Tell Me (1/1)
Title: Tell Me
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: M (for sMut)
Summary: “Do you want me, Rose?” He whispered. “Tell me you want me.”
A/N: ladyriona requested Ten and Rose and a battle for dominance. As a result, this story is pretty much straight up porn.
Beta'ed by fogsblue. Thanks so much Fogsie!! As per usual, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
His hand slipped down her back, playing with the fabric that ended just above her bum. He loved the feel of the silk against his fingers, the dark colour of the dress causing Rose’s hair and skin to glow. They had just gotten back from a ritzy restaurant on Thalos, made all the more sensual without sight. They had to feed each other, and it wasn’t long before hands began to wander.
Now in the privacy of their bedroom on the TARDIS, his mouth followed the path his fingers had traced hours earlier, moving from her ears down her sternum. Like the back, her dress plunged in the front, showing tantalizing glimpses of her breasts and driving him crazy. He licked a path back up, his hand finally finding the zipper and dragging it down with aching slowness.
Rose gasped as his hand came in contact with the bare skin of her arse, pulling her firmly against him and squeezing. He chuckled into her shoulder, nosing her hair out of the way and breathing in deep. She raised trembling hands and slowly undid his tie, the fabric swishing as she pulled it free. As his breath puffed into her ear and his hand slowly massaged her arse, she unbuttoned his jacket and oxford, sliding her hands up his chest and pushing the clothing off his shoulder.
“I want to feel you surround me, Rose,” The Doctor murmured, his voice dark and soft like velvet. “Want to feel your heat, sink myself into you and fuck you hard. Want to feel you clench around me as you scream my name, keep you on the edge of orgasm until you beg for mercy. My balls will slap against your skin, and you will forget that anyone else has touched you, taken you. You will feel every inch of me, Rose, you will be so tight and slick.”
His tongue snaked out, and Rose gave out a sudden moan at the contact. Her dress was slid off, leaving her naked. He grinned. “No knickers? Someone was eager.”
“You’re overdressed,” she replied breathlessly, and he stepped back to remove his oxford as Rose fumbled with his belt. Within moments he was naked, and he danced away from her touch.
Rose made a needy sound, but he was out of her reach and quickly pressed up behind her. She arched, hips pressing back against him. He was already hard against her bum.
“Do you want me, Rose?” He whispered, one hand cupping her breast as the other rested lightly on her stomach. “Tell me you want me.”
“Yes,” She gasped. “I want to feel you fuck me, Doctor. I want to feel you in me, sliding, grinding, make me come. I want you.”
“How much?” His hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her, but when she tried grinding down he adjusted and Rose whimpered. “None of that now,” he chided lightly. “Not until you answer.”
“So much,” she answered, her hands reaching behind them to grab his bum. He hissed in a breath. “All night, Doctor, I wanted to feel you inside me, your clever fingers fucking me, your tongue tasting me. I want you to make me scream, Doctor, clenching so tight around you as you move, as you climax. Want to feel you empty inside of me, Doctor, pounding so hard inside of me it’s all I can feel, your voice the only thing I hear.”
The Doctor moaned, and Rose echoed the sound as he slid a finger inside of her. She was more than ready, and he easily slid another in alongside it. She squirmed, rocking back against him, and his cock left a damp patch on the small of her back. One of her hands squeezed between them to grab him, and his startled gasp and thrust made her grin. “Need you, Doctor,” she whispered.
He nudged her forward, his fingers sliding out as she moved and tracing a wet circle around her nipple. Rose scrambled onto the bed when she got near, his cock slipping out of her grasp as she went. The Doctor followed after her, pressing down against her stomach as his head bent to suck at her breast. He hummed as he tasted her, and Rose ran one hand through his hair as the other fisted in the sheets.
She felt his fingers dip between her legs once more before tracing another pattern under her breast, his tongue llicking the moisture off. Rose groaned. His tongue caused her skin to ignite, but the brief touches and motions of his fingers inside her wasn’t enough to keep her satisfied. Rose arched the next time he went inside, hoping he would get the hint.
