Fic: Smeared (The Watermelon Lip Gloss Incident)
How do you say "Happy belated birthday!" to two of your most favorite ladies in all of fandom? With porn, of course!
Happy Birthday, unfolded73 and fid_gin. I love you both lots.
Title: Smeared (The Watermelon Lip Gloss Incident)
Author: ladychi
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Anal play (on Ten), penetration of foreign objects (of Rose) and general kink.
Summary: Ten's oral fixation causes a distraction so severe the Doctor and Rose miss their Roman holiday in favor of something a little more... pornographic.
Smeared
Rose Tyler stood in the wardrobe, completely starkers and dripping just a bit from the shower she just got out of. There were endless possibilities, stretching back as far as the eye could see, and this was the part of her day she found she enjoyed probably a bit more than she should. However, today - today was a special day. A girl didn't wear just anything on a Roman holiday. A girl had to whip out her Grace Kelley, her inner goddess. Days like today called for silk scarves and over-large sunglasses, perfect manicures and silhouettes in black and white.
First, though, she started with the basics. Pink satin knickers that curved to her hips and caressed her, every step she took intimate. She loved the feel of them against her, the way they made her feel more feline than feminine, as though she were something to be petted, loved. She ran her hands from her knickers to her breasts and cupped them lovingly before she selected the bra. In the same delicate shade of pink, it pushed her breasts up and together. Lace covered her nipples, but it didn't irritate her so much as tantalize her. Every inch of her felt alive.
Silk stockings next. Real stockings, that hooked to a garter belt. Contrasting pink with black - the innocent and the sexy. Checking the smoothness of her skin, she felt her calves flex when her hands passed over them. She slipped her feet into timeless black pumps and looked at herself in the mirror, a smile slowly crossing her face.
Then came the skirt. Just barely long enough to cover the garters she wore, it was black and tight. Then the shirt. It plunged as low as Rose would dare allow, some of the pink lace of her bra showing at the hem of the neck of the white silk blouse. It wrapped around her body like a lover.
Done with the wardrobe, she passed into the dressing room and dried her hair with the alien dryer that took only seconds to squeeze the moisture out of her hair. Then she pressed it flat before she curled it in whimsical wisps, like she had worn when she first met her Doctor.
She opened her makeup jar, biting her lip as she considered her options. She went for a light tinted moisturizer, a hint of blush at the apples of her cheeks, her typical eyeliner and mascara combo, pink eyeshadow and then... she grinned when she saw it. Deep red lipstick - bold. And over that, a gloss that tasted of watermelon.
The door opened, and the Doctor stepped in. He, too, was dressed to the nines in a tux. His hair was arranged impressively in a disarray and he was, quite frankly, beautiful.
Rose stood, and the Doctor grinned. “Oh, can I just say... you look lovely.”
Rose blushed. “Do you think so?”
“Very much.” He offered her his arm, gallantly, and then stopped. “What's that I...” He leaned close to her, sniffing at the nape of her neck. “No,” he said. Then his nose moved to her collar bone, then her wrists, then her ear. “No, no, no...”
“What are you doing?” Rose asked.
“I smell...” The Doctor lurched forward and captured her lips with hers. He kissed her like he was devouring her, like he was drinking her in. When they separated, it was with a faint pop. The Doctor beamed at her. “Watermelon. I love the taste of watermelon.”
“I can't really taste it,” Rose said, “since it's on my lips, you see.”
“Oh, you should,” the Doctor said, his eyes wide and serious. “It's...” He bent and kissed her again, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip, back and forth before it darted into her mouth. “It's really quite good,” he managed, when they broke apart again.
Inspired, Rose reached into her drawer and pulled out the lip gloss. “Hold still,” she said. “I want a taste.”
Quickly, she coated his lips in the stuff, sweeping across his bottom lip with a good thick coat and then more carefully capturing the vee of his top lip with a layer. Her heels gave her the height she needed and she only needed to pull him down to her level a little. She teased him - quick little nips at different points across his lips before she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned, and the Doctor's hands caught her hair and pulled her closer. She could taste the watermelon - sweet and crisp on his lips and flavored by his breath and hers mingled together.
