Fic: Control Freakery
Title: Control Freakery
Characters: Nine/Rose
Genre: PWP; that is Porn withOUT plot
Rating: Adult. Seriously.
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from Christopher Eccleston. However seeing as my version is 6 inches tall and made of plastic.....
Summary: He shudders involuntarily as the simple act of her exhaling onto his ear excites the nerve endings in his skin...
A/N: For all you Nine lovers out there....
Beta: The lovely lillibetm3
He wonders if this is how insanity begins. The last vestiges of his mind are slowly fragmenting, giving way to nonsensical thoughts and emotions. Synaptic connections spark and fire in his brain, setting light to the pleasure centre in an explosion of light, sensory overload and almost snapping his usual tight control like an over stretched rubber band.
A single, rational thought enters his mind; if so, than it’s a good way to go.
She has told him not to move, to lie still and just experience. The blindfold is fastened loosely; just enough to block out his sight. She didn’t restrain his arms, just lifted them above his head and told him to keep them there. Of course he could stop her, if he wanted; she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. But he gives in, allows her think she is the one with the control and just lies back with a wry smile on his face.
Until….
He feels her warm breath at his ear, and his smile slips away as he senses the shift of power between them. Suddenly every one of his twenty seven senses is acutely aware and hyper sensitised. She breathes out slowly, just millimetres from his ear and goose pimples rise all over his skin. Though he cannot see her, he breathes in the sweet honey scent of her skin as he hears her pulse thundering through her veins. With his tongue he can taste the molecules of pheromones released by her body and his mind can not only see and feel her arousal but also sense her feeling of control.
He shudders involuntarily as the simple act of her exhaling onto his ear excites the nerve endings in his skin. It sends a rush of information into his brain as his body compensates for the loss of one sense. He slows it down, forcing his brain to experience every single nerve impulse, exploring it, relishing it and that alone almost makes him come undone.
Her tongue flicks out like a snake’s and fleetingly makes contact with the shell of his ear. He can't help but groan and gasp as his brain detects the warm, wetness of her mouth and skilled dart of her tongue against his skin. She sees his reaction and breathes out a slow, drawn out gasp herself. This sends new information to his brain as the coolness of her breath chills the wetness where her tongue has just caressed.
She adjusts slightly. He picks up on the rustle of the sheets, her weight dipping the mattress of the bed and the feeling of her body as it brushes against his. Her skin, his body learns, is smoothly soft, slightly damp and of a higher temperature than normal. All are telltale signs of her heightened state of arousal. Yet she allows him hardly a moment to revel in that realisation before she moves again.
Then she is straddling him and he can feel the tickle of her soft curls against his stomach and the slick wetness beneath which leads to an even more increased heat at the centre of her womanhood. He hears a groan slip from her mouth and feels her hand touching his belly, curling her fingers through his own smattering of dark hair that merges with hers. The fingers move then return, sliding back up his body and he feels that they are soaked with her juices.
As her hand trails up his body his nostrils flare and his teeth clench as he begins to pick of the aroma of her heat. She traces her fingers around his lips, coating them with her wetness and he fights down the urge to open his mouth and taste them. The scent of intimate pheromones is overwhelming, and then she pushes a finger into his mouth, silently demanding that he taste her, and a frenzy of synapses erupt in his mind almost drowning him in pleasure.
His penis hardens further with the increased sensory input from his mouth. Nestled between her thighs it is soaked already with her juices and he fights down the urge to buck his hips knowing that if he does, it will slide home into the hot, wet slickness of her body. He feels his penis pulse with the increased blood flow and knows that she too can feel the increase in hardness and he senses with his mind’s eye the thrill flowing through her as she does.
She moves and her hair dances on his skin as she lowers her upper body down to his and tension coils within him. Then he feels her lips on the pulse point of his throat. He swallows involuntarily as her tongue darts out and licks where the tendons in his neck stand proud as he strains to keep himself in check. He wants to kiss her, tear the blindfold off and pull her into an embrace, flipping her over so he can cover her with his body. He wants to slide home and fuck her harder than she has ever been fucked before.
Somehow he fights down the insistence of his body, and allows her to continue. She nips gently at his throat with her teeth, then licks and sucks the sensitive skin there. He knows she is marking him as her own but he doesn’t care. He knows by the time this night is over, she will display marks of her own like badges of honour, labelling herself as his and his alone.
