Hot in the City.
Title : Hot in the City.
Pairing : David Tennant/Billie Piper (RPF)
Rating : Adult
Summary : Even though his work took him away from her, they were always headed in the same direction.
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She’s not sure when she made the crazy decision to follow him half way across the world, but now’s hardly the time to start changing her mind.
It’s loud. Sweat trickles from her brow in a steady flow; from nerves or heat, she’s yet to decide. There’s laughter and talking and she’s straining to hear him over the crowd strung around the coke and rum.
The conversation is nothing profound, just simple chit chat drowned out mostly by the music. She watches as they swing to the sweeping fast beats. They’re in the corner of some pop culture club and she’s gripping his hand, too afraid to let go as the sounds reverberate through her entire body. Its energy like she’s never seen and she vaguely wonders what drove him to drag her to this meeting place.
His deep dark eyes watch her through the flicker lights. Her head rests on his arm; his free hand holds her steady against him. She slumps her head to the table to rest, so tired, gorgeous, but tired and drained just from dancing against him. This holding back is so much harder than it looks and he’s so very hard right now.
The music seems to go downhill and he just wants to kiss her, but they’re just friends. She came to the US to visit a friend. ‘Just friends’ hurts more than anything else, knowing she cares but they’ll never be anything more.
He’s stretching his legs out on the floor, alone, his friends lost among the throngs of people dancing. He feels a bit dejected, but dances regardless. He comes across her shaking her hips, so close, so rhythmical. She blows him away and it’s all he can do not to touch her. She leans to his touch, pulling him towards her, so close, closer than he ever expected. They’re hot and he’s sweating. Frankly, she looks exhausted but he holds her.
Kissing her forehead he notices that her lipstick is worn. He guides her through the hot nightclub crowd, moving them toward freedom in the form of a hideaway seemingly forgotten by everybody else in the room. She holds his arm to keep him close, her comfort. They so close now, boundaries blur between friendship and lovers with caresses and cuddles so desperately exchanged. He kisses her then and she feels his hand on her knee, keening for his touch.
Her bare legs entice him. He’s not sure he’s seen such a tiny skirt before as his fingers seek warmth between her thighs and god, she is the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on. When she crawls onto his lap, he’s surprised to find that she went without knickers and his fingers stroke at the delicate flesh. His cock grows impatient; he’s throbbing with ache as she cups him through fabric that soon won’t confine him.
She tugs at his zipper. She takes him in hand and he’s hard and delicious and she can’t wait to have him. He bunches her skirt as she straddles his hips, and she’s sinking down quickly, her damp folds engulfing. His hand trails her back while her head rests upon his shoulder and he’s thrusting with every roll of her hips. Gripping the table, his knuckles turn white as she changes the angle to take him in deeper. She’s back and he’s forth and she’s down and he’s up as they work at a rhythm. She’s warm and inviting; he’s fucking her harder; she nips at his shoulder, straight through his shirt and that one is sure to leave a mark. He watches her face as he pulls out to slam back, aroused by the fact that he’s caused her to moan, so he kisses her lips trying to stifle the noise. His tongue seeks hers out and he’s tasting her mouth with her hands in his hair now she’s coming undone, undone just for him. “Fuck, Bills”, he manages to grunt.
Reaching between them he fondles her nub while she’s writhing above him but when he withdraws his fingers to offer them to her, suddenly she’s erupting around him and he’s right behind her. His seed fills her heat with a cooling induction. They’re gasping for breath, panting each ripple out. Slowly, she shifts for him to adjust but she’s still in his grip and he’s loath to let her go now. His arms are around her, supporting her weight as she sorts herself out. They share a long languid kiss because he’s nervous as he meets with her eyes, but he needn’t be. She wanted this too.
He draws her into an embrace as they stand, pressing his chest to her back, her lack of undergarments leaving a trail of him upon her that glistens with the luminous fluro lighting. He only wants to spare her the humiliating looks, or so he tells her, because Georgia is back home awaiting his return, and no doubt her Winston is quite anxious to see his mothers pretty face again, but for now, for tonight and as long as they can manage, he’ll be the one she goes home to be with.