PROMPTED COMMENTFIC PORN MEME THING

[the_tenzo]

Ohnoez, she's having one of her hair-brained ideas again!

So, in brief, here is the story: I just found today (at work, no less!) a free-for-the-taking vintage edition of The Joy of Sex. There is no end to how amused I am by this. And, honest-to-goodness my first thought was, "How can I use this for ficcing purposes?"

Well, the answer is right here.

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[wildwinterwitch]

The conservatory was illuminated by candles in chandeliers and lanterns and bottles, or simply placed on the cracked dishes he had found in one of the old kitchen cabinets. He hadn't bothered with wiping the tiled floor to rid it of the dried leaves and twigs and other debris the wind had carried in from the garden. The nocturnal sounds of the garden filtered in through the cracked windows.

He had covered the covered the floor with a huge rug and had piled pillows and cushions on it.

Rose was waiting outside, blindfolded and barefoot.

The thought of her like that, and her hair fanned out on the pillows and cushions, made him hard.

He went outside, kissed her hard and deep for a while before he swept her off her feet and carried her inside. He lay her down onto the bed he'd made for them, then he allowed her to take off her blindfold.

“'s gorgeous,” she breathed.

“I want to see the candlelight on your skin,” he whispered, undoing the buttons of her shirt. When she raised her hands to do the same for him, he stilled them. “Don't. Just... lie there. It's about you.”

She smiled, nodding, watching him undo the rest of the buttons. He took his time to undress her, and looked at her naked body in the candlelight until the blushed.

“Now you,” Rose said, sitting up, pushing him down into the cushions, returning the favour. Bit by bit she revealed his pale, freckled skin, the ripple of muscles beneath it. Licked her lips as she ran her fingers across his chest, scraping the skin through the smattering of hair, circling his nipples.

He gasped, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Rose.”

Her lips followed her fingers after a lingering kiss. It was agonisingly, deliciously slow. She trailed a line of kisses and licks down his forearms, sucking his wrist-bones into her mouth before she drew one finger at a time into the warm wetness of her mouth.

He nearly came then, and he cried out and bucked his hips as she purred in delight.

“Rose!”

She came up for another languid kiss, before she explored his skin from his knees upwards, sucking at his prominent hipbones but never touching his erect cock.

“Please,” he whimpered. He hadn't imagined it to be like this. He'd wanted to do this to her, make her scream for him to fuck her as he worshipped her body. “Rose, no more.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling seductively. “Let me show you something.”

She knelt before him, spreading her knees. Then she ran her hand down her tummy, her skin shimmering in the warm light of the candles. “This is what you do to me, Doctor,” she said. She drew her fingers through her folds and held her fingers out for him to see. They were glistening with her wetness.

He licked his lips, and his cock twitched against his tummy in anticipation. His own wetness was coating his pale skin there, Rose noticed.

She considered, for an instant only, licking her fingers clean, but as she saw him swallow hard, she decided against it. It wouldn't do for him to come before he was buried deeply inside of her. Instead, she returned her fingers to the apex of her thighs and began to tease herself.

The Doctor propped himself up on his elbows to see her better, to distract himself a bit.

“Oh Rose,” he rasped as he watched her touch herself, as her fingers disappeared inside her.

“Touch yourself, Doctor,” she whispered, her voice thick with want. Her head fell back she pleasured herself, her thumb rolling over her clit as she set a gentle rhythm with her fingers.

“No,” the Doctor said, touching her knee, drawing lazy circles on her skin. “I won't last. You come for me. Rassilon, you're beautiful, Rose.”

Her rhythm picked up as he encouraged her, and he sat up to ran his hand up her arm and cup her shoulder, to trail his fingers along her clavicle. “Come for me, Rose,” he encouraged her, taking her free hand to support her.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll... oh Doctor,” she moaned his name as her orgasm washed over her and she slumped into his arms.