Fic: Golden Goddess - Birthday gift for Jennsthedevil
Title: Golden Goddess
Author: me soniced_up
Words: 746
Rating: R for non-graphic sex
Pairing: Doctor/Rose - can be either Nine or Ten but I wrote it as Nine.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Beta: brilliantomega. I can't believe I forgot to thank you. *iz shamefaced*. Thank you so much. You ROCK!
A/N: This is a birthday gift for partner in crimejennsthedevil. It's not exactly smut, but I hope you like it anyway. I love you so much babe. I’m so glad I met you. I hope you have a wonderful day. *tackleglomps*
Golden Goddess
He watches her with wide-eyed wonder. If he had been asked a short time ago, he would have insisted that wonder no longer existed in his repertoire. Insisted that he had seen it all, done it all, and that nothing affected him anymore. But as she gently undulates beneath him, meeting his slow, languid thrusts with upward thrusts of her own, he marvels at how easily and generously her body accepts him. He is filled with a sense of awe at how readily she opens her mind to him. She is his Golden Goddess. She fills him and surrounds him with her warmth and softness.
He’s told her what making love means to his people. They don’t mate it like humans, well not exactly. It is so much more than a purely physical experience for them; there has to be a mental connection as well. ’I will be in your head,’ he warns, giving her a final out, a last chance to come to her senses and walk away.
Instead she opens herself to him completely: her body, her heart, her mind. His breath is knocked from his lungs as, without batting an eyelash, she manages to do the one thing that no human has ever done before---
She brings a Time Lord to his knees.
So much trust. He doesn’t understand what he’s done to deserve it. She hides nothing from him, letting him sink into her and explore her most secret self. And when he’s only able let her brush his surface in return, she smiles at him with an understanding well beyond her years.
He can’t quite believe how well they fit together. How seamlessly their joining is. A Time Lord and a Human. This shouldn’t be possible. It’s as if she was made just for him --- and maybe she was. Maybe he’s finally paid his penance and now the universe has decided it is time to give something back to him. And maybe, just maybe…
He gasps sharply as an intense wave of pure emotion shoots through him. Trust…Faith…Need…Lust…Love. He looks down at her, meeting her open gaze with his startled one. Her wide, chocolate orbs seem to glow with a golden light and he feels himself sinking deeper into her mind as he sinks deeper into her body. He allows the light to surround him and he is filled with a peace such as he’s never known before. With a sigh of defeat he allows an answering spark to bloom in his own mind and he tentatively pushes it towards her. She smiles beatifically as she recognizes it for what it is. She wraps her mind around the spark, soothing it, stoking it, giving him permission to feel it. He thinks that maybe, oh Rassilon maybe…
He has seen and experienced so much in his long life. He’s seen wonderful things and horrible things, has been the cause of both countless times. He’s killed and he’s saved. He’s grieved and he’s rejoiced. He’s died and he’s been reborn. And yes he’s even loved. Loved with all his hearts and has been loved in return. But in all his travels, in all his time roaming the universe, he has never been able to find that one thing he’s always wanted. Hadn’t even known he wanted it…until now.
He feels her begin to tremble against him. Her hands clutch at him trying to get him to move faster. But he keeps his strokes, slow and measured, knowing he can make her release all the more powerful, if he lets it build slowly.
He is rewarded moments later when she tightens around him and her body goes rigid beneath him. She doesn’t make a sound, but his mind is filled with her impassioned cries as wave after blinding wave flows from her and through him.
He watches his goddess as he continues to move against her. Her head is thrown back, her hair a wild golden halo across his pillow. Her mouth is open and her eyes are squeezed tightly shut. Tears, like iridescent jewels cling to the corners of her eyes. He follows the path of one as it looses its battle against gravity and gracefully glided down her cheek to nestle in the curl of her ear.
Finally it all becomes too much and in that split second before he follows her into the abyss, he thinks that maybe, just maybe… he has finally found…
A home.
