Feast
Title: Feast
Author: Jinni
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spoilers throughout s2. Slightly silly porn.
The...well, leader is what Rose guessed...stepped forward and eyed the two of them. He had sharp rows of teeth. Two sets, in fact! Red eyes. She shivered and stepped a little closer to the Doctor, her hand wrapping around his forearm. He seemed just as confused by the situation they were in as she was. This was supposed to be a peaceful planet. It wasn’t, though. They’d been set upon the moment that the doors of the TARDIS had opened. The natives were even different colored than the normal race that thrived her - or so the Doctor had told her as they’d been led through the jungle to this clearing.
A clearing with a suspicious-looking altar in the center of it. Chains and shackles, included. Rose felt nervousness bubble in the pit of her stomach.
”What’s this all about, then?” the Doctor asked, cheerfully looking around at the assembled throng of natives that stood about watching them. She didn’t like the look on their faces. The hunger that she saw there was a little frightening, if she had to be honest.
"You must eat her," the leader ordered, the TARDIS translating the guttural noises that came from his mouth into something she recognized. Rose gasped.
"I will most certainly not!" the Doctor argued, all cheerfulness gone from his face. He took a step forward, only to find himself prodded with a wickedly sharp looking blade before he could move more than a half a meter.
”You will. Or we will.”
Rose felt hands on her arms. Hands that dragged her from the Doctor and to the altar. In seconds she was tied down, the Doctor watching from a short distance away, held back by a group of the burlier guards they'd initially encountered. He was trying to talk them out of it, but she could barely hear it above the rush of blood into her head.
Eat her?!?
It just figured that he’d land them both somewhere where the natives were into cannibalism. Oh, and look at what was on the menu tonight.
Her!
This was it, then. In the backwoods of nowhere, in a time that hadn't even happened yet for her, she was going to die.
"Oh!" the Doctor's exclamation was like a choir of angels when it came. Rose looked up, surprised to see that he was smiling and walking towards her. His hands were in his pockets. "This is fascinating, Rose. Really fascinating. It seems that these lovely people are a sect of the Cult of Riana. They’re just visiting this planet, same as we are - spreading the word of Riana. ‘Cept, that’s not why we’re here, of course. Just pure luck, us running into them."
She didn't think cannibalism was very fascinating, personally. Nor a cult that practiced said cannibalism. But the Doctor was smiling and that was a good thing. Right? "They're letting me go, then?"
"Oh, no," he shook his head, the smile slipping. He reached up, pulling at one of his ears, unable to meet her eyes. "They still want me to eat you."
"They WHAT?!?!" Rose screamed, struggling against the leather restraints that held her to the table. “I am no one’s dinner, Doctor!”
”Not… in that way,” he assured her, though the fact that he couldn’t seem to look her in the face wasn’t helping matters any.
”Then how?” she prompted, tugging at the bonds that held her down.
The Doctor sighed and looked at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Let’s just say that it is always surprising that certain sexually charged slang phrases from your culture exist in similar forms throughout space and time, shall we?”
Rose blinked. Slowly. Confusion was warring with understanding. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to understand. Not when it meant what she thought it meant.
”They want you -“ she began slowly, licking her lips. “To… you know… down there -“ she gestured with her chin. “.. to me?”
“Fascinating, hmm? It’s one of the joys of the Cult of Riana. They think women should be held in high regard. Treated like goddesses. Since we arrived together, the honor of showing you your ‘worth’ goes to me.”
“But. We’re not. I mean… you an’ I… “ Rose spluttered. “Did you explain to them that you and I aren’t like that?”
The Doctor’s eyebrows went up and he nodded. “Oh, yes. I did. Turns out, if I don’t do this… one of them will. You’re to be honored at all costs. No arguments allowed.”
“This is what holdin’ a woman in high regard means?” Rose was screaming and she knew it, but this was a bit ridiculous. The Doctor was not going to allow this to happen, was he?
“Rose -“
“It’s silly,” she argued with a shake of her head, wondering even as she did so why she suddenly felt a little wet between the legs. Thinking of the Doctor doing that, with her, shouldn’t turn her on so much. Wasn’t like she thought of him like that ever.
‘Cept for that once - all right, almost every time - in the shower.
And also when she was lying in bed, trying to rest, too wound up to keep her fingers from straying down, down, down…
Rose groaned, struggling against the bonds. It was no use. “Get me out of these.”
“You know that I would if I could, right?” was the Doctor’s response. Rose felt her heart drop. “They are fanatical about their religion, Rose. I try to get you out of here without observing this ceremony and I’ll cause an incident. Or worse.”
