, but the Doctor stilled her with a kiss to her navel.
Sucking his thumb, the Doctor got the last of the moisture off with a deliberate lick and then removed her other sock. Rose grabbed at his hair as though to move his attention back where she wanted it, but he shook his head. "Ah ah ah," he murmured, "don't think so. You're all," he dropped a kiss to the silver star adorning her thong, pulling it down a little with his teeth to expose the patch of brown hair there, "wrapped up like a present for me, Rose. And I want to you up my way."
He sat up, removing his brown pinstripe jacket and tossing it to the floor. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and rolled them up to his forearms. Then he removed his own tie, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his trousers to expose his vest and a hint of his chest.
"Put your hands above your head, Rose," he said, stroking her cheek with the pads of his fingers. His eyes were questioning. Rose nodded and did as he asked, practically quivering in excitement. Quickly, he tied a knot with his tie around her hands and looped it through the headboard, kissing her wrists. "It's a slipknot. Just pull, okay?"
"All right," she murmured.
His mouth trailed down all the way from her wrists to the inside of her arms to her neck. She moved her head to the side and let him kiss her neck, his teeth grazing gently against the sensitive flesh there. Then he opened his mouth and dragged a trail of hot breath to the valley between her breasts, his hair brushing her cheek pleasantly.
"I love this sound," he said in a low voice, and then took a breast into his mouth, suckling as earnestly as any boychild ever had. Rose couldn't help it. She arched and squeaked, her hands reflexively grasping and then relaxing. After several moments he moved across her chest again, never closing his mouth, as though he were starving for her. He took her other breast into his mouth and Rose arched back onto her heels. The Doctor laughed and moved down her body again to where her thong lay twisted and half-off.
"I don't think you'll be needing this." His tongue reached and licked the throng, from its string at the very back of her crease that he could reach all the way to the front. Then, turning slightly sideways, he pulled the thong free of her with his teeth, taking it all the way down with a hand when he could reach.
He shivered in delight when he gently pushed her legs apart. "You've no idea, Rose, what you smell like to me," he muttered.
"Think I might," Rose ventured tentatively. "Almost got off smelling your pillow before you came home."
The Doctor jerked and let his head fall forward. After a few seconds he beamed at her. "I can think of much more fun ways to come." He turned his head to the inside of her right thigh and placed a delicate kiss there.
She was so wet she would almost be embarrassed if it wasn't him. She wanted him like she had wanted nothing else in her experience.
He tugged gently on the tie around her neck until it came loose. Wrapping a section of it around one hand, he pulled it taut and grinned at Rose. The narrow edge of the tie he rubbed, first against the inside of one thigh, then the other. Then, with one finger he parted her and very carefully laid the tie against her sex.
He began to move it, pulling gently down and up so that it rubbed against her clit in the most intriguing ways, teasing her pussy. Rose arched and hissed as she soaked his beautiful tie, but she couldn't stop it, wouldn't dare beg him to stop driving her to madness, though she needed more.
Suddenly, he stopped and stood up, leaving her floundering on the bed. Throwing off his shirt and his vest, his trousers and pants, he was very quickly naked. He reached for his tie and grasped himself in hand, wrapping it around his obviously aroused cock and sliding it up and down several times. Rose's mouth watered.
"Doctor," she said, her voice rough, "let me. Please."
The Doctor stopped and moved to the headboard, unwrapping the tie from around his member and inhaling the scent from it. "That's the smell of us, Rose."
He pressed it against her nose and she inhaled as well. It was potent, powerful, memorable. In a thousand different times and places she would recognize it -- distinctively them, intimate and sensory.
"I want to fuck you," the Doctor muttered, into her ear. "I can't stop myself."
Rose spread her legs and bent her knees. "I wouldn't want you to."
Guiding himself inside her until he was seated all the way in, the Doctor's mouth fell open as they moved into the most classic position. He swallowed, and a bit of sweat fell from his hair to her cheek. She couldn't move to remove it, and wouldn't have wanted to if she could.
Deftly, the Doctor reached up and pulled on the ends of the tie. "Together," he said.
