Fic: Sentire (5/9)
Title: Sentire (5/9)
Author: Ella Jane
Characters: Nine/Rose, Jack
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Series Rating: NC-17
Timeline: AU from The Doctor Dances
A/N: People have already started picking up on this, but at the risk of being spoilery, this series is going to get dark fairly soon. (Not this part. This part is just smut! The smut before the storm, perhaps.) I really hope you will stay with me! *crosses fingers* Anything that started out good about this story is better because of
invisible_lift 's brilliant beta work. Thank you for reading!
PSA: Light text on dark background can cause headaches, when only a bad story should. Click here to view the entry in your own LJ format.
x-posted to
dwfiction,
time_and_chips, and
better_with_3, and archived at Teaspoon.
part one | part two | part three | interlude | part four
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sentire: (L.) experience, feel, perceive, see, think, realize, understand.
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Jack was settled into the overstuffed armchair in the corner of their collective bedroom, his legs stretched out in front of him and his chin in one hand, and right now, he was struggling to breathe evenly due to what was happening in front of him.
He thought the whole thing would be easier for Rose if she had already come once, to help her relax and get over her nerves. Given the job he had to do later, he decided to sit this one out, though it wasn't really that much of a sacrifice. He always enjoyed watching Rose and the Doctor in action together, whether it was fighting for their lives or... this.
Speaking of which, across the room from where Jack sat, the Doctor was on his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, bent over the edge, his mouth buried between Rose's legs. Rose was a vision, her fists mindlessly clutching at the sheets, her head snapping back and forth on the pillow. Occasionally, her chin would shoot up toward the ceiling, a motion usually accompanied by an exquisite moan, expressing an intense combination of both pleasure and torment.
At one point, while her head was turned in Jack's direction, Rose opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. She held her breath, just for a moment, until she saw his mouth spread into a wide, almost evil grin, conveying both the satisfaction with what he was seeing at the moment and the promise of what was in store for her later.
His expression alone nearly put her over the edge. Rose pulled up her knees, the motion causing the Doctor to lift his eyes, and she reached down for him in desperate need. "Please," she whimpered, her breath catching on every word. "Please, up here, Doctor, please..."
The Doctor didn't hesitate. In one, two, three moves he was extended over her, his hard angles pressing into her soft curves. He buried his tongue in her mouth and kissed the breath out of her, knowing she could taste herself, inhaling her cries as she pressed down on his back. He could never get close enough.
He reached down between their bodies and guided himself so that he was barely inside her, then ended the kiss to watch her face as he pushed his hips forward and entered her completely. He watched her every time, and every time it was like he had never seen her expression before. He could never see it enough.
Sensing her need, he drove into her hard, relentless in his rhythm. Their eyes locked and in what seemed like no time at all she was lost, coming powerfully underneath him, her hips bucking and her muscles contracting around him, pulling him into the depths of her. Watching her face again was all he needed. In two more thrusts he joined her, stifling a moan against her neck as lights, always lights, exploded in front of his eyes. He fell against her, breathing in the scent of the two of them together, again thinking he could never get enough of it, of this, of her.
He could never, really, get enough.
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The Doctor pushed up onto his hands and slowly pulled out of her before falling onto his back. The two of them lay there, gasping for breath, for several long moments.
A low, somewhat strangled voice floated toward them. "That was... incredibly hot."
Rose couldn't help cracking a grin. She hauled herself up and threw an arm over the Doctor's stomach, propping her chin on his chest, looking over to where Jack sat. "You liked that, did ya?"
"Very much. I doubt I could have done better myself." Jack heard the Doctor chuckle as he got up and headed to the small bar in the corner, silently congratulating himself on his self-restraint. He could very well have come from just watching them, without putting a hand on his body, if he hadn't kept telling himself that tonight was about Rose, and occasionally trying to count to a million in his head as fast as he could.
Jack grabbed three bottles of water and carried them to the bed, placing two of them on the table closest to the Doctor and taking a swig from the third as he moved around to the other side. He put down bottle and looked at the two satisfied figures with great affection as he slid off his pajama bottoms in one smooth motion and crawled in, settling himself at Rose's side.
