Feeling a moment - Eleven/Rose - Adult
Title: Feeling a moment
Author: naty_seixas
Beta: mrssnape13
Pairing: Eleven/Rose
Rating: Adult
Genre: Schmoop
Notes: Part of Could be 'verse.Written for schmoop_bingo. Prompt: Massage - Erotic. Title from Feeling a moment by Feeder.
Word Count: 1,133
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Summary: Rose thinks the Doctor should get a medal from know how to use his hands.
A.N: This fic is part of the 'verse I created in my head. I keep having those images in my mind about Eleven and Rose together, but not like I've read before. So, the back story is basically this: Ten regenerated into Eleven at Journey's End, Rose stayed with him and now they're together. Sorry if this sucks, it's my first attempt to do porn without plot.
Rose sighs happily when she feels his fingers running through her hair, from the base of her neck to the top of her head. His fingertips massage each of her temples in circular movements. He traces the lines of her face with a gentleness that makes Rose close her eyes in pleasure. Since he regenerated into this new body, the Doctor has been paying more attention to detail. He enjoys her body like he never has before. He investigates every curve with his hands and tongue. While his last incarnation was all about tasting, this one is all about touching and kissing. She remembers how he used to lick his way across her body, telling her how delicious she tasted when she was excited. Now, he prefers to feel her under his ministrations, scattering kisses on her skin and enjoying her reactions. He loves to watch her come; Rose suspects he developed a voyeurism kink this time.
Rose gasps in surprise when she feels his fingertips teasing her lips, tracing the edge and pulling out before she could suck his finger into her mouth like she knows he loves.
“Turn over, Rose,” he says in a husky voice.
She smiles naughtily at him; she knows she got a reaction.
She does what he asks and soon his hands are all over her naked body. Surprisingly, she can feel the sticky sensation caused by the oil he had used to give her a back rub; she’d had a hard day. The Doctor straddles her and starts to press down on her shoulders, sliding his hand to either side of her spine. She takes a deep breath and tries to muffle a moan. He's too good with his hands.
He works across her shoulder and down her arm, wrapping his hand around the upper arm and, in a twisting motion, massaging the length of it. His touch is firm, but very soft; that's why Rose loves his massages. His hand descends to her own and he strokes the back of her hand. Using his thumb, he makes circles in her palm and interlaces their fingers, squeezing. He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it before letting go and doing the same with her other side.
She moans loudly while he worships her whole body. He slides his hands and moves them in small and circular strokes on her buttocks and hips. He traces the skin below her buttocks with his fingers and the tip of his tongue, making her shiver and thrust into the bed. He ignores her pleas and works his way down her legs. He lightly strokes the back of her knee and works his way down, pressing his fingers around her ankle. He slides his hand till he reaches her foot, moving it back and forth while using his thumbs on the sole and the others fingers on the back. He stops and starts to stroke firmly from heel to toe, pacing small kisses over the arch. She sighs deeply before she lets another moan escape. He should get a medal for those talented hands of his.
“Roll over, Rose,” he says and she promptly does. She's so excited; she can feel her wetness and she bets he's able to smell her too. The look she sees on his face makes her shudder and flush in excitement. She knows it will be a long and very pleasurable night.
The Doctor slides closer, opening her legs to accommodate him in the space between her thighs. She watches him lick his lips and brush his hair out of his eyes. She gives him a little smile; she loved his older hair, but this style is gorgeous too. He puts his hand over her stomach and leans forward to get better access to her mouth. He nips her lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and biting it. His tongue slides against her own, making her sigh in satisfaction. He starts to explore her jaw, neck and torso with his tongue while his hands play with her breasts. He places a lingering touch on each nipple, making them hard against his palm. Using his fingertips, he gently presses and smooths the soft skin from her breast while he cups the other one in his free hand. He takes advantage of his position and kisses her stomach, tracing the edge of her navel with the tip of his tongue. He moves his hands from her breasts to her thighs, making her spread her legs across the bed. She watches him pour some lubricant on his hands and put them on her groin and sliding up and down, caressing each outer lip slowly. Rose closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She's so excited she could come just with his fingers touching her; she wouldn't even need him to touch her clit.
“Open your eyes, Rose,” the Doctor mutters in a commanding voice. When she looks at him, he gives her a mischievous smile. “I want to watch you finish it, don't hide,” he says and presses his finger against her clit, stroking it slowly and gently. Rose whimpers and bites her lip, squeezing the bed sheets until her knuckles turn white. She can feel her orgasm building; her legs are shaking and she tries to close them.
“No, you can't close your legs. Just breathe deeply,” he tells her. She does what he says, but it's useless. He slips three fingers inside her folds, stretching Rose enough to make her cry out. With his fingers buried within her, he starts to move in and out while his thumb circles her clit. She feels the heat increase; her whole body shakes and her toes curl. Before she knows it, she comes so hard that she grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him down and digging her teeth into his skin.
Rose breathes deeply when the waves of pleasure slow down. She can feel her orgasm in every fibre of her being. For the first time, the Doctor has really impressed her.
“Wow.”
It’s the only thing she can say.
Her whole body is very sated and relaxed; she even feels sleepy now.
“Doctor, I...” she tries to say, but her yawn interrupts it. He laughs and shushes her.
“Come on,” he says, pulling Rose against his chest. “Sleep, I really wore you out this time.”
“You think you're so impressive,” she mutters, her eyes closing and she knows she'll be asleep in seconds.
“I am so impressive,” he retorts, but she's too tired to reply. She feels a kiss on her forehead, before he snuggles closer. She only sleeps when she can hear the beating of his two hearts against her ear.