The Doctor chuckled. “Eager?” He murmured, his tongue tracing some intricate figure eight.
“Yes,” she panted, and tugged lightly at his hair. “And I know you are too, so stop wasting time.”
He sighed against the skin of her stomach, and then adjusted himself so that his head was between her thighs. Rose slid her legs onto his shoulders, bending her knees slightly to open up to him more. Her other hand let the sheets go and trailed soothingly through his hair, massaging lightly until he purred.
“You want me to fall asleep or make love to you?” he whispered, softly. Rose had figured out early on that, at least for this particular regeneration, running her fingers through his hair made him sleepy.
Rose smiled, and stilled her hands. “Please, continue,” she replied, and he grinned up at her before his hands resumed their previous activities.
Her face went slack as he began to slowly move his fingers inside of her, feeling for her sensitive spots, massaging ruthlessly once they were found. His tongue pressed against her clit, stroking lightly, almost soothing in comparison to the friction his fingers were providing. Rose’s hands clenched and unclenched rhythmically to the rocking of her hips, and when his fingers and tongue switched places she let out a low groan. His fingers pinched and twisted while his tongue stroked soothingly, and with one particularly sharp flick she came, letting out a short scream as the world shattered around her.
The Doctor looked smug as he licked his fingers clean, his other hand gently stroking the skin of her stomach. Rose gasped for air as she slowly trickled back together, first aware of his presence, and then finally her surroundings. “Fuck,” she gasped. “You... Doctor...”
“That’s me,” he said, amused. He crawled up her body to kiss her languidly. “I want you, Rose,” he whispered when the kiss ended.
Rose nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist. He slid in with ease, exhaling as he went. “You feel amazing, Rose,” he whispered. “The feel of you, so wet, so tight after release... you feel divine, Rose. My goddess. My own golden goddess...”
Her breath caught, and she tugged him down to her. The Doctor went willingly, his forehead on her shoulder, hands pressing against her shoulder blades. “You feel so good inside of me, Doctor,” Rose whispered, and from his sharp inhale he hadn’t been expecting it. She grinned. “Fucking me like this, your cock so deep inside me, filling me up; I love it, Doctor, love it when you fuck me, love it when you lose control and want me. I tease you all day just so see you get aroused; finger myself to thoughts of you so you can smell me and join me. I love the taste of me on your lips as I kiss you, love the taste of your cum as I swallow you. You taste so fucking good, Doctor.” She hissed as his hips jerked, indicating how mindlessly consumed with lust he was. “Fuck, Doctor, you’re so fucking good.”
She arched her hips, knocking him off balance, and rolled them. She grinned at his astonished look. “I love you the most,” she purred, “When I fuck you so hard you scream.”
Rose ground down, throwing her head back, hands braced on his chest. “Shit,” he groaned as he rose to meet her. “You.... Rose, you did that on purpose.”
Her smile was lupine. “Tell me, Doctor,” she murmured. “Tell me how much you want me.”
His eyes, meeting hers, were blazing. “More than I’ve wanted anything,” he replied, his hands clamping down on her waist.
Silence fell, broken only by a whispered name or the more primal sounds of coupling that had existed since time immemorial. Two beings, striving to be united as one, reaching for that ultimate goal, ultimate sacrifice, ultimate height. One ground and rotated and rocked against their partner as the other bucked and stroked and clung; it was an old dance, the oldest dance, one that needed no lyrics or music, just life and heart and soul.
And when they fell together, letting their joy sound out to the heavens, they fell into a love so vast that it spanned universes. As they clung to each other and rode out the waves, the Doctor and Rose Tyler felt like they could conquer everything.
When the passion had faded and the heat cooled, they curled together under the sheets and kissed slowly, lovingly, before dropping off to sleep. They dreamed together, of forevers and nows and whens, of long bright futures and new experiences. For they were a team, inseparable, half to the other’s whole, and should they lose each other the universe would mourn the loss of its brightest star.
“I love you,” Rose had whispered before the impossible realm of dreams took her.
“Not as much as I do you,” he replied, and their words twined around their hearts and nestled, content.