"Hi there," she said softly, reaching her hand to curl around his head.
"Hi yourself," he replied, meeting her lips with his, a sweet, shallow kiss, savoring the taste radiating from her mouth. He groaned at the feel of her fingers brushing the hairline at the back of his neck. It was her favorite of his weak spots.
The kiss ended, and her head fell heavily back down to the pillow. She blinked up at him as he brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. Jack laughed softly. "Just rest for a while, okay? Don't worry," he whispered into her ear, "I won't let you forget about me."
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Jack drifted awake a couple of hours later, feeling Rose shifting in his arms, her bare rear end brushing against his lower abdomen. He sighed happily at the friction. Then she shifted again, moving a little lower. His cock pulsed slightly and his eyes opened, a grin spreading across his face. Was that an accident?
She shifted again. Hello.
"Are you trying to finish this before we even start?" he growled.
She giggled and turned into him. "I've been awake for a bit. Wondering how long you were going to make me wait."
He waggled his eyebrows and nodded toward the sleeping figure facing them behind her. "Why don't you try that little trick on him, and we'll see what we can do here."
The figure spoke. "What little trick would that be?" said the Doctor, without opening his eyes.
Rose giggled again, her eyes dancing at Jack as she scooted back against the Doctor, her bum moving suggestively up and down the length of him.
The Doctor smiled. "Oh, that little trick," he said. He pushed up and balanced on one hand as he leaned over her, silencing her giggles with a powerful, possessive kiss. He slowly lowered himself back to the bed, encouraging her to follow until she turned to face him. She moaned appreciatively as he wedged a knee in between her legs, propping them open slightly.
Jack moved into Rose's back. He and the Doctor effectively sandwiched her between them, tightly yet comfortably, all three on their sides, Jack and the Doctor facing each other, Rose facing the Doctor.
Jack spoke quietly. "Rose, just listen to me for a minute, okay? There's nothing to be afraid of, but this is going to take some concentration at first, and you have to promise that you'll tell me if anything starts to hurt in a not-good way."
"Okay," she replied.
"Promise?" Jack asked again, this time lifting his head to make eye contact with the Doctor. You have to promise too, because I can't see her face. The Doctor nodded silently.
"I promise," Rose said solemnly.
"Okay. This is all about you, remember, so don't try to force anything. If you want to stop, we stop."
"I'll tell you, I will."
"Good. Now, I don't want to get too technical or anything, but here's what happens with this. We're trying to move in one direction in a place that only knows about moving in the other direction. We're not asking the impossible, but it's going to take some focus on your part. There are two muscles involved, one on the outside and one on the inside. Their contractions are usually involuntary, but you can control them if you try. We're going to start out by having you focus on relaxing them, one at a time, until they get used to what's going on. Does that make sense?"
Rose nodded. "Yes."
"Okay." Jack leaned in and kissed her neck, and she allowed her eyes to drift close. "I know it seems like work, but trust me," he breathed, running his tongue over the top of her ear. "If we take a little time at the beginning, after just a few minutes..." -- a quick bite on her earlobe -- "you can let go, and it'll feel incredible."
He felt her shudder as he trailed kisses along her hairline, then down her spine. His hand came up and continued running along her back, just barely skimming her skin, until he reached the curve of her ass. He dipped his hand lower and was satisfied to find the intended effect -- his fingers, wet with her moisture, trailed slowly and deliberately back and up, smoothing the way to their goal.
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"God, Rose..." Jack swallowed his words, not wanting to rush her, but feeling himself losing control. Keep it together, you rat bastard, he told himself, steadying his breathing. This is about her, not you.
The head of his cock was just inside her, and he was waiting, letting her get comfortable. They had practiced with one finger, then two, but this was still a major adjustment, even with generous lubrication. He could feel her muscles tightening involuntarily around the intrusion, then slowly relaxing as she inhaled and focused, and it was driving him absolutely mad.
"It's okay," Rose breathed. "Go ahead..." Her eyes were shut tight in concentration as she battled to relax, stay still, and not fall completely into the abyss of sensation that loomed ahead of her.
Jack looked to the Doctor, who nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving Rose's face.
