Fic: Reverence
Reverence, Nine/Rose, Adult, He lights her up from the inside, firing her synapses with sheer, raw pleasure. 846 words
Reverence
Rose awakens to the Doctor’s cool breath on the back of her neck and his long, thick shaft growing steadily harder inside her. His arm snakes around her hip, his fingers sliding through her slippery wetness to play with her clit. They’d fallen asleep still joined after a heady night of lovemaking and too much champagne, but now her head is perfectly clear and she can feel every nerve in her body that is connected to his. His pelvis works against her as he lazily strokes her to the edge of orgasm and leaves her dangling breathlessly on the edge.
She reaches one hand back to touch him, her hand sliding along his hip bone. His lips fasten onto her shoulder and she can feel his tongue working against the muscle there, before moving to first her neck, and then higher. He makes love to the shell of her ear and then gently sucks the lobe, while at the same time keeping his slow pace within her body.
“Please,” she gasps. She’s so close.
“Please, what?” he asks teasingly, pulling his mouth away.
“Let me come.”
He chuckles. “Your wish is my command.”
His actions intensify and her nerve endings crackle with electricity everywhere their skin touches. She shatters around him, losing all coherence, all sanity, as everything inside her burns.
He barely gives her time to come down before he withdraws from her body and pushes her onto her back. Her golden hair splays across the brilliant white pillows and he runs his fingers through it reverently. “My turn now,” he says.
She gives him a sated, welcoming smile as he settles between her legs, pushing back into her tightness. He supports himself with one hand, the other lifting her thigh up to give himself deeper access. She groans, the sound coming from low in her chest, as he fills her completely.
Rose raises her fingers to his face, her palm cradling his jaw tenderly, brushing over rough stuble as he begins to move. He lights her up from the inside, firing her synapses with sheer, raw pleasure. Her eyes find his and hold on. The hard steel strength she usually sees there has vanished, replaced with vulnerability, openness and a love so fervent she could never hope to find it better elsewhere. Not that she ever has any intention of looking.
Her thumb slips to his lips and he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling about the digit as he plunges deeper still into her body. He drops her thigh and gathers her close to him, his arms around her back, and she moves her hand to the back of his neck. There is no space between them as he drives himself into her body. His weight is heavy and so right against her.
She cries out at the next powerful thrust. Lust and joy radiate throughout her body. She’s going to come again. She feels that dizzy rise that starts in her stomach and spirals downward to where their bodies join. How he can do this to her over and over she doesn’t know. What she does know is that she can never get enough. He’s an addiction, a drug for her soul, taking her higher, always higher.
His eyes close, breaking his hold on her gaze and she knows he’s right there on the edge. “Come,” he breathes and as if the word was the only thing holding her back, spasms rock through her as she loses all control. He makes the soft, gentle whimper that always comes with his orgasm, the sound only she can cause him to make. She’s barely aware of it as her pleasure courses through her, trying to turn her inside out with the rawness of it. His seed splashes into her and she digs her fingers into his shoulders.
He collapses, what little weight he’d held off her pressing her body deeper into the mattress. She can’t speak, but she needs to kiss him. She nuzzles at his jaw until he turns his face to hers. Her lips find his, her tongue insistent in its pursuit of his. She makes complete and thorough claim to his mouth. The franticness dies down, turns to slow, languid circles, and slowly their hold on each other softens.
He slips from her body and rolls onto his back, pulling her with him, tucking her into the shelter of his arm. She tosses her leg over his, grasps his waist with one arm. He reaches to hold that hand with his free one.
“Rose,” he says. He says it reverently and gently and with so much joy, as if her name is enough to bring him to his knees. She feels his lips against her hair, moving silently. She recognizes the words, the shape of them, though he doesn’t speak them aloud.
“Doctor,” she replies, her fingers tightening in his. She’s going to love this man for the rest of her life. In time they’ll both be brave enough to say it. Until then, this is more than enough.
Reverence
Rose awakens to the Doctor’s cool breath on the back of her neck and his long, thick shaft growing steadily harder inside her. His arm snakes around her hip, his fingers sliding through her slippery wetness to play with her clit. They’d fallen asleep still joined after a heady night of lovemaking and too much champagne, but now her head is perfectly clear and she can feel every nerve in her body that is connected to his. His pelvis works against her as he lazily strokes her to the edge of orgasm and leaves her dangling breathlessly on the edge.
She reaches one hand back to touch him, her hand sliding along his hip bone. His lips fasten onto her shoulder and she can feel his tongue working against the muscle there, before moving to first her neck, and then higher. He makes love to the shell of her ear and then gently sucks the lobe, while at the same time keeping his slow pace within her body.
“Please,” she gasps. She’s so close.
“Please, what?” he asks teasingly, pulling his mouth away.
“Let me come.”
He chuckles. “Your wish is my command.”
His actions intensify and her nerve endings crackle with electricity everywhere their skin touches. She shatters around him, losing all coherence, all sanity, as everything inside her burns.
He barely gives her time to come down before he withdraws from her body and pushes her onto her back. Her golden hair splays across the brilliant white pillows and he runs his fingers through it reverently. “My turn now,” he says.
She gives him a sated, welcoming smile as he settles between her legs, pushing back into her tightness. He supports himself with one hand, the other lifting her thigh up to give himself deeper access. She groans, the sound coming from low in her chest, as he fills her completely.
Rose raises her fingers to his face, her palm cradling his jaw tenderly, brushing over rough stuble as he begins to move. He lights her up from the inside, firing her synapses with sheer, raw pleasure. Her eyes find his and hold on. The hard steel strength she usually sees there has vanished, replaced with vulnerability, openness and a love so fervent she could never hope to find it better elsewhere. Not that she ever has any intention of looking.
Her thumb slips to his lips and he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling about the digit as he plunges deeper still into her body. He drops her thigh and gathers her close to him, his arms around her back, and she moves her hand to the back of his neck. There is no space between them as he drives himself into her body. His weight is heavy and so right against her.
She cries out at the next powerful thrust. Lust and joy radiate throughout her body. She’s going to come again. She feels that dizzy rise that starts in her stomach and spirals downward to where their bodies join. How he can do this to her over and over she doesn’t know. What she does know is that she can never get enough. He’s an addiction, a drug for her soul, taking her higher, always higher.
His eyes close, breaking his hold on her gaze and she knows he’s right there on the edge. “Come,” he breathes and as if the word was the only thing holding her back, spasms rock through her as she loses all control. He makes the soft, gentle whimper that always comes with his orgasm, the sound only she can cause him to make. She’s barely aware of it as her pleasure courses through her, trying to turn her inside out with the rawness of it. His seed splashes into her and she digs her fingers into his shoulders.
He collapses, what little weight he’d held off her pressing her body deeper into the mattress. She can’t speak, but she needs to kiss him. She nuzzles at his jaw until he turns his face to hers. Her lips find his, her tongue insistent in its pursuit of his. She makes complete and thorough claim to his mouth. The franticness dies down, turns to slow, languid circles, and slowly their hold on each other softens.
He slips from her body and rolls onto his back, pulling her with him, tucking her into the shelter of his arm. She tosses her leg over his, grasps his waist with one arm. He reaches to hold that hand with his free one.
“Rose,” he says. He says it reverently and gently and with so much joy, as if her name is enough to bring him to his knees. She feels his lips against her hair, moving silently. She recognizes the words, the shape of them, though he doesn’t speak them aloud.
“Doctor,” she replies, her fingers tightening in his. She’s going to love this man for the rest of her life. In time they’ll both be brave enough to say it. Until then, this is more than enough.