The Dare

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Title: The Dare
Author: nogbad
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: M
Warnings: Light bondage, light dom/sub and very light clothing fetish.


There was no sound in the room, only the steady sound of breathing. The quiet touch of his fingers was cold against the heat of her inner thigh, and a small rational part of Rose's mind wanted to know how things had descended to this. Why she was sitting in her bedroom chair? Why she was letting him do this to her? Why she, they were taking this risk, when they, she, both of them had pulled back before, so many, many times.

The subtle brush of his flesh against hers caused her to tighten her grip on the arms of her chair. The slow smile of victory in his eyes as he watched her movements grew. It reached his lips as she forced herself to unclench her fingers and her chin titled remembering exactly how this started.

"I dare you Doctor, make me scream." Her temper driven too high. Her emotions too close to her skin and the need, the want for him mixing, twinning with her frustration becoming a force inside her that she couldn't restrain anymore, that she didn't want to control anymore. Added to the fact of his throw away comment about how anybody and everybody could see that she…..

The pain and humiliation of his words that had led her to lose her temper so spectacularly still burnt inside her, but were fast becoming lost under the heat and need that was unfolding between them. As his finger glided up the inside of her thigh she could see his eyes had changed, smugness was slowly bleeding to a raw desire that before she had only ever glimpsed. Rose could feel the subtle shift in this game they were playing, racing running towards something that before they had always run from.

And as one hand was buried beneath her skirt, his other hand curled around hers, his fingers sliding knotting with hers, his thumb brushing soft against the palm of her hand sparking nerves that seemed connected from her palm to the liquid heat between her legs and only then did her breath begin to hitch.

Sex before had been simple and sweet, she had never played this game before, she had never wanted to. But she had always known that with the Doctor it wouldn't the game of male and female that she knew that it would be very different, because it felt different and then she couldn't think but just react as she had to bite her tongue to stop her eyes from rolling back. Her nerves burning as the edge of his nail traced patterns softly against the saturated cotton of her knickers.

She felt the muscles in her bottom flex and clench. So badly did she want to move her hips, to tilt her hips, to spread her legs a little wider, press her aching clit against the promise of the friction that he offered fascinated at the dull blush that was stealing into the Doctor's face, ensnared by the heated darkness of his eyes.

She felt her own lips part as she watched his tongue flick out and moisten his lips. The compulsion to lean forward and taste them, to feel them against her own, against her skin….

"I'm not boring you Rose, am I?" The calm of his voice broke through the mist of desire that almost had her leaning forward, and she realised that maybe some of the rules were the same. His face was guileless but those brown eyes of his were full of male pride, a power that she could never have something that seemed to transcend the species gap as he purposively looked down at her nipples that were now pushed painfully against the restraint of her bra and top, as she had stared at his lips.

"Not at all Doctor. What about you, bored yet?" Her voice might have been rough and hoarse, but Rose managed her most patronising smile, triumph ringing through her as she watched his features became that little bit sharper, and his eyes suddenly becoming slits of pure need as the power shifted her way.

But her sense of victory; of knowing exactly where she was and how to react barely lasted the length of a second. Then everything shifted again as his long nimble fingers moved slowly back down her thighs, and over her knee, stopping as he met the edge of her boots.

He pushed back onto his heels, watching her. She refused to give into the compulsion to pull her legs together, to pull her skirt back down. And she tried to hide her worry, her worry and anticipation behind an implacable mask. Would he walk away? Could he walk away? Desire danced with fear inside her as they watched each other. She hated that his eyes had shifted again dark and enigmatical, hated that he could probably see everything that she was feeling reflected in her own.

And truthfully she had to blink as his hands reached for the tie at his neck. His eyes holding hers as he slowly unravelled the knot of his tie. Her hands itched to reach out and touch, to undress him. And she decided this was their own kind of game as he let his tie drop to the floor

Her breath froze in her lungs as she watched him unbutton his shirt, and she realised she was being treated to a strip tease. Her throat and mouth fell dry as she watched his fingers release each button, the dark blue of his shirt coming to playing against the pale flesh of his chest that was slowly being revealed to her.

She expected him to smile, to leer even slightly; but his eyes never left her face as he neatly unbuttoned each cuff. And that made it even more difficult to breath. He shrugged his shoulders and the cotton slipped, she watched the play of muscle beneath his fair, freckled skin. And she leaned forward as he draped his shirt over the back of the chair, his body briefly caging her, the hot coolness of his body radiating out to bath her skin the spice and honey of his scent filling her lungs. It would have been so easy to tilt her head and learn how he tasted, to take that flat brown nipple between her lips and explore. But before she could move, he had pushed away….

