Weather Series Part 03 - Cold
She looks at him, exasperation clear in her voice. “Only you would want ice cream after being stuck on an ice planet for a week looking at yellow snow. The specialty ice cream line is four times the length of the basic flavors line.”
“But they have the best banana ice cream you have ever tasted here,” he whines
“But I don’t want banana ice cream!”
“But you will like this! It’s much better than chocolate!” Knowing her love for chocolate, anything chocolate, he figured this was sure to sell her on the idea.
“Really?” She asks in obvious disbelief, “Not buying it Doctor, chocolate is much better.”
“Oh absolutely not, Rose! Banana is much better, and this place has the very best.”
“Still not believing you that any flavor is better than chocolate, in fact I bet I can prove it to you before we leave the ice cream shop!”
“Ten quid you can’t do it.”
With that, she knew she had him, “You’re on!” and she heads over to the basic flavors line.
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Minutes later, I have my large chocolate ice cream and a plan and he is still in line.
“Looks like your still waiting, one point for the chocolate. I got mine first.”
“Hey, that really doesn’t count.”
“Yes it does, it means I get mine sooner.” To prove my point I give a long smooth lick up that side of my small tower of ice cream. His suddenly nervous look tells me this is going to be easy.
With that, he folds his arms over his leather jacket and pretends not to care. “Fine, I’ll give you that one.”
I pretend to examine which side to lick next, all the while watching him through my lashes. When I am sure he is looking my way again I take another long slow lick up the opposite side, this time with a low moan as I close my lips over the top of the of the peak. Then slowly lick the dark substance off my lips and notice he too is licking his lips. Continuing as if I nothing had happened I state, “and sooo creamy, just so very lickable, that has to count for at least another two points.”
I smile as his voice, gone husky, replies “Yeah.” Then realizing what he has just said, he quickly backpedals. “Wait no, banana’s much better. Very lickable, and the small bits of banana just are so much better than all that bland smoothness.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip of my miniature ice-cream tower taking extra care to run my tongue along the groove created by the soft serve dispenser, thinking about what other kinds of texture that I could be mapping out with my tongue.
When I look over, I find his eyes riveted to my actions. Immediately he looks back toward the counter as if trying to pretend that I didn’t just catch him looking.
As I begin thinking about what we could be doing with this ice cream, he begins to fidget. As I begin to think of what it would feel like to lap chocolate from his body, I can see him turn slightly from me to conceal what I know he is now hiding behind that leather jacket of his. I smile as I feel Verity’s laughter in my mind and I know that she is making sure that he is getting my vivid imagery. From the smoldering glance he gives me as he looks over, I know that he now has much more than just ice cream on his mind.
I give him my best smile, and slowly enclose my ice cream with my mouth, even as I imagine it being something considerably warmer and watch as his eyes darken to that beautiful inhuman shade of gold threaded blue that speaks of his arousal. Slowly I extract my ice cream making sure to make sufficient noise that there can be no mistake of what I am offering. As it clears my mouth, I can’t resist saying. “Now admit it Doctor, chocolate ice-cream is better than banana, and maybe I’ll share mine with you.”
Grinning even wider, he states in his dead sexy bedroom voice, “You know Rose, maybe you’re right.”
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As soon as I take her bet and see the attention she begins to lavish on her ice cream, I suspect I'm not going be getting any of the banana ice cream for which this establishment is so well known. Rose seems intent on a far different kind of 'I scream' but half the fun of these games we play is the journey. As I get, from both her and Verity, the very erotic images of that clever tongue of hers lapping at my sex and the equally delightful image of her swirling it about my chest as she hunts down every trace of skin warmed chocolate, I know it's time to admit 'defeat'. Still, I remind Verity it is not quite fair to be taking Rose’s side like this, but I have no intention of letting Rose have the last say on the matter.
I grin, now knowing I’m not getting any banana ice cream today, but something much better. As I take her ice cream from her, I give it a long slurp, reminding Rose that she’s not the only one who knows how to use their tongue, and smile at the spike of arousal I feel from her. “You know Rose, maybe you’re right,” I state but then I lean in pulling her body in next to my side with my free arm, as I do I whisper in her ear, "But I am 100% positive Rose flavored chocolate will taste even better. Shall we find out?" I smile even wider as I feel her shiver beneath my arm as we walk out of the ice cream shop.
