Fic: Taking the Plunge 4/?
Title: Taking the Plunge
Author: Shen
Characters: Rose, Ten, Donna, Jack, Owen, Ianto, Gwen, Tosh
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, humor
Setting/Spoilers: No spoilers whatsoever. Part of my Peril-verse ( LJ). 'Verse recap here. Post-reunion fic. You SHOULD be alright if you're not caught up, though. :)
Teaser: Trouble in paradise! The Doctor's really done it now, and his friends suggest a rather drastic solution: Marriage?!
Author's Note: Please note the change in rating! This wasn't intentional, but the Doctor and Rose just kinda wrote themselves into some smut. I'm sure you guys understand.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Then, she almost growled, “Anything to get you into that tux.” Their lips quickly glued together, only separating long enough for the Doctor to slip the ring onto her finger. He let her have a few moments to admire it and giggle happily while he sampled her neck, her cheek, her ear, before claiming her mouth again. Nails dug into his shoulder and scalp as he backed them into the hallway, towards their room.
Chapter 4: Celebratory Shag
Rose and the Doctor broke their kiss, and he grabbed her hand to lead her to their room at a run. They giggled happily, caught in the moment and the novelty of running to something pleasant rather than away from danger. Bed in sight, the Doctor hauled his lover into his arms and dropped her onto it from a less than graceful height.
Once she'd stopped bouncing, she scolded him with a grin, “Cheeky old man!”
“Now, don't argue with your elders, young lady,” he chided back before working his shoes loose, for once cursing his secure, ankle-stabilizing high-tops. Brilliant for adventuring; a terror in the bedroom. He heard Rose toe her trainers off onto the floor, and he shot her a predatory look. Standing up straight, he removed his jacket and loosened his tie before he could keep away no longer.
He crawled over her welcoming form, already kneeling between her legs, and she dragged him into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Moving to massage his scalp with her nimble fingers, her tongue lapped and explored his mouth, and he let her lead for several moments before pressing the offensive again. They just kissed for a few minutes, until the Doctor settled his hips on top of hers and ground. A needy moan issued from them both, and Rose redirected her hands from his scalp to his shirt buttons.
Now their link was really coming to life; he could feel her desire and jubilation. It was like a drug, prompting another, slower roll of his hips into hers. It made her cease unbuttoning the shirt and cling to it instead. Next, the Doctor pushed himself up on one arm to tear off his tie. Then, he reached over his head to remove his shirt and toss it aside, shaking it from his wrists. With the intention of kissing her again, he leaned back in, but she was smirking.
“Forgot one,” she explained. He looked down to see that he was still wearing a vest. Oops. Maybe he did wear too much clothing! The offending article was discarded in a second.
“Oh, no - you're taking too long,” Rose teased, suddenly pushing him to roll over. He obliged, bemused. “Besides, can't have you straining those '900-year-old' joints too much.”
“Hush up before I decide it's past your bedtime.” Rose merely gave an arrogant rise of the eyebrow before firmly cupping his crotch in her hand and rubbing. He groaned and rolled his head back, snark abruptly banished from his mind. Now he was definitely wearing too many clothes, topless or not, and so was she. Perhaps she could sense the thought, because her top and bra soon fell to the floor beside the bed. Her expression and the amusement wafting from her mind to his told him that his eyes must have lit up.
Suddenly finding himself straddled, he reached up to fondle her, one hand to each breast and thumbs rolling the sensitive pink flesh. Rose stopped and closed her eyes, hot human hands splayed across his abdomen and a contented humming issuing from her. A quick pinch drew a gasp from her lips and a wrinkling of the brow. Slowly, she bent over him and kissed him again. Evicted from their spot, his hands found fresh purchase on her sides, up her back, cradling her head. She pulled away and licked up the right side of his neck, passing over that one spot that always made him groan. Nips, kisses, and grazing teeth trailed down his chest, lingering over one nipple just long enough to make him squirm and let out a shuddering breath.
Next, his belt came undone. Rose glanced up at him through her eyelashes, hair tickling his stomach as her breath warmed it.
“I wanted to try something,”she supplied before grabbing his hips with her hands and putting her mouth to his trousers. Eyes closed, the button came undone with a few well-placed tugs, and the zipper followed suit. Finally, she dropped a sweet little kiss on his stomach. The Doctor stared. Rose had just undone his trousers with her teeth. He was not previously aware of this, but that was a very erotic act. He lifted his hips to facilitate her pulling his remaining clothing off.