He feels her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard like tiny pebbles against his skin. He picks up the heat radiating from her face, neck and chest and knows she will be flushed with the heat of arousal. Again he fights the urge to tear off the blindfold. He loves to see her like this, all flushed with red swollen lips and eyes dark with desire. He finds her glorious when she rides him, her head thrown back, blonde hair strewn messily over her face, drenched in sweat and almost crying in ecstasy.
Her fingers find his closely cropped hair as her tongue laves a trail around his throat. One hand moves to the back of his neck and he lifts his head momentarily to allow her. Gently she caresses his neck and shoulders, while the other hand strokes his hair. Her tongue mimics the movements as she makes her way to his other ear. Then she sucks his ear lobe into her mouth and unable to stop himself he bucks with the sudden thrill that shoots through him. He feels her break into a grin at his reaction. She knows his ears are a weak spot.
Gradually she makes her way down his body. As she reaches his chest she peppers kisses, licks and tiny bites down his side all along his ribcage. His skin suddenly feels hyper aware and the sensory input increases. He is desperate to bring down his arms and touch her but she hasn’t indicated to him to allow that. She trusts him implicitly and knows that he won’t move, no matter how difficult it gets for him, until she says he can.
But it is torture, beautiful, exquisite torture and it is now that he considers whether he really will go insane from it. But then he realises that he doesn’t care, just as long as Rose continues to do what she has been doing.
She uses the tip of her tongue to tease one of his nipples. It hardens immediately, its peak rising up as she exhales a breath against it. The sparse smattering of hairs that surround it rise up and she snickers slightly, giving the nipple a gentle bite that jolts him. Then she grips the hairs between her teeth and tugs a little. He bucks again and a moan escapes his lips.
Rose sits up slightly and studies his face. A slight sheen of sweat has broken out over his top lip and his face is contorted with the effort of keeping himself under control. His hands grip the rails of the bed head tightly, his knuckles white from the effort. She loves to see him like this, fighting to keep some control while wanting to surrender to the ecstasy. The sight of such a strong and usually reserved man in such a state is intensely erotic and sends thrills through her as she pictures the internal fight in his mind as he struggles to remain motionless.
She crawls back down his body, rolling her hips as she moves and grinding down on his manhood. He tenses; the muscles in his arms are tight and lean. His skin glistens now as the low light of a lamp casts across his fevered skin. His breathing is heavy and Rose knows that if she removed the blindfold, the pupils of his eyes would be huge, dark and burning with desire. But it is not yet time for that.
She trails her tongue down his chest to his firm stomach. The trail of hair broadens and grows thicker the further down she travels, becoming darker as it reaches his groin. She loves how he looks naked, the hard, firm lines of his body. She loves how it moulds to hers and fits as though he were made just for her. She stokes his hips, carefully tracing her finger down until she reaches his groin, watching him twitch as his over sensitised skin causes him to jump under her touch.
She moves to climb off his legs and kneels down in between them, spreading them slightly. Then she brings her mouth to lean thighs, tasting, licking and kissing her way up slowly. His sweat tingles on her tongue, strangely different from what she has ever known before. When aroused like this he tastes sweet and a little spicy with the pheromones he is dumping on his skin. It heightens her own arousal, at first she thought she imagined it, but his skin when aroused is an aphrodisiac and when she tastes him, it drives her wild with desire.
He can’t help himself and his heels dig into the bed as his body tenses up in anticipation of what he knows she will do soon. He wants her to do away with the preamble and start right now, but he knows that by taking the leisurely approach he will enjoy what she does more. Still the waiting, the anticipation, the ever-increasing amount of arousal and sensitivity are driving him to insanity.
As she reaches the top of his thighs he tenses once more. He can feel her breath against his balls and they tighten. Her nose nuzzles them but she keeps her mouth away, instead moving to the other leg and licking slowly up his groin. His penis twitches and he lets out an audible groan. Even though he cannot see her, he knows she is smiling and her eyes will be twinkling. She loves to tease him, it is usually he who is control in their lovemaking so right now, she is making the most of the opportunity she has.
Finally her tongue flicks out and gently laves at his balls. Then incredibly slowly, eeking out each moment to tease him more, she trails her tongue up his penis from hilt to the head. A strangled sob escapes his lips as her tongue comes in contact with his manhood. Reaching the end she trails her tongue around the head then licks the bead of pre-cum that has oozed from the slit. The sensation of her tongue on the most sensitive part of his penis almost breaks his control.