Not to be out done, she smiles up at me with a predatory look, snatching her ice cream back from me. She then takes another long meandering lap up the side of it, playing her tongue across its surface in a way that more than once has caused me have to employ my respiratory bypass. All the while, her eyes never leave mine. There is less than a block to the TARDIS and suddenly it feels way too far away - a feeling she must agree with as she turns suddenly in my arms pressing her lips and hips into mine. I immediately decide that the taste of chocolate flavored Rose is divine as I trace her lips with my tongue requesting entrance to the place where even more of the heavenly treat can be found. Briefly, I draw her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking it clean of the chocolate I find there, before delving further within. Her soft moan sends a flare of desire through me, reminding me of exactly why kissing Rose in public is not wise idea, as she is also insistently pressing her hips to mine, causing an urgent throbbing response in my groin.
Before we can be arrested for lewd behavior, or indecent exposure, I pull back with a small groan grabbing her hand and quickly remove the distance between us and the inside of the TARDIS. Sometime later I realize that at some point she has dropped the ice cream that had started this all.
As we pass through the doorway, I swing her around against the other door and continue where we left off down the block. Caressing and nibbling at my, oh so lovely, chocolate flavored Rose. I sigh in relief as I feel her hand reach and unzip my jeans, that bit back to the TARDIS had been a tad uncomfortable, as she had created a distinct impression on a certain part of my anatomy. The feel of her hot hand slowly caressing me with the backs of her fingers causes my breath to catch. Then she is urgently pressing my jeans down my hips to free that which she has desired. Before I can say a word of teasing at her impatience, she has turned us and I find my back against door. It’s a move, a moment later; I am thankful for as she drops to her knees and envelops my shaft in her mouth, the heat suddenly causing my knees to feel weak. I feel a small whimper escape at the feel of her tongue running circles around me. The suction she quickly applies next causes me to bang my head back on the wall as my hips jerk forward with the sensation. All to soon she has driven me to a point where I have to stop her. Pulling her into my arms, the feel of her clothing against my sensitive skin reminds me that she is wearing far too many of them. A realization she comes to at almost the same moment as she pulls up her all to short skirt, shimmying out of what, I can smell, are soaked knickers.
That grin that tells me she knows exactly what I desire appears. We again switch places as I put her back to the wall, gently reaching and caressing her soft curls and in repayment, I hear that lovely whimpering noise she makes when she has passed beyond the point of begging. With that I feel her leg caressing my hip asking me to come closer, which is exactly how we got to this point, because I can deny her nothing she truly wants. I slide my hands up her now naked thighs, lifting her so I can position myself at her entrance as her arms come up to circle my neck. When I hesitate for a moment too long in entering, I feel her lips and teeth clamp down on my neck causing me to jerk her into me at the unexpected sensations. I feel her suddenly release my neck with loud gasp. For a moment, I fear I have hurt her with my forcefulness, only to be dispelled of the idea as I hear, “Yesss!” hissed my ear. I feel a wave a pleasure from her that almost undoes me, as I regroup I slowly slide back enjoying the feeling of her slick warmth sliding around me and return a moment later impatient to again be sheathed in her body.
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My body is burning for him and he is moving far too slow for the fire that is consuming me. As he plunges home I know that is exactly what I have been wanting, exactly what I have been needing. As he pulls back I squirm against him, desperate for his lips, and as he pushes home again I whimper with need and pull him in closer winding my arms tighter against his neck. Seeking out his short cropped, baby soft, hair with my fingers is my last rational though as my senses take me over. This time he slides into my mind as well as my body. The feel his hands gripping my bum, the wall behind me and most glorious of all of his body moving within me is blotting out all else. I know I am making a lot of noise and he has teased me about it more than once, but I couldn’t care less. The feel of his strokes growing erratic pushes me over the edge and I scream out our pleasure until I have no air left and all I do is cling to him riding out the last of shockwaves that are running though us like wildfire unable to even lift my head from where it has fallen on his shoulder.