His hands drifted down her body to her blouse and he pulled it up, at the same time pushing her back against the vanity. He exposed an inch of flesh to his eyes and kissed her right above the waistline of her skirt, falling to his knees and pushing more fabric up until he could see the dip of her navel. The tip of the lip gloss fit just inside the crook in her flesh and he coated it, blowing cool air across the liquid color and causing a shiver to work its way through Rose's entire body. Then his tongue disappeared after the flavor, swirling around and around inside of her navel until there was none of the flavor left.
He insistently tugged at her blouse until she threw it over his head and he studied her stomach for a moment. Inspired, he applied the gloss to her skin again, slowly drawing a very large D. And then an o. A c next... then a t. Her stomach danced under the steady pressure of the lip gloss and the knowing of what was going to come next. O... then r. And his name was across her in the same color as her lips.
He sat back on his heels for a moment. Rose's found her breath inexplicably quick, the queer pressure between her legs impossibly insistent. His tongue flicked out between his teeth in anticipation, but then he pulled it back inside of his mouth.
“Lovely,” he said lowly. His tongue followed the curve of the r. He worked his way backwards across her stomach, and the cool air of the TARDIS rushing across her wet skin made her shiver, and there was the slightly-cooler-than-usual pressure of the Doctor's hands on her thighs. It was all she could do to keep from insisting that he put his tongue in more creative places.
Smoothly, while he was finishing out the D, he reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, exposing her breasts to him. He was true to his oral fixation, latching onto one as soon as it was free and sucking fiercely until it came to complete attention. Then his tongue flicked across the nipple. Back and forth and back and forth it went until Rose's hips were jerking in the same motion as his tongue.
The calloused skin of his thumb was on her other nipple almost instantly... rubbing it in a counter-motion. Then, his hand drifted downward, pushing the material of her skirt up, and the fabric of her knickers aside. There was his magic thumb, testing her.
“Oh, Rose.” He looked up at her with fascinated eyes. “You're so wet.”
“Yeah, I know,” she managed, pushing her hips forward. “You've got a - ah - talented tongue.”
“I know,” the Doctor said, just as cheekily, and he pressed his thumb all the way inside of her. Rose's insides clamped down on him like she never wanted him to go.
Impatiently, he pushed her panties down and her skirt up and spread her legs. His tongue flickered forward and tasted her center, then darted up towards her clit.
“Shit!” Rose pumped her hips, and the Doctor pressed down on her pubic bone with one hand.
“Steady now,” he said easily, and reached for the lip gloss. Rose's eyes nearly rolled back in her head. He rolled the lip gloss over the outside of the entrance to her sex in a tantalizing circle, getting closer and closer to penetrating her with the small tube, but refraining from actually pushing it inside. Then he painted a trail outside of the lips of her sex, coloring them as carefully as Rose had painted her mouth earlier. Pressing them together, he surveyed his work. The pressure on her clit nearly made Rose explode. “Now there's a pretty picture,” the Doctor said, and then he kissed the center of her closed vagina.
“Doctor, please.”
He smirked at her and trailed his tongue across the lip gloss. Sometimes it would slip and touch inside of her, and Rose would fight the urge to push his head down and make him satisfy her, but the ache inside of her was lovely in its own way, too. When the watermelon flavor was all gone, he released her and then pulled her lips apart again.
This time, he gave her no warning, just pressed the rolled tip of the lip gloss against her clit and rolled it back and forth.
“Oh fuck!” Rose lurched backward - or tried to. The Doctor's hands held her in place, but the pressure never went away. Just back and forth and back and forth over her clit the Doctor pushed the flavor. His mouth found her hip and he sucked in counterpoint to the lip gloss driving her to ecstasy. Rose's toes curled and it started - the little explosions behind her eyes and shocks throughout her system that shook her to the core. She tried to escape from the sensations, but the Doctor would have none of it.
