Fic: love like a broken bottle
Title: love like a broken bottle
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1,279
Pairing: Billie Piper/David Tennant
Summary: It always was a flimsy wine rack.
A/N: The first RPF I've written in 6 years. And I never realized how many people wanted me to write RPF. Hah.
It's been hours since Laurence went to bed and she and David are still up, scripts forgotten on the coffee table, the shoddy pretext for his coming over at all.
They're drunk off of several glasses of wine and she's laughing at something stupid he said, her head thrown back, her hair spread over the couch cushions.
He lets the sound of her laugh wash over him as his eyes take in the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the hem of her red dress hiked up dangerously close to the tops of her thighs and revealing to him a devastating view of her long legs, tanned and smooth.
His fingers twitch with the desire to touch these landmarks of her body, to revisit those places that he's not seen in what feels like ages, and his hand clenches around his wine glass.
"I've missed you, Bills," he says when her giggles die down.
She takes a breath and looks over at him, favoring him with a smile so sweet that it makes his heart hurt and he finds himself hating all the circumstances that keep them apart.
"I've missed you too, Teninch."
He smiles at the daft nickname and slides forward on the couch, reaching for the wine. He empties the bottle into his glass and settles back against the cushions, considerably closer to her now than he was before.
They're silent now and the air is suddenly thick with the tension of their proximity and his fingers brushing against the skin of her thigh. A breathy sigh escapes her lips as his fingers follow a meandering trail up her leg, closer and closer to the edge of her dress.
"David," she says softly, sitting up and setting her glass down on the coffee table.
"What?" he replies, his eyes on her lips, now much closer to his than previously.
"We can't," she says without much conviction in her voice and her breath is warm on his cheek and his lips brush against hers and she leans into him for a moment before she stands abruptly, grasping the empty wine bottle and heading for the kitchen.
She steps into the relative coolness of the dark pantry and stares at the wine rack standing unsteadily against the wall, wondering if she really ought to get a new bottle and trying to ignore the thoughts racing through her head.
She feels his presence behind her a few moments later and then his fingers on her neck as he pushes her hair to the side. He kisses her shoulder as his hand drifts down to her thigh, slipping beneath her dress and pushing her knickers to the side, two fingers sliding easily inside of her and pressing lightly against her clit. She moans and leans against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her back.
He withdraws his fingers from inside of her and she turns, pushing him back against the wall of the pantry hard enough to make the jars on the on the back set of shelves rattle. Her lips are fiery against his, the taste of her mouth sweet on his tongue, and her hands rise beneath her dress, yanking her knickers off and stepping out of them as he pushes her to the other wall, jars rattling once again.
His fingers fumble with the front of his trousers and she reaches down, slipping one hand down the front of his pants and grasping his length, fingers light and teasing. His trousers drop to his knees and he presses against her, raising her up until he slides easily inside, her legs locking around his waist.
Her mouth falls open as her head drops forward, her hair falling in her face, blonde strands fluttering with every exhalation of breath from her lips. He kisses her jaw as she turns her head to the side, lips drifting down her neck to one exposed breast, teeth nipping at the hard nipple and making her gasp, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
He moves forward slightly, getting as close as he can to her and sliding deeper inside of her and one arm circles around his neck while the other braces against the wall, knocking against the already flimsy wine rack. There's a dull cracking sound and the rack collapses, sending several bottles crashing to the floor and a sickly sweet smell wafting around the small enclosure.
She gasps as the sound of the crashing reverberates through the house and trembling fingers fly to his lips, silencing his groans.
"Shh," she whispers, listening intently. It seems miraculous that there's no sound from Winston's room, the baby monitor in the kitchen silent and unresponsive, but her heart leaps in her chest as she hears the door to her bedroom open and a whispered "shit" escapes her lips. Laurence's feet pad down the stairs and he calls to her.
"Billie? Everything all right?"
"Fine!" she answers, trying to keep a tremor from her voice. "Just this stupid wine rack... bumped into it, knocked it over."
"Do you need any help?"
"No, no," she quickly replies, biting down hard on her lip as David flicks his tongue over her nipple. She grips his hair in her hands and takes a breath. "No, I've got it. Go… go back to bed."
She hears Laurence's grunt of assent, the sound of his feet padding back up the stairs and the click of the bedroom door and she lets out a sigh of relief, glaring down at David. He grins cheekily back up at her and she gently smacks his face.
"It's a bit like fucking in a winery," he whispers and she giggles, gasping in the same breath as he tightens his hold on her and jerks his hips upward.
She holds him tightly as he begins to move faster, thrusting deeper, and her mind flashes to Laurence asleep up in their bedroom, imagines what might've happened if he'd seen the two of them, fucking in the pantry amid shattered wine bottles. Her arm snakes around his neck again as she pulls herself forward, dipping one hand between them and massaging her clit, stoking the orgasm already building inside of her. She cries out his name, her voice muffled against his shoulder, her teeth just scraping his skin as her thighs tighten around his hips. A grunt escapes his lips as he thrusts forward one more time, pressing her to the wall, murmuring her name breathlessly into her hair.
They don't move a moment, even though his legs are trembling and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold her.
When they do step away from the wall, he feels a sense of loss as he pulls out of her and lowers her to the floor, trying to be mindful of the broken wine bottles and her bare feet.
He pulls his pants up, staring at the red splashes near the bottom. She offers to wash them for him and he declines. He offers to help her clean up the mess and she declines.
They stare at one another for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, and then she's walking him to the door, kissing him goodbye and telling him she'll see him soon.
She mops up the wine and sweeps up the glass, throwing it away along with her sodden knickers.
The next time she sees him, on set to film her small scene for his last episode, she tells him she bought a new wine rack, something far sturdier than the previous one.