Rose felt her blood burn in her face and rush low in her belly as his fingers grazed down his chest, his thumb stroking softly against the line of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband, his long fingers brushing against the metal of his belt buckle. His eyes locked with hers as her fingers kneed the fabric of the chair, stopping herself from reaching out and…. and she almost glared at him as he suddenly sat back down at her feet and proceeded to take off his sneakers and shocks.

Disappointment curled through her as he moved back on to his knees before her and while his pose was subservient there was nothing but insolence in his eyes. Hating that he appeared so unaffected Rose leaned her head back against the cushions, making her body language appear as languid as she could, watching him, and waiting.

Long agile fingers smoothed over her boots, and she expected for him to reach for the zippers, expected him to start to undress her. But as he was want to do; he never did as she expected. And he smiled at her confusion as he traced the point where her skin of her knee and the leather met, his head tilted to the side.

Rose had never really thought of her knees as sexy. But the butterfly touches of his fingers were causing her to think again. The heat of his touch seemed to dance and burn in ever increasing circles outward. And the muscles in her thighs involuntary tightened and flexed as he let his thumb wander over the stretched skin of her bent knee, around and wiggle itself into the damp crook.

Her knee bent further, lifting her foot from the floor, bring her knee up near her chest, sliding down in the chair; trying to get him to stop, trying to trap his thumb there. But her momentum was stopped sharply as his other hand wrapped around her ankle, straightening her leg, restraining her, forcing her to let his fingers trace patterns there. Patterns that she could almost swear her could feel else were on her body.

"I suppose that we could leave these on. Mmmm?" And Rose felt a slow heat curl in her stomach and move up her body as images and ideas fill the silence that his statement left, as his fingers continued caressed the leather that encased her ankle. Her breath caught as he eyes turned sly, and bent forward. She barely had time to process the feeling of his cool breath against her skin, the whisper brush of his hair, and electricity shot straight to her sex as his lips and tongue grazed and lapped over skin and leather. His fingers tight around her ankle as if she would try to pull her leg away.

Rose couldn't move, couldn't breath as she felt the soft wet pull of suction and the sharp edge of his teeth against the bone of her knee cap. The muscles low in her stomach drawing tight as his cool fingers slid back up her thighs, slipping back beneath her skirt his fingers burning like ice against her skin, as his nails pulled at her edge of her knickers at the top of her thighs.

She felt her lungs begin to labour as his mouth moved, biting and licking, moving up reaching the softness of her inner thigh. The rasp of his tongue sending spirals of heat through her flesh, her clit burning at each pull of his lips and teeth. There was a soft audible pop as her skin left his mouth, and her thighs were burning, her muscles clenching, her nipples throbbed with a dull aching pain that echoed between her legs.

"Lift your hips." Her body responding, lifting her hips before she could even think. Her heart pounding and he slowly slipped her knickers down over her knees and lifted her feet pulling them clear of her body. She was so conscious of the rough denim of her skirt against her now naked bum, and without her knickers she could feel her thighs starting to become wet. And she sat there, her knuckles white as she griped the arms of the chair watching him, her underwear still in his hand.

She could end this, she could lean forward and touch, learning just how soft the hair on his chest was, feeling the thunder of his hearts beneath her fingertips, and he would kiss her, as she would reach down and unzip his fly, pulling his cock free, learning what made him different and then he would slip inside her, all the way, deeper than anyone had before. And if she closed her eyes she could almost feel it.

But she didn't do any of this, wouldn't let herself do any of this because he wasn't finished. She could see it in his body, burning in his eyes, but here was the point that he was offering her, the point where they could do it her way, the way that was safe and familiar. But she didn't want that, so she kept her hands where they were. For a brief second she thought she saw a shark like grin stretch his face and then it was smooth again.

He sat back further on his heels and she could see for the first time clearly just what their play had done to him. The packet of his trousers looked painfully tight, and his smile this time was slight and teasing as he caught her staring, she struggled to keep her face impassive but her mouth dried; caught and fascinated as his long fingers crept up the inside of his own thigh. And Rose swallowed hard, her hands tingling, twitching as he covered himself, as his open palm moved in slow steady circles against his trapped cock.