She didn’t want to know what the ‘worse’ was. These cultists were looking at her hungrily, true, but they had weapons. And sharp teeth. Then it dawned on her. “You said, if you don’t do this… one of them will? With those…teeth?”
”I’m sure they’d be careful. Injuring a woman’s… well, you know… is most likely a high crime.”
Rose heard someone talk, someplace off behind the Doctor.
”Oh, yes. It is,” he grinned at Rose. “See - if you don’t want me, you can it be one of them. They’ll be quite careful. Seems the penalty for drawing blood is having ones manly bits cut off.”
Rose blinked. Then again. She honestly couldn’t think of a retort for that. All things aside, it seemed a bit extreme to go whackin’ away at someone’s privates just because they nicked a girl with their teeth on accident. She relaxed against the table, restraints going slack now that she wasn’t trying to escape. This was… insane. Definitely the most off the wall thing that had happened in all of the time she’d been with the Doctor.
Which was why she didn’t feel too bad, a moment later, when she realized she was laughing.
“Fine, fine,” she managed between gasping for air, struggling to get her giggling under control. “Just, get it over with already, okay?” Then a thought hit, random and blinding. She hoisted herself up onto her elbows to look at the Doctor. “You do know how to do this, right?”
The look he gave her was one part indignation, one part amusement, and a touch of hurt. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’m over nine hundred years old, Rose.”
“Yeah… but… I mean, you don’t ever seem interested in…” she stopped, face flushing, and flopped backwards to hard and fast that her head cracked painfully against the altar. He was watchin’ her, waiting for her to finish. She could tell that much without even looking up again. In for a penny, in for a pound, she supposed. “Sex. You don’t ever seem interested in that sort of thing.”
Now it was the Doctor’s turn to just blink in surprise. Wasn’t often that she caught him off guard and it looked like this was one of those times. In a silly way, she felt sort of pleased to have shocked the words right from his mouth.
“I’m interested in sex,” he protested, rather weakly, after a moment. His cheeks were a bit pink, too. Rose stifled a laugh by biting the inside of her cheek rather hard.
”Couldn’t tell,” she offered helpfully. He had said once that he danced - but after a while she was forced to admit that maybe, just maybe, he’d meant actual dancin’ and not the pretty euphemism she’d meant it to be. “So - you know how to do this, right?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes, but he was smirking. Or was that a smile? Rose couldn’t really tell, but it looked very lovely. Sort of like he had seen a challenge and was about to grab at it.
There were worse ways to be ‘sacrificed’, of course. Death by pleasure - was that possible?
He took his jacket off, laying it in a neat little bundle next to her hip. One hand trailed over her leg as he walked slowly back to the foot of the altar. Only when he reached bare skin did Rose begin to curse the thoughtlessness that had led to her wearing a skirt on today of all days. His hand left her skin for a moment, and then the altar was moving and the restraints around her ankles were released. It bent down and away, so that her legs were now hanging, with only a little ledge to support her rear.
These cultists certainly came equipped with all the proper tricks of the trade, that was for sure. She’d never given much thought to what a table meant especially for this sort of thing would look like - but this was it, she supposed.
Again his hands moved across the skin of her legs. Whispery soft and so teasing. That was the Doctor now - a tease. And judging by the playful, even if very seductive look on his face, he knew it, too. Through every caress, he watched her.
“Doctor,” she whispered, not sure if she was going to ask him to keep going or to hurry things along. They were in the middle of a cult that was threatening to force this on her if the Doctor didn’t do it himself. This was no time to be getting cute and -
The flow of thought shut down as the Doctor’s hand left the safety of her knees and outer thighs, to delve between. Gasping, Rose shifted instinctively toward his hand, pressing her thigh to his palm. His fingers flexed, squeezing gently at her flesh, before moving on and upwards. Any second now he would -
Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe. The instructions wandered through her head, helter-skelter, as she sucked in a gasping gulp of air. He’d ran a finger over her cotton knickers; right over the slit of her sex, as if he knew without looking just where it would be. That was the human body, he would say, all lined up in perfect symmetry, with the important stuff in the middle.
She shivered, teeth clenching together. A moan was lurking just there, behind her teeth. But she wouldn’t do that, not with these people watching her. Her eyes scrunched shut as the reality of everything took over her. Suddenly the hand between her thighs wasn’t pleasurable or teasing.
”Rose? You alright?”
All she could manage was a shake of her head. The Doctor sighed. She heard him move, then felt fingers on her wrist and then her cheek.