He moved the lip gloss from her clit down to her soaking center and pressed it inside of her. Rose keened pumped her hips. The Doctor's thumb rested against her clit, pushing back and forth as he painted the inside of her with the lip gloss, swirling it around and around until Rose was sure she would taste of watermelon for days.
Then the Doctor's mouth joined the little tube, twirling around after it inside of her. The queer textures of his tongue against the plastic tube felt... invasive and yet delicious. Rose gripped at both of them and squeezed like she would the Doctor's cock and the Doctor shuddered in delight beneath her. He sucked her down, the slurping and swallowing noises driving her crazy until suddenly there was no tube... just the Doctor's clever, clever tongue. Then that abandoned her, too and it seemed nothing happened for several long seconds, but it can't have been long because the Doctor's teeth scraped, ever-so-lightly, against her clit.
She came hard, gripping her hands and rolling her hips and swearing underneath of her breath. When the last of the shocks faded from her body, she opened her eyes and reached for the lip gloss.
**
The Doctor's eyes widened and his pupils dilated... not so much in shock as in pure pleasure as she licked the tube clean and then painted her lips with the color, pushing off of the vanity to capture his mouth again. They kissed furiously, and Rose's hand found the bulge in his pants that had become more and more uncomfortable with every passing minute.
The palm of her hand rubbed in gentle circles over his trousers while the other half played with his hair. Waves of pleasure washed over him and goosebumps rose on his skin. She quickly dispensed of his jacket, his shirt and his tie, playfully pulling that over her own head and letting the material dangle between her breasts. She made quite a sight - her skirt still bunched around her hips, her feet in the heels which had come in so handy earlier, the stockings clinging for dear life, her breasts and nipples well-kissed and aroused still.
He kicked his own shoes off and finally, they both got rid of his trousers. Rose brushed her fingers over his nipples, and scraped down his stomach with finely manicured nails. That was new. The manicure, anyway. The pleasure this brought him - well, that was well-practiced. She soothed the marks on the way back up with smooth hands and then they kissed again, his erection poking into her stomach.
The lip gloss had been abandoned temporarily, but not for long. Rose reached for it and colored her lips again, quite deliberately. Several times she passed over that tender flesh before she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.
He would never get used to this. Rose was brilliant at this - unapologetic, fearless and enthusiastic, and when she sucked so hard she nearly swallowed, the Doctor had to fight the urge to come.
She pulled off of him slowly... so very slowly, putting pressure on every inch of his cock until she released him with a faint “pop”. Giggling a little, she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. “Lovely,” she said, and the Doctor had to laugh a little, too. She'd painted his cock with her very lips.
She went back to it, drawing him deep inside of her mouth, caressing his balls with one hand, rolling them over and back and forth. Her eyes never left his - that was the best part. They danced in shared pleasure, and spoke more eloquently of love and devotion than any words would.
Soon enough, he couldn't fight the urge to fuck. “Rose,” he said through gritted teeth, “if you don't want... you'd better... aaaaah...”
She never stopped, letting him push in and out of her mouth in little motions, coaxing him back and forth, even. Her hand left his balls and cupped his buttock until she found the patch of skin near his anus. Clever Rose, she pressed against it, rolling her knuckles over that tender area without invading him - a thought that wasn't at all unpleasant.
“You can, uh....”
Rose looked up at him and nodded slowly. Her finger ducked inside of her mouth, collecting moisture, and then returned to where it had previously been. She kept sucking him - a welcome distraction and a pleasurable one. This body was so flexible, so young, so.... Her finger pressed inside of him, evenly. She didn't rush, just waited for him to relax and give way.
“Oh,” he moaned. It was almost too much, this pleasure from both sides. He wanted to come. He wanted...
Another finger.
Rose was pushing gently at his opening with another finger. Reflexively, he clenched around her. It might be too soon, it might be too much, it might...
He came with no warning. Rose's eyes widened but she swallowed it down - every last drop of everything and then got to her feet.
“Rose, I....”