And with that, Jack pushed all the way into her, exhaling a low, guttural moan of unadulterated satisfaction. He held himself there, eyes squeezed shut, revelling in her tight grip, drawing on every ounce of strength he had in him to fight the urge to just... start... fucking her.
Rose had gasped as Jack filled her. "You okay?" the Doctor whispered after a moment, as she breathed hotly through clenched teeth. She nodded and inhaled deeply in an attempt to steady her breathing. She looked up at the Doctor, her eyes blazing, and the corners of her mouth picked up in a sly, sexy smile.
Then, she slowly, very, very slowly, pulled her pelvis forward.
Underneath his lids, Jack's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. He didn't have to start fucking her. She was fucking him.
She continued moving her hips toward the Doctor until she felt the head of Jack's cock just barely inside her, like it was at the beginning, then she pushed back, slowly again, exploring the dizzying sensation. During regular sex, she always felt friction just as Jack or the Doctor was entering her; beyond that, higher up in her body, she only felt fullness, or the absence of it. But now, now she could feel every inch of him, moving in and out of her, and it was extraordinary.
She moved forward again, a little bit faster, then back, pressing her forehead into the Doctor's as she slid back into Jack's body.
Jack groaned and wondered if it was possible for him to chew his lower lip clean off. If there was a medal for self-restraint, he would have won it by light years, but even he had his limits. At first, he had wanted Rose to take her time, to experiment with what she was feeling, but at some point she was going to have to let him go or he thought he might well and truly pass out.
The next time she moved forward, he gripped her waist with one hand, stopping her from moving back. "Rose, I... I have to..." He tried to explain, but coherent language seemed to be beyond his capability at the moment.
"Jack," she whimpered, her breath catching on his name. "Please... I want to feel you..." She leaned her head back and turned, as far as she could manage, to face him, her fogged mind clearing enough to utter two short words...
"Fuck me."
Jack growled into the back of her neck and plunged into her, abandoning any attempt to be gentle or patient. As he worked to establish a steady, pounding rhythm, he thrilled to the sound of her stocatto moans, exhaled in tandem with each thrust of his hips.
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end of part five
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part six
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Author: Ella Jane
Characters: Nine/Rose, Jack
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Series Rating: NC-17
Timeline: AU from The Doctor Dances
A/N: People have already started picking up on this, but at the risk of being spoilery, this series is going to get dark fairly soon. (Not this part. This part is just smut! The smut before the storm, perhaps.) I really hope you will stay with me! *crosses fingers* Anything that started out good about this story is better because of
invisible_lift 's brilliant beta work. Thank you for reading!
PSA: Light text on dark background can cause headaches, when only a bad story should. Click here to view the entry in your own LJ format.
x-posted to
dwfiction,
time_and_chips, and
better_with_3, and archived at Teaspoon.
part one | part two | part three | interlude | part four
* * * * * * *
sentire: (L.) experience, feel, perceive, see, think, realize, understand.
* * * * * * *
Jack was settled into the overstuffed armchair in the corner of their collective bedroom, his legs stretched out in front of him and his chin in one hand, and right now, he was struggling to breathe evenly due to what was happening in front of him.
He thought the whole thing would be easier for Rose if she had already come once, to help her relax and get over her nerves. Given the job he had to do later, he decided to sit this one out, though it wasn't really that much of a sacrifice. He always enjoyed watching Rose and the Doctor in action together, whether it was fighting for their lives or... this.
Speaking of which, across the room from where Jack sat, the Doctor was on his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, bent over the edge, his mouth buried between Rose's legs. Rose was a vision, her fists mindlessly clutching at the sheets, her head snapping back and forth on the pillow. Occasionally, her chin would shoot up toward the ceiling, a motion usually accompanied by an exquisite moan, expressing an intense combination of both pleasure and torment.
At one point, while her head was turned in Jack's direction, Rose opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. She held her breath, just for a moment, until she saw his mouth spread into a wide, almost evil grin, conveying both the satisfaction with what he was seeing at the moment and the promise of what was in store for her later.
His expression alone nearly put her over the edge. Rose pulled up her knees, the motion causing the Doctor to lift his eyes, and she reached down for him in desperate need. "Please," she whimpered, her breath catching on every word. "Please, up here, Doctor, please..."