For long time all I can do, is cling to him. Until I hear a voice that I shouldn’t, Jack saying, “So it looks like you two had fun while I was gone,” and only one word comes to mind - ‘Busted!’
“But they have the best banana ice cream you have ever tasted here,” he whines
“But I don’t want banana ice cream!”
“But you will like this! It’s much better than chocolate!” Knowing her love for chocolate, anything chocolate, he figured this was sure to sell her on the idea.
“Really?” She asks in obvious disbelief, “Not buying it Doctor, chocolate is much better.”
“Oh absolutely not, Rose! Banana is much better, and this place has the very best.”
“Still not believing you that any flavor is better than chocolate, in fact I bet I can prove it to you before we leave the ice cream shop!”
“Ten quid you can’t do it.”
With that, she knew she had him, “You’re on!” and she heads over to the basic flavors line.
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Minutes later, I have my large chocolate ice cream and a plan and he is still in line.
“Looks like your still waiting, one point for the chocolate. I got mine first.”
“Hey, that really doesn’t count.”
“Yes it does, it means I get mine sooner.” To prove my point I give a long smooth lick up that side of my small tower of ice cream. His suddenly nervous look tells me this is going to be easy.
With that, he folds his arms over his leather jacket and pretends not to care. “Fine, I’ll give you that one.”
I pretend to examine which side to lick next, all the while watching him through my lashes. When I am sure he is looking my way again I take another long slow lick up the opposite side, this time with a low moan as I close my lips over the top of the of the peak. Then slowly lick the dark substance off my lips and notice he too is licking his lips. Continuing as if I nothing had happened I state, “and sooo creamy, just so very lickable, that has to count for at least another two points.”
I smile as his voice, gone husky, replies “Yeah.” Then realizing what he has just said, he quickly backpedals. “Wait no, banana’s much better. Very lickable, and the small bits of banana just are so much better than all that bland smoothness.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip of my miniature ice-cream tower taking extra care to run my tongue along the groove created by the soft serve dispenser, thinking about what other kinds of texture that I could be mapping out with my tongue.
When I look over, I find his eyes riveted to my actions. Immediately he looks back toward the counter as if trying to pretend that I didn’t just catch him looking.
As I begin thinking about what we could be doing with this ice cream, he begins to fidget. As I begin to think of what it would feel like to lap chocolate from his body, I can see him turn slightly from me to conceal what I know he is now hiding behind that leather jacket of his. I smile as I feel Verity’s laughter in my mind and I know that she is making sure that he is getting my vivid imagery. From the smoldering glance he gives me as he looks over, I know that he now has much more than just ice cream on his mind.
I give him my best smile, and slowly enclose my ice cream with my mouth, even as I imagine it being something considerably warmer and watch as his eyes darken to that beautiful inhuman shade of gold threaded blue that speaks of his arousal. Slowly I extract my ice cream making sure to make sufficient noise that there can be no mistake of what I am offering. As it clears my mouth, I can’t resist saying. “Now admit it Doctor, chocolate ice-cream is better than banana, and maybe I’ll share mine with you.”
Grinning even wider, he states in his dead sexy bedroom voice, “You know Rose, maybe you’re right.”
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As soon as I take her bet and see the attention she begins to lavish on her ice cream, I suspect I'm not going be getting any of the banana ice cream for which this establishment is so well known. Rose seems intent on a far different kind of 'I scream' but half the fun of these games we play is the journey. As I get, from both her and Verity, the very erotic images of that clever tongue of hers lapping at my sex and the equally delightful image of her swirling it about my chest as she hunts down every trace of skin warmed chocolate, I know it's time to admit 'defeat'. Still, I remind Verity it is not quite fair to be taking Rose’s side like this, but I have no intention of letting Rose have the last say on the matter.
I grin, now knowing I’m not getting any banana ice cream today, but something much better. As I take her ice cream from her, I give it a long slurp, reminding Rose that she’s not the only one who knows how to use their tongue, and smile at the spike of arousal I feel from her. “You know Rose, maybe you’re right,” I state but then I lean in pulling her body in next to my side with my free arm, as I do I whisper in her ear, "But I am 100% positive Rose flavored chocolate will taste even better. Shall we find out?" I smile even wider as I feel her shiver beneath my arm as we walk out of the ice cream shop.