He caught sight of them in the mirror. A little white lingered on her mouth, but the predominant color was the deep red of the lip gloss. He could see the faint markings of his name on her stomach, could see the trail it had left across his cock.
Swiftly, he turned her around. He pushed her hair aside and grabbed the lip gloss. This position, he knew she loved. He arranged her just so - slightly bent over the chair of the vanity, clearly able to see everything. He lifted her leg, braced it against the desk.
He reached between her legs and flicked her clit with his thumb. Dipping two fingers inside of her, he could tell she was still wet and ready. A few passes over his dick with his hand and he was hard again and he slipped inside of her.
She bent forward, her mouth opening slightly, which was all the more he wanted. He opened the lip gloss and brushed it across her bottom lip. Rose's eyes widened, and he thrust into her. In and out, slowly and rhythmically as he coated her mouth. Her hand reached back to grab anything to which she could cling, but the Doctor was relentless, his mouth curved in a smirk. Once finished with her lips, he painted a straight line down her body to her clit.
Rose's whole body shuddered in remembrance. Then the Doctor's other hand reached up and massaged her breast, the lip gloss just resting at her clit, not doing anything. Rose gasped and panted and pleaded.
“Please, Doctor, please...”
“What do you want?”
“I want to come,” Rose keened. “Please, just...”
“You are so lovely,” the Doctor said, kissing her shoulder as he fucked her steadily. “All painted red and wide-eyed. Look at you. Look at yourself, Rose. Just...”
She raised her eyes.
**
In that moment, she saw what he saw. What a gorgeous, perverse tableau they made, the older man and the younger woman. Smeared in lip gloss, bent over a desk, clothes half-on and half-off. The joy, though.. the joy in her eyes, in her face... the faint hint, she sometimes caught, of the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her. The look on his face.
The overwhelming scent of watermelon.
She clenched him and came, her sex squeezing him, milking him until he shouted too.
**
A few minutes later, they were panting on the floor of the dressing room. “Love watermelon,” the Doctor said with a nod. “Brilliant stuff.”
Rose grinned. “I couldn't agree more.”
Happy Birthday, unfolded73 and fid_gin. I love you both lots.
Title: Smeared (The Watermelon Lip Gloss Incident)
Author: ladychi
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Anal play (on Ten), penetration of foreign objects (of Rose) and general kink.
Summary: Ten's oral fixation causes a distraction so severe the Doctor and Rose miss their Roman holiday in favor of something a little more... pornographic.
Smeared
Rose Tyler stood in the wardrobe, completely starkers and dripping just a bit from the shower she just got out of. There were endless possibilities, stretching back as far as the eye could see, and this was the part of her day she found she enjoyed probably a bit more than she should. However, today - today was a special day. A girl didn't wear just anything on a Roman holiday. A girl had to whip out her Grace Kelley, her inner goddess. Days like today called for silk scarves and over-large sunglasses, perfect manicures and silhouettes in black and white.
First, though, she started with the basics. Pink satin knickers that curved to her hips and caressed her, every step she took intimate. She loved the feel of them against her, the way they made her feel more feline than feminine, as though she were something to be petted, loved. She ran her hands from her knickers to her breasts and cupped them lovingly before she selected the bra. In the same delicate shade of pink, it pushed her breasts up and together. Lace covered her nipples, but it didn't irritate her so much as tantalize her. Every inch of her felt alive.
Silk stockings next. Real stockings, that hooked to a garter belt. Contrasting pink with black - the innocent and the sexy. Checking the smoothness of her skin, she felt her calves flex when her hands passed over them. She slipped her feet into timeless black pumps and looked at herself in the mirror, a smile slowly crossing her face.
Then came the skirt. Just barely long enough to cover the garters she wore, it was black and tight. Then the shirt. It plunged as low as Rose would dare allow, some of the pink lace of her bra showing at the hem of the neck of the white silk blouse. It wrapped around her body like a lover.
