The Flavors of Aphros Meme
This meme is not mine! I did not make this meme up myself.
(Original taken from sexhibitionists)
The Flavours of Aphros Meme
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(Original taken from sexhibitionists)
The Flavours of Aphros Meme
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She honestly didn't care much about everyone else being affected. She wasn't completely oblivious, no, but her only concern at the moment was the Doctor and doing this for him. The other people only really registered in that their presence while she touched and teased him and invaded his personal space was the driving factor in his embarrassment. She rather doubted he'd be quite so flustered if she were doing any of this in the privacy of the TARDIS.
He wasn't allowed to walk off like that, though. It really wouldn't do. She couldn't let him regain his composure, which was why she followed and, upon catching up, placed her hand on his arm.
She didn't expect him to move so quickly, didn't expect to be trapped between him and the wall, his acquiescence lingering in the air around them. It was her turn to swallow hard, staring up at him with dark eyes as her heart pounded in her chest. "There's nothin' in particular you want me to do?" She licked her lips again, fingers finding the buttons of his jacket and slowly undoing one, then another, as she awaited his answer.
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He managed to shrug off his jacket and moved to kiss along her jawline, "Just keep touching me..." He spoke softly into the skin of her neck, inhaling her scent as he brought his hands to gently massage her shoulders.
She was hardly doing anything, but his nerves continued to spark and flare under her touch. If he didn't know any better, he would've sworn he had telepathically synched up to her, as heightened his senses were acting, but knew that wasn't the case. The Doctor was trying his best not to be a moaning mess at her hands.
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She bit her lip, gasping when she felt his breath against her neck. "Won't stop, not 'til you tell me to," she promised quietly, voice starting to take on a slightly raspy tone.
Time to up the ante, so-to-speak. For his sake (and hers, really; who was she trying to fool?). Her hands slid down his front, fingers gripping his shirt and pulling at it, drawing it from his trousers so she could slip them under the fabric. Not that she could do much with it still buttoned like that, but for now it would do. Barely-there caresses of his abdomen, nails grazing the skin there, fingers occasionally dipping just beneath his waistband before returning to trace invisible circles on his navel.
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Again, his thoughts drifted to tonight's events leading up to this. What stood out? What was so different? It wasn't the costumes or the dances themselves. He didn't talk to that many people, and Rose was right there for majority of the time...
His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, "Don't stop." He groaned against her neck, almost at a loss of what to do with his own hands as she continued to tease and scratch. He was just melting under her touch, and he finally was truthful about it - he had no shame right now.
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It actually required the opposite. If he thought too much, he'd think them out of this. "It's simple, yeah? Want," she whispered, nipping at his earlobe. "Take." Sucking lightly, now. "Have." She blew her breath against the skin she knew very well was a sensitive spot for him.
One button, then another, and another, she slid them out of the holes, fingers brushing against the newly-exposed skin. Thankfully, today was apparently one of those days the Doctor had decided against an undershirt. Made this much easier and she could kiss him for it. In fact, she would, she did, one hand tangling in his hair as her other cupped him through his slacks.
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His tongue darted out to lick at his suddenly dry lips as she slowly worked at his buttons... Vaguely he wondered if he had ever driven her as crazy as she were to him at this very moment. His skin felt hot and he could feel the flush across his face as she pulled him in for a kiss, liking how demanding she was insisting upon being.
And then she finally touched him where he ached so badly, causing him to stifle his groan in their kiss. With one hand still on the wall, stabilizing him, the other clutched at her hip allowing him to grind against her hand.
He broke away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers, "Oh... there, please."
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Her lips curved into a grin when she heard and felt the groan into her mouth. "Yeah? Like this? " she purred, rubbing her hand against his trousers, along the length of him. "Or like this?" A slight adjustment and her nimble fingers have unfastened them and slid inside, wrapping around him and giving a long, slow stroke.
She had to bite back a moan of her own at the feel of him, hot and hard and...maybe another stroke. Swallowing hard, she tightened the grip she had on his hair, careful not to hurt him, though. That wasn't the goal. She wanted to please him, to make him lose any and all semblance of control. He was well on his way, but he wasn't there yet.
The sounds of the people around them, inside tents or just there, a handful of metres away, were drowned out by their breathing and the roaring of her blood through her veins.