She watched as the flush in his face became deeper, his breathing becoming just that little bit harsher as he moved in an upward stoke. But her façade of supposed indifference truly shattered and a rough moan tore from her throat as she saw the Doctor lift the pale blue cotton of her knickers to his face, his eyes slipping closed, as the smooth cotton caught slightly on his stubble, his head turning so he could burry his nose in the fabric. The long narrow hand over his sex slowed as he inhaled her scent, his tongue running over the edge of his teeth. And a small part of her couldn't really believe what she was seeing as his tongue started to run over the fabric that she knew was saturated with her fluid.

Rose had never seen anything like this, excitement and lust burned through her veins in different ways from before. She had never seen any male do this. And that it was him, to see this, to see him bring himself…with her scent, her knickers…She kept rubbing her now slick thighs together. She felt a film of sweat break out over her body, her shirt sticking to her back, her skirt so heavy against her legs; she wasn't even away that her own hands had moved, but almost sighed as cool air curled around her legs, sneaking up her thighs. Her eyes fixed on him she didn't realise what she was almost about to do until he opened his eyes and stopped her.

"No." His tone was just slightly more than desperate as his fingers shot away from the front of his trousers and wrapped around her wrist, stilling her right hand as is had just slipped underneath the hem of her skirt. She felt those dark eyes dissect her, but she didn't care what he could see in her face in her eyes. His fingers burned cold against the heat of her hand. Somehow she moved her fingers, moved her thigh, so his thumbs soothing, madding brush moved from her wrist to her leg.

She felt her eyes close and her head fall back against the high back of chair. Starved of touch, she felt her other hand slid up her other thigh, to where she ached, were she needed so badly to be touched. But he even stopped that and she felt like crying as he caught her other wrist, pulling both hands away from her body.

"No." And he put her hands back on the arm of the chair. The need of her body warred with the need in her for him every muscle in her body was strung tight, every pulse point felt heavy and bruised. But the simple reason that she did get out of the chair and go to him, or walk away was that she couldn't she doubted that her body would obey her even if she tried.

She started slightly as he stood up and over her, suddenly afraid that he was going to stop this, leave her like this. And then her breath caught as he reached for his belt. She watched his head tip back, and his hissed breath rippled through her veins as he released his zipper tooth by tooth.

She could feel the burn of blood in her face, in her breasts and in her sex as she looked at him. A small part of her realising that there was nothing really different to look at but then, why should that aspect of him be any different from the rest. And she couldn't stop herself even though his trousers were still hanging from his hips she reached out wrapping her hand around him eyes closed as she felt the double pulse of his hearts reverberate, and echo through his flesh up into her arm, pushing waves of heat through her. One long slow pull, his hips following her, as she tested with fingers and hands what would be inside her.

First one bead and then another wept from his cock and then suddenly she cried out in disappointment, jerking forward as he jerked himself out of her grasp, away from her touch. She watched as the muscles shifted and bunched along the curve of his spine as he struggled to pull breath into his lungs struggled to find the control that she had shed.

She didn't even realise that she had made some kind of noise as she reached for the buttons of her shirt, intending to strip. But before she could get very far she was backed into the depths of the chair and he was there on his knees again, his trousers gone. Insinuating himself between her thighs pushing them wide so he could fit between, and she lost all thought of what she had been doing as the skin of his torso burned coldly against the inside of her thighs.

She hadn't realised that he had been sweating until her fingers became knotted in his hair. His breath coming in pants, burning against her lips, the cold heat of his sex brushed against her dripping curls. The need and want inside her felt like a living thing with teeth and claws, empty inside. She felt so empty, the need was a violence in her blood and she knew there was no surrender in this. This was not a capitulation because they both wanted this, needed this and she was the stronger to give in.

"Please." It was a breath, a whisper against his lips and then it was mingled moan as he slid straight into the liquid heart of her, stretching her, filling her, nothing at all like she had imagined. Different, alien to anything she had ever felt before and exactly what she wanted, what she needed….what she craved.

The feel of his naked body moving against her clothed one, the sensations, the muffled touches of his fingers through her clothes against her breasts, her belly and the shock of skin on skin between her legs and thighs was more electrify than she thought possible. His teeth nipped against her jaw, his lips sliding for the first time over hers, mimicking the movement of their bodies as his tongue, slipped past her lips and teeth. Her breath heavy against his cheek, as he angled his head, as body and cock, lips and tongue slip and slid against over and inside each other. The soles of her boots gave her traction with each force of his thrust, and the feel of him inside her; colder than she, filling her to just a point past pain, her nails digging into his buttocks urging him harder, deeper.

