Butters Many Parsnips - a Billie Piper ficathon
Listening to the dulcet tones of Taylor Swift for half an hour while being on hold with my doctors office has given me the need to post this now. Also MY BIRTHDAY IS THIS WEEK, so what better way to celebrate?!
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The reflection of her face struggles to stare back at her through the thick layer of dust on her bedroom mirror. She hasn't seen herself in it since the last time she was home, and after everything, gold light and her heart beating a million miles an hour and the phantom breeze against her lips, Rose thinks it's been about a hundred years since she really looked at herself. She uses the side of her hand to wipe away the soft dirt and cleans it off on the thigh of her jeans. She sighs, sitting at the bottom of her bed and waiting for the mattress to quit bouncing beneath her weight as she studies the face in the mirror. A year, probably. Maybe more. She tilts her head and the girl in the mirror mimics her. She looks like Rose Tyler, Henrik's shopgirl who lives at the estate with her mum. Who goes out every other weekend with her boyfriend and maybe lets him up her shirt on a good night, but mostly lets him down a pint or two and walk her home with a wet, smelly kiss on the cheek as a goodnight.
But her heart's changed. And so has he.
The old scissors squeak as she uses her thumb and forefinger to spread the shears. She'll chicken out if she waits 'til she gets to the salon.
The light blonde locks hit her bedspread as she cuts, and out in the living room he laughs, the sound in his chest a little higher than before.
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He catches her downstairs, literally. She's making her way down the pavement when she's tugged backwards by the arm.
"Hey!"
Rose laughs nervously, looking backwards into the Doctor's face. The Doctor's face. It is, though.
"Hey, I'll be right back. Just um, getting something before --"
"What's this?" He lets her turn as he pulls at the knit hat on her head. She means to get away but he's still got a hold of it and it comes off, revealing her chopped, uneven bob.
Rose ducks her head sheepishly, blushing behind the freed strands of her hair and yanks the hat away from the Doctor, hoping he doesn't think she's mad at him. She's not quite sure he'll react the same to her rough play. "I was just going to get it styled, wanted it to be a surprise."
There's nothing and everything in his eyes as he looks down at her, these new dark brown orbs too new to read. There's something almost scary about the way he looks at her now. Like someone she doesn't know but somehow knows everything there is to know about her.
He reaches up and lets a lock of her hair slide between two fingers. He looks at it as if it's something he's never seen before. Then his hand slides to the back of her neck and she gasps, at that and at the sudden hardness of the brick wall of her building at her back. It's cold, and the clouds of their breath mix together between their mouths which are now mere inches apart. His nails scrape at the nape of her neck and his fingers are cold, too. Soft and cold and hard all at once, Rose stares at this man who's never touched her like this before and at the same time, touched her everywhere too many times to count.
"A change, huh?" His breath ghosts over her face in another cloud, and Rose nods, ready to answer. But then there's his mouth, chilly and wet and demanding on hers, lips moving hard and hard, he's hard at her stomach. Rose moans, letting his tongue taste hers and feels her heart beat quicken at once because of him and because she feels like she's doing something wrong, the memory of leather and blue eyes still fresh at the forefront of her mind.
His fingers fist and pull a little at the hair on the back of her head and she can't help it, he's just so out of control and he kisses so fucking well she pulls him closer. Cold fingers wrapped around his tie and a softer than hard bite at his bottom lip and there's nothing to prepare her for the groan he makes against her mouth, deep in his chest, so loud she can feel it and it makes her wet. Makes her stomach jump and her breath come faster and makes her kiss him deep, like she wants to taste him from the inside out. Makes her bite his lip again. Harder.
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"My whole body is singing, it's burning. My skin is just, it's on fire and it's itchy and it's just, just, just, you. It's you, with your soft hair and your lips and your, your biting me and you little bloody tease, just."
She gasps, he's molded his body to hers and he's harder than before and he presses, just there, with her leg open and --
"Tell me."
He meets her eye, teeth gritted together and he curls his hands into fists against the wall on either side of her head.
