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A perfectly uneventful day at the shops (2/2), TenII/Rose, Adult
This was too good. This was better than ice cream and puppies, better than banana daiquiris, way better than Cleopatra. 2,107 words.
A/N: I picked Touch
Click here for Part 1
Three minutes ago he had been dying of embarrassment, ineptly picking his way through displays of frilly knickers. He had never imagined Rose would be giving him a private viewing…
And what a view it was.
“You’ve been an awfully good boy today,” Rose breathed as she leaned against the dressing room door, “and I want to show you how much I’ve appreciated that.”
The Doctor gulped. “What about the salesgirl?”
“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to be very, very quiet. Aren’t you?”
He nodded. Very, very quiet. Yes. He thought he could definitely do that.
“Now let’s just make sure we aren’t disturbed,” said Rose, turning towards the door. That’s when he sees the backside of the black lace teddy thingy. The semi-opaque lace that had formed the thin braces covering only her nipples on the front side crisscrossed in the middle of her back and came to form a band encircling her hips that both the garters and the knickers metamorphosed out of. Except these were not regular knickers. This was what he assumed was called a thong (according to the store signage he’d seen earlier).
He felt the room spin just a tiny bit. She looked absolutely scandalous in this thing. His pink and yellow girl trussed up in black lace strapping! The dainty pink number he’d brought in earlier was now just a distant memory.
But he couldn’t decide if he liked the back view or the front view better.
Rose deliberately gave him a delicious moment to take in the enticing view and then slid the bolt on the dressing room closed with a satisfying THUNK. It was then that he noticed that they were in a little room that was now fully closed on all sides.
Complete privacy.
Rose gestured for him to stand and he shot up, his eagerness surprising even himself. Grabbing him by the shirt again, she forced him back into the wall, kissing him roughly, raking her fingernails across his scalp. Her tongue left a cool spicy path as it swirled around in his mouth and he gasped at an unexpected sting of cinnamon. She licked his lips as he wound one hand through the hair at the back of her head while his other clasped her jaw, his thumb caressing her cheek. She pulled his thumb into their mouths for a second before she took it into her mouth, sucking it suggestively. Immediately, all nerve centers leading straight to his hardening cock lit up.
Emitting something between a whimper and a moan, he let his head thump back against the wall and she released the thumb, zeroing in on his neck with her lips and tongue. Remembering he had hands, he filled them with her breasts, but she was still not close enough for him. He ran his hands around to her back, sliding his fingers inbetween the rough lace strapping, slipping his hands under the waistline of the outfit to cup her ice cold buttocks. Ummm, hot and cold.
Rose ground against him and he dug his long fingers into her, pulling her closer in. He craved the feeling of her body clenched around him, her hot breath on his cheek as he thrusts into her-he’s hungry for a repeat of the other night. “Rose… want you,” he moans into her ear. He can feel the heat coming off her in waves through his clothing and a primal part of him enjoys the wantonness of her sultry, near-naked body rubbing herself over his completely clothed one.
However this new Rose isn’t one to let the power differential tilt too far to his side in these matters…
She broke away from him and fixed him with a predatory stare that pins him helplessly to the wall. Painfully aware of the absence of her body pressing on him, the air seems to suck the imprint of her warmth from his clothing, leaving him cold. He wants her back against him and he does not want to wait.
Rose puts one perfectly manicured finger up into the air in a gesture that signals: Wait.
Reaching the finger into her mouth, she fishes out her cinnamon gum and presses it onto the mirror behind her.
“Now it’s time for your reward.”
Without warning, there is a knock on the dressing room door. “Hiya, Miss Tyler, how y’doin’ in there? Can I get you any other sizes?”
“Naw thanks, Debbie,” says Rose brightly. “I’m doing very well in here, actually. Just a few more things to try on. Should be out in about ten minutes.”
Debbie laughs, “Oh that’s fine, no rush, just take your time. I’ll leave you to it, then!”
“Yes,” she intones in a low, husky voice directed at only the Doctor, “leave me to it then.”