Done with the wardrobe, she passed into the dressing room and dried her hair with the alien dryer that took only seconds to squeeze the moisture out of her hair. Then she pressed it flat before she curled it in whimsical wisps, like she had worn when she first met her Doctor.
She opened her makeup jar, biting her lip as she considered her options. She went for a light tinted moisturizer, a hint of blush at the apples of her cheeks, her typical eyeliner and mascara combo, pink eyeshadow and then... she grinned when she saw it. Deep red lipstick - bold. And over that, a gloss that tasted of watermelon.
The door opened, and the Doctor stepped in. He, too, was dressed to the nines in a tux. His hair was arranged impressively in a disarray and he was, quite frankly, beautiful.
Rose stood, and the Doctor grinned. “Oh, can I just say... you look lovely.”
Rose blushed. “Do you think so?”
“Very much.” He offered her his arm, gallantly, and then stopped. “What's that I...” He leaned close to her, sniffing at the nape of her neck. “No,” he said. Then his nose moved to her collar bone, then her wrists, then her ear. “No, no, no...”
“What are you doing?” Rose asked.
“I smell...” The Doctor lurched forward and captured her lips with hers. He kissed her like he was devouring her, like he was drinking her in. When they separated, it was with a faint pop. The Doctor beamed at her. “Watermelon. I love the taste of watermelon.”
“I can't really taste it,” Rose said, “since it's on my lips, you see.”
“Oh, you should,” the Doctor said, his eyes wide and serious. “It's...” He bent and kissed her again, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip, back and forth before it darted into her mouth. “It's really quite good,” he managed, when they broke apart again.
Inspired, Rose reached into her drawer and pulled out the lip gloss. “Hold still,” she said. “I want a taste.”
Quickly, she coated his lips in the stuff, sweeping across his bottom lip with a good thick coat and then more carefully capturing the vee of his top lip with a layer. Her heels gave her the height she needed and she only needed to pull him down to her level a little. She teased him - quick little nips at different points across his lips before she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned, and the Doctor's hands caught her hair and pulled her closer. She could taste the watermelon - sweet and crisp on his lips and flavored by his breath and hers mingled together.
His hands drifted down her body to her blouse and he pulled it up, at the same time pushing her back against the vanity. He exposed an inch of flesh to his eyes and kissed her right above the waistline of her skirt, falling to his knees and pushing more fabric up until he could see the dip of her navel. The tip of the lip gloss fit just inside the crook in her flesh and he coated it, blowing cool air across the liquid color and causing a shiver to work its way through Rose's entire body. Then his tongue disappeared after the flavor, swirling around and around inside of her navel until there was none of the flavor left.
He insistently tugged at her blouse until she threw it over his head and he studied her stomach for a moment. Inspired, he applied the gloss to her skin again, slowly drawing a very large D. And then an o. A c next... then a t. Her stomach danced under the steady pressure of the lip gloss and the knowing of what was going to come next. O... then r. And his name was across her in the same color as her lips.
He sat back on his heels for a moment. Rose's found her breath inexplicably quick, the queer pressure between her legs impossibly insistent. His tongue flicked out between his teeth in anticipation, but then he pulled it back inside of his mouth.
“Lovely,” he said lowly. His tongue followed the curve of the r. He worked his way backwards across her stomach, and the cool air of the TARDIS rushing across her wet skin made her shiver, and there was the slightly-cooler-than-usual pressure of the Doctor's hands on her thighs. It was all she could do to keep from insisting that he put his tongue in more creative places.
Smoothly, while he was finishing out the D, he reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, exposing her breasts to him. He was true to his oral fixation, latching onto one as soon as it was free and sucking fiercely until it came to complete attention. Then his tongue flicked across the nipple. Back and forth and back and forth it went until Rose's hips were jerking in the same motion as his tongue.
The calloused skin of his thumb was on her other nipple almost instantly... rubbing it in a counter-motion. Then, his hand drifted downward, pushing the material of her skirt up, and the fabric of her knickers aside. There was his magic thumb, testing her.
“Oh, Rose.” He looked up at her with fascinated eyes. “You're so wet.”
