Dr Who - fic/art - Revved Up Like A Deuce, Another Runner In The Night, Nine/Jack/Rose, NC-17
Title - Revved Up Like A Deuce, Another Runner In The Night
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18
Warning - mild and consensual kink
Threesome - Nine/Jack/Rose
Length - 570 words
Spoilers - end of New Who S1
Summary - A black silk blindfold, she realises, when she’s handed it to examine.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
In my completed but not yet posted Support Stacie Auction fic for doctorsdiva, To Behold Your Soul Is Ecstasy, there’s established Nine/Rose/Jack blindfold play. This, by contrast, is Rose's first time with any kink at all. Jack and the Doctor have long since lost count ;) This was originally posted at the latest Whoniverse porn battle. Thank you, if you left me comments over there :)
Revved Up Like A Deuce, Another Runner In The Night
by Laura
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The single relationships were as important as the triad, she’d learned, and Rose knew what they did, in bed, when she wasn’t with them. She’d told them she’d love to join in with those games, and her request hadn’t been denied. They’d sat on a tartan blanket, in an empty field that didn’t belong to anyone, on a planet where the grass wasn’t green, but blue.
“If we’re gonna start you with the slightly kinkier stuff in bed, then you must know how to tell us if it’s all too much for you to deal with, sweetheart,” Jack had explained.
The Doctor had elaborated, “You need to be able to tell us to stop, Rose, when you can’t think ‘stop’, all right?”
Sounded reasonable enough. “All right. So how do I do that?” she’d wondered, running her fingers through the differently-coloured grass.
“With a safeword,” replied Jack. “Say that word, Rose, we finish the scene, and maybe the sex, right then, no questions asked.”
***
They’ve all indulged in a couple rounds of extraordinary sex. No kink, no safewords, yet, though. Watching Jack and the Doctor peer into a wooden box the Time Lord’s just unlocked, Rose lies on the bed and stretches her arms. She’d asked for gentle, and easy to cope with, for her first time.
“That’ll be perfect,” Jack says, as the Doctor takes something black and soft from the box, which is then locked again, and placed on the bedside table.
It’s a blindfold, she sees, from the shape, the ties. A black silk blindfold, she realises, when she’s handed it to examine. She runs it over her hands, holds it up to her eyes. Definitely can’t see through it.
“Eliminating one sense makes all the others work that much harder, Rose,” the Doctor explains, as he and Jack lie down again.
“So, what, you blindfold me, and when you touch me, my skin’s gonna be even more sensitive than it already is when we’re shagging?” she asks, glancing between the two of them.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Jack says, with smile. “Exactly. You wanna give it a go, play a scene?”
Gentle, and easy to cope with. Well, she hopes so, at least. But she does want to try. “Green,” she says, nodding, “that’s my safeword.”
“Green it is, then.” The Doctor holds his hand out to her. “Sit up, and give me the blindfold, Rose.”
She passes him the strip of silk, and he moves behind her. Jack’s still in front of her.
“I’m gonna blindfold you now, all right?”
“All right, Doctor,” she says, with a nod.
“And I’m gonna need you to hold Rose’s hair out of the way, Captain, so kiss her, then come over here, please.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack replies, before planting the softest of kisses on her mouth, just the tip of his tongue slipping between her lips. “Enjoy, honey,” he says, grinning.
“I hope so, Jack,” she tells him, with a smile that doesn’t quite match his, as he also shifts behind her.
The blindfold is then placed gently over her eyes, and everything goes black, she can’t see a single thing. For Rose, no sight apparently means her sense of touch goes straight into overdrive.
Because the Doctor’s and Jack’s hands on her head, their lips on the back of her neck, her shoulders all feel like electricity.
Deeper, closer, more intimate contact, Rose thinks, is gonna feel like fire.
-end-
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18
Warning - mild and consensual kink
Threesome - Nine/Jack/Rose
Length - 570 words
Spoilers - end of New Who S1
Summary - A black silk blindfold, she realises, when she’s handed it to examine.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
In my completed but not yet posted Support Stacie Auction fic for doctorsdiva, To Behold Your Soul Is Ecstasy, there’s established Nine/Rose/Jack blindfold play. This, by contrast, is Rose's first time with any kink at all. Jack and the Doctor have long since lost count ;) This was originally posted at the latest Whoniverse porn battle. Thank you, if you left me comments over there :)
Revved Up Like A Deuce, Another Runner In The Night
by Laura
click for bigger...
The single relationships were as important as the triad, she’d learned, and Rose knew what they did, in bed, when she wasn’t with them. She’d told them she’d love to join in with those games, and her request hadn’t been denied. They’d sat on a tartan blanket, in an empty field that didn’t belong to anyone, on a planet where the grass wasn’t green, but blue.
“If we’re gonna start you with the slightly kinkier stuff in bed, then you must know how to tell us if it’s all too much for you to deal with, sweetheart,” Jack had explained.
The Doctor had elaborated, “You need to be able to tell us to stop, Rose, when you can’t think ‘stop’, all right?”
Sounded reasonable enough. “All right. So how do I do that?” she’d wondered, running her fingers through the differently-coloured grass.
“With a safeword,” replied Jack. “Say that word, Rose, we finish the scene, and maybe the sex, right then, no questions asked.”
***
They’ve all indulged in a couple rounds of extraordinary sex. No kink, no safewords, yet, though. Watching Jack and the Doctor peer into a wooden box the Time Lord’s just unlocked, Rose lies on the bed and stretches her arms. She’d asked for gentle, and easy to cope with, for her first time.
“That’ll be perfect,” Jack says, as the Doctor takes something black and soft from the box, which is then locked again, and placed on the bedside table.
It’s a blindfold, she sees, from the shape, the ties. A black silk blindfold, she realises, when she’s handed it to examine. She runs it over her hands, holds it up to her eyes. Definitely can’t see through it.
“Eliminating one sense makes all the others work that much harder, Rose,” the Doctor explains, as he and Jack lie down again.
“So, what, you blindfold me, and when you touch me, my skin’s gonna be even more sensitive than it already is when we’re shagging?” she asks, glancing between the two of them.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Jack says, with smile. “Exactly. You wanna give it a go, play a scene?”
Gentle, and easy to cope with. Well, she hopes so, at least. But she does want to try. “Green,” she says, nodding, “that’s my safeword.”
“Green it is, then.” The Doctor holds his hand out to her. “Sit up, and give me the blindfold, Rose.”
She passes him the strip of silk, and he moves behind her. Jack’s still in front of her.
“I’m gonna blindfold you now, all right?”
“All right, Doctor,” she says, with a nod.
“And I’m gonna need you to hold Rose’s hair out of the way, Captain, so kiss her, then come over here, please.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack replies, before planting the softest of kisses on her mouth, just the tip of his tongue slipping between her lips. “Enjoy, honey,” he says, grinning.
“I hope so, Jack,” she tells him, with a smile that doesn’t quite match his, as he also shifts behind her.
The blindfold is then placed gently over her eyes, and everything goes black, she can’t see a single thing. For Rose, no sight apparently means her sense of touch goes straight into overdrive.
Because the Doctor’s and Jack’s hands on her head, their lips on the back of her neck, her shoulders all feel like electricity.
Deeper, closer, more intimate contact, Rose thinks, is gonna feel like fire.
-end-