“Yes? No?” Rose asked with a small smirk. Like she didn't know how that had affected him.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed in the husky voice of his she so favored in bed. Quickly, he pulled her closer and undid her trousers, and moments after that they were both nude. Rose wasn't yet ready to give up the high ground, however. She shoved him down when he tried to sit up, and he was subsequently straddled again.
A fervent kiss passed between them, punctuated by hands squeezing her hips and a body wriggling against his anatomy distractingly. Her attentions migrated to his ear, teasing the lobe with tongue before delivering a firm nip. His hands slid past her bum and caressed her thighs, squeezing in time with the bite. Then, one hand crept back up her body and inwards, at last finding warm folds. As his practiced fingers first caressed softly, then explored her depths, all from behind, Rose let out a long, shuddering sigh. She moved forward to allow him freer movement and put her lips to his, voicing her pleasure into his mouth. Rather loudly, when he began to toy with the clump of nerves above (well, now below) her center. The Doctor teased and rubbed and pressed, reveling in every gust and cloud of bliss coming off his partner.
Then, she gasped, “Stop!” The Doctor disengaged his hands, and with effort, Rose sat up and shook off some of her pleasured haze. It seemed it was his turn; she fondled his member gently before giving it several good, hard strokes. Just as the Doctor's breathing began to elevate even higher, she stood his anatomy at attention and slowly pushed her body over it, causing a long groan to come from him. Her hands planted by his shoulders, and she moved her body up and down experimentally. Enveloped in moist heat and tantalized by the meager friction, he lifted his hips to meet her encouragingly.
A rhythm was soon struck, her gliding back and forth over his body and driving him mad with it. She would break up the action with a slower rolling of the hips, altering the angle and sensation, and twice she just sat back. It plunged him deep inside her and left him simultaneously glorying in the depth and angle and mourning the loss of her delicious motion. Each thrust or grind kept him breathing hard and his consciousness swimming near hers, melting together at the edges in pure ecstasy. He could feel how elated she was over this latest turn of events and the magnificent (her thought, not his) ring on her finger. Part of her was still caught up in disbelief, but this was no time to discuss it.
Instead, he made each rise of his pelvis a promise, each caress of her side or her cheek a reassurance that he would never let her go. His pleasure built, as did hers. Finally, she fell forward onto him and snogged him silly.
“Switch?” she asked, breathing heavily. He managed to nod and give, in a slightly unmanly octave, a “yeah!” He cleared his throat, then grabbed her shoulders and squeezed before rolling them to the side. However, after a moment's kissing, he backed away from her entirely.
“Turn over. Kneel and bend over the bed,” he ordered huskily, standing up. At his tone, Rose received a fresh flush of arousal that shot right through their link. In a moment, she had herself in position on elbows and knees. He knelt behind her, gripped her sides, and slid back into her warmth. He didn't stop until he was nestled deep, and they both moaned at the renewed contact. Steady thrusts began, her rocking back into each one. He loved this angle. It let him plunge far, and even though he couldn't see both of Rose's lovely eyes at a time, there were other ocular benefits. On that note, he put his hands on her pert bum and ran them up her side and back, squeezed her shoulders, and moved around to her breasts. She fisted her hands in the duvet and arched her back, letting out a moan. His thrusts sped up as his hands did their work, until he suddenly bent over her. His weight pushed her torso to the bed, and he placed his hands over hers, fingers entwining.
She was entirely pressed to the bed now. Trapped, possessed, his. They ground out a fervent rhythm, punctuated by a hard bite on her shoulder. They were both gasping and moaning. But this wouldn't do; he was too close to coming, and she wasn't quite, so after another, lighter nip and kisses trailed down her neck and shoulders, he lifted off of her again. Still, her blood was on fire; he could feel it.
His right hand pulled back and slapped her backside. A shot of adrenaline from the minor pain rushed her system; it took the pleasure from his next, hard thrust and rocketed it sky high. She was whimpering loudly now. Next, with prompting from his hands, she pushed herself onto her elbows once more.
He reached around and resumed his attentions to her clitoris.
“Oh God!” Her back was arching again, and she reached back blindly to find his left hand. He gave it to her and smiled at how hard she gripped it. Firm pushes of his hips to hers, interspersed with finger presses and rubs, had them both panting. She was wound tighter than a boa, leg muscles twitching and breath coming in short gasps.
“That's it,” he managed to whisper, “come for me, Rose. My love. My intended.” And that was enough; she came apart around him, free hand fisted in the covers. She called his name and flooded his extra senses with red and gold light, swirling together and burning into his mind as he gave a few more rapid plunges. The love, the friction, and the walls convulsing around his member made him topple over the edge, spilling into her and stirring his own blue and brown mental presence with hers. They were each full of adoration, trust... and exhausted satiation.