“Yeah, I know,” she managed, pushing her hips forward. “You've got a - ah - talented tongue.”
“I know,” the Doctor said, just as cheekily, and he pressed his thumb all the way inside of her. Rose's insides clamped down on him like she never wanted him to go.
Impatiently, he pushed her panties down and her skirt up and spread her legs. His tongue flickered forward and tasted her center, then darted up towards her clit.
“Shit!” Rose pumped her hips, and the Doctor pressed down on her pubic bone with one hand.
“Steady now,” he said easily, and reached for the lip gloss. Rose's eyes nearly rolled back in her head. He rolled the lip gloss over the outside of the entrance to her sex in a tantalizing circle, getting closer and closer to penetrating her with the small tube, but refraining from actually pushing it inside. Then he painted a trail outside of the lips of her sex, coloring them as carefully as Rose had painted her mouth earlier. Pressing them together, he surveyed his work. The pressure on her clit nearly made Rose explode. “Now there's a pretty picture,” the Doctor said, and then he kissed the center of her closed vagina.
“Doctor, please.”
He smirked at her and trailed his tongue across the lip gloss. Sometimes it would slip and touch inside of her, and Rose would fight the urge to push his head down and make him satisfy her, but the ache inside of her was lovely in its own way, too. When the watermelon flavor was all gone, he released her and then pulled her lips apart again.
This time, he gave her no warning, just pressed the rolled tip of the lip gloss against her clit and rolled it back and forth.
“Oh fuck!” Rose lurched backward - or tried to. The Doctor's hands held her in place, but the pressure never went away. Just back and forth and back and forth over her clit the Doctor pushed the flavor. His mouth found her hip and he sucked in counterpoint to the lip gloss driving her to ecstasy. Rose's toes curled and it started - the little explosions behind her eyes and shocks throughout her system that shook her to the core. She tried to escape from the sensations, but the Doctor would have none of it.
He moved the lip gloss from her clit down to her soaking center and pressed it inside of her. Rose keened pumped her hips. The Doctor's thumb rested against her clit, pushing back and forth as he painted the inside of her with the lip gloss, swirling it around and around until Rose was sure she would taste of watermelon for days.
Then the Doctor's mouth joined the little tube, twirling around after it inside of her. The queer textures of his tongue against the plastic tube felt... invasive and yet delicious. Rose gripped at both of them and squeezed like she would the Doctor's cock and the Doctor shuddered in delight beneath her. He sucked her down, the slurping and swallowing noises driving her crazy until suddenly there was no tube... just the Doctor's clever, clever tongue. Then that abandoned her, too and it seemed nothing happened for several long seconds, but it can't have been long because the Doctor's teeth scraped, ever-so-lightly, against her clit.
She came hard, gripping her hands and rolling her hips and swearing underneath of her breath. When the last of the shocks faded from her body, she opened her eyes and reached for the lip gloss.
**
The Doctor's eyes widened and his pupils dilated... not so much in shock as in pure pleasure as she licked the tube clean and then painted her lips with the color, pushing off of the vanity to capture his mouth again. They kissed furiously, and Rose's hand found the bulge in his pants that had become more and more uncomfortable with every passing minute.
The palm of her hand rubbed in gentle circles over his trousers while the other half played with his hair. Waves of pleasure washed over him and goosebumps rose on his skin. She quickly dispensed of his jacket, his shirt and his tie, playfully pulling that over her own head and letting the material dangle between her breasts. She made quite a sight - her skirt still bunched around her hips, her feet in the heels which had come in so handy earlier, the stockings clinging for dear life, her breasts and nipples well-kissed and aroused still.
He kicked his own shoes off and finally, they both got rid of his trousers. Rose brushed her fingers over his nipples, and scraped down his stomach with finely manicured nails. That was new. The manicure, anyway. The pleasure this brought him - well, that was well-practiced. She soothed the marks on the way back up with smooth hands and then they kissed again, his erection poking into her stomach.