Then she takes him in her mouth and he almost rockets off the bed. Her mouth is hot and wet and she swallows him down as far as she can. No mean feat, his girth is greater than any man she has been with before and he takes more than a little male pride in that. She begins to work him in earnest. With one hand she gently rolls his balls in the palm of her hand, massaging them. Her other is gripping the base of his penis while her mouth envelops the rest. She moves her hand in time with the suction of her mouth, sucking hard on the way down, then releasing and allowing him to slide out of her mouth.
It’s becoming too much and he knows that he isn’t going to last much longer. He feels his balls tighten some more and his penis hardens. She knows, she can sense it and she sucks a little harder, a little faster, just to push him a little closer to the edge. Then just as the first sparkles of orgasm begin to build she pulls away and releases him. He chokes out a half sob and groan as the cool air hits his penis and the sensation of imminent release dies away.
Then suddenly she pulls away the blindfold. He blinks as his vision clears and then looks at her. She looks wonderful, all flushed and wanton; her lips free of makeup are blood red and swollen. He wants to take her then and there but he forces himself to wait and see what she wants. Sometimes she just wants him to watch her as she takes him in her mouth and brings him to orgasm that way. Other times she wants him to watch while she rides him, grinding her pelvis into his trying to get him ever deeper inside her.
Tonight she does neither. She leans over him and takes his hands off the bars of the bed head. He realises, belatedly, that all this time he has kept his hands there as she requested. He could have moved if he had wanted to, refusing her the control that she wanted - taking his place as the dominant partner. As she pulls his hands away she whispers in his ear. Two words that suddenly spring him into action.
“Fuck me.”
In a single fluid movement he puts his arms around her, pulls her up and flips them over so he is now covering her. She spreads her legs over his thighs opening herself to him and he is engulfed suddenly with the force of her intimate pheromones. They overpower his senses and he gasps with the intensity of it.
Lifting her knees over his elbows he lines himself up and enters her in one smooth moment. Both of them inhale sharply at the sensations and he pauses for a second just bathing in the wonderment of the feelings. She is so hot inside, tight and soaking wet too. Then he begins to slide in and out of her, beginning with a slow steady pace that gradually escalates as their joint pleasure increases.
He knows she is close, he can feel the increased blood flow to her sex. She is panting; the flush of arousal has spread all over her chest, throat and face. He isn’t so far behind himself. Usually he can last a good while, much longer than she has ever known before, but tonight she has pushed him right to the very edge and his body is seeking completion of its own accord.
He wants to be deeper inside her, it feels so good and he wants more of it so he lifts her legs higher and rests her ankles on his shoulders. Pushing over her he deepens the angle of his thrusts, pushing her thighs upwards towards her belly.
This increased depth pushes her over the edge and her body begins to tremble, and then twitch before the full force of her orgasm hits her like a speeding train and she is crying out as her womb spasms and her cervix dips. As she climaxes her fingernails dig into his shoulders and suddenly he is almost there too. His thrusts become more forceful, more erratic as it builds up and then suddenly he is there, he is falling headlong into a maelstrom of emotion, pleasure and sensation, climaxing as his seed fills her.
*****
She is curled up against his side, with one leg strewn across his thighs. He has one arm around her shoulders and she nestles there, held closely to his body. Both of them are basking in the afterglow, not speaking, each just enjoying and relishing the moment.
He notices she is dozing a little, her breathing even and calm. Though wide-awake, he feels the same and marvels in the peace he feels whenever they have made love. As ever his thoughts turn to her and wonders at the miracle of the love that he feels for this woman. As ever he wonders if he deserves this, or her, or even if it is right. But he knows that he won’t ever turn her away.
He wants to do something, take her somewhere that she will love. Somewhere she can relax and have some downtime. He thinks for a moment and then comes up with an idea;
Kyoto. She’ll love the hot springs. Springtime maybe, when the Cherry Blossom is in bloom. She can relax and I could visit Enryaku-ji monastery, been a while since I’ve been there. Do us both good I reckon. Fourteenth century Japan it is then. Jack will find something to do no doubt, probably in the city, as long as the lad keeps out of trouble.
He thinks about Rose dressed in period Japanese costume, and remembers the Kimono he has in the wardrobe room. It was given to Romana as gift the last time he was in Japan. Never worn, it has languished there ever since. He decides that Rose will look beautiful in it and resolves to show her. He thinks how much more he will enjoy taking it off her, removing each layer slowly and lengthening the moment. Maybe he will tease her later, as she has teased him.
He looks at her now and she is sleeping soundly and he decides to give her a few hours. Kyoto will wait a while; after all they have all the time in the universe.