Not to be out done, she smiles up at me with a predatory look, snatching her ice cream back from me. She then takes another long meandering lap up the side of it, playing her tongue across its surface in a way that more than once has caused me have to employ my respiratory bypass. All the while, her eyes never leave mine. There is less than a block to the TARDIS and suddenly it feels way too far away - a feeling she must agree with as she turns suddenly in my arms pressing her lips and hips into mine. I immediately decide that the taste of chocolate flavored Rose is divine as I trace her lips with my tongue requesting entrance to the place where even more of the heavenly treat can be found. Briefly, I draw her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking it clean of the chocolate I find there, before delving further within. Her soft moan sends a flare of desire through me, reminding me of exactly why kissing Rose in public is not wise idea, as she is also insistently pressing her hips to mine, causing an urgent throbbing response in my groin.
Before we can be arrested for lewd behavior, or indecent exposure, I pull back with a small groan grabbing her hand and quickly remove the distance between us and the inside of the TARDIS. Sometime later I realize that at some point she has dropped the ice cream that had started this all.
As we pass through the doorway, I swing her around against the other door and continue where we left off down the block. Caressing and nibbling at my, oh so lovely, chocolate flavored Rose. I sigh in relief as I feel her hand reach and unzip my jeans, that bit back to the TARDIS had been a tad uncomfortable, as she had created a distinct impression on a certain part of my anatomy. The feel of her hot hand slowly caressing me with the backs of her fingers causes my breath to catch. Then she is urgently pressing my jeans down my hips to free that which she has desired. Before I can say a word of teasing at her impatience, she has turned us and I find my back against door. It’s a move, a moment later; I am thankful for as she drops to her knees and envelops my shaft in her mouth, the heat suddenly causing my knees to feel weak. I feel a small whimper escape at the feel of her tongue running circles around me. The suction she quickly applies next causes me to bang my head back on the wall as my hips jerk forward with the sensation. All to soon she has driven me to a point where I have to stop her. Pulling her into my arms, the feel of her clothing against my sensitive skin reminds me that she is wearing far too many of them. A realization she comes to at almost the same moment as she pulls up her all to short skirt, shimmying out of what, I can smell, are soaked knickers.
That grin that tells me she knows exactly what I desire appears. We again switch places as I put her back to the wall, gently reaching and caressing her soft curls and in repayment, I hear that lovely whimpering noise she makes when she has passed beyond the point of begging. With that I feel her leg caressing my hip asking me to come closer, which is exactly how we got to this point, because I can deny her nothing she truly wants. I slide my hands up her now naked thighs, lifting her so I can position myself at her entrance as her arms come up to circle my neck. When I hesitate for a moment too long in entering, I feel her lips and teeth clamp down on my neck causing me to jerk her into me at the unexpected sensations. I feel her suddenly release my neck with loud gasp. For a moment, I fear I have hurt her with my forcefulness, only to be dispelled of the idea as I hear, “Yesss!” hissed my ear. I feel a wave a pleasure from her that almost undoes me, as I regroup I slowly slide back enjoying the feeling of her slick warmth sliding around me and return a moment later impatient to again be sheathed in her body.
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My body is burning for him and he is moving far too slow for the fire that is consuming me. As he plunges home I know that is exactly what I have been wanting, exactly what I have been needing. As he pulls back I squirm against him, desperate for his lips, and as he pushes home again I whimper with need and pull him in closer winding my arms tighter against his neck. Seeking out his short cropped, baby soft, hair with my fingers is my last rational though as my senses take me over. This time he slides into my mind as well as my body. The feel his hands gripping my bum, the wall behind me and most glorious of all of his body moving within me is blotting out all else. I know I am making a lot of noise and he has teased me about it more than once, but I couldn’t care less. The feel of his strokes growing erratic pushes me over the edge and I scream out our pleasure until I have no air left and all I do is cling to him riding out the last of shockwaves that are running though us like wildfire unable to even lift my head from where it has fallen on his shoulder.
For long time all I can do, is cling to him. Until I hear a voice that I shouldn’t, Jack saying, “So it looks like you two had fun while I was gone,” and only one word comes to mind - ‘Busted!’