Feminine delight fizzled through her as she raked her nails down his back, her body jolting as his cock burrowed deeper into her moist heat. Liquid friction in its most exquisite sense and she moaned as he bent his knees pulling her closer to the edge of the chair using gravity and her weight, to reach harder deeper, heat and light singing through her vein as he hit a place that no one every had before. And she arched, hissing out a ragged breath as suddenly his hands moved under her shirt, his blunt nails scored down her back, and then all she could was feel, her body contracting sharply around the length of his cock, pulling him deeper inside her.

Sensation was distant, but she moaned as he pulled out of her, the loss almost painful her flesh still contracting around his hard length, ripples of pleasure stilling echoing through her system and the realisation that he had not cum with her filtered through. The touch on her cheek was a whispering breath and somehow she managed to pull her eyes open. His eyes were heavy lidded as she looked up at him, still burning, still dark with the desire now banked.

And then she was being pulled out of the chair, strong arms lifted her high against his chest and then they were walking out of her room. Still cocooned in bliss she was only dimly aware of the room that she was brought to. She felt his chest rumble with a command and the lights came up causing her to blink.

She didn't have time to look at her surroundings and Rose felt like a rag doll her limbs limp and malleable as the clothes that he had been so adamant that she keep on, were now taken off. And then her bliss, her delicious lethargy was blown to tatters when he finally removed her bra, bending his head to slowly suck at each aching nipple, the sharp edge of his teeth pulling her back into the maelstrom of need and desire.

With each pull of his lips on her breast her sex clenched, nerves and tissue remembering all to well what he felt like inside her, her hips moving, her body becoming even more desperate to feel him there again. The silk of his hair slide through her fingers, she had no idea what she was whispering to him as she bent her head to his, as her torso arched pushing her breast, her throbbing nipple further into the cool cavern of his mouth.

And then her world became dizzy, her nerves and body shuddering as he pulled away from her, as she was spun and could feel the cool caress of silk as it was wound around her wrists and then her arms pulled above her head, and it's only when her world finally stopped, and she blinked as she realised that she was looking at herself.

The question of why the Doctor had a hook in his ceiling barely entered her head. She was too aware of the scene before her; she had been made too aware of how she looked in the aged floor length mirror. Rose had never seen her eyes look that way; dark and smoky with satisfaction, with need. Her skin flushed and pink, the pull of her arms over her head forcing her breasts to stand higher, her nipples still glistening from the Doctor's mouth.

Like her knees, Rose had never really thought the sight of her own body could be erotic for her, that her blood could fizzy at the thought of being tied up, of control being taken from her. But it was, and it didn't shock her. She loved the fact that she looked like that, and it wasn't just her it was also how the Doctor looked standing behind her, of how is eyes caught hers, held hers. Anticipation rolled through her as she saw rather than felt his fingers trace the air above the curve of her waist.

She watched, she felt, as he stepped closer, his front flush against her back, his skin cool and slick against the heat of her own. Making Rose totally aware of every point where their bodies touched, where his cock, still slick from her body nestled into the curve of spine, and the feeling was like electricity on her skin.

To see just before she felt his fingers delicately trace paths over her ribs down to the curve of her belly left her almost breathless, she let her head tip back against his shoulder but refused to close her eyes fascinated captivated by the sight, by the feel as his hands moved up from her belly button, her skin rippling under his touch a moan working its way loose from her throat as his hands closed again over her breasts.

The muscles in her arms and chest pulled tight as she arched her back into his touch. A scalding chill swept her skin as she watched him, felt him cupped the weight of both breasts, his thumb softly, rhythmical brushing over each nipple. Both of them had pale skin, but there was such contrast of his skin against her, of their differences of his dominance over her and it thrilled her heating curling in her sex in a way that nothing every had before.

She felt first the soft brush of his lips and then the nip of his teeth against the delicate inside of her arm, and she tilted her head back further, and moaned as she turned her head into his throat, breathing pulling the scent of him and his need deeply inside her as she could, letting it fill her lungs feeing it intoxicate her blood.

And then her support at her back was gone, the muscles in her arms and torso singing just a little from the pain as she suddenly found herself unhook. She barely had time to realise that he has used one of his neck ties to bind her and then her arms were above her head again, her back jerking in shock as her sweat slicked skin connected with an ice cold surface of the mirror.

