Fic: Until They Are One
Title: Until They Are One
Author: On Teaspoon: Timeweaver, on lj: spellweaver731 - My Fan Fiction Master List
Rating: Adult
Beta: No point, so short.
Characters/Pairing: Rose, The Doctor, Rose/Doctor
Genre: Smut, Ficlet, PWP
Spoilers: None
Summary: The drum beat pounds in her blood, subverting and subsuming the rhythm of her heart until they are one.
Author's Notes: Writen for a prompt by spellweaver731 in the 'Jiggery Pokery'...is love, ficathon.
Prompt: And when you lick the sweat along my thigh,
Dearest, we renew the gift of tongues.
Michael Donaghy "Pentecost"
Disclaimer: The Doctor, Rose, The TARDIS and all other Doctor Who characters, settings and artifacts belong to the BBC or so I am told.
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The drum beat pounds in her blood, subverting and subsuming the rhythm of her heart until they are one.
Hands slide up her sides, artists hands, mechanics hands, inconsistent and clever hands.
Her body withers to the primal beat, his moves with her, matching, coalescing. Eyes closed, hip to hip.
The drum beats on.
She's hovering above it all, she's never been more grounded. Fingers intertwine, nails scrape across palms. Slick thighs rub together, desperate for friction.
Cool lips soothe the heat at her neck, his tongue strikes at her throbbing pulse, in time to the music, in time to the thrum of life within her. She wants more and more.
His hands grip her flesh. He pulls her away from the crowd of surging bodies and into a secluded nook. His eyes smolder, no words are needed. Fabric slides and peels away.
He tastes divine, he tastes like music. Primal and forbidden. He tastes like Time. She can not get enough, her lips latch on to his. She wants to drink him down. Her tongue catches ever drop of him she can reach.
She's floating on ecstasy, she's pinned to the wall. Bodies intertwine, teeth scrape across flesh. Thighs are parted, he can't help but taste her, all of her.
The drum beats on.
Her body withers to this older, more primordial beat, his moves with her, against her, through her, merging. Eyes open, thighs cradling hips.
She runs slick hands down his back, hot hands, human hot.
Three hearts, syncopation. A new and aching rhythm, ever changing. Beating together until they are one.