Fic: Dreamers never lie 4/?
Title: Dreamers Never Lie
Characters: Nine/Rose
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut, PWP
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my soul. That belongs to Christopher Eccleston. Doctor Who on the other hand belongs to the Beeb and O'l Rusty..
Summary: …And then Rose thought her heart was going to stop when she heard the Doctor moan out her name.
A/N: This chapter is unbeta'd so all mistakes; grammar, spelling etc are all mine.
Previous chapters are HERE
Then for the third time that night she acted on impulse, leaned forward and kissed him.
For a second or two the Doctor was taken by surprise. Rose was nothing if not impulsive and her youthful exuberance was one of the things he relished in her. Her seduction was clumsy, rang with inexperience yet still he found himself responding. A tiny part of his mind was trying to tell him to stop, to push her away and that she was too young. Yet right now his senses were telling him that young though she was; Rose was a woman, compatible and so very right. His lips parted willingly and his tongue started to tease Rose's tongue, relishing in the sweetness of her mouth. His hand found its way to her head and buried itself in Rose's hair. His usually sharp as a knife brain seemed to stall and his mind was filled with nothing other than the sensory delight of the young woman kissing him. His body, usually so tightly controlled, began to respond to the stimulation with the telltale signs of maleness.
Rose stood without breaking the kiss and moved around the table. The Doctor automatically reached out and his hands found her waist and he guided her towards him. Pulling her onto his lap he again buried his hands in her hair as she straddled him. The heat from her skin radiated out through her pyjamas. As she lifted her arms to encircle his neck, Rose's pyjama top rose up and exposed the bare skin of her torso. The Doctor's fingers traced slow, lazy circles on her soft supple skin, sliding ever higher until his finger tips touched the swell of her breasts. Gently he caressed them before cupping a hand around each of them, marvelling at the feel of them in his palms.
Rose groaned at the feeling of the Doctor’s hands on her breasts. The Doctor found himself growing harder as she gasped into his mouth. Greedily his hands explored her breasts; kneading them, feeling their texture and weight. His fingers moved to her nipples and began to tease them gently as they began to harden and stand proud under his touch.
Rose wrenched her mouth away from the Doctor’s and drew a ragged breath. Her face was flushed with the blush of arousal, her eyes were dark, heavy lidded and gleamed. Her hair where the Doctor had buried his hands was now tussled and messy. To the Doctor she had never looked more beautiful in all the time he had known her.
The Doctor cupped Rose’s face with his hands. “Can I make love to you?”
Rose smiled and covered the Doctor’s hands with her own. “I thought you would never ask.” She said lifting herself from the Doctor’s lap and standing.
Rose held out her hand and the Doctor took it, pausing for a second he pulled her close and asked,
“Are you sure?” The look on his face was earnest and more than a little anxious.
“I’m sure, and I’m ready. I want you and its not just sex. I want all of you, and I want this.”
“Come with me.”
Holding her hand the Doctor led Rose from the room. Slowly they made their way through the winding corridors of the TARDIS. Rose wasn’t sure if they were headed for her room or his; not that it mattered. Neither of them spoke, neither felt that there was anything more to say. Instead now and again one would look at the other and smile, then squeeze the other’s hand.
Finally they came to the sleeping quarters of the ship. Rose stop in front of her door and placed her hand on it then looked questioningly at the Doctor. The Doctor shook his head and turned to his door, pushing it open.
“Come with me” he said again, repeating what he had said in the galley. Taking Rose’s hand once more he led her into his room and closed the door.