Panting slightly, his mouth practically watering with anticipation, she steps towards him again. He reaches up to her shoulders to slip her out of the lace teddy contraption-he wants to unwrap his prize-but she stops him. “Uh, uh, uh,” she tuts. “No time for that.” She reaches down, and her hands begin working him through his trousers. “Did that bad woman scare you away?” She asks, her dark eyes boring into his as her fingers stroke either side of his (now re-growing) erection. He groans softly from the thrill of her unexpected touch and she susshes him. “I said no noise.” He obediently shuts his mouth.
And there’s a part of him that knows that this torment is payment for every pompous, condescending thing he’s ever uttered to her, all the times he (Time) lorded over her, or reminded her he was their pilot, their navigator. Well, she’s the designated driver, now, he concedes. And if this is his punishment, he decides he’s fine with it, because he loves this New Rose. She’s more of an equal now than she ever was before-maybe even more of the leader now in so many ways-but that’s ok. He’s new to this human body as well as to this universe and he needs a guide, and if he gets her in the deal, then all the better.
That she is his New Adventure excites him more than anything; and he knows this is one aspect of his severely reduced empire that he could remain satisfied by: Happily exploring Planet Rose in minute detail for the rest of his days.
“We have less than 10 minutes.”
Nodding to her that he is ready, she carefully pulls down his trouser zip. He helps her undo his belt and free himself from his clothing as she kneels in front of him and grasps the base of his shaft.
The sudden electric shock of her hot breath and tongue on the underside of his cock is almost enough to send him over the edge.
Thankfully she does not make him wait. His breath spills out in a rush as she takes him into her sweltering mouth. He shudders as she sweeps her tongue into the slit at the head of his penis and then her lips and tongue seem to be everywhere. He has no idea how she accomplishes this, but rather than ponder this, he closes his eyes and allows himself to be blissfully awash in the pleasure of the multitude of sensations. But the pressure of her tongue; the hot, moist smoothness of her mouth; her unrelenting hands-all pale in comparison to the velvety texture of her lips as she rotates them around him in a corkscrew motion that temporarily blinds him.
Just now, he can’t quite remember what was so bad about domestics…
She licks and flicks and teases as one hand gently kneads his balls and the other firmly holds him around the base. And those lips, oh, the lips… Did she have any idea? She must know. She must know how absofuckinlutelyincrediblywonderfullyamazing this felt. He made a fleeting mental note that when he was in charge of his faculties again, he would come up with a descriptive word or phrase-be it in English or Other-that could adequately express the sheer tremendousness of this exquisite act being performed upon his person…
This was too good. This was better than ice cream and puppies, better than banana daiquiris, way better than Cleopatra.
His brains were scrambling. Self-control was siphoned from his body through every wonderful pull of Rose’s beautiful sweet mouth. Her gentle suction drew him ever closer to humanity and ever farther away from his stately, defended, lonely and extinct old civilization.
His mouth opens into a silent groan as she works faster, the room echoing with wet slurping noises as she broke suction, taking him in. His hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair and she wrapped one hand around his buttocks to keep pace with him as he pumped his hips to meet her lips, allowing him to plunge himself into her mouth.
She groans her encouragement, and he feels his face flush with the heat of his desire, his pulse beating in the base of his throat…behind his eyes…
And he can’t help it. He can’t avoid glancing down to watch as his beautiful golden haired Rose sloppily sucks him off. He had to see her gorgeous lips take in the swollen length of him and he draws in and out of her mouth. He had to watch as she licked and suckled under his balls while she fondled his glistening cock with her wet hand, letting his ultra smooth and sensitive head play around her lips before she swallowed him again.
And… Oh, he can’t believe. Almost missed this. Walked away… Turned his back. Would’ve missed this life, this chance. With Rose-and those…glorious lips!
And he’s close. He’s so close.
His eyes flutter and suddenly he catches the surprising sight of her from the back in the mirror on the wall, and it looks like someone else bound up in some black lace contraption on her knees in strappy stilettos, giving him head like some backstage groupie. But this is Rose, he realises-His Rose. She moans again, firmly increasing the suction, taking him deeply into her throat. She’s giving him permission. And the new perspective of the sheer decadence of having her go down on him in a dressing room in a ladies lingerie store is too much.