”Do you trust me?”
Rose’s eyes opened. She met the Doctor’s concerned gaze with a tight nod. “Of course I do!”
”Then let me make this easy on you, okay?”
”What -?”
“Trust me?”
Rose wasn’t sure what exactly the Doctor was asking of her, but she knew the answer to that question just as certainly as she had a minute before. If there was one person in this universe she trusted - it was him.
“Always.”
“Then just relax.”
For the briefest of moments, she felt as if asking him just how she was supposed to do that. Then she felt his fingertips brush the side of her temple, lingering lightly on the skin there. She sucked in a breath as something … pressed… into her mind. A featherlight touch that was purely mental - yet something she could ‘feel’ and ‘hear’ all at the same time.
The world exploded into light. A warm golden glow that surrounded them. Just her and the Doctor.
Her Doctor.
“It’s just you an’ me, how’s that?”
Rose nodded. Was he really speaking or was that just in her head? She wasn’t sure and didn’t want to ask, afraid to break this spell of pleasure that was running through her system. She shivered when he touched her again, her entire body coursing with pleasure.
”You in m’head?” she murmured softly, finally unable to keep the questions at bay any longer.
The Doctor gave her a carefree smile and a wink. “Maybe. Maybe you’re in mine.”
She laughed, the sound dying off to a moan when his hand slid back between her thighs once more. Gentle pressure on either side bade her move them apart. Just a bit. And once again his finger ran down her knickers. She groaned softly, then louder. There had been a reason why she wasn’t making noise - but for the life of her she couldn’t remember it now.
Fingers on her knickers, strumming lightly. Rose muttered something incoherent and tried to press down into the touch. She needed - wanted - more from him than just this teasing, glancing flick of fingers. Her entire body was alive and wanting - so much more than it had been before the Doctor had played with her mind and she wondered, if only for a brief second, if he had done something to make her want this so that it wouldn’t be so awful.
If he had, she’d thank him. Thank him for letting her feel like this when she knew that she rightly should be feeling scared and terrified.
His fingers pulled aside her knickers and a rush of cool air hit the heat of her slit. Rose moaned again, whimpering under the sensual onslaught. It wasn’t just physical, her entire mind was into it. She couldn’t escape and right at that moment, she was trying to remember why she had wanted to in the first place.
The simple cotton knickers were pulled down and past her ankles. Rose thought maybe she saw the Doctor put them aside, with his jacket, but she couldn’t say for sure. Her entire vision was clouded with desire. It was too much, completely out of character, but she didn’t care.
For once in her life, she wasn’t going to care. The way she felt, right now, was too much to deny or try to rationalize.
She hissed when another breath of air blew over her heated skin, the air leaving her lips in a rush that faded to a sigh. Warm air, this. Warm and --
Oh, god!
Rose’s hips came up, against her control. The Doctor had just… licked her. She swallowed, hands curling and uncurling into fists. If she wasn’t restrained, she would have grabbed hold of his head, she was sure of it. Grabbed hold and insisted that he use that wonderful, marvelous tongue over and over again.
Wait - he had to do that anyway, she reminded herself. That was why she was strapped down.
And not even that reminder was enough to dampen her spirits. She cried out when that the gesture was repeated. One, long, slow lick from the bottom, all the way to the top. Rose squirmed, muttering vaguely in begging pleads that he not stop. Please, don’t stop.
She shook, waiting for the next touch of his tongue to her body. He loved using his tongue. Hadn’t she known that prior to today - prior to right now? Liked to lick and taste things. Did he like the way that she tasted, Rose wondered. She twisted a bit and lifted up, trying to see the Doctor; but the best angle she could get was of a mop of ruffled brown hair, perched right between her legs.
Then the tongue was back and he was licking her bottom to top, top to bottom; running his tongue through her warmth as if he were lapping it up. Once, twice, three times, and Rose was whimpering. She fell back against the altar, weak from the pleasure, trembling. He’d barely touched her, all things considered, and she was shaking from it. Needy didn’t begin to describe how she was feeling. She wanted him, needed him. So much more than just his tongue or his -
”Oh,” she moaned. The Doctor had slid a finger inside of her, his lips attaching to her clit; suckling with a firm pressure that made her tremble anew. This was completely unfair. Her arms were bound and there was -
The warm glow seemed to pulse around them and Rose frowned. There was a reason she shouldn’t be enjoying this, wasn’t there?
“Still with me?”