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: M (for sMut)
Summary: “Do you want me, Rose?” He whispered. “Tell me you want me.”
A/N: ladyriona requested Ten and Rose and a battle for dominance. As a result, this story is pretty much straight up porn.
Beta'ed by fogsblue. Thanks so much Fogsie!! As per usual, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
His hand slipped down her back, playing with the fabric that ended just above her bum. He loved the feel of the silk against his fingers, the dark colour of the dress causing Rose’s hair and skin to glow. They had just gotten back from a ritzy restaurant on Thalos, made all the more sensual without sight. They had to feed each other, and it wasn’t long before hands began to wander.
Now in the privacy of their bedroom on the TARDIS, his mouth followed the path his fingers had traced hours earlier, moving from her ears down her sternum. Like the back, her dress plunged in the front, showing tantalizing glimpses of her breasts and driving him crazy. He licked a path back up, his hand finally finding the zipper and dragging it down with aching slowness.
Rose gasped as his hand came in contact with the bare skin of her arse, pulling her firmly against him and squeezing. He chuckled into her shoulder, nosing her hair out of the way and breathing in deep. She raised trembling hands and slowly undid his tie, the fabric swishing as she pulled it free. As his breath puffed into her ear and his hand slowly massaged her arse, she unbuttoned his jacket and oxford, sliding her hands up his chest and pushing the clothing off his shoulder.
“I want to feel you surround me, Rose,” The Doctor murmured, his voice dark and soft like velvet. “Want to feel your heat, sink myself into you and fuck you hard. Want to feel you clench around me as you scream my name, keep you on the edge of orgasm until you beg for mercy. My balls will slap against your skin, and you will forget that anyone else has touched you, taken you. You will feel every inch of me, Rose, you will be so tight and slick.”
His tongue snaked out, and Rose gave out a sudden moan at the contact. Her dress was slid off, leaving her naked. He grinned. “No knickers? Someone was eager.”
“You’re overdressed,” she replied breathlessly, and he stepped back to remove his oxford as Rose fumbled with his belt. Within moments he was naked, and he danced away from her touch.
Rose made a needy sound, but he was out of her reach and quickly pressed up behind her. She arched, hips pressing back against him. He was already hard against her bum.
“Do you want me, Rose?” He whispered, one hand cupping her breast as the other rested lightly on her stomach. “Tell me you want me.”
“Yes,” She gasped. “I want to feel you fuck me, Doctor. I want to feel you in me, sliding, grinding, make me come. I want you.”
“How much?” His hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her, but when she tried grinding down he adjusted and Rose whimpered. “None of that now,” he chided lightly. “Not until you answer.”
“So much,” she answered, her hands reaching behind them to grab his bum. He hissed in a breath. “All night, Doctor, I wanted to feel you inside me, your clever fingers fucking me, your tongue tasting me. I want you to make me scream, Doctor, clenching so tight around you as you move, as you climax. Want to feel you empty inside of me, Doctor, pounding so hard inside of me it’s all I can feel, your voice the only thing I hear.”
The Doctor moaned, and Rose echoed the sound as he slid a finger inside of her. She was more than ready, and he easily slid another in alongside it. She squirmed, rocking back against him, and his cock left a damp patch on the small of her back. One of her hands squeezed between them to grab him, and his startled gasp and thrust made her grin. “Need you, Doctor,” she whispered.
He nudged her forward, his fingers sliding out as she moved and tracing a wet circle around her nipple. Rose scrambled onto the bed when she got near, his cock slipping out of her grasp as she went. The Doctor followed after her, pressing down against her stomach as his head bent to suck at her breast. He hummed as he tasted her, and Rose ran one hand through his hair as the other fisted in the sheets.
She felt his fingers dip between her legs once more before tracing another pattern under her breast, his tongue llicking the moisture off. Rose groaned. His tongue caused her skin to ignite, but the brief touches and motions of his fingers inside her wasn’t enough to keep her satisfied. Rose arched the next time he went inside, hoping he would get the hint.