She hums her approval as her throat constricts deliciously against him, and a convulsive shot of pleasure rips through him. He sees flashbulbs behind his eyelids and his breath hitches from his body’s release as he empties himself into her mouth. “Hichhhtt-cchht-icsssshh,” he hisses incoherently through clenched teeth as he comes fitfully. He feels Rose’s mouth around him, hot from friction and desire, swallowing to match his pulsing orgasm. He gasps for air and his single heart struggles to regain its normal rhythm.
He cannot believe what she just did for him.
Shuddering with a final jolt from one last swirl of her tongue, she slowly pulls him flaccid from her mouth. His breath short and ragged, his legs wobbly, he leans back against the wall. “I. LOVE… Shopping!” He exhales breathlessly and she giggles into his stomach, kissing it.
Finally, his breathing returns to normal. Feebly, he helps her to stand, and watches with glassy eyes as she blatantly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Can we go shoe shopping or something tomorrow,” he asks eagerly with exhausted glee, pulling his clothing back together.
“Silly. There’s no dressing rooms involved with shoe shopping!”
“Ok then. Well, ah-anything involving dressing rooms, then. We need a Blu-Ray player and a plasma television. Do they have dressing rooms in those stores?” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“I’ll meet you out front in a tick and we’ll discuss it.”
“How do I look?”
“You’ve got ‘just been fucked hair.’”
“Yeah, but it always looks like that,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at her.
“I know,” she says, unceremoniously pushing him out of the dressing room.
Four minutes later, Debbie the salesclerk rings up the last of the sizeable pile of assorted lingerie Rose had deposited onto the counter. Before she can hit the total button, Rose slaps a lone tag onto the counter.
“Oh yeah. There’s this one too. Sorry”
Debbie looks up inquisitively.
“I’m wearing it,” whispers the Vitex heiress and she conspiratorially winks at her.
“You go, girl,” Debbie giggles and gives Rose the grand total.
Yes, I will, she thought. And if the Doctor’s reaction today was any indication, she was going to have some serious fun taxing that single heart of his with some of the things she’d bought today…
This was too good. This was better than ice cream and puppies, better than banana daiquiris, way better than Cleopatra. 2,107 words.
A/N: I picked Touch
Click here for Part 1
Three minutes ago he had been dying of embarrassment, ineptly picking his way through displays of frilly knickers. He had never imagined Rose would be giving him a private viewing…
And what a view it was.
“You’ve been an awfully good boy today,” Rose breathed as she leaned against the dressing room door, “and I want to show you how much I’ve appreciated that.”
The Doctor gulped. “What about the salesgirl?”
“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to be very, very quiet. Aren’t you?”
He nodded. Very, very quiet. Yes. He thought he could definitely do that.
“Now let’s just make sure we aren’t disturbed,” said Rose, turning towards the door. That’s when he sees the backside of the black lace teddy thingy. The semi-opaque lace that had formed the thin braces covering only her nipples on the front side crisscrossed in the middle of her back and came to form a band encircling her hips that both the garters and the knickers metamorphosed out of. Except these were not regular knickers. This was what he assumed was called a thong (according to the store signage he’d seen earlier).
He felt the room spin just a tiny bit. She looked absolutely scandalous in this thing. His pink and yellow girl trussed up in black lace strapping! The dainty pink number he’d brought in earlier was now just a distant memory.
But he couldn’t decide if he liked the back view or the front view better.
Rose deliberately gave him a delicious moment to take in the enticing view and then slid the bolt on the dressing room closed with a satisfying THUNK. It was then that he noticed that they were in a little room that was now fully closed on all sides.
Complete privacy.
Rose gestured for him to stand and he shot up, his eagerness surprising even himself. Grabbing him by the shirt again, she forced him back into the wall, kissing him roughly, raking her fingernails across his scalp. Her tongue left a cool spicy path as it swirled around in his mouth and he gasped at an unexpected sting of cinnamon. She licked his lips as he wound one hand through the hair at the back of her head while his other clasped her jaw, his thumb caressing her cheek. She pulled his thumb into their mouths for a second before she took it into her mouth, sucking it suggestively. Immediately, all nerve centers leading straight to his hardening cock lit up.
