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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The Doctor gently pried the camera away from Rose's hand and headed south. He pushed back the skin that hid her sex and exposed her to the camera's objective lens. “Beautiful,” he muttered, and switched to his pointer finger, circling and circling the outside of the hole she so desperately wanted filled. Gently, he pushed the finger in, inch by inch, snapping a picture of it, the way it looked as her flesh expanded and then clamped down on him, welcomed him.
The sight, the knowledge that he would still have the images centuries later, almost made him lose control right then, but he laid his head against her thigh and pressed a kiss to the inside flesh there. He drew in a deep breath and pumped his finger in and out, soundlessly encouraging Rose in the little noises she made, mews and cries that only served to excite him more.
Abandoning the camera to one side of the bed, moved his mouth up her body, encasing her breast in his mouth, sucking on it with the strength that she so loved, whirling it around in his mouth like he was sampling fine wine. He was aware of Rose reaching for the camera, the flash of the light, but he was too lost in her, in the strain of pleasuring her first to really pay attention.
“Doctor!” Her hands were in his hair, and he curled his fingers just so inside of her, feeling her shatter around him, clamping down on his fingers and arching up into his hand. He let go of her breast with a pop and grabbed the camera, keeping his fingers inside of her until she seemed to have eased. He watched with a hawk eye until she relaxed, opening her eyes to gaze at him with half-lidded perfection.
Click.
“There.” He tossed the camera aside. “That's the Rose Tyler I know.”
Rose grinned bashfully, but the Doctor kissed her, slipping that talented tongue inside of her mouth, caressing her tongue and the roof of her mouth with all the attention he would have given her sex.
“Now,” the Doctor said with a smile, lining himself up with her, “my turn.”
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I can't wait till I get my prompt! *iz greedy*
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I love that the moment he wanted to capture wasn't climax, but that blissed-out moment after climax. How lovely.
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And you know how I love the hawt + a little sad: The sight, the knowledge that he would still have the images centuries later, almost made him lose control right then.
Lovely. Thank you so much!
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I loved this line especially: the knowledge that he would still have the images centuries later the mix of sadness and sweetness in that one statement was just perfect. Great job.
I must wander off and melt now.
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Well done m'lady
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Very very sexy.
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