Characters: Nine/Rose
Genre: PWP; that is Porn withOUT plot
Rating: Adult. Seriously.
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from Christopher Eccleston. However seeing as my version is 6 inches tall and made of plastic.....
Summary: He shudders involuntarily as the simple act of her exhaling onto his ear excites the nerve endings in his skin...
A/N: For all you Nine lovers out there....
Beta: The lovely lillibetm3
He wonders if this is how insanity begins. The last vestiges of his mind are slowly fragmenting, giving way to nonsensical thoughts and emotions. Synaptic connections spark and fire in his brain, setting light to the pleasure centre in an explosion of light, sensory overload and almost snapping his usual tight control like an over stretched rubber band.
A single, rational thought enters his mind; if so, than it’s a good way to go.
She has told him not to move, to lie still and just experience. The blindfold is fastened loosely; just enough to block out his sight. She didn’t restrain his arms, just lifted them above his head and told him to keep them there. Of course he could stop her, if he wanted; she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. But he gives in, allows her think she is the one with the control and just lies back with a wry smile on his face.
Until….
He feels her warm breath at his ear, and his smile slips away as he senses the shift of power between them. Suddenly every one of his twenty seven senses is acutely aware and hyper sensitised. She breathes out slowly, just millimetres from his ear and goose pimples rise all over his skin. Though he cannot see her, he breathes in the sweet honey scent of her skin as he hears her pulse thundering through her veins. With his tongue he can taste the molecules of pheromones released by her body and his mind can not only see and feel her arousal but also sense her feeling of control.
He shudders involuntarily as the simple act of her exhaling onto his ear excites the nerve endings in his skin. It sends a rush of information into his brain as his body compensates for the loss of one sense. He slows it down, forcing his brain to experience every single nerve impulse, exploring it, relishing it and that alone almost makes him come undone.
Her tongue flicks out like a snake’s and fleetingly makes contact with the shell of his ear. He can't help but groan and gasp as his brain detects the warm, wetness of her mouth and skilled dart of her tongue against his skin. She sees his reaction and breathes out a slow, drawn out gasp herself. This sends new information to his brain as the coolness of her breath chills the wetness where her tongue has just caressed.
She adjusts slightly. He picks up on the rustle of the sheets, her weight dipping the mattress of the bed and the feeling of her body as it brushes against his. Her skin, his body learns, is smoothly soft, slightly damp and of a higher temperature than normal. All are telltale signs of her heightened state of arousal. Yet she allows him hardly a moment to revel in that realisation before she moves again.
Then she is straddling him and he can feel the tickle of her soft curls against his stomach and the slick wetness beneath which leads to an even more increased heat at the centre of her womanhood. He hears a groan slip from her mouth and feels her hand touching his belly, curling her fingers through his own smattering of dark hair that merges with hers. The fingers move then return, sliding back up his body and he feels that they are soaked with her juices.
As her hand trails up his body his nostrils flare and his teeth clench as he begins to pick of the aroma of her heat. She traces her fingers around his lips, coating them with her wetness and he fights down the urge to open his mouth and taste them. The scent of intimate pheromones is overwhelming, and then she pushes a finger into his mouth, silently demanding that he taste her, and a frenzy of synapses erupt in his mind almost drowning him in pleasure.
His penis hardens further with the increased sensory input from his mouth. Nestled between her thighs it is soaked already with her juices and he fights down the urge to buck his hips knowing that if he does, it will slide home into the hot, wet slickness of her body. He feels his penis pulse with the increased blood flow and knows that she too can feel the increase in hardness and he senses with his mind’s eye the thrill flowing through her as she does.
She moves and her hair dances on his skin as she lowers her upper body down to his and tension coils within him. Then he feels her lips on the pulse point of his throat. He swallows involuntarily as her tongue darts out and licks where the tendons in his neck stand proud as he strains to keep himself in check. He wants to kiss her, tear the blindfold off and pull her into an embrace, flipping her over so he can cover her with his body. He wants to slide home and fuck her harder than she has ever been fucked before.
Somehow he fights down the insistence of his body, and allows her to continue. She nips gently at his throat with her teeth, then licks and sucks the sensitive skin there. He knows she is marking him as her own but he doesn’t care. He knows by the time this night is over, she will display marks of her own like badges of honour, labelling herself as his and his alone.