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This time it was him crushing his lips back to hers, maybe a little more sloppy than he intended, but hopefully she'd forgive him given that he was currently being turned into a pile of goo at her fingertips. He had fought the universe's worst enemies and even died at their hands (or lasers in the Dalek's case), but in the end it was one simple human girl that has truly taken his breath away and reduced him nearly nonverbal. She had complete power, and he was completely content by it.
A small piece of him felt guilty he wasn't making a better effort to return the favor, but he promised (to himself) he would later. Right now he was proud to still be standing on his own two feet.
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That was part of the rush, though, wasn't it? He was larger than life and could do...such amazing things, but she'd done this. He was panting and oof kissing-- Kissing was brilliant. She certainly didn't mind the lack of technique, as it was just evidence of how caught up he was in her, in this. Her nails scraped lightly against his scalp, while her mouth parted beneath his and she deepened the kiss, drawing first his lip, then his tongue into her mouth.
This was about him and what he needed. That was where it began and ended and-- "Okay?" she broke the kiss to ask, albeit a little breathlessly. What she needed was to hear him say it. Her hand was still wrapped around his length, skin sliding against skin as she slowly built up a rhythm.
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His breath was hot and heavy against her neck as he trailed slow kisses downwards. He snaked his free hand from his hold on her hip up under the hem of her shirt, desperate to feel skin contact. Fingers grazing her abdomen up along her side to her back, pulling her more flush against him for a moment as he received a moment of more friction before easing up.
Groaning softly, "Just like that... exactly like that."
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"Doctor..." His name came out on an answering moan. "You can-- 's like I said, yeah?" She pushed her hips forward again, pausing her hand's movements just long enough to roll her hips against him. Her shirt hadn't quite made it all the way back down yet, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, biting back another gasp. "Whatever you want, you can-- you can have. Just take it. Or," she paused, pulling back a bit and resuming the slow stroking of her hand around him, "I can keep on doin' this."
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He barely waited for her response and he had already unbuttoned her trousers and forcefully tugged everything down her hips to her knees. This wasn't like him, not the whole I-have-to-have-you-right-now part, because he's been guilty of that a time or two, but the whole lack of caring how how out in the open they were. They had made it this far, he figured throwing the discretion out the window would be safe enough this time.
Pulling one of her thighs up a bit, he pushed into her, and Oh!, she felt perfect and all those delightfully positive adjectives he could rattle off in thousands of different languages. He inhaled sharply, pulling out just to thrust back in and having her adjust even moreso to him.
His nails of his left hand were once again digging into the paint of the wall behind her, as he clung tightly to her hip, setting up a rhythm.
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She kicked her legs, trying to get her trousers down as far as possible, trying to get them off, really, because shagging against a wall was hard enough without one's legs trapped. Rose let out a little mewl when the Doctor was able to push inside of her like...oh, that really was brilliant.
It wasn't the best angle and that had to change. Immediately. Giving up on kicking and using her hand to free one of her legs, she lifted the limb higher once she succeeded and hitched her thigh against his hip, bucking up into him. More, her actions demanded. Let go.
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She wanted him to let go? Oh yes, he'll help her out as he managed to free his hands and lightly touched his fingers to her temples. The rhythm may have been a step back in progress, but that'll change in a moment as he closed his eyes. He probably should've asked given that he only showed her this once before in a very complex explanation of how Time Lords reproduced, but he couldn't resist. After only another moment, he had opened their telepathic connection, opening himself up, reaching out to connect to her being and sending those sensory neurons of hers to feel and seek out his.
The crescendoing warmth deep within him, could you feel that, Rose?
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Oh, she could feel it, Doctor. She could feel the mounting pleasure within him and it rolled through her, amplifying her own. Vaguely, she recalled his explanation about Time Lord reproduction and this sort of psychic link, but mostly she was caught up in how it felt to be so connected to him. Tentatively, she tried to reach out in turn, though she wasn't...entirely sure how to do so.
Squeezing her eyes shut, her fingers tangled back up in his hair as she struggled to stave off the crescendo that was already threatening. Had she ever been this sensitive? Had he? She didn't know, she couldn't bloody think. She could only meet his thrusts as best she could and grind against him when she could. "How's- Just want- Don't you dare stop."
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He suddenly went very quiet as his pelvis bucked into hers, riding out his orgasm. His mind loud and overloaded with sensory input from both himself and her.
Lightly pressing his forehead against the wall as he fought to regain his breath, he spoke softly, "Strawberries... I smelled strawberries earlier..." That must've been what got him, given he didn't see or eat any. "Did.. did you smell them too?"
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