The Doctor chuckled. “Eager?” He murmured, his tongue tracing some intricate figure eight.
“Yes,” she panted, and tugged lightly at his hair. “And I know you are too, so stop wasting time.”
He sighed against the skin of her stomach, and then adjusted himself so that his head was between her thighs. Rose slid her legs onto his shoulders, bending her knees slightly to open up to him more. Her other hand let the sheets go and trailed soothingly through his hair, massaging lightly until he purred.
“You want me to fall asleep or make love to you?” he whispered, softly. Rose had figured out early on that, at least for this particular regeneration, running her fingers through his hair made him sleepy.
Rose smiled, and stilled her hands. “Please, continue,” she replied, and he grinned up at her before his hands resumed their previous activities.
Her face went slack as he began to slowly move his fingers inside of her, feeling for her sensitive spots, massaging ruthlessly once they were found. His tongue pressed against her clit, stroking lightly, almost soothing in comparison to the friction his fingers were providing. Rose’s hands clenched and unclenched rhythmically to the rocking of her hips, and when his fingers and tongue switched places she let out a low groan. His fingers pinched and twisted while his tongue stroked soothingly, and with one particularly sharp flick she came, letting out a short scream as the world shattered around her.
The Doctor looked smug as he licked his fingers clean, his other hand gently stroking the skin of her stomach. Rose gasped for air as she slowly trickled back together, first aware of his presence, and then finally her surroundings. “Fuck,” she gasped. “You... Doctor...”
“That’s me,” he said, amused. He crawled up her body to kiss her languidly. “I want you, Rose,” he whispered when the kiss ended.
Rose nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist. He slid in with ease, exhaling as he went. “You feel amazing, Rose,” he whispered. “The feel of you, so wet, so tight after release... you feel divine, Rose. My goddess. My own golden goddess...”
Her breath caught, and she tugged him down to her. The Doctor went willingly, his forehead on her shoulder, hands pressing against her shoulder blades. “You feel so good inside of me, Doctor,” Rose whispered, and from his sharp inhale he hadn’t been expecting it. She grinned. “Fucking me like this, your cock so deep inside me, filling me up; I love it, Doctor, love it when you fuck me, love it when you lose control and want me. I tease you all day just so see you get aroused; finger myself to thoughts of you so you can smell me and join me. I love the taste of me on your lips as I kiss you, love the taste of your cum as I swallow you. You taste so fucking good, Doctor.” She hissed as his hips jerked, indicating how mindlessly consumed with lust he was. “Fuck, Doctor, you’re so fucking good.”
She arched her hips, knocking him off balance, and rolled them. She grinned at his astonished look. “I love you the most,” she purred, “When I fuck you so hard you scream.”
Rose ground down, throwing her head back, hands braced on his chest. “Shit,” he groaned as he rose to meet her. “You.... Rose, you did that on purpose.”
Her smile was lupine. “Tell me, Doctor,” she murmured. “Tell me how much you want me.”
His eyes, meeting hers, were blazing. “More than I’ve wanted anything,” he replied, his hands clamping down on her waist.
Silence fell, broken only by a whispered name or the more primal sounds of coupling that had existed since time immemorial. Two beings, striving to be united as one, reaching for that ultimate goal, ultimate sacrifice, ultimate height. One ground and rotated and rocked against their partner as the other bucked and stroked and clung; it was an old dance, the oldest dance, one that needed no lyrics or music, just life and heart and soul.
And when they fell together, letting their joy sound out to the heavens, they fell into a love so vast that it spanned universes. As they clung to each other and rode out the waves, the Doctor and Rose Tyler felt like they could conquer everything.
When the passion had faded and the heat cooled, they curled together under the sheets and kissed slowly, lovingly, before dropping off to sleep. They dreamed together, of forevers and nows and whens, of long bright futures and new experiences. For they were a team, inseparable, half to the other’s whole, and should they lose each other the universe would mourn the loss of its brightest star.
“I love you,” Rose had whispered before the impossible realm of dreams took her.
“Not as much as I do you,” he replied, and their words twined around their hearts and nestled, content.