He feels her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard like tiny pebbles against his skin. He picks up the heat radiating from her face, neck and chest and knows she will be flushed with the heat of arousal. Again he fights the urge to tear off the blindfold. He loves to see her like this, all flushed with red swollen lips and eyes dark with desire. He finds her glorious when she rides him, her head thrown back, blonde hair strewn messily over her face, drenched in sweat and almost crying in ecstasy.
Her fingers find his closely cropped hair as her tongue laves a trail around his throat. One hand moves to the back of his neck and he lifts his head momentarily to allow her. Gently she caresses his neck and shoulders, while the other hand strokes his hair. Her tongue mimics the movements as she makes her way to his other ear. Then she sucks his ear lobe into her mouth and unable to stop himself he bucks with the sudden thrill that shoots through him. He feels her break into a grin at his reaction. She knows his ears are a weak spot.
Gradually she makes her way down his body. As she reaches his chest she peppers kisses, licks and tiny bites down his side all along his ribcage. His skin suddenly feels hyper aware and the sensory input increases. He is desperate to bring down his arms and touch her but she hasn’t indicated to him to allow that. She trusts him implicitly and knows that he won’t move, no matter how difficult it gets for him, until she says he can.
But it is torture, beautiful, exquisite torture and it is now that he considers whether he really will go insane from it. But then he realises that he doesn’t care, just as long as Rose continues to do what she has been doing.
She uses the tip of her tongue to tease one of his nipples. It hardens immediately, its peak rising up as she exhales a breath against it. The sparse smattering of hairs that surround it rise up and she snickers slightly, giving the nipple a gentle bite that jolts him. Then she grips the hairs between her teeth and tugs a little. He bucks again and a moan escapes his lips.
Rose sits up slightly and studies his face. A slight sheen of sweat has broken out over his top lip and his face is contorted with the effort of keeping himself under control. His hands grip the rails of the bed head tightly, his knuckles white from the effort. She loves to see him like this, fighting to keep some control while wanting to surrender to the ecstasy. The sight of such a strong and usually reserved man in such a state is intensely erotic and sends thrills through her as she pictures the internal fight in his mind as he struggles to remain motionless.
She crawls back down his body, rolling her hips as she moves and grinding down on his manhood. He tenses; the muscles in his arms are tight and lean. His skin glistens now as the low light of a lamp casts across his fevered skin. His breathing is heavy and Rose knows that if she removed the blindfold, the pupils of his eyes would be huge, dark and burning with desire. But it is not yet time for that.
She trails her tongue down his chest to his firm stomach. The trail of hair broadens and grows thicker the further down she travels, becoming darker as it reaches his groin. She loves how he looks naked, the hard, firm lines of his body. She loves how it moulds to hers and fits as though he were made just for her. She stokes his hips, carefully tracing her finger down until she reaches his groin, watching him twitch as his over sensitised skin causes him to jump under her touch.
She moves to climb off his legs and kneels down in between them, spreading them slightly. Then she brings her mouth to lean thighs, tasting, licking and kissing her way up slowly. His sweat tingles on her tongue, strangely different from what she has ever known before. When aroused like this he tastes sweet and a little spicy with the pheromones he is dumping on his skin. It heightens her own arousal, at first she thought she imagined it, but his skin when aroused is an aphrodisiac and when she tastes him, it drives her wild with desire.
He can’t help himself and his heels dig into the bed as his body tenses up in anticipation of what he knows she will do soon. He wants her to do away with the preamble and start right now, but he knows that by taking the leisurely approach he will enjoy what she does more. Still the waiting, the anticipation, the ever-increasing amount of arousal and sensitivity are driving him to insanity.
As she reaches the top of his thighs he tenses once more. He can feel her breath against his balls and they tighten. Her nose nuzzles them but she keeps her mouth away, instead moving to the other leg and licking slowly up his groin. His penis twitches and he lets out an audible groan. Even though he cannot see her, he knows she is smiling and her eyes will be twinkling. She loves to tease him, it is usually he who is control in their lovemaking so right now, she is making the most of the opportunity she has.
Finally her tongue flicks out and gently laves at his balls. Then incredibly slowly, eeking out each moment to tease him more, she trails her tongue up his penis from hilt to the head. A strangled sob escapes his lips as her tongue comes in contact with his manhood. Reaching the end she trails her tongue around the head then licks the bead of pre-cum that has oozed from the slit. The sensation of her tongue on the most sensitive part of his penis almost breaks his control.