In a minute, they were curled up together in bed, her snuggled to his shoulder and giving his neck a nuzzle. She yawned, and he smiled.
“This is perfect,” she remarked softly.
“Which?”
“This. Tangled with my brand new fiancé after a fantastic shag.” The Doctor preened a bit, figuring he'd earned some smugness. Then Rose, speaking more seriously, broached the subject, “I know I've been... less than patient lately.” He pulled away enough to turn and see her face.
“Why was that, exactly? It wasn't, by any chance, the ring that you wanted? That would be convenient, since I've already given it to you.” Rose laughed.
“I dunno; maybe it was. I've been missing my family, and Mickey, Jake, and Ingrid. But mostly my family. I know you're my family now, you and Donna and the TARDIS, but it's not...” She trailed off.
“The same?”
“No. And I didn't want to say anything, because I don't want you to think I regret it. Coming here, to live a life with you. But I guess not saying anything doesn't make me come across that blissful either.” Her expression was somewhat sheepish. The Doctor smiled and spoke gently.
“Sometimes, we have to accept surrogates. Different attitudes, different relationships, even different species, but they are the family you choose, which has its advantages. So Sarah Jane was telling me when we last stopped in for tea, anyway. Several times. I think she thinks I'm daft. And I know she wants us to come by more often.” Rose had acquired a small frown, and a wave of guilt came from her, most likely sent unbidden. Lovemaking always made their connection more malleable and difficult to limit.
“She's right, you know. You and I both have her, Jack, Martha and everyone to lean on. Best surrogate family in the world in an alien invasion. But you, you're no stand-in family member, are you? We're making it all official.” At last, she grinned again. “Actually, it might be best my mum's not here; she'd have a heart attack if I told her you proposed. 'Mrs. Doctor? What kind of name is that?!'” She laughed at the mental image.
“She should be happy! After that, I'll no longer qualify as your 'sugar daddy.' That's really disturbing, by the way, having a term for a surrogate, sexual father figure. Did you feel that? I shuddered just mentioning it. Your society frightens me sometimes.” Rose was staring at him, slightly agape.
“What?” he asked defensively. It was a perfectly valid point.
“...Have you been talking to Jack? Or- please don't tell me Owen?”
Author: Shen
Characters: Rose, Ten, Donna, Jack, Owen, Ianto, Gwen, Tosh
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, humor
Setting/Spoilers: No spoilers whatsoever. Part of my Peril-verse ( LJ). 'Verse recap here. Post-reunion fic. You SHOULD be alright if you're not caught up, though. :)
Teaser: Trouble in paradise! The Doctor's really done it now, and his friends suggest a rather drastic solution: Marriage?!
Author's Note: Please note the change in rating! This wasn't intentional, but the Doctor and Rose just kinda wrote themselves into some smut. I'm sure you guys understand.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Then, she almost growled, “Anything to get you into that tux.” Their lips quickly glued together, only separating long enough for the Doctor to slip the ring onto her finger. He let her have a few moments to admire it and giggle happily while he sampled her neck, her cheek, her ear, before claiming her mouth again. Nails dug into his shoulder and scalp as he backed them into the hallway, towards their room.
Chapter 4: Celebratory Shag
Rose and the Doctor broke their kiss, and he grabbed her hand to lead her to their room at a run. They giggled happily, caught in the moment and the novelty of running to something pleasant rather than away from danger. Bed in sight, the Doctor hauled his lover into his arms and dropped her onto it from a less than graceful height.
Once she'd stopped bouncing, she scolded him with a grin, “Cheeky old man!”
“Now, don't argue with your elders, young lady,” he chided back before working his shoes loose, for once cursing his secure, ankle-stabilizing high-tops. Brilliant for adventuring; a terror in the bedroom. He heard Rose toe her trainers off onto the floor, and he shot her a predatory look. Standing up straight, he removed his jacket and loosened his tie before he could keep away no longer.
He crawled over her welcoming form, already kneeling between her legs, and she dragged him into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Moving to massage his scalp with her nimble fingers, her tongue lapped and explored his mouth, and he let her lead for several moments before pressing the offensive again. They just kissed for a few minutes, until the Doctor settled his hips on top of hers and ground. A needy moan issued from them both, and Rose redirected her hands from his scalp to his shirt buttons.