The Doctor didn't hesitate. In one, two, three moves he was extended over her, his hard angles pressing into her soft curves. He buried his tongue in her mouth and kissed the breath out of her, knowing she could taste herself, inhaling her cries as she pressed down on his back. He could never get close enough.
He reached down between their bodies and guided himself so that he was barely inside her, then ended the kiss to watch her face as he pushed his hips forward and entered her completely. He watched her every time, and every time it was like he had never seen her expression before. He could never see it enough.
Sensing her need, he drove into her hard, relentless in his rhythm. Their eyes locked and in what seemed like no time at all she was lost, coming powerfully underneath him, her hips bucking and her muscles contracting around him, pulling him into the depths of her. Watching her face again was all he needed. In two more thrusts he joined her, stifling a moan against her neck as lights, always lights, exploded in front of his eyes. He fell against her, breathing in the scent of the two of them together, again thinking he could never get enough of it, of this, of her.
He could never, really, get enough.
* * * * * * *
The Doctor pushed up onto his hands and slowly pulled out of her before falling onto his back. The two of them lay there, gasping for breath, for several long moments.
A low, somewhat strangled voice floated toward them. "That was... incredibly hot."
Rose couldn't help cracking a grin. She hauled herself up and threw an arm over the Doctor's stomach, propping her chin on his chest, looking over to where Jack sat. "You liked that, did ya?"
"Very much. I doubt I could have done better myself." Jack heard the Doctor chuckle as he got up and headed to the small bar in the corner, silently congratulating himself on his self-restraint. He could very well have come from just watching them, without putting a hand on his body, if he hadn't kept telling himself that tonight was about Rose, and occasionally trying to count to a million in his head as fast as he could.
Jack grabbed three bottles of water and carried them to the bed, placing two of them on the table closest to the Doctor and taking a swig from the third as he moved around to the other side. He put down bottle and looked at the two satisfied figures with great affection as he slid off his pajama bottoms in one smooth motion and crawled in, settling himself at Rose's side.
"Hi there," she said softly, reaching her hand to curl around his head.
"Hi yourself," he replied, meeting her lips with his, a sweet, shallow kiss, savoring the taste radiating from her mouth. He groaned at the feel of her fingers brushing the hairline at the back of his neck. It was her favorite of his weak spots.
The kiss ended, and her head fell heavily back down to the pillow. She blinked up at him as he brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. Jack laughed softly. "Just rest for a while, okay? Don't worry," he whispered into her ear, "I won't let you forget about me."
* * * * * * *
Jack drifted awake a couple of hours later, feeling Rose shifting in his arms, her bare rear end brushing against his lower abdomen. He sighed happily at the friction. Then she shifted again, moving a little lower. His cock pulsed slightly and his eyes opened, a grin spreading across his face. Was that an accident?
She shifted again. Hello.
"Are you trying to finish this before we even start?" he growled.
She giggled and turned into him. "I've been awake for a bit. Wondering how long you were going to make me wait."
He waggled his eyebrows and nodded toward the sleeping figure facing them behind her. "Why don't you try that little trick on him, and we'll see what we can do here."
The figure spoke. "What little trick would that be?" said the Doctor, without opening his eyes.
Rose giggled again, her eyes dancing at Jack as she scooted back against the Doctor, her bum moving suggestively up and down the length of him.
The Doctor smiled. "Oh, that little trick," he said. He pushed up and balanced on one hand as he leaned over her, silencing her giggles with a powerful, possessive kiss. He slowly lowered himself back to the bed, encouraging her to follow until she turned to face him. She moaned appreciatively as he wedged a knee in between her legs, propping them open slightly.
Jack moved into Rose's back. He and the Doctor effectively sandwiched her between them, tightly yet comfortably, all three on their sides, Jack and the Doctor facing each other, Rose facing the Doctor.
Jack spoke quietly. "Rose, just listen to me for a minute, okay? There's nothing to be afraid of, but this is going to take some concentration at first, and you have to promise that you'll tell me if anything starts to hurt in a not-good way."
"Okay," she replied.