Then she takes him in her mouth and he almost rockets off the bed. Her mouth is hot and wet and she swallows him down as far as she can. No mean feat, his girth is greater than any man she has been with before and he takes more than a little male pride in that. She begins to work him in earnest. With one hand she gently rolls his balls in the palm of her hand, massaging them. Her other is gripping the base of his penis while her mouth envelops the rest. She moves her hand in time with the suction of her mouth, sucking hard on the way down, then releasing and allowing him to slide out of her mouth.
It’s becoming too much and he knows that he isn’t going to last much longer. He feels his balls tighten some more and his penis hardens. She knows, she can sense it and she sucks a little harder, a little faster, just to push him a little closer to the edge. Then just as the first sparkles of orgasm begin to build she pulls away and releases him. He chokes out a half sob and groan as the cool air hits his penis and the sensation of imminent release dies away.
Then suddenly she pulls away the blindfold. He blinks as his vision clears and then looks at her. She looks wonderful, all flushed and wanton; her lips free of makeup are blood red and swollen. He wants to take her then and there but he forces himself to wait and see what she wants. Sometimes she just wants him to watch her as she takes him in her mouth and brings him to orgasm that way. Other times she wants him to watch while she rides him, grinding her pelvis into his trying to get him ever deeper inside her.
Tonight she does neither. She leans over him and takes his hands off the bars of the bed head. He realises, belatedly, that all this time he has kept his hands there as she requested. He could have moved if he had wanted to, refusing her the control that she wanted - taking his place as the dominant partner. As she pulls his hands away she whispers in his ear. Two words that suddenly spring him into action.
“Fuck me.”
In a single fluid movement he puts his arms around her, pulls her up and flips them over so he is now covering her. She spreads her legs over his thighs opening herself to him and he is engulfed suddenly with the force of her intimate pheromones. They overpower his senses and he gasps with the intensity of it.
Lifting her knees over his elbows he lines himself up and enters her in one smooth moment. Both of them inhale sharply at the sensations and he pauses for a second just bathing in the wonderment of the feelings. She is so hot inside, tight and soaking wet too. Then he begins to slide in and out of her, beginning with a slow steady pace that gradually escalates as their joint pleasure increases.
He knows she is close, he can feel the increased blood flow to her sex. She is panting; the flush of arousal has spread all over her chest, throat and face. He isn’t so far behind himself. Usually he can last a good while, much longer than she has ever known before, but tonight she has pushed him right to the very edge and his body is seeking completion of its own accord.
He wants to be deeper inside her, it feels so good and he wants more of it so he lifts her legs higher and rests her ankles on his shoulders. Pushing over her he deepens the angle of his thrusts, pushing her thighs upwards towards her belly.
This increased depth pushes her over the edge and her body begins to tremble, and then twitch before the full force of her orgasm hits her like a speeding train and she is crying out as her womb spasms and her cervix dips. As she climaxes her fingernails dig into his shoulders and suddenly he is almost there too. His thrusts become more forceful, more erratic as it builds up and then suddenly he is there, he is falling headlong into a maelstrom of emotion, pleasure and sensation, climaxing as his seed fills her.
*****
She is curled up against his side, with one leg strewn across his thighs. He has one arm around her shoulders and she nestles there, held closely to his body. Both of them are basking in the afterglow, not speaking, each just enjoying and relishing the moment.
He notices she is dozing a little, her breathing even and calm. Though wide-awake, he feels the same and marvels in the peace he feels whenever they have made love. As ever his thoughts turn to her and wonders at the miracle of the love that he feels for this woman. As ever he wonders if he deserves this, or her, or even if it is right. But he knows that he won’t ever turn her away.
He wants to do something, take her somewhere that she will love. Somewhere she can relax and have some downtime. He thinks for a moment and then comes up with an idea;
Kyoto. She’ll love the hot springs. Springtime maybe, when the Cherry Blossom is in bloom. She can relax and I could visit Enryaku-ji monastery, been a while since I’ve been there. Do us both good I reckon. Fourteenth century Japan it is then. Jack will find something to do no doubt, probably in the city, as long as the lad keeps out of trouble.
He thinks about Rose dressed in period Japanese costume, and remembers the Kimono he has in the wardrobe room. It was given to Romana as gift the last time he was in Japan. Never worn, it has languished there ever since. He decides that Rose will look beautiful in it and resolves to show her. He thinks how much more he will enjoy taking it off her, removing each layer slowly and lengthening the moment. Maybe he will tease her later, as she has teased him.
He looks at her now and she is sleeping soundly and he decides to give her a few hours. Kyoto will wait a while; after all they have all the time in the universe.