She invites him over for dinner again and he grins at the gleam in her eye.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1,279
Pairing: Billie Piper/David Tennant
Summary: It always was a flimsy wine rack.
A/N: The first RPF I've written in 6 years. And I never realized how many people wanted me to write RPF. Hah.
It's been hours since Laurence went to bed and she and David are still up, scripts forgotten on the coffee table, the shoddy pretext for his coming over at all.
They're drunk off of several glasses of wine and she's laughing at something stupid he said, her head thrown back, her hair spread over the couch cushions.
He lets the sound of her laugh wash over him as his eyes take in the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the hem of her red dress hiked up dangerously close to the tops of her thighs and revealing to him a devastating view of her long legs, tanned and smooth.
His fingers twitch with the desire to touch these landmarks of her body, to revisit those places that he's not seen in what feels like ages, and his hand clenches around his wine glass.
"I've missed you, Bills," he says when her giggles die down.
She takes a breath and looks over at him, favoring him with a smile so sweet that it makes his heart hurt and he finds himself hating all the circumstances that keep them apart.
"I've missed you too, Teninch."
He smiles at the daft nickname and slides forward on the couch, reaching for the wine. He empties the bottle into his glass and settles back against the cushions, considerably closer to her now than he was before.
They're silent now and the air is suddenly thick with the tension of their proximity and his fingers brushing against the skin of her thigh. A breathy sigh escapes her lips as his fingers follow a meandering trail up her leg, closer and closer to the edge of her dress.
"David," she says softly, sitting up and setting her glass down on the coffee table.
"What?" he replies, his eyes on her lips, now much closer to his than previously.
"We can't," she says without much conviction in her voice and her breath is warm on his cheek and his lips brush against hers and she leans into him for a moment before she stands abruptly, grasping the empty wine bottle and heading for the kitchen.
She steps into the relative coolness of the dark pantry and stares at the wine rack standing unsteadily against the wall, wondering if she really ought to get a new bottle and trying to ignore the thoughts racing through her head.
She feels his presence behind her a few moments later and then his fingers on her neck as he pushes her hair to the side. He kisses her shoulder as his hand drifts down to her thigh, slipping beneath her dress and pushing her knickers to the side, two fingers sliding easily inside of her and pressing lightly against her clit. She moans and leans against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her back.
He withdraws his fingers from inside of her and she turns, pushing him back against the wall of the pantry hard enough to make the jars on the on the back set of shelves rattle. Her lips are fiery against his, the taste of her mouth sweet on his tongue, and her hands rise beneath her dress, yanking her knickers off and stepping out of them as he pushes her to the other wall, jars rattling once again.
His fingers fumble with the front of his trousers and she reaches down, slipping one hand down the front of his pants and grasping his length, fingers light and teasing. His trousers drop to his knees and he presses against her, raising her up until he slides easily inside, her legs locking around his waist.
Her mouth falls open as her head drops forward, her hair falling in her face, blonde strands fluttering with every exhalation of breath from her lips. He kisses her jaw as she turns her head to the side, lips drifting down her neck to one exposed breast, teeth nipping at the hard nipple and making her gasp, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
He moves forward slightly, getting as close as he can to her and sliding deeper inside of her and one arm circles around his neck while the other braces against the wall, knocking against the already flimsy wine rack. There's a dull cracking sound and the rack collapses, sending several bottles crashing to the floor and a sickly sweet smell wafting around the small enclosure.
She gasps as the sound of the crashing reverberates through the house and trembling fingers fly to his lips, silencing his groans.
"Shh," she whispers, listening intently. It seems miraculous that there's no sound from Winston's room, the baby monitor in the kitchen silent and unresponsive, but her heart leaps in her chest as she hears the door to her bedroom open and a whispered "shit" escapes her lips. Laurence's feet pad down the stairs and he calls to her.
"Billie? Everything all right?"
"Fine!" she answers, trying to keep a tremor from her voice. "Just this stupid wine rack... bumped into it, knocked it over."
"Do you need any help?"
"No, no," she quickly replies, biting down hard on her lip as David flicks his tongue over her nipple. She grips his hair in her hands and takes a breath. "No, I've got it. Go… go back to bed."
She hears Laurence's grunt of assent, the sound of his feet padding back up the stairs and the click of the bedroom door and she lets out a sigh of relief, glaring down at David. He grins cheekily back up at her and she gently smacks his face.
"It's a bit like fucking in a winery," he whispers and she giggles, gasping in the same breath as he tightens his hold on her and jerks his hips upward.
She holds him tightly as he begins to move faster, thrusting deeper, and her mind flashes to Laurence asleep up in their bedroom, imagines what might've happened if he'd seen the two of them, fucking in the pantry amid shattered wine bottles. Her arm snakes around his neck again as she pulls herself forward, dipping one hand between them and massaging her clit, stoking the orgasm already building inside of her. She cries out his name, her voice muffled against his shoulder, her teeth just scraping his skin as her thighs tighten around his hips. A grunt escapes his lips as he thrusts forward one more time, pressing her to the wall, murmuring her name breathlessly into her hair.
They don't move a moment, even though his legs are trembling and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold her.
When they do step away from the wall, he feels a sense of loss as he pulls out of her and lowers her to the floor, trying to be mindful of the broken wine bottles and her bare feet.
He pulls his pants up, staring at the red splashes near the bottom. She offers to wash them for him and he declines. He offers to help her clean up the mess and she declines.
They stare at one another for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, and then she's walking him to the door, kissing him goodbye and telling him she'll see him soon.
She mops up the wine and sweeps up the glass, throwing it away along with her sodden knickers.
The next time she sees him, on set to film her small scene for his last episode, she tells him she bought a new wine rack, something far sturdier than the previous one.
She invites him over for dinner again and he grins at the gleam in her eye.