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omg, I will be on more when school is less sucky and being eighteen stops weirding me out.
ON ANOTHER NOTE, apparently we're doing five acts again!
- post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes you liked to read about in your journal. inspiration can be found here. at the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in ( Read more... )
ON ANOTHER NOTE, apparently we're doing five acts again!
- post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes you liked to read about in your journal. inspiration can be found here. at the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in ( Read more... )
She approaches him with a human projection, even though she knows she doesn't have to.
Jack smiles when he sees her, looking at her with a surprised yet pleased expression.
"Well," he says walking towards her. "This is different." Not unusual, she notes to herself. She knew it wouldn't be but it is a reassurance that her assumptions are correct.
The TARDIS smiles, walking towards him, her arms moving to curl around his waist. She wears no clothing, only the long, red hair covers her and she doesn't use that as any sort of shield to hide her nakedness.
She sees no need for it and she doubts Jack would care.
She presses herself up against him, her body warm and skin soft. She is the perfect human projection, or she has tried to be. There's still a low hum that she cna't seem to quite get rid of when she kisses him but he doesn’t seem to mind it.
His hands rest on her shoulders, then travel down her arms to her hands, he holds them, the pads of his thumbs stroking her skin. He doesn't say anything, just smiles and she smiles back.
She considers this over and over again, hopes that it is the appropriate way to say hello, or at least, the appropriate way when it is catered to him. She's always been fond of Jack, despite her need to run from him. It was never about Jack himself, just what he was.
But now she's not running, she's not pulling them to the end of the universe, she's keeping them right here, safe and comfortable.
He pulls her in for another kiss and she starts to unbutton his shirt, her mouth breaking away from his to start tasting the exposed skin. She kisses him with caution, careful to not apply too much pressure.
he pulls her closer and she smiles as she grazes her teeth against his collarbone. She knows that he's starting to get an erection, a sign that she's doing all the appropriate things that would stir such a reaction and she takes a moment between kisses to be proud of herself.
The shirt is removed and she lets her mouth explore him, tasting his skin and testing his reactions to certain stimuli. It's curious, she thinks to herself, the way humans will react to certain things, things like biting which is usually considered something painful, can bring forth pleasure when applied the right way.
She finds that, in using her mouth as a source of stimuli, he seems to respond rather well, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers is proof of that.
She considers this then places her hands behind her back, and continues to leave kisses and bites against his skin. She's curious to see what will happen if she removes all other sources and concentrates on just one.
Jack leans against the console watching her and breathing hard, he moves to undue the buttons of his trousers and she miles, sinking to her knees and studying him for a moment.
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She can hear him, groaning and thrusting but he never touches her projection, only grips the console hard.
She wonders if that is appropriate, if he should be reacting in a different manner and, if that means she is doing something wrong.
She pulls back, staring up at him with a concerned expression.
He takes a moment to catch his breath and looks down at her. "Are you all right," he asks moving to crouch down so that he might be on her level.
"I am fully functional," she informs. "It's you that concerns me."
He laughs., leaning in to kiss her. "I'm fine" he assures. "Really, I'm fine, I swear."
She returns the kiss, pushing him back until he's laying against her floor. She wills both her projection and the ground beneath them warmer so that he might be more comfortable and she can see him melt into that warmth, his arms pulling her close.
She kisses him again, this time on the neck and down his chest. He groans and he can’t help but grind against her leg.
She laughs, knowing what he wants and situating herself on top of him, their hips moving together in time.
She still kisses him through, still sucks and nips at his skin until there are small marks scattered across his neck and shoulders.
When he comes it's after she's returned to kissing his mouth, her teeth around his bottom lip as she sucks hard.
She rolls off of him, smiling proudly to herself as he turns to look at her.
"You know," he says, moving so that he can pull her close against him. "You never let me say hello."
She looks up at him, blinking. "I thought that was hello."
He only laughs.
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