“Hmm?” Rose murmured, lifting her head to look at the Doctor. There was a bit of wetness on his lips and his cheeks were pinked. Flushed. She licked her lips, wondering if she kissed him, would she taste herself there. She suddenly wanted very much to see if that were the case. Wanted to ask him what she tasted like, let him stick his tongue in her mouth so she could suck herself off of it.
The corner of the Doctor’s mouth twitched. He moved so quickly that Rose barely had time to comprehend that he’d started before he was at her side, face right over hers. The upper half of his body was sprawled on hers and his lips - those wonderfully wet lips - were right there.
”This isn’t getting things done, you realize,” he murmured. Was it her imagination that he sounded… affected?
Then his lips were on hers and she wasn’t thinking clearly. His tongue pushed past her lips, into her gasping mouth. She could taste herself on him, yes, and it was indescribable. Not like anything she’d ever tasted before. Not sweet. Not salty. Not good or bad. She tasted like sex.
”Exactly,” the Doctor murmured as his lips left hers.
And Rose was quite sure at that moment that the Doctor was in her head and not the other way around, as he had joked. He was reading her thoughts and she knew - knew - that she should be upset about it. Planned on being upset about it later, even, she insisted to herself with a mental note to glare at him sternly.
But right now, she had plans to use it to her advantage. She shut her eyes to just slits, watching him watch her through lowered lashes, and thought as clearly as possible about his head, back between her thighs and his tongue, doing wickedly sinful things to her.
He chuckled, smiling. It wasn’t his happy smile or his worried smile or even his ‘doing this for your own good’ smile. This was a smile that she hoped she’d see again one day, in other circumstances.
This was the kind of smile that men gave women. The one that said they knew how to make a girl scream.
“So do it already,” she hissed under her breath, rolling her eyes under her lids.
”What was that?”
“Oh, nothing.”
She thought she heard the Doctor laugh again, but didn’t really care. In the next moment he was back between her legs and that mental picture she had been trying so hard to paint for him in her head was being enacted in living color. She bet that if she were to lift up and look down, she’d even see him -
-- yeah, he was watching her. Those brown eyes of his, always sparklin’ ‘bout something - were peering up at her from over the little bit of hair down there. Rose swallowed and let herself fall backwards.
Tension coiled in the pit of her stomach. It spread its wispy fingers through her belly and down until it was echoed in the throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs. The Doctor had one finger inside of her, rubbing away at a little place that had to be that spot she’d always joked about being nothing more than a myth with Shireen. She’d be able to tell her for sure that it wasn’t a myth after all this, though. It felt good. Different than the caress that his tongue was lavishing on her clit, but good still. She squirmed, only to find herself held steady by one, strong hand, pressing down on her pelvis.
She shut her eyes and abandoned herself to it. In her mind’s eye, she was floating in a sea of golden pleasure, with just the Doctor. Nothing else existed. Not the world around them, not time itself. It was just this and pleasure.
A ragged moan ripped from her throat as a second finger joined the first, both strumming lightly at that special spot inside of her. Without conscious thought, Rose began to rock her hips in time with the Doctor’s tongue and the movement of his fingers. The heated tension in her stomach was coiled tight, ready to snap; her clit achingly sensitive with every additional stroke of his fingers. He was pressing and stroking, caressing and teasing - and he was doing it all at the same time at a pace that was slowly, but steadily, building her up to the point of no return.
She thought she heard him say something again her clit, a gentle murmur. It might have been encouragement. Might have been something much more than that, but Rose didn’t have time to ask.
The world exploded behind her eyelids. Bright colors. Blinding white and then mesmerizing darkness, with specks of brilliant color thrown about. She bit the inside of her cheek as she moaned, trying not to do the one thing that she knew, even through whatever haze it was the Doctor had put on her mind - that she should not do.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it another second. His name tore from her lips, screamed as pleasure cascaded through her; body quivering around the fingers that he now held still inside of her.
”Doctor!”
His tongue moved slowly, languidly. She could feel it going, even as she was riding the tide of pleasure that he had created inside of her. Rose moved about, realizing in the back of her mind that her hands had come unbound. She was trembling when the last echo of her release began to ebb away.
The Doctor moved and now she felt empty. Her skirt was smoothed down and then he was next to her, whispering in her ear. “Shhh, just breathe.”
Rose nodded, unresisting when he gathered her in his arms and said something to… someone… the haze was fading from her mind and she knew that she’d have to deal with what had just happened soon. There was no telling what it meant for her, for the Doctor.
One thing, however, was for sure -
She’d never be able to watch him go about tasting things without getting a little damp ever again.