Author: naty_seixas
Beta: mrssnape13
Pairing: Eleven/Rose
Rating: Adult
Genre: Schmoop
Notes: Part of Could be 'verse.Written for schmoop_bingo. Prompt: Massage - Erotic. Title from Feeling a moment by Feeder.
Word Count: 1,133
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Summary: Rose thinks the Doctor should get a medal from know how to use his hands.
A.N: This fic is part of the 'verse I created in my head. I keep having those images in my mind about Eleven and Rose together, but not like I've read before. So, the back story is basically this: Ten regenerated into Eleven at Journey's End, Rose stayed with him and now they're together. Sorry if this sucks, it's my first attempt to do porn without plot.
Rose sighs happily when she feels his fingers running through her hair, from the base of her neck to the top of her head. His fingertips massage each of her temples in circular movements. He traces the lines of her face with a gentleness that makes Rose close her eyes in pleasure. Since he regenerated into this new body, the Doctor has been paying more attention to detail. He enjoys her body like he never has before. He investigates every curve with his hands and tongue. While his last incarnation was all about tasting, this one is all about touching and kissing. She remembers how he used to lick his way across her body, telling her how delicious she tasted when she was excited. Now, he prefers to feel her under his ministrations, scattering kisses on her skin and enjoying her reactions. He loves to watch her come; Rose suspects he developed a voyeurism kink this time.
Rose gasps in surprise when she feels his fingertips teasing her lips, tracing the edge and pulling out before she could suck his finger into her mouth like she knows he loves.
“Turn over, Rose,” he says in a husky voice.
She smiles naughtily at him; she knows she got a reaction.
She does what he asks and soon his hands are all over her naked body. Surprisingly, she can feel the sticky sensation caused by the oil he had used to give her a back rub; she’d had a hard day. The Doctor straddles her and starts to press down on her shoulders, sliding his hand to either side of her spine. She takes a deep breath and tries to muffle a moan. He's too good with his hands.
He works across her shoulder and down her arm, wrapping his hand around the upper arm and, in a twisting motion, massaging the length of it. His touch is firm, but very soft; that's why Rose loves his massages. His hand descends to her own and he strokes the back of her hand. Using his thumb, he makes circles in her palm and interlaces their fingers, squeezing. He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it before letting go and doing the same with her other side.
She moans loudly while he worships her whole body. He slides his hands and moves them in small and circular strokes on her buttocks and hips. He traces the skin below her buttocks with his fingers and the tip of his tongue, making her shiver and thrust into the bed. He ignores her pleas and works his way down her legs. He lightly strokes the back of her knee and works his way down, pressing his fingers around her ankle. He slides his hand till he reaches her foot, moving it back and forth while using his thumbs on the sole and the others fingers on the back. He stops and starts to stroke firmly from heel to toe, pacing small kisses over the arch. She sighs deeply before she lets another moan escape. He should get a medal for those talented hands of his.
“Roll over, Rose,” he says and she promptly does. She's so excited; she can feel her wetness and she bets he's able to smell her too. The look she sees on his face makes her shudder and flush in excitement. She knows it will be a long and very pleasurable night.
The Doctor slides closer, opening her legs to accommodate him in the space between her thighs. She watches him lick his lips and brush his hair out of his eyes. She gives him a little smile; she loved his older hair, but this style is gorgeous too. He puts his hand over her stomach and leans forward to get better access to her mouth. He nips her lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and biting it. His tongue slides against her own, making her sigh in satisfaction. He starts to explore her jaw, neck and torso with his tongue while his hands play with her breasts. He places a lingering touch on each nipple, making them hard against his palm. Using his fingertips, he gently presses and smooths the soft skin from her breast while he cups the other one in his free hand. He takes advantage of his position and kisses her stomach, tracing the edge of her navel with the tip of his tongue. He moves his hands from her breasts to her thighs, making her spread her legs across the bed. She watches him pour some lubricant on his hands and put them on her groin and sliding up and down, caressing each outer lip slowly. Rose closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She's so excited she could come just with his fingers touching her; she wouldn't even need him to touch her clit.
“Open your eyes, Rose,” the Doctor mutters in a commanding voice. When she looks at him, he gives her a mischievous smile. “I want to watch you finish it, don't hide,” he says and presses his finger against her clit, stroking it slowly and gently. Rose whimpers and bites her lip, squeezing the bed sheets until her knuckles turn white. She can feel her orgasm building; her legs are shaking and she tries to close them.
“No, you can't close your legs. Just breathe deeply,” he tells her. She does what he says, but it's useless. He slips three fingers inside her folds, stretching Rose enough to make her cry out. With his fingers buried within her, he starts to move in and out while his thumb circles her clit. She feels the heat increase; her whole body shakes and her toes curl. Before she knows it, she comes so hard that she grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him down and digging her teeth into his skin.
Rose breathes deeply when the waves of pleasure slow down. She can feel her orgasm in every fibre of her being. For the first time, the Doctor has really impressed her.
“Wow.”
It’s the only thing she can say.
Her whole body is very sated and relaxed; she even feels sleepy now.
“Doctor, I...” she tries to say, but her yawn interrupts it. He laughs and shushes her.
“Come on,” he says, pulling Rose against his chest. “Sleep, I really wore you out this time.”
“You think you're so impressive,” she mutters, her eyes closing and she knows she'll be asleep in seconds.
“I am so impressive,” he retorts, but she's too tired to reply. She feels a kiss on her forehead, before he snuggles closer. She only sleeps when she can hear the beating of his two hearts against her ear.