"Promise?" Jack asked again, this time lifting his head to make eye contact with the Doctor. You have to promise too, because I can't see her face. The Doctor nodded silently.
"I promise," Rose said solemnly.
"Okay. This is all about you, remember, so don't try to force anything. If you want to stop, we stop."
"I'll tell you, I will."
"Good. Now, I don't want to get too technical or anything, but here's what happens with this. We're trying to move in one direction in a place that only knows about moving in the other direction. We're not asking the impossible, but it's going to take some focus on your part. There are two muscles involved, one on the outside and one on the inside. Their contractions are usually involuntary, but you can control them if you try. We're going to start out by having you focus on relaxing them, one at a time, until they get used to what's going on. Does that make sense?"
Rose nodded. "Yes."
"Okay." Jack leaned in and kissed her neck, and she allowed her eyes to drift close. "I know it seems like work, but trust me," he breathed, running his tongue over the top of her ear. "If we take a little time at the beginning, after just a few minutes..." -- a quick bite on her earlobe -- "you can let go, and it'll feel incredible."
He felt her shudder as he trailed kisses along her hairline, then down her spine. His hand came up and continued running along her back, just barely skimming her skin, until he reached the curve of her ass. He dipped his hand lower and was satisfied to find the intended effect -- his fingers, wet with her moisture, trailed slowly and deliberately back and up, smoothing the way to their goal.
* * * * * * *
"God, Rose..." Jack swallowed his words, not wanting to rush her, but feeling himself losing control. Keep it together, you rat bastard, he told himself, steadying his breathing. This is about her, not you.
The head of his cock was just inside her, and he was waiting, letting her get comfortable. They had practiced with one finger, then two, but this was still a major adjustment, even with generous lubrication. He could feel her muscles tightening involuntarily around the intrusion, then slowly relaxing as she inhaled and focused, and it was driving him absolutely mad.
"It's okay," Rose breathed. "Go ahead..." Her eyes were shut tight in concentration as she battled to relax, stay still, and not fall completely into the abyss of sensation that loomed ahead of her.
Jack looked to the Doctor, who nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving Rose's face.
And with that, Jack pushed all the way into her, exhaling a low, guttural moan of unadulterated satisfaction. He held himself there, eyes squeezed shut, revelling in her tight grip, drawing on every ounce of strength he had in him to fight the urge to just... start... fucking her.
Rose had gasped as Jack filled her. "You okay?" the Doctor whispered after a moment, as she breathed hotly through clenched teeth. She nodded and inhaled deeply in an attempt to steady her breathing. She looked up at the Doctor, her eyes blazing, and the corners of her mouth picked up in a sly, sexy smile.
Then, she slowly, very, very slowly, pulled her pelvis forward.
Underneath his lids, Jack's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. He didn't have to start fucking her. She was fucking him.
She continued moving her hips toward the Doctor until she felt the head of Jack's cock just barely inside her, like it was at the beginning, then she pushed back, slowly again, exploring the dizzying sensation. During regular sex, she always felt friction just as Jack or the Doctor was entering her; beyond that, higher up in her body, she only felt fullness, or the absence of it. But now, now she could feel every inch of him, moving in and out of her, and it was extraordinary.
She moved forward again, a little bit faster, then back, pressing her forehead into the Doctor's as she slid back into Jack's body.
Jack groaned and wondered if it was possible for him to chew his lower lip clean off. If there was a medal for self-restraint, he would have won it by light years, but even he had his limits. At first, he had wanted Rose to take her time, to experiment with what she was feeling, but at some point she was going to have to let him go or he thought he might well and truly pass out.
The next time she moved forward, he gripped her waist with one hand, stopping her from moving back. "Rose, I... I have to..." He tried to explain, but coherent language seemed to be beyond his capability at the moment.
"Jack," she whimpered, her breath catching on his name. "Please... I want to feel you..." She leaned her head back and turned, as far as she could manage, to face him, her fogged mind clearing enough to utter two short words...
"Fuck me."
Jack growled into the back of her neck and plunged into her, abandoning any attempt to be gentle or patient. As he worked to establish a steady, pounding rhythm, he thrilled to the sound of her stocatto moans, exhaled in tandem with each thrust of his hips.
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end of part five
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part six
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