Author: Jinni
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spoilers throughout s2. Slightly silly porn.
The...well, leader is what Rose guessed...stepped forward and eyed the two of them. He had sharp rows of teeth. Two sets, in fact! Red eyes. She shivered and stepped a little closer to the Doctor, her hand wrapping around his forearm. He seemed just as confused by the situation they were in as she was. This was supposed to be a peaceful planet. It wasn’t, though. They’d been set upon the moment that the doors of the TARDIS had opened. The natives were even different colored than the normal race that thrived her - or so the Doctor had told her as they’d been led through the jungle to this clearing.
A clearing with a suspicious-looking altar in the center of it. Chains and shackles, included. Rose felt nervousness bubble in the pit of her stomach.
”What’s this all about, then?” the Doctor asked, cheerfully looking around at the assembled throng of natives that stood about watching them. She didn’t like the look on their faces. The hunger that she saw there was a little frightening, if she had to be honest.
"You must eat her," the leader ordered, the TARDIS translating the guttural noises that came from his mouth into something she recognized. Rose gasped.
"I will most certainly not!" the Doctor argued, all cheerfulness gone from his face. He took a step forward, only to find himself prodded with a wickedly sharp looking blade before he could move more than a half a meter.
”You will. Or we will.”
Rose felt hands on her arms. Hands that dragged her from the Doctor and to the altar. In seconds she was tied down, the Doctor watching from a short distance away, held back by a group of the burlier guards they'd initially encountered. He was trying to talk them out of it, but she could barely hear it above the rush of blood into her head.
Eat her?!?
It just figured that he’d land them both somewhere where the natives were into cannibalism. Oh, and look at what was on the menu tonight.
Her!
This was it, then. In the backwoods of nowhere, in a time that hadn't even happened yet for her, she was going to die.
"Oh!" the Doctor's exclamation was like a choir of angels when it came. Rose looked up, surprised to see that he was smiling and walking towards her. His hands were in his pockets. "This is fascinating, Rose. Really fascinating. It seems that these lovely people are a sect of the Cult of Riana. They’re just visiting this planet, same as we are - spreading the word of Riana. ‘Cept, that’s not why we’re here, of course. Just pure luck, us running into them."
She didn't think cannibalism was very fascinating, personally. Nor a cult that practiced said cannibalism. But the Doctor was smiling and that was a good thing. Right? "They're letting me go, then?"
"Oh, no," he shook his head, the smile slipping. He reached up, pulling at one of his ears, unable to meet her eyes. "They still want me to eat you."
"They WHAT?!?!" Rose screamed, struggling against the leather restraints that held her to the table. “I am no one’s dinner, Doctor!”
”Not… in that way,” he assured her, though the fact that he couldn’t seem to look her in the face wasn’t helping matters any.
”Then how?” she prompted, tugging at the bonds that held her down.
The Doctor sighed and looked at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Let’s just say that it is always surprising that certain sexually charged slang phrases from your culture exist in similar forms throughout space and time, shall we?”
Rose blinked. Slowly. Confusion was warring with understanding. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to understand. Not when it meant what she thought it meant.
”They want you -“ she began slowly, licking her lips. “To… you know… down there -“ she gestured with her chin. “.. to me?”
“Fascinating, hmm? It’s one of the joys of the Cult of Riana. They think women should be held in high regard. Treated like goddesses. Since we arrived together, the honor of showing you your ‘worth’ goes to me.”
“But. We’re not. I mean… you an’ I… “ Rose spluttered. “Did you explain to them that you and I aren’t like that?”
The Doctor’s eyebrows went up and he nodded. “Oh, yes. I did. Turns out, if I don’t do this… one of them will. You’re to be honored at all costs. No arguments allowed.”
“This is what holdin’ a woman in high regard means?” Rose was screaming and she knew it, but this was a bit ridiculous. The Doctor was not going to allow this to happen, was he?
“Rose -“
“It’s silly,” she argued with a shake of her head, wondering even as she did so why she suddenly felt a little wet between the legs. Thinking of the Doctor doing that, with her, shouldn’t turn her on so much. Wasn’t like she thought of him like that ever.
‘Cept for that once - all right, almost every time - in the shower.
And also when she was lying in bed, trying to rest, too wound up to keep her fingers from straying down, down, down…
Rose groaned, struggling against the bonds. It was no use. “Get me out of these.”
“You know that I would if I could, right?” was the Doctor’s response. Rose felt her heart drop. “They are fanatical about their religion, Rose. I try to get you out of here without observing this ceremony and I’ll cause an incident. Or worse.”