Now their link was really coming to life; he could feel her desire and jubilation. It was like a drug, prompting another, slower roll of his hips into hers. It made her cease unbuttoning the shirt and cling to it instead. Next, the Doctor pushed himself up on one arm to tear off his tie. Then, he reached over his head to remove his shirt and toss it aside, shaking it from his wrists. With the intention of kissing her again, he leaned back in, but she was smirking.
“Forgot one,” she explained. He looked down to see that he was still wearing a vest. Oops. Maybe he did wear too much clothing! The offending article was discarded in a second.
“Oh, no - you're taking too long,” Rose teased, suddenly pushing him to roll over. He obliged, bemused. “Besides, can't have you straining those '900-year-old' joints too much.”
“Hush up before I decide it's past your bedtime.” Rose merely gave an arrogant rise of the eyebrow before firmly cupping his crotch in her hand and rubbing. He groaned and rolled his head back, snark abruptly banished from his mind. Now he was definitely wearing too many clothes, topless or not, and so was she. Perhaps she could sense the thought, because her top and bra soon fell to the floor beside the bed. Her expression and the amusement wafting from her mind to his told him that his eyes must have lit up.
Suddenly finding himself straddled, he reached up to fondle her, one hand to each breast and thumbs rolling the sensitive pink flesh. Rose stopped and closed her eyes, hot human hands splayed across his abdomen and a contented humming issuing from her. A quick pinch drew a gasp from her lips and a wrinkling of the brow. Slowly, she bent over him and kissed him again. Evicted from their spot, his hands found fresh purchase on her sides, up her back, cradling her head. She pulled away and licked up the right side of his neck, passing over that one spot that always made him groan. Nips, kisses, and grazing teeth trailed down his chest, lingering over one nipple just long enough to make him squirm and let out a shuddering breath.
Next, his belt came undone. Rose glanced up at him through her eyelashes, hair tickling his stomach as her breath warmed it.
“I wanted to try something,”she supplied before grabbing his hips with her hands and putting her mouth to his trousers. Eyes closed, the button came undone with a few well-placed tugs, and the zipper followed suit. Finally, she dropped a sweet little kiss on his stomach. The Doctor stared. Rose had just undone his trousers with her teeth. He was not previously aware of this, but that was a very erotic act. He lifted his hips to facilitate her pulling his remaining clothing off.
“Yes? No?” Rose asked with a small smirk. Like she didn't know how that had affected him.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed in the husky voice of his she so favored in bed. Quickly, he pulled her closer and undid her trousers, and moments after that they were both nude. Rose wasn't yet ready to give up the high ground, however. She shoved him down when he tried to sit up, and he was subsequently straddled again.
A fervent kiss passed between them, punctuated by hands squeezing her hips and a body wriggling against his anatomy distractingly. Her attentions migrated to his ear, teasing the lobe with tongue before delivering a firm nip. His hands slid past her bum and caressed her thighs, squeezing in time with the bite. Then, one hand crept back up her body and inwards, at last finding warm folds. As his practiced fingers first caressed softly, then explored her depths, all from behind, Rose let out a long, shuddering sigh. She moved forward to allow him freer movement and put her lips to his, voicing her pleasure into his mouth. Rather loudly, when he began to toy with the clump of nerves above (well, now below) her center. The Doctor teased and rubbed and pressed, reveling in every gust and cloud of bliss coming off his partner.
Then, she gasped, “Stop!” The Doctor disengaged his hands, and with effort, Rose sat up and shook off some of her pleasured haze. It seemed it was his turn; she fondled his member gently before giving it several good, hard strokes. Just as the Doctor's breathing began to elevate even higher, she stood his anatomy at attention and slowly pushed her body over it, causing a long groan to come from him. Her hands planted by his shoulders, and she moved her body up and down experimentally. Enveloped in moist heat and tantalized by the meager friction, he lifted his hips to meet her encouragingly.
A rhythm was soon struck, her gliding back and forth over his body and driving him mad with it. She would break up the action with a slower rolling of the hips, altering the angle and sensation, and twice she just sat back. It plunged him deep inside her and left him simultaneously glorying in the depth and angle and mourning the loss of her delicious motion. Each thrust or grind kept him breathing hard and his consciousness swimming near hers, melting together at the edges in pure ecstasy. He could feel how elated she was over this latest turn of events and the magnificent (her thought, not his) ring on her finger. Part of her was still caught up in disbelief, but this was no time to discuss it.
Instead, he made each rise of his pelvis a promise, each caress of her side or her cheek a reassurance that he would never let her go. His pleasure built, as did hers. Finally, she fell forward onto him and snogged him silly.
