Fic: The Smut We Don't See 7/?
Characters: Nine/Rose
Genre: Humor/Smut
Rating: NC17 for now
A/N: I am REALLY, REALLY sorry about this. It came into my mind earlier, set me giggling, and wont let me go. It's a look at the episodes/stories of season one, and the possible smut opportunities therein. It will be laced with humour, and as the chapters go on; smut. You have been warned. And yes, before you ask, I do have a very warped mind........
Chapter Seven
By the time Rose walked into the Doctor's bedroom, their bedroom, they shared it every night now, she was trembling with anticipation. She looked around her and somehow the room looked different, the bed and all the furniture was the same it just seemed darker perhaps. A shiver ran though her as she approached the bed and began to remove her clothes. She folded them up into a neat pile then placed them on a chair in the corner.
And waited.
A few minutes passed and he still hadn’t come to her. She wandered around the bed and turned the bedding back, smoothing the sheets with shaking hands. The anticipation was almost too much bare. She wanted him to hurry but she guessed that he would keep her waiting and only come to her when he was ready.
So she waited some more.
The room was completely devoid of the usual hum of the TARDIS. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, marking the seconds and minutes as she was forced to wait. She walked over to the dresser and picked up her hair brush and started to tidy her hair. Checking her reflection she noted she was flushed, her skin was almost glowing with the heat that was spreading though her body as she considered what the Doctor had in mind for her.
Still she waited.
She turned around and looked at the bed. It had certainly seen some action over the last few weeks. He was an incredible lover, the Doctor. Rose closed her eyes and pictured some of the things they had been doing. It had all started off with an explosion of lust to which they had both willingly fallen into, but now Rose sensed that things were changing, evolving. It was becoming something so much more than great sex, fantastic sex really; it was growing into something more intensive. Love? She didn't know, she didn't even know if the Doctor was capable of falling in love. She knew she never wanted to be apart from him, that much was a given.
She turned back to the bed and exhaled. She loved the Doctor, she realised that now. He could take her to hell and back and she would be there by his side. But she couldn't help being attracted by the dark side to his nature. It was there, she saw it in his eyes now and again, the way it flared up and how he tried to suppress it. It was there when he mentioned the Time war, and when he had ordered Mickey to launch the missile. It was there when he had ordered her to go to his room.
Suddenly she jumped as she felt cool hands on her shoulders; she had never even heard him walk in the room. He had a talent for that it seemed. He moved so silently around the ship, graceful even though that belied his physical appearance.
She closed her eyes again as she felt the coolness of his hands burn into the skin of her shoulders. He was completely silent. One hand trailed its way along until it reached her neck, there it swept her hair to one side and she felt cool kisses along her jugular. Her pulse quickened under his lips as he traveled up towards her ear. She felt his teeth gently nip her earlobe then she felt his breath, unexplainably hot as he whispered to her;
"Do as I say."
Genre: Humor/Smut
Rating: NC17 for now
A/N: I am REALLY, REALLY sorry about this. It came into my mind earlier, set me giggling, and wont let me go. It's a look at the episodes/stories of season one, and the possible smut opportunities therein. It will be laced with humour, and as the chapters go on; smut. You have been warned. And yes, before you ask, I do have a very warped mind........
Chapter Seven
By the time Rose walked into the Doctor's bedroom, their bedroom, they shared it every night now, she was trembling with anticipation. She looked around her and somehow the room looked different, the bed and all the furniture was the same it just seemed darker perhaps. A shiver ran though her as she approached the bed and began to remove her clothes. She folded them up into a neat pile then placed them on a chair in the corner.
And waited.
A few minutes passed and he still hadn’t come to her. She wandered around the bed and turned the bedding back, smoothing the sheets with shaking hands. The anticipation was almost too much bare. She wanted him to hurry but she guessed that he would keep her waiting and only come to her when he was ready.
So she waited some more.
The room was completely devoid of the usual hum of the TARDIS. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, marking the seconds and minutes as she was forced to wait. She walked over to the dresser and picked up her hair brush and started to tidy her hair. Checking her reflection she noted she was flushed, her skin was almost glowing with the heat that was spreading though her body as she considered what the Doctor had in mind for her.
Still she waited.
She turned around and looked at the bed. It had certainly seen some action over the last few weeks. He was an incredible lover, the Doctor. Rose closed her eyes and pictured some of the things they had been doing. It had all started off with an explosion of lust to which they had both willingly fallen into, but now Rose sensed that things were changing, evolving. It was becoming something so much more than great sex, fantastic sex really; it was growing into something more intensive. Love? She didn't know, she didn't even know if the Doctor was capable of falling in love. She knew she never wanted to be apart from him, that much was a given.
She turned back to the bed and exhaled. She loved the Doctor, she realised that now. He could take her to hell and back and she would be there by his side. But she couldn't help being attracted by the dark side to his nature. It was there, she saw it in his eyes now and again, the way it flared up and how he tried to suppress it. It was there when he mentioned the Time war, and when he had ordered Mickey to launch the missile. It was there when he had ordered her to go to his room.
Suddenly she jumped as she felt cool hands on her shoulders; she had never even heard him walk in the room. He had a talent for that it seemed. He moved so silently around the ship, graceful even though that belied his physical appearance.
She closed her eyes again as she felt the coolness of his hands burn into the skin of her shoulders. He was completely silent. One hand trailed its way along until it reached her neck, there it swept her hair to one side and she felt cool kisses along her jugular. Her pulse quickened under his lips as he traveled up towards her ear. She felt his teeth gently nip her earlobe then she felt his breath, unexplainably hot as he whispered to her;
"Do as I say."