She didn’t want to know what the ‘worse’ was. These cultists were looking at her hungrily, true, but they had weapons. And sharp teeth. Then it dawned on her. “You said, if you don’t do this… one of them will? With those…teeth?”
”I’m sure they’d be careful. Injuring a woman’s… well, you know… is most likely a high crime.”
Rose heard someone talk, someplace off behind the Doctor.
”Oh, yes. It is,” he grinned at Rose. “See - if you don’t want me, you can it be one of them. They’ll be quite careful. Seems the penalty for drawing blood is having ones manly bits cut off.”
Rose blinked. Then again. She honestly couldn’t think of a retort for that. All things aside, it seemed a bit extreme to go whackin’ away at someone’s privates just because they nicked a girl with their teeth on accident. She relaxed against the table, restraints going slack now that she wasn’t trying to escape. This was… insane. Definitely the most off the wall thing that had happened in all of the time she’d been with the Doctor.
Which was why she didn’t feel too bad, a moment later, when she realized she was laughing.
“Fine, fine,” she managed between gasping for air, struggling to get her giggling under control. “Just, get it over with already, okay?” Then a thought hit, random and blinding. She hoisted herself up onto her elbows to look at the Doctor. “You do know how to do this, right?”
The look he gave her was one part indignation, one part amusement, and a touch of hurt. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’m over nine hundred years old, Rose.”
“Yeah… but… I mean, you don’t ever seem interested in…” she stopped, face flushing, and flopped backwards to hard and fast that her head cracked painfully against the altar. He was watchin’ her, waiting for her to finish. She could tell that much without even looking up again. In for a penny, in for a pound, she supposed. “Sex. You don’t ever seem interested in that sort of thing.”
Now it was the Doctor’s turn to just blink in surprise. Wasn’t often that she caught him off guard and it looked like this was one of those times. In a silly way, she felt sort of pleased to have shocked the words right from his mouth.
“I’m interested in sex,” he protested, rather weakly, after a moment. His cheeks were a bit pink, too. Rose stifled a laugh by biting the inside of her cheek rather hard.
”Couldn’t tell,” she offered helpfully. He had said once that he danced - but after a while she was forced to admit that maybe, just maybe, he’d meant actual dancin’ and not the pretty euphemism she’d meant it to be. “So - you know how to do this, right?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes, but he was smirking. Or was that a smile? Rose couldn’t really tell, but it looked very lovely. Sort of like he had seen a challenge and was about to grab at it.
There were worse ways to be ‘sacrificed’, of course. Death by pleasure - was that possible?
He took his jacket off, laying it in a neat little bundle next to her hip. One hand trailed over her leg as he walked slowly back to the foot of the altar. Only when he reached bare skin did Rose begin to curse the thoughtlessness that had led to her wearing a skirt on today of all days. His hand left her skin for a moment, and then the altar was moving and the restraints around her ankles were released. It bent down and away, so that her legs were now hanging, with only a little ledge to support her rear.
These cultists certainly came equipped with all the proper tricks of the trade, that was for sure. She’d never given much thought to what a table meant especially for this sort of thing would look like - but this was it, she supposed.
Again his hands moved across the skin of her legs. Whispery soft and so teasing. That was the Doctor now - a tease. And judging by the playful, even if very seductive look on his face, he knew it, too. Through every caress, he watched her.
“Doctor,” she whispered, not sure if she was going to ask him to keep going or to hurry things along. They were in the middle of a cult that was threatening to force this on her if the Doctor didn’t do it himself. This was no time to be getting cute and -
The flow of thought shut down as the Doctor’s hand left the safety of her knees and outer thighs, to delve between. Gasping, Rose shifted instinctively toward his hand, pressing her thigh to his palm. His fingers flexed, squeezing gently at her flesh, before moving on and upwards. Any second now he would -
Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe. The instructions wandered through her head, helter-skelter, as she sucked in a gasping gulp of air. He’d ran a finger over her cotton knickers; right over the slit of her sex, as if he knew without looking just where it would be. That was the human body, he would say, all lined up in perfect symmetry, with the important stuff in the middle.
She shivered, teeth clenching together. A moan was lurking just there, behind her teeth. But she wouldn’t do that, not with these people watching her. Her eyes scrunched shut as the reality of everything took over her. Suddenly the hand between her thighs wasn’t pleasurable or teasing.
”Rose? You alright?”
All she could manage was a shake of her head. The Doctor sighed. She heard him move, then felt fingers on her wrist and then her cheek.
