Drabble: Taste. Shift. Donna/Rose (Adult)
Title: Taste. Shift.
Author: ladychi
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Rose/Donna (I done did it!)
Summary: Rose and Donna comfort each other during the events of Turn Left.
Taste. Shift.
Gentle hands on smooth skin -- curves where she's used to angles. Parting thighs to inhale something so similar to her own scent, yet so different.
Taste. Shift.
Fingers inside of her that end in tipped French nails. It should be uncomfortable. It should feel wrong. It feels like relief.
Taste. Shift.
Grinding. Donna's grinding against her face and she's using her tongue because she can't get enough. In some ways, she tastes like him.
Taste. Shift.
Panting -- so close to the edge but she can't come, can't let herself let go until Donna whispers in her ear that it's all right, that she'll be here when it's over.
Taste. Shift.
She's never tasted breasts before, never suckled at flesh so intently as she does now, Donna's hands in her hair, her body writhing underneath.
Taste. Shift.
It has to be over eventually -- the tasting, the teasing, the fucking. It all has to end because in the morning, Donna Noble will save the world.
Shift.
Across universes, across timelines. Time to save the world. Time turns around Donna with the red hair and the gorgeous tits and the strong thighs. Shift -- to the Doctor. Never forget the taste of Donna.
Author: ladychi
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Rose/Donna (I done did it!)
Summary: Rose and Donna comfort each other during the events of Turn Left.
Taste. Shift.
Gentle hands on smooth skin -- curves where she's used to angles. Parting thighs to inhale something so similar to her own scent, yet so different.
Taste. Shift.
Fingers inside of her that end in tipped French nails. It should be uncomfortable. It should feel wrong. It feels like relief.
Taste. Shift.
Grinding. Donna's grinding against her face and she's using her tongue because she can't get enough. In some ways, she tastes like him.
Taste. Shift.
Panting -- so close to the edge but she can't come, can't let herself let go until Donna whispers in her ear that it's all right, that she'll be here when it's over.
Taste. Shift.
She's never tasted breasts before, never suckled at flesh so intently as she does now, Donna's hands in her hair, her body writhing underneath.
Taste. Shift.
It has to be over eventually -- the tasting, the teasing, the fucking. It all has to end because in the morning, Donna Noble will save the world.
Shift.
Across universes, across timelines. Time to save the world. Time turns around Donna with the red hair and the gorgeous tits and the strong thighs. Shift -- to the Doctor. Never forget the taste of Donna.