The lip gloss had been abandoned temporarily, but not for long. Rose reached for it and colored her lips again, quite deliberately. Several times she passed over that tender flesh before she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.
He would never get used to this. Rose was brilliant at this - unapologetic, fearless and enthusiastic, and when she sucked so hard she nearly swallowed, the Doctor had to fight the urge to come.
She pulled off of him slowly... so very slowly, putting pressure on every inch of his cock until she released him with a faint “pop”. Giggling a little, she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. “Lovely,” she said, and the Doctor had to laugh a little, too. She'd painted his cock with her very lips.
She went back to it, drawing him deep inside of her mouth, caressing his balls with one hand, rolling them over and back and forth. Her eyes never left his - that was the best part. They danced in shared pleasure, and spoke more eloquently of love and devotion than any words would.
Soon enough, he couldn't fight the urge to fuck. “Rose,” he said through gritted teeth, “if you don't want... you'd better... aaaaah...”
She never stopped, letting him push in and out of her mouth in little motions, coaxing him back and forth, even. Her hand left his balls and cupped his buttock until she found the patch of skin near his anus. Clever Rose, she pressed against it, rolling her knuckles over that tender area without invading him - a thought that wasn't at all unpleasant.
“You can, uh....”
Rose looked up at him and nodded slowly. Her finger ducked inside of her mouth, collecting moisture, and then returned to where it had previously been. She kept sucking him - a welcome distraction and a pleasurable one. This body was so flexible, so young, so.... Her finger pressed inside of him, evenly. She didn't rush, just waited for him to relax and give way.
“Oh,” he moaned. It was almost too much, this pleasure from both sides. He wanted to come. He wanted...
Another finger.
Rose was pushing gently at his opening with another finger. Reflexively, he clenched around her. It might be too soon, it might be too much, it might...
He came with no warning. Rose's eyes widened but she swallowed it down - every last drop of everything and then got to her feet.
“Rose, I....”
He caught sight of them in the mirror. A little white lingered on her mouth, but the predominant color was the deep red of the lip gloss. He could see the faint markings of his name on her stomach, could see the trail it had left across his cock.
Swiftly, he turned her around. He pushed her hair aside and grabbed the lip gloss. This position, he knew she loved. He arranged her just so - slightly bent over the chair of the vanity, clearly able to see everything. He lifted her leg, braced it against the desk.
He reached between her legs and flicked her clit with his thumb. Dipping two fingers inside of her, he could tell she was still wet and ready. A few passes over his dick with his hand and he was hard again and he slipped inside of her.
She bent forward, her mouth opening slightly, which was all the more he wanted. He opened the lip gloss and brushed it across her bottom lip. Rose's eyes widened, and he thrust into her. In and out, slowly and rhythmically as he coated her mouth. Her hand reached back to grab anything to which she could cling, but the Doctor was relentless, his mouth curved in a smirk. Once finished with her lips, he painted a straight line down her body to her clit.
Rose's whole body shuddered in remembrance. Then the Doctor's other hand reached up and massaged her breast, the lip gloss just resting at her clit, not doing anything. Rose gasped and panted and pleaded.
“Please, Doctor, please...”
“What do you want?”
“I want to come,” Rose keened. “Please, just...”
“You are so lovely,” the Doctor said, kissing her shoulder as he fucked her steadily. “All painted red and wide-eyed. Look at you. Look at yourself, Rose. Just...”
She raised her eyes.
**
In that moment, she saw what he saw. What a gorgeous, perverse tableau they made, the older man and the younger woman. Smeared in lip gloss, bent over a desk, clothes half-on and half-off. The joy, though.. the joy in her eyes, in her face... the faint hint, she sometimes caught, of the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her. The look on his face.
The overwhelming scent of watermelon.
She clenched him and came, her sex squeezing him, milking him until he shouted too.
**
A few minutes later, they were panting on the floor of the dressing room. “Love watermelon,” the Doctor said with a nod. “Brilliant stuff.”
Rose grinned. “I couldn't agree more.”