”Do you trust me?”
Rose’s eyes opened. She met the Doctor’s concerned gaze with a tight nod. “Of course I do!”
”Then let me make this easy on you, okay?”
”What -?”
“Trust me?”
Rose wasn’t sure what exactly the Doctor was asking of her, but she knew the answer to that question just as certainly as she had a minute before. If there was one person in this universe she trusted - it was him.
“Always.”
“Then just relax.”
For the briefest of moments, she felt as if asking him just how she was supposed to do that. Then she felt his fingertips brush the side of her temple, lingering lightly on the skin there. She sucked in a breath as something … pressed… into her mind. A featherlight touch that was purely mental - yet something she could ‘feel’ and ‘hear’ all at the same time.
The world exploded into light. A warm golden glow that surrounded them. Just her and the Doctor.
Her Doctor.
“It’s just you an’ me, how’s that?”
Rose nodded. Was he really speaking or was that just in her head? She wasn’t sure and didn’t want to ask, afraid to break this spell of pleasure that was running through her system. She shivered when he touched her again, her entire body coursing with pleasure.
”You in m’head?” she murmured softly, finally unable to keep the questions at bay any longer.
The Doctor gave her a carefree smile and a wink. “Maybe. Maybe you’re in mine.”
She laughed, the sound dying off to a moan when his hand slid back between her thighs once more. Gentle pressure on either side bade her move them apart. Just a bit. And once again his finger ran down her knickers. She groaned softly, then louder. There had been a reason why she wasn’t making noise - but for the life of her she couldn’t remember it now.
Fingers on her knickers, strumming lightly. Rose muttered something incoherent and tried to press down into the touch. She needed - wanted - more from him than just this teasing, glancing flick of fingers. Her entire body was alive and wanting - so much more than it had been before the Doctor had played with her mind and she wondered, if only for a brief second, if he had done something to make her want this so that it wouldn’t be so awful.
If he had, she’d thank him. Thank him for letting her feel like this when she knew that she rightly should be feeling scared and terrified.
His fingers pulled aside her knickers and a rush of cool air hit the heat of her slit. Rose moaned again, whimpering under the sensual onslaught. It wasn’t just physical, her entire mind was into it. She couldn’t escape and right at that moment, she was trying to remember why she had wanted to in the first place.
The simple cotton knickers were pulled down and past her ankles. Rose thought maybe she saw the Doctor put them aside, with his jacket, but she couldn’t say for sure. Her entire vision was clouded with desire. It was too much, completely out of character, but she didn’t care.
For once in her life, she wasn’t going to care. The way she felt, right now, was too much to deny or try to rationalize.
She hissed when another breath of air blew over her heated skin, the air leaving her lips in a rush that faded to a sigh. Warm air, this. Warm and --
Oh, god!
Rose’s hips came up, against her control. The Doctor had just… licked her. She swallowed, hands curling and uncurling into fists. If she wasn’t restrained, she would have grabbed hold of his head, she was sure of it. Grabbed hold and insisted that he use that wonderful, marvelous tongue over and over again.
Wait - he had to do that anyway, she reminded herself. That was why she was strapped down.
And not even that reminder was enough to dampen her spirits. She cried out when that the gesture was repeated. One, long, slow lick from the bottom, all the way to the top. Rose squirmed, muttering vaguely in begging pleads that he not stop. Please, don’t stop.
She shook, waiting for the next touch of his tongue to her body. He loved using his tongue. Hadn’t she known that prior to today - prior to right now? Liked to lick and taste things. Did he like the way that she tasted, Rose wondered. She twisted a bit and lifted up, trying to see the Doctor; but the best angle she could get was of a mop of ruffled brown hair, perched right between her legs.
Then the tongue was back and he was licking her bottom to top, top to bottom; running his tongue through her warmth as if he were lapping it up. Once, twice, three times, and Rose was whimpering. She fell back against the altar, weak from the pleasure, trembling. He’d barely touched her, all things considered, and she was shaking from it. Needy didn’t begin to describe how she was feeling. She wanted him, needed him. So much more than just his tongue or his -
”Oh,” she moaned. The Doctor had slid a finger inside of her, his lips attaching to her clit; suckling with a firm pressure that made her tremble anew. This was completely unfair. Her arms were bound and there was -
The warm glow seemed to pulse around them and Rose frowned. There was a reason she shouldn’t be enjoying this, wasn’t there?
“Still with me?”