Emitting something between a whimper and a moan, he let his head thump back against the wall and she released the thumb, zeroing in on his neck with her lips and tongue. Remembering he had hands, he filled them with her breasts, but she was still not close enough for him. He ran his hands around to her back, sliding his fingers inbetween the rough lace strapping, slipping his hands under the waistline of the outfit to cup her ice cold buttocks. Ummm, hot and cold.
Rose ground against him and he dug his long fingers into her, pulling her closer in. He craved the feeling of her body clenched around him, her hot breath on his cheek as he thrusts into her-he’s hungry for a repeat of the other night. “Rose… want you,” he moans into her ear. He can feel the heat coming off her in waves through his clothing and a primal part of him enjoys the wantonness of her sultry, near-naked body rubbing herself over his completely clothed one.
However this new Rose isn’t one to let the power differential tilt too far to his side in these matters…
She broke away from him and fixed him with a predatory stare that pins him helplessly to the wall. Painfully aware of the absence of her body pressing on him, the air seems to suck the imprint of her warmth from his clothing, leaving him cold. He wants her back against him and he does not want to wait.
Rose puts one perfectly manicured finger up into the air in a gesture that signals: Wait.
Reaching the finger into her mouth, she fishes out her cinnamon gum and presses it onto the mirror behind her.
“Now it’s time for your reward.”
Without warning, there is a knock on the dressing room door. “Hiya, Miss Tyler, how y’doin’ in there? Can I get you any other sizes?”
“Naw thanks, Debbie,” says Rose brightly. “I’m doing very well in here, actually. Just a few more things to try on. Should be out in about ten minutes.”
Debbie laughs, “Oh that’s fine, no rush, just take your time. I’ll leave you to it, then!”
“Yes,” she intones in a low, husky voice directed at only the Doctor, “leave me to it then.”
Panting slightly, his mouth practically watering with anticipation, she steps towards him again. He reaches up to her shoulders to slip her out of the lace teddy contraption-he wants to unwrap his prize-but she stops him. “Uh, uh, uh,” she tuts. “No time for that.” She reaches down, and her hands begin working him through his trousers. “Did that bad woman scare you away?” She asks, her dark eyes boring into his as her fingers stroke either side of his (now re-growing) erection. He groans softly from the thrill of her unexpected touch and she susshes him. “I said no noise.” He obediently shuts his mouth.
And there’s a part of him that knows that this torment is payment for every pompous, condescending thing he’s ever uttered to her, all the times he (Time) lorded over her, or reminded her he was their pilot, their navigator. Well, she’s the designated driver, now, he concedes. And if this is his punishment, he decides he’s fine with it, because he loves this New Rose. She’s more of an equal now than she ever was before-maybe even more of the leader now in so many ways-but that’s ok. He’s new to this human body as well as to this universe and he needs a guide, and if he gets her in the deal, then all the better.
That she is his New Adventure excites him more than anything; and he knows this is one aspect of his severely reduced empire that he could remain satisfied by: Happily exploring Planet Rose in minute detail for the rest of his days.
“We have less than 10 minutes.”
Nodding to her that he is ready, she carefully pulls down his trouser zip. He helps her undo his belt and free himself from his clothing as she kneels in front of him and grasps the base of his shaft.
The sudden electric shock of her hot breath and tongue on the underside of his cock is almost enough to send him over the edge.
Thankfully she does not make him wait. His breath spills out in a rush as she takes him into her sweltering mouth. He shudders as she sweeps her tongue into the slit at the head of his penis and then her lips and tongue seem to be everywhere. He has no idea how she accomplishes this, but rather than ponder this, he closes his eyes and allows himself to be blissfully awash in the pleasure of the multitude of sensations. But the pressure of her tongue; the hot, moist smoothness of her mouth; her unrelenting hands-all pale in comparison to the velvety texture of her lips as she rotates them around him in a corkscrew motion that temporarily blinds him.