“Switch?” she asked, breathing heavily. He managed to nod and give, in a slightly unmanly octave, a “yeah!” He cleared his throat, then grabbed her shoulders and squeezed before rolling them to the side. However, after a moment's kissing, he backed away from her entirely.
“Turn over. Kneel and bend over the bed,” he ordered huskily, standing up. At his tone, Rose received a fresh flush of arousal that shot right through their link. In a moment, she had herself in position on elbows and knees. He knelt behind her, gripped her sides, and slid back into her warmth. He didn't stop until he was nestled deep, and they both moaned at the renewed contact. Steady thrusts began, her rocking back into each one. He loved this angle. It let him plunge far, and even though he couldn't see both of Rose's lovely eyes at a time, there were other ocular benefits. On that note, he put his hands on her pert bum and ran them up her side and back, squeezed her shoulders, and moved around to her breasts. She fisted her hands in the duvet and arched her back, letting out a moan. His thrusts sped up as his hands did their work, until he suddenly bent over her. His weight pushed her torso to the bed, and he placed his hands over hers, fingers entwining.
She was entirely pressed to the bed now. Trapped, possessed, his. They ground out a fervent rhythm, punctuated by a hard bite on her shoulder. They were both gasping and moaning. But this wouldn't do; he was too close to coming, and she wasn't quite, so after another, lighter nip and kisses trailed down her neck and shoulders, he lifted off of her again. Still, her blood was on fire; he could feel it.
His right hand pulled back and slapped her backside. A shot of adrenaline from the minor pain rushed her system; it took the pleasure from his next, hard thrust and rocketed it sky high. She was whimpering loudly now. Next, with prompting from his hands, she pushed herself onto her elbows once more.
He reached around and resumed his attentions to her clitoris.
“Oh God!” Her back was arching again, and she reached back blindly to find his left hand. He gave it to her and smiled at how hard she gripped it. Firm pushes of his hips to hers, interspersed with finger presses and rubs, had them both panting. She was wound tighter than a boa, leg muscles twitching and breath coming in short gasps.
“That's it,” he managed to whisper, “come for me, Rose. My love. My intended.” And that was enough; she came apart around him, free hand fisted in the covers. She called his name and flooded his extra senses with red and gold light, swirling together and burning into his mind as he gave a few more rapid plunges. The love, the friction, and the walls convulsing around his member made him topple over the edge, spilling into her and stirring his own blue and brown mental presence with hers. They were each full of adoration, trust... and exhausted satiation.
In a minute, they were curled up together in bed, her snuggled to his shoulder and giving his neck a nuzzle. She yawned, and he smiled.
“This is perfect,” she remarked softly.
“Which?”
“This. Tangled with my brand new fiancé after a fantastic shag.” The Doctor preened a bit, figuring he'd earned some smugness. Then Rose, speaking more seriously, broached the subject, “I know I've been... less than patient lately.” He pulled away enough to turn and see her face.
“Why was that, exactly? It wasn't, by any chance, the ring that you wanted? That would be convenient, since I've already given it to you.” Rose laughed.
“I dunno; maybe it was. I've been missing my family, and Mickey, Jake, and Ingrid. But mostly my family. I know you're my family now, you and Donna and the TARDIS, but it's not...” She trailed off.
“The same?”
“No. And I didn't want to say anything, because I don't want you to think I regret it. Coming here, to live a life with you. But I guess not saying anything doesn't make me come across that blissful either.” Her expression was somewhat sheepish. The Doctor smiled and spoke gently.
“Sometimes, we have to accept surrogates. Different attitudes, different relationships, even different species, but they are the family you choose, which has its advantages. So Sarah Jane was telling me when we last stopped in for tea, anyway. Several times. I think she thinks I'm daft. And I know she wants us to come by more often.” Rose had acquired a small frown, and a wave of guilt came from her, most likely sent unbidden. Lovemaking always made their connection more malleable and difficult to limit.
“She's right, you know. You and I both have her, Jack, Martha and everyone to lean on. Best surrogate family in the world in an alien invasion. But you, you're no stand-in family member, are you? We're making it all official.” At last, she grinned again. “Actually, it might be best my mum's not here; she'd have a heart attack if I told her you proposed. 'Mrs. Doctor? What kind of name is that?!'” She laughed at the mental image.
“She should be happy! After that, I'll no longer qualify as your 'sugar daddy.' That's really disturbing, by the way, having a term for a surrogate, sexual father figure. Did you feel that? I shuddered just mentioning it. Your society frightens me sometimes.” Rose was staring at him, slightly agape.
“What?” he asked defensively. It was a perfectly valid point.
“...Have you been talking to Jack? Or- please don't tell me Owen?”