Doctor Who Research Project Fanfic Contest
Author: Geordie Chick
Title: A Lover's Quarrel
Challenge Element: Nine, Rose and a 'supporting' role from the TARDIS
Rating: M - very much M from the start to the end.
A/N: Written as a bloke... an alien bloke... I love a challenge me!
'And were an epitaph to be my story
I'd have a short one ready for my own.
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world.'
Frost, R. The Lesson for Today.
*******
Don't say a word, don't talk, don't move, just be there and let me see you, every inch of you a feast for my eyes.
Up against the wall.
See how my eyes travel over your body, over your face, your breasts your stomach, your legs, your feet, every inch of you. Don't move. Please don't speak. Please don't move. I've waited for this. I drink you deep and stand in awe of you. See how I respond.
You want it, me, inside you, don't you. Wait for it.
Don't talk.
It's taken me so long to start this journey. Please let me finish it.
With you.
I'll never hurt you.
Never let another living soul harm you.
My hands my fingers move across so slowly and with the merest touch, glancing your skin and raising goose bumps. Feel my hand tracing the line up your inner thigh and lightly pressing across you, feel them move on up and across your belly, tickles a little, driving you mad. My lips lightly and gentle kissing your nipple, sucking, pulling, a softly biting. Feel my heat as my body barely touches yours, my weight against you and the hardness of me against your stomach. My hands take your hips and my tongue licks across your lips and your ears, taking your earlobe in my mouth and moving my body into yours, pressed all so close and tight and smashing you against the wall. my hands rubbing, pulling, spreading. lifting you slightly from the floor and kissing you deeply, your eyes close, and I say I want you in your ear, and you sigh and say now, love me, by the heart of our world, against the wall, your legs behind me, your hands digging trenches in my shoulders, my cock pressing into your softness. You scream my name in silence when your weight settles into me. The heat burns, hearts thump together, your breasts smashed against my chest, and I pound you against the wall. Your head thrashes from side to side, I bite your lip and pull, blood oozes from my back and SLAM, BANG, SLAM into you and I tell you how much I love you and you can't talk, as the pressure mounts and we are not people, we are things, one thing, two smashed together as the world crashes around us as we suck, bite, make mad, frantic love.
Outside a space ship crashes into Big Ben, Cardiff castle is demolished in the name of progress in a City where people speak of the Gelth in whispers, in a country where a World War brought terrifying facial scars, Orwell regrets 1984, a mother cries for the loss of her daughter as a young man is shunned by his friends whilst somewhere out there the Dalek fleet bide their time and the Bad Wolf growls for it's prey... and I feel fantastic.
You are mine.
Title: A Lover's Quarrel
Challenge Element: Nine, Rose and a 'supporting' role from the TARDIS
Rating: M - very much M from the start to the end.
A/N: Written as a bloke... an alien bloke... I love a challenge me!
'And were an epitaph to be my story
I'd have a short one ready for my own.
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world.'
Frost, R. The Lesson for Today.
*******
Don't say a word, don't talk, don't move, just be there and let me see you, every inch of you a feast for my eyes.
Up against the wall.
See how my eyes travel over your body, over your face, your breasts your stomach, your legs, your feet, every inch of you. Don't move. Please don't speak. Please don't move. I've waited for this. I drink you deep and stand in awe of you. See how I respond.
You want it, me, inside you, don't you. Wait for it.
Don't talk.
It's taken me so long to start this journey. Please let me finish it.
With you.
I'll never hurt you.
Never let another living soul harm you.
My hands my fingers move across so slowly and with the merest touch, glancing your skin and raising goose bumps. Feel my hand tracing the line up your inner thigh and lightly pressing across you, feel them move on up and across your belly, tickles a little, driving you mad. My lips lightly and gentle kissing your nipple, sucking, pulling, a softly biting. Feel my heat as my body barely touches yours, my weight against you and the hardness of me against your stomach. My hands take your hips and my tongue licks across your lips and your ears, taking your earlobe in my mouth and moving my body into yours, pressed all so close and tight and smashing you against the wall. my hands rubbing, pulling, spreading. lifting you slightly from the floor and kissing you deeply, your eyes close, and I say I want you in your ear, and you sigh and say now, love me, by the heart of our world, against the wall, your legs behind me, your hands digging trenches in my shoulders, my cock pressing into your softness. You scream my name in silence when your weight settles into me. The heat burns, hearts thump together, your breasts smashed against my chest, and I pound you against the wall. Your head thrashes from side to side, I bite your lip and pull, blood oozes from my back and SLAM, BANG, SLAM into you and I tell you how much I love you and you can't talk, as the pressure mounts and we are not people, we are things, one thing, two smashed together as the world crashes around us as we suck, bite, make mad, frantic love.
Outside a space ship crashes into Big Ben, Cardiff castle is demolished in the name of progress in a City where people speak of the Gelth in whispers, in a country where a World War brought terrifying facial scars, Orwell regrets 1984, a mother cries for the loss of her daughter as a young man is shunned by his friends whilst somewhere out there the Dalek fleet bide their time and the Bad Wolf growls for it's prey... and I feel fantastic.
You are mine.