A ficlet for those who have had a rotten day.
Just real quick and real dirty. Not a drabble because I simply can not do 100 words. Let's call it a quadrabble (400 words) of naughty sex and a side of historical fem-slash. Needless to say, the rating is ADULT. fid_gin , this is primarily for you, from your prompt.
Carmine and Orange Blossoms
"Is that her?" The salon was full of dazzling beauties, but the object of this special trip was fairly obvious amongst them.
The Doctor nodded, and Rose could almost see the rather unbecoming drool forming in the corners of his mouth.
"And you just want me to...without saying anything?"
"Oh yes," he squeaked.
Without another word, Rose strode over to the woman in the clinging silk, and gently pushed the man who was speaking intently with her to the side. Rose wrapped a sure arm around the other woman's waist and gave her a long, deep kiss on the mouth. The woman's lipstick tasted of carmine and her perfume of orange blossoms. She didn't pull away or protest, even closing her eyes for a brief moment, before Rose was gone again.
"You taste like her," the Doctor moaned in to Rose's mouth as they grappled hastily with their clothing in an adjoining room. He nuzzled her neck, planting kisses along her collarbone, accompanying every third with a little nip of his front teeth. "And you smell like her."
"And I suppose she tastes and smells like me now," Rose noted, at which point the Doctor fairly ripped the few remaining bits of clothes off of her (the flapper look had taken an amazing amount of underpinning to achieve), growling a filthy litany of what he was about to do to her.
"Turn around." He spun her forcefully, mooting any need for the verbal request. "We wouldn't want to soil all these nice people's coats and hats, would we?"
"No, we wouldn't." She placed her hands among the rich furs and felts that covered the bed. "You'd better hurry up, or I'll go back out there to her. Just like this, naked...oh, she'd want me I think. She kissed like she wanted--"
The Doctor entered her without warning or preamble, clutching at her hips with sure fingers and bringing her back to meet him. "Oh, I think I'll keep you right here with me," he purred and sheathed himself in her fully again.
When Rose came, it was sudden and found her pressing her face in to a coat to muffle her cries. By contrast, the Doctor made no effort at all to hide his pleasure and moaned her name loudly several times before letting his vice grip on her hips go and taking a few dazed steps backwards.
"Anais Nin," he enthused. "Brilliant!"
Carmine and Orange Blossoms
"Is that her?" The salon was full of dazzling beauties, but the object of this special trip was fairly obvious amongst them.
The Doctor nodded, and Rose could almost see the rather unbecoming drool forming in the corners of his mouth.
"And you just want me to...without saying anything?"
"Oh yes," he squeaked.
Without another word, Rose strode over to the woman in the clinging silk, and gently pushed the man who was speaking intently with her to the side. Rose wrapped a sure arm around the other woman's waist and gave her a long, deep kiss on the mouth. The woman's lipstick tasted of carmine and her perfume of orange blossoms. She didn't pull away or protest, even closing her eyes for a brief moment, before Rose was gone again.
"You taste like her," the Doctor moaned in to Rose's mouth as they grappled hastily with their clothing in an adjoining room. He nuzzled her neck, planting kisses along her collarbone, accompanying every third with a little nip of his front teeth. "And you smell like her."
"And I suppose she tastes and smells like me now," Rose noted, at which point the Doctor fairly ripped the few remaining bits of clothes off of her (the flapper look had taken an amazing amount of underpinning to achieve), growling a filthy litany of what he was about to do to her.
"Turn around." He spun her forcefully, mooting any need for the verbal request. "We wouldn't want to soil all these nice people's coats and hats, would we?"
"No, we wouldn't." She placed her hands among the rich furs and felts that covered the bed. "You'd better hurry up, or I'll go back out there to her. Just like this, naked...oh, she'd want me I think. She kissed like she wanted--"
The Doctor entered her without warning or preamble, clutching at her hips with sure fingers and bringing her back to meet him. "Oh, I think I'll keep you right here with me," he purred and sheathed himself in her fully again.
When Rose came, it was sudden and found her pressing her face in to a coat to muffle her cries. By contrast, the Doctor made no effort at all to hide his pleasure and moaned her name loudly several times before letting his vice grip on her hips go and taking a few dazed steps backwards.
"Anais Nin," he enthused. "Brilliant!"