And they moved, the Doctor first, and then Rose picking up on his pace. She was so perilously close to the edge she could feel it, could taste the explosion of nerves before it actually happened. The Doctor twisted his hips and she went up and over, arching and grabbing at his back with nails sharp and uninhibited.
The Doctor continued to thrust, whispering incredible dirty things in her ear. Telling her how she moved was brilliant, how she tasted was divine, how he loved her, how much he wanted to spend all day doing this to her. Rose squeezed around him, concentrating on gripping and holding him tight inside her folds, and he finally gave a hoarse shout, coming deep inside of her.
His mouth worked for several moments. "Heh, well. Fuck me, Rose Tyler."
"I think I just did," she said with a giggle.
The Doctor rolled over, claiming his side of the bed. He laid his hands on his stomach and looked over at her, panting. "That was -- really... quite... Brilliant."
"Thank you," Rose said with a smug grin. "Welcome home, Doctor."
He rolled over and kissed her one more time. "May I never have to leave it again."
Rose had never been a religious person. But she figured it was as appropriate a response as any: "Amen."
"Although, if you're going to dress up in my ties every time..."
"Oh, shuttup."
Author: ladychi
Late-night Beta Babes: editrx and momdaegmorgan
Rating: Adult.
Summary: After a week-long absence, Rose prepares a surprise for the Doctor
Warning: Very light bondage. Also, extraneous description of ties. For obvious reasons.
Author's Note: 2400+ words for several Very High Bids during Support Stacie! Thank you, wiggiemomsi! This fic is for you. (Happy Birthday, Mr. Tennant. Don't read this. You'll find it creepy. KTHXBAI, Chi.)
Playing Dress-Up
As a child, she'd done it with old party dresses of her mum's. She'd slip them on over t-shirts and jeans, find old heels and toddle around the flat pretending to be Cinderella or Ariel. As a teenager, she'd dress up as a woman, -- wearing too-tight clothes and slathering on the make-up. There was something comforting in the illusion, -- something reassuring about the mask of all those layers.
And now, as a grown woman in the Doctor's absence, she found herself falling back on the old habit, the old game, to try to ease the ache of being separated, even if it was just a week-long business trip. Funny that, as a young girl in love, she'd been separated from him from so long. She hadn't had this option then, hadn't had drawers and closets full of his clothing or a pillow that smelled like him.
Rose stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, wrinkling her brow at what she saw there. Quickly, she undid the tie around her neck and reached for another. The swirly-whirly one. She ran it through her fingers, enjoying the silky texture, imagining what it would feel like if she rubbed it other places. To tie or not to tie? She unbuttoned the blue shirt to her navel and tied the fabric efficiently so that it hung loosely against the skin of her belly.
Her hair was teased, her make-up smokey. His socks went up to mid-calf and the tiny thong she'd bought was made of the same black silk material she'd bought him a pair of boxers in. The Doctor was coming home tonight and she wanted to be ready for him.
She laid back on the bed, imagining what it would be like when he came home. It had been a week since they'd said goodbye. A whole solid week of nights on her own. At first it'd been fun -- movies he'd never watch her with her, a few glasses of wine too many with her mates -- but she always came home to an empty bed. She craved the warmth of him at night, found it difficult to sleep without him.
She'd missed his face -- warm brown eyes and lips she loved to kiss. Lips she'd memorized in a thousand different ways. Lips that knew just how to touch her in turn, that knew just the right spot on her shoulder blades that would send shivers down her arm, knew the spot on her neck that would make her moan. Her fingers drifted down her carefully arranged costume, tracing the edges of his tie. The tie that he had worn the night before he left. He'd been over her, tie loosed, shirt unbuttoned, as he thrust inside her. She'd used it to pull his head down to kiss him, both of them gasping for air as they worked towards orgasm. If she closed her eyes, she could see him now, the intensity in his eyes, the flush in his cheeks, his teeth resting on his lower lip.
She twisted on the bed, the fabric of the shirt feeling much rougher than it had when she'd slipped it on. Easing her legs apart, she tried to control herself. This was for the Doctor. She rolled over and inhaled the scent of him on his pillow. Spicy, somehow, and a little bit sweaty. Chemical, because of the hairgel he used, but also fresh. A week gone and it still smelled like him.