Just now, he can’t quite remember what was so bad about domestics…
She licks and flicks and teases as one hand gently kneads his balls and the other firmly holds him around the base. And those lips, oh, the lips… Did she have any idea? She must know. She must know how absofuckinlutelyincrediblywonderfullyamazing this felt. He made a fleeting mental note that when he was in charge of his faculties again, he would come up with a descriptive word or phrase-be it in English or Other-that could adequately express the sheer tremendousness of this exquisite act being performed upon his person…
This was too good. This was better than ice cream and puppies, better than banana daiquiris, way better than Cleopatra.
His brains were scrambling. Self-control was siphoned from his body through every wonderful pull of Rose’s beautiful sweet mouth. Her gentle suction drew him ever closer to humanity and ever farther away from his stately, defended, lonely and extinct old civilization.
His mouth opens into a silent groan as she works faster, the room echoing with wet slurping noises as she broke suction, taking him in. His hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair and she wrapped one hand around his buttocks to keep pace with him as he pumped his hips to meet her lips, allowing him to plunge himself into her mouth.
She groans her encouragement, and he feels his face flush with the heat of his desire, his pulse beating in the base of his throat…behind his eyes…
And he can’t help it. He can’t avoid glancing down to watch as his beautiful golden haired Rose sloppily sucks him off. He had to see her gorgeous lips take in the swollen length of him and he draws in and out of her mouth. He had to watch as she licked and suckled under his balls while she fondled his glistening cock with her wet hand, letting his ultra smooth and sensitive head play around her lips before she swallowed him again.
And… Oh, he can’t believe. Almost missed this. Walked away… Turned his back. Would’ve missed this life, this chance. With Rose-and those…glorious lips!
And he’s close. He’s so close.
His eyes flutter and suddenly he catches the surprising sight of her from the back in the mirror on the wall, and it looks like someone else bound up in some black lace contraption on her knees in strappy stilettos, giving him head like some backstage groupie. But this is Rose, he realises-His Rose. She moans again, firmly increasing the suction, taking him deeply into her throat. She’s giving him permission. And the new perspective of the sheer decadence of having her go down on him in a dressing room in a ladies lingerie store is too much.
She hums her approval as her throat constricts deliciously against him, and a convulsive shot of pleasure rips through him. He sees flashbulbs behind his eyelids and his breath hitches from his body’s release as he empties himself into her mouth. “Hichhhtt-cchht-icsssshh,” he hisses incoherently through clenched teeth as he comes fitfully. He feels Rose’s mouth around him, hot from friction and desire, swallowing to match his pulsing orgasm. He gasps for air and his single heart struggles to regain its normal rhythm.
He cannot believe what she just did for him.
Shuddering with a final jolt from one last swirl of her tongue, she slowly pulls him flaccid from her mouth. His breath short and ragged, his legs wobbly, he leans back against the wall. “I. LOVE… Shopping!” He exhales breathlessly and she giggles into his stomach, kissing it.
Finally, his breathing returns to normal. Feebly, he helps her to stand, and watches with glassy eyes as she blatantly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Can we go shoe shopping or something tomorrow,” he asks eagerly with exhausted glee, pulling his clothing back together.
“Silly. There’s no dressing rooms involved with shoe shopping!”
“Ok then. Well, ah-anything involving dressing rooms, then. We need a Blu-Ray player and a plasma television. Do they have dressing rooms in those stores?” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“I’ll meet you out front in a tick and we’ll discuss it.”
“How do I look?”
“You’ve got ‘just been fucked hair.’”
“Yeah, but it always looks like that,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at her.
“I know,” she says, unceremoniously pushing him out of the dressing room.
Four minutes later, Debbie the salesclerk rings up the last of the sizeable pile of assorted lingerie Rose had deposited onto the counter. Before she can hit the total button, Rose slaps a lone tag onto the counter.
“Oh yeah. There’s this one too. Sorry”
Debbie looks up inquisitively.
“I’m wearing it,” whispers the Vitex heiress and she conspiratorially winks at her.
“You go, girl,” Debbie giggles and gives Rose the grand total.
Yes, I will, she thought. And if the Doctor’s reaction today was any indication, she was going to have some serious fun taxing that single heart of his with some of the things she’d bought today…