"It's everything at once, Rose. I want to hold your hand, and then I want to suck your fingers and feel them inside my mouth and taste, taste the salt from your skin and follow it with my tongue and your skin. I remember those freckles on your thigh and I want to bite them, and make you moan and pant and beg me to lick you and suck you right there." Another press and they both groan, this time. "God, I can remember. How you taste so sweet and thick right before you come and your nails scraping at my scalp, pulling at my hair, and I want to pull your hair and push open your legs and wrap them around my waist and feel you, feel you Rose just, just, against me. Sweaty and skin, your skin just bare and pressed to me and I want to fuck you hard. I want to fuck you so hard I can't think about anything else. I, I, I, just, Rose, you, so wet around me and I know, I know, I'm scaring you but--"
She's kissing him then, panting hot and cold between their mouths and she's so turned on her eyes are watering and she can feel her knickers soaked beneath her jeans and he breathes her in, she swears it. She kisses her way across his jaw, down his neck and up again to his ear and she bites, and he swears, picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist and they move, just so and it's not enough but it's close. "Tell me." Whimpers against his ear, squeezes her legs around him even tighter.
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But he hadn't changed, not really. His laugh was lighter and his frame was thinner and his eyes were darker but he was still the same man who'd watched the world explode into a million pieces and then taken her out for chips after. Who'd let her save her father and let her pretend she didn't want him and bring daft blokes on board and who'd kissed her and touched her, who'd made her come and who'd died for her. She's the one who's changed. Since the moment he took her hand she'd never been the same and the whole world, the whole universe, now looked different in her eyes.
There's just enough friction between them to get her there. Her stomach tenses and her fingers dig into the straining muscles of his shoulders and she shivers, not from the cold but from the brilliant heat that spreads through her body from her core. Gasping against his mouth and opening her eyes to see him staring back at her, brilliant and desperate, hips moving harder and she sucks his bottom lip into her mouth one last time. "Doctor, my Doctor."
He groans, loud and long into her neck and comes in his trousers, hands gripping her bottom hard and hips jumping between her thighs. He keeps moving until he can't hold her up anymore and she drops her feet to the ground, gasping hot breath into the air.
He licks his lips and his eyes flutter open to find her grinning at him. "So I'm still the Doctor, then."
"Mmmm, no arguments from me." She grins wider.
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Will you be posting this in one piece anywhere? I ask purely because I need to save this one; if it will be archived on LJ, it's definitely earned my "oh my holy hell smut" tag. Damn.
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"Tell me."
*dies*
You are marvelous.
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he was still the same man who'd watched the world explode into a million pieces and then taken her out for chips after
I don't know why, but this line in particular was just so brilliantly perfect. Oh, them.
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YES. It's smut but it's also *so much more than smut.* I approve! Sexy *and* meaningful character beats. Can't ask for more than that.
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This whole thing is so hot, so amazing. But this. AND THAT ENDING..!
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"It's everything at once, Rose. I want to hold your hand, and then I want to suck your fingers and feel them inside my mouth and taste, taste the salt from your skin and follow it with my tongue and your skin. I remember those freckles on your thigh and I want to bite them, and make you moan and pant and beg me to lick you and suck you right there." Another press and they both groan, this time. "God, I can remember. How you taste so sweet and thick right before you come and your nails scraping at my scalp, pulling at my hair, and I want to pull your hair and push open your legs and wrap them around my waist and feel you, feel you Rose just, just, against me. Sweaty and skin, your skin just bare and pressed to me and I want to fuck you hard. I want to fuck you so hard I can't think about anything else. I, I, I, just, Rose, you, so wet around me and I know, I know, I'm scaring you but--"
AND THEN I CAME.
omg kat. omg. i can't even capitalize this is so amazing. omg.
He licks his lips and his eyes flutter open to find her grinning at him. "So I'm still the Doctor, then."
"Mmmm, no arguments from me." She grins wider.
jsldkfmjsdkf PERFECT. WHAT. I hope you weren't expecting anything even close to coherent from me after this, because let me tell you what, I will not be able to articulate basic sentences for at least a week. AT LEAST. Fuck.
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My.
God.
This is brilliant. And perfect. And unbelievably hot.
*wanders away in a daze*
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