Her tongue darted out, as if she could taste his scent like he told her he could hers, but instead, as her tongue encountered soft cotton, she remembered the taste of his skin. Salty with sweat, tangy and somehow pleasing to her on a base, elemental level. He told her it was the pheromones. She just thought he tasted delicious.
Still, she'd tasted more than his skin. She'd tasted his mouth. She'd tasted his come, hot and sticky. And the look in his eyes when she sucked him off. Like she was precious, amazing, brilliant. Swallowing it, just to watch him shudder from his spine all throughout his body. She'd bathed in it as well. Let him come over her while she stroked him, and he'd shouted so loud she was afraid he would wake the neighbors. At the memory, Rose arched her hips off the bed and groaned.
Not touching herself got harder with each passing minute. She cheated, just a little, running her hands down her body to rest at the triangle of her thighs, imagining she could see the Doctor there, his eyes looking up at her as he nibbled the sensitive skin between her valley and the crease of her thigh. His tongue, catching the very outside of her sex, dipping just far enough inside to tease her without giving her what she really wanted.
Or, better yet, his face next to hers while he pumped his fingers inside of her, asking her to take more and more until it was almost too much. Rose bit her lip, twisting her legs and grabbing the headboard to restrain herself. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe, and when she looked up, there he stood, hair coiffed and perfect, eyes ever-so-slightly weighted from his long trip, and a smile on his face like Father Christmas had come early.
"Rose," he said, his voice husky as he crouched beside the bed and ran his hand up her thigh, "what are you wearing?"
"Just some bits of things I found... laying around," Rose breathed, mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he studied her.
Slowly, he undid one of the final buttons on the shirt and slid his hand up her side, caressing her with just his fingertips until he cupped a breast. Rose felt all the skin on her chest rise up in goosebumps at his gentle, careful manner. He kept his hand there while he carefully climbed in bed, his long, lanky form pressed close to hers. He shifted, laying all of his weight on his right elbow and forearm so that he could lay over her.
Rose tilted her head back and the Doctor brought his down, rubbing her nose in an affectionate Eskimo kiss before dipping down to sample her mouth. He moved his lips against hers as seductively as he ever had, and Rose found herself unable to keep her hands still, reaching up to stroke his back through his suit jacket. Eventually, they parted, the Doctor's eyes closed for a long moment before he opened them with a smug grin.
"Hello."
"Hello," Rose responded breathlessly.
"What are these?" the Doctor murmured, his hand moving down to her waist, where he found the thin string of her thong. "Black knickers? Well, if you want to call these knickers. That's being a bit generous, but really, Rose. Brilliant."
He scooted down the bed, nipping at the string riding over her hip with his teeth. Finally he settled his head on her stomach, his hands caressing her leg, thumbs brushing the sensitive inside of her thighs. When he found the socks, he raised his eyebrows at her but silently brought her leg up, bending it at the knee and removing the sock, pushing down on the elastic of the cuff with his thumb. He moved to the other side, his thumb slipping underneath the scrap of fabric just barely passing for panties and sliding back to her center. Rose gasped and pumped her hips wildly, but the Doctor stilled her with a kiss to her navel.
Sucking his thumb, the Doctor got the last of the moisture off with a deliberate lick and then removed her other sock. Rose grabbed at his hair as though to move his attention back where she wanted it, but he shook his head. "Ah ah ah," he murmured, "don't think so. You're all," he dropped a kiss to the silver star adorning her thong, pulling it down a little with his teeth to expose the patch of brown hair there, "wrapped up like a present for me, Rose. And I want to you up my way."
He sat up, removing his brown pinstripe jacket and tossing it to the floor. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and rolled them up to his forearms. Then he removed his own tie, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his trousers to expose his vest and a hint of his chest.
"Put your hands above your head, Rose," he said, stroking her cheek with the pads of his fingers. His eyes were questioning. Rose nodded and did as he asked, practically quivering in excitement. Quickly, he tied a knot with his tie around her hands and looped it through the headboard, kissing her wrists. "It's a slipknot. Just pull, okay?"
"All right," she murmured.