“Hmm?” Rose murmured, lifting her head to look at the Doctor. There was a bit of wetness on his lips and his cheeks were pinked. Flushed. She licked her lips, wondering if she kissed him, would she taste herself there. She suddenly wanted very much to see if that were the case. Wanted to ask him what she tasted like, let him stick his tongue in her mouth so she could suck herself off of it.
The corner of the Doctor’s mouth twitched. He moved so quickly that Rose barely had time to comprehend that he’d started before he was at her side, face right over hers. The upper half of his body was sprawled on hers and his lips - those wonderfully wet lips - were right there.
”This isn’t getting things done, you realize,” he murmured. Was it her imagination that he sounded… affected?
Then his lips were on hers and she wasn’t thinking clearly. His tongue pushed past her lips, into her gasping mouth. She could taste herself on him, yes, and it was indescribable. Not like anything she’d ever tasted before. Not sweet. Not salty. Not good or bad. She tasted like sex.
”Exactly,” the Doctor murmured as his lips left hers.
And Rose was quite sure at that moment that the Doctor was in her head and not the other way around, as he had joked. He was reading her thoughts and she knew - knew - that she should be upset about it. Planned on being upset about it later, even, she insisted to herself with a mental note to glare at him sternly.
But right now, she had plans to use it to her advantage. She shut her eyes to just slits, watching him watch her through lowered lashes, and thought as clearly as possible about his head, back between her thighs and his tongue, doing wickedly sinful things to her.
He chuckled, smiling. It wasn’t his happy smile or his worried smile or even his ‘doing this for your own good’ smile. This was a smile that she hoped she’d see again one day, in other circumstances.
This was the kind of smile that men gave women. The one that said they knew how to make a girl scream.
“So do it already,” she hissed under her breath, rolling her eyes under her lids.
”What was that?”
“Oh, nothing.”
She thought she heard the Doctor laugh again, but didn’t really care. In the next moment he was back between her legs and that mental picture she had been trying so hard to paint for him in her head was being enacted in living color. She bet that if she were to lift up and look down, she’d even see him -
-- yeah, he was watching her. Those brown eyes of his, always sparklin’ ‘bout something - were peering up at her from over the little bit of hair down there. Rose swallowed and let herself fall backwards.
Tension coiled in the pit of her stomach. It spread its wispy fingers through her belly and down until it was echoed in the throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs. The Doctor had one finger inside of her, rubbing away at a little place that had to be that spot she’d always joked about being nothing more than a myth with Shireen. She’d be able to tell her for sure that it wasn’t a myth after all this, though. It felt good. Different than the caress that his tongue was lavishing on her clit, but good still. She squirmed, only to find herself held steady by one, strong hand, pressing down on her pelvis.
She shut her eyes and abandoned herself to it. In her mind’s eye, she was floating in a sea of golden pleasure, with just the Doctor. Nothing else existed. Not the world around them, not time itself. It was just this and pleasure.
A ragged moan ripped from her throat as a second finger joined the first, both strumming lightly at that special spot inside of her. Without conscious thought, Rose began to rock her hips in time with the Doctor’s tongue and the movement of his fingers. The heated tension in her stomach was coiled tight, ready to snap; her clit achingly sensitive with every additional stroke of his fingers. He was pressing and stroking, caressing and teasing - and he was doing it all at the same time at a pace that was slowly, but steadily, building her up to the point of no return.
She thought she heard him say something again her clit, a gentle murmur. It might have been encouragement. Might have been something much more than that, but Rose didn’t have time to ask.
The world exploded behind her eyelids. Bright colors. Blinding white and then mesmerizing darkness, with specks of brilliant color thrown about. She bit the inside of her cheek as she moaned, trying not to do the one thing that she knew, even through whatever haze it was the Doctor had put on her mind - that she should not do.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it another second. His name tore from her lips, screamed as pleasure cascaded through her; body quivering around the fingers that he now held still inside of her.
”Doctor!”
His tongue moved slowly, languidly. She could feel it going, even as she was riding the tide of pleasure that he had created inside of her. Rose moved about, realizing in the back of her mind that her hands had come unbound. She was trembling when the last echo of her release began to ebb away.
The Doctor moved and now she felt empty. Her skirt was smoothed down and then he was next to her, whispering in her ear. “Shhh, just breathe.”
Rose nodded, unresisting when he gathered her in his arms and said something to… someone… the haze was fading from her mind and she knew that she’d have to deal with what had just happened soon. There was no telling what it meant for her, for the Doctor.
One thing, however, was for sure -
She’d never be able to watch him go about tasting things without getting a little damp ever again.