Her breathing caught in her throat as he pushed her hard back against the glass, as he made a space for himself between her thighs. Bound and trapped between the unforgiving coldness of the mirror and the cool strength of his long, hard body the contrast was more erotic than Rose had thought possible and she moaned as she felt herself become wetter, her clit throbbing with each heart beat.

His fingers had become whispering touches, butterfly light against her skin, her body arched, pulling at her bonds trying to get free, trying to get his hands to rest, to linger in the places that ached for his touch. The mirror offered her no traction as she tried to lift her thighs, tried to pull him inside of her as he pressed himself heavily into the cradle of her hips.

Rose shudder as his tongued rasped against the skin of her neck, moaning as she felt him lapping at her sweat, the sensations pouring through her causing her to pull harder at her bonds. She watched his eyes flicker in a different kind of way, blinking the sweat from his eyes as he focused on the way her hands fisted and curled around her bindings. And her skin felt tighter, her blood hotter and her womb clenched as she realised that her struggling effect him just as much as her being bound.

And this time she did it on purpose, grazed her aching nipples against him, pushing against him, arching against the mirror as she pulled at the silk around her wrists, feeling his cock weep and twitch against her belly. She didn't even have time to feel smug as his fingers slid under her bum and she was pulled off her feet. Something primitive and feminine froze inside her as their eyes locked.

"Witch." His was voice guttural and harsh, heat and power licked up her spine, knowing that she had driven him to this. And then all she could do was moan as his throbbing cock slid so deeply inside her that she could feel the pressure of his presence at the back of her throat.

She was desperate now frantic now to get her arms down, to touch him, pull him closer as he thrust deep inside of her. The control from before was gone, his hands were bruising and frantic as they moved over her skin, marking her, pulling rubbing tweaking. Sweat pour off both of them, mingling pooling where their bodies met, making the movement of skin on skin that little bit slicker.

Her head fell back connecting sharply with the glass as he hooked her right knee over his arm, pushing her further up, changing the angle. She could feel the electricity build at the back of her neck the base of her spine. His eyes were wide and large; wild in a way a humans could never been and the Doctor caught her lips with his and his hands tunnelling through her sweat soaked her, his tongue curling around her, steeling what little breath she was able to drag into her starved lungs.

And then his did something, a shift inside her, his cock and tongue, his eyes wide and then blood roared behind her eyes as her sight swam, dimming wavering at the edges and she could feel every muscle in her body seize and tighten all at once. It was all too much every nerve so alive, every nerve on fire; lost in the burning velvet of his eyes she let the darkness there enfold her.

Rose's pillow was cool and hard, and vibrated with a double heart beat. She should open her eyes, but everything felt too heavy, even the air on her skin, every nerve in her body still vibrated with pleasure. Her whole body ached, muscles complaining as she just even contemplated the thought of moving.

"You know in some cultures it's considered rude to pass out on one's lover." The abused muscles in her stomach gave a small twist at hearing him call them lovers. She didn't want to have to really think about what he had done, what she had let him do, because she still wasn't too sure how to feel about they had done, or what he had made her discover about herself.

"Rose?" He could ask her so many things with just her name and yet she could feel the worry in his voice, the tension that he now held in his body and she allowed her smile into his chest, words just a bit beyond her at that point in time, words could be for later. And she hummed as she rubbed her check against his chest like a cat.

Long fingers traced the bones of her right hand where is rested over his hearts. Her heart kicking gently as he lifted to his mouth and gently kiss the inside of her wrist. She wondered would she have marks there, and she decided that she didn't care.

"You screamed you know." Rose didn't really remembered but she knew she must have, her throat felt raw. The feelings and sensations had been so close to that knives point of pain and pleasure that even now she wasn't sure were the division was.

"I made Rose Tyler scream." Her contemplation well and truly shattered by his smug male tone and she didn't have the strength to lift her head from his chest, but she managed to drag her eyes open to glare at him. His eyes sparkled and danced as he looked down at her, but behind them she could see his awareness of what they had done, of the step they had taken, and it was both comforting and frightening as she realised that he was as just as unsure as her.

It took an effort but she managed roll on top of him, to prop her head up on his sternum, his double heart beat, making her feel the vibration from her chin to her scalp. Her hands were gloriously free now; Rose let them move down, stroking the hair on his chest, soothing small marks that she knew she must have made at some point, causing him to yelp just a little as she pulled a little too hard at the line of hair just below his belly button.

"That just means that next time, it's your turn."