His mouth trailed down all the way from her wrists to the inside of her arms to her neck. She moved her head to the side and let him kiss her neck, his teeth grazing gently against the sensitive flesh there. Then he opened his mouth and dragged a trail of hot breath to the valley between her breasts, his hair brushing her cheek pleasantly.
"I love this sound," he said in a low voice, and then took a breast into his mouth, suckling as earnestly as any boychild ever had. Rose couldn't help it. She arched and squeaked, her hands reflexively grasping and then relaxing. After several moments he moved across her chest again, never closing his mouth, as though he were starving for her. He took her other breast into his mouth and Rose arched back onto her heels. The Doctor laughed and moved down her body again to where her thong lay twisted and half-off.
"I don't think you'll be needing this." His tongue reached and licked the throng, from its string at the very back of her crease that he could reach all the way to the front. Then, turning slightly sideways, he pulled the thong free of her with his teeth, taking it all the way down with a hand when he could reach.
He shivered in delight when he gently pushed her legs apart. "You've no idea, Rose, what you smell like to me," he muttered.
"Think I might," Rose ventured tentatively. "Almost got off smelling your pillow before you came home."
The Doctor jerked and let his head fall forward. After a few seconds he beamed at her. "I can think of much more fun ways to come." He turned his head to the inside of her right thigh and placed a delicate kiss there.
She was so wet she would almost be embarrassed if it wasn't him. She wanted him like she had wanted nothing else in her experience.
He tugged gently on the tie around her neck until it came loose. Wrapping a section of it around one hand, he pulled it taut and grinned at Rose. The narrow edge of the tie he rubbed, first against the inside of one thigh, then the other. Then, with one finger he parted her and very carefully laid the tie against her sex.
He began to move it, pulling gently down and up so that it rubbed against her clit in the most intriguing ways, teasing her pussy. Rose arched and hissed as she soaked his beautiful tie, but she couldn't stop it, wouldn't dare beg him to stop driving her to madness, though she needed more.
Suddenly, he stopped and stood up, leaving her floundering on the bed. Throwing off his shirt and his vest, his trousers and pants, he was very quickly naked. He reached for his tie and grasped himself in hand, wrapping it around his obviously aroused cock and sliding it up and down several times. Rose's mouth watered.
"Doctor," she said, her voice rough, "let me. Please."
The Doctor stopped and moved to the headboard, unwrapping the tie from around his member and inhaling the scent from it. "That's the smell of us, Rose."
He pressed it against her nose and she inhaled as well. It was potent, powerful, memorable. In a thousand different times and places she would recognize it -- distinctively them, intimate and sensory.
"I want to fuck you," the Doctor muttered, into her ear. "I can't stop myself."
Rose spread her legs and bent her knees. "I wouldn't want you to."
Guiding himself inside her until he was seated all the way in, the Doctor's mouth fell open as they moved into the most classic position. He swallowed, and a bit of sweat fell from his hair to her cheek. She couldn't move to remove it, and wouldn't have wanted to if she could.
Deftly, the Doctor reached up and pulled on the ends of the tie. "Together," he said.
And they moved, the Doctor first, and then Rose picking up on his pace. She was so perilously close to the edge she could feel it, could taste the explosion of nerves before it actually happened. The Doctor twisted his hips and she went up and over, arching and grabbing at his back with nails sharp and uninhibited.
The Doctor continued to thrust, whispering incredible dirty things in her ear. Telling her how she moved was brilliant, how she tasted was divine, how he loved her, how much he wanted to spend all day doing this to her. Rose squeezed around him, concentrating on gripping and holding him tight inside her folds, and he finally gave a hoarse shout, coming deep inside of her.
His mouth worked for several moments. "Heh, well. Fuck me, Rose Tyler."
"I think I just did," she said with a giggle.
The Doctor rolled over, claiming his side of the bed. He laid his hands on his stomach and looked over at her, panting. "That was -- really... quite... Brilliant."
"Thank you," Rose said with a smug grin. "Welcome home, Doctor."
He rolled over and kissed her one more time. "May I never have to leave it again."
Rose had never been a religious person. But she figured it was as appropriate a response as any: "Amen."
"Although, if you're going to dress up in my ties every time..."
"Oh, shuttup."