Author: me soniced_up
Words: 746
Rating: R for non-graphic sex
Pairing: Doctor/Rose - can be either Nine or Ten but I wrote it as Nine.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Beta: brilliantomega. I can't believe I forgot to thank you. *iz shamefaced*. Thank you so much. You ROCK!
A/N: This is a birthday gift for partner in crimejennsthedevil. It's not exactly smut, but I hope you like it anyway. I love you so much babe. I’m so glad I met you. I hope you have a wonderful day. *tackleglomps*
Golden Goddess
He watches her with wide-eyed wonder. If he had been asked a short time ago, he would have insisted that wonder no longer existed in his repertoire. Insisted that he had seen it all, done it all, and that nothing affected him anymore. But as she gently undulates beneath him, meeting his slow, languid thrusts with upward thrusts of her own, he marvels at how easily and generously her body accepts him. He is filled with a sense of awe at how readily she opens her mind to him. She is his Golden Goddess. She fills him and surrounds him with her warmth and softness.
He’s told her what making love means to his people. They don’t mate it like humans, well not exactly. It is so much more than a purely physical experience for them; there has to be a mental connection as well. ’I will be in your head,’ he warns, giving her a final out, a last chance to come to her senses and walk away.
Instead she opens herself to him completely: her body, her heart, her mind. His breath is knocked from his lungs as, without batting an eyelash, she manages to do the one thing that no human has ever done before---
She brings a Time Lord to his knees.
So much trust. He doesn’t understand what he’s done to deserve it. She hides nothing from him, letting him sink into her and explore her most secret self. And when he’s only able let her brush his surface in return, she smiles at him with an understanding well beyond her years.
He can’t quite believe how well they fit together. How seamlessly their joining is. A Time Lord and a Human. This shouldn’t be possible. It’s as if she was made just for him --- and maybe she was. Maybe he’s finally paid his penance and now the universe has decided it is time to give something back to him. And maybe, just maybe…
He gasps sharply as an intense wave of pure emotion shoots through him. Trust…Faith…Need…Lust…Love. He looks down at her, meeting her open gaze with his startled one. Her wide, chocolate orbs seem to glow with a golden light and he feels himself sinking deeper into her mind as he sinks deeper into her body. He allows the light to surround him and he is filled with a peace such as he’s never known before. With a sigh of defeat he allows an answering spark to bloom in his own mind and he tentatively pushes it towards her. She smiles beatifically as she recognizes it for what it is. She wraps her mind around the spark, soothing it, stoking it, giving him permission to feel it. He thinks that maybe, oh Rassilon maybe…
He has seen and experienced so much in his long life. He’s seen wonderful things and horrible things, has been the cause of both countless times. He’s killed and he’s saved. He’s grieved and he’s rejoiced. He’s died and he’s been reborn. And yes he’s even loved. Loved with all his hearts and has been loved in return. But in all his travels, in all his time roaming the universe, he has never been able to find that one thing he’s always wanted. Hadn’t even known he wanted it…until now.
He feels her begin to tremble against him. Her hands clutch at him trying to get him to move faster. But he keeps his strokes, slow and measured, knowing he can make her release all the more powerful, if he lets it build slowly.
He is rewarded moments later when she tightens around him and her body goes rigid beneath him. She doesn’t make a sound, but his mind is filled with her impassioned cries as wave after blinding wave flows from her and through him.
He watches his goddess as he continues to move against her. Her head is thrown back, her hair a wild golden halo across his pillow. Her mouth is open and her eyes are squeezed tightly shut. Tears, like iridescent jewels cling to the corners of her eyes. He follows the path of one as it looses its battle against gravity and gracefully glided down her cheek to nestle in the curl of her ear.
Finally it all becomes too much and in that split second before he follows her into the abyss, he thinks that maybe, just maybe… he has finally found…
A home.