She Knows What She Wants (2/2)
Title: She Knows What She Wants (2/2)
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, flat out smut really
Author's Note: So this took me longer than expected, sorry about that. This was sort of a crazy busy week for me and I'm always more self-conscious when it comes to writing smut as I don't do so often. I am trying to fix that though. In order to make up for taking forever the word count is more than twice that of part one. xD
They don’t make it back to the TARDIS. It thrills her to have unleashed this. They’re nearly there when he glances over at her, before he can say whatever he intended to she grins up at him wickedly, purposefully catching her tongue between her teeth and suddenly he’s backed her up against a wall in the nearest alley with her hands pinned above her head. He’s kissing up her neck and rocking his hips into hers. She loves it, craves it but needs her hands freed because she can’t just stay still. His free hand works its way up under her shirt to cup her breast. He’s hard and she resists the urge to ask if that’s the sonic in his pocket as she doesn’t want a lecture about dimensionally transcendent pockets. She just wants him. She needs to be able to feel his hearts racing under her fingertips and know that this is real and not just some fantastic day dream. He’s nipping at her ear lobe and then hissing in her ear. “Be very sure, Rose Tyler,” and then he’s let go of her hands and steps back.
She almost wants to laugh; as if she could be anything but certain at this point. She knows what she wants, what they both want, and she is going to get it. She turns the tables then, latching onto the lapels of his jacket and spinning them so he’s the one against the wall. She doesn’t know where this new confidence has come from, was certainly never this way with Mickey or Jimmy but there is something intoxicating about having this kind of power over the last of the Time Lords. She goes up on her toes and kisses him hard. Her hands slide up under his jumper and she drags her nails slowly across his chest. He puts a hand on the small of her back to keep her tight against him as the other slips lower, gripping her arse.
She is starting to regret the decision to wear jeans that look as though they might as well have just been painted on. She should have stuck with the mini skirt from yesterday, far more convenient. She loses that train of thought though as the Doctor does something particularly clever with his tongue. She rakes her nails down his sides and rolls her hips against his, eliciting a low groan from him. She wants to hear that sound more often. He breaks off the kiss and tilts his head back against the wall. He’s watching her with half closed eyes and Rose flushes under the intensity of his stare.
The immensity of it all crashes down on her in that moment and her breath catches in her throat. This is real. He raises the hand that had been pinning her to him to cup her cheek. She doesn’t break eye contact as she tilts her head slightly to kiss his palm. He murmurs her name as his eyes fall shut, voice husky and pitched low. It sends shivers down her spine.
“This isn’t about what happened with Mickey,” she blurts out, surprising herself. “Me and him might as well have been over since the Autons.” His eyes are wide open now and fixed on her again, his expression unreadable. “I want you, just you.” She isn’t sure why but she knows she needs him to know this. She won’t admit it yet even to herself that she’s been more than half in love with him since “Run!”
He starts the kiss this time, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off the ground. She’s grinning against his lips as she scrambles to get her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She needs to be as close to him as possible. He pushes himself away from the wall just as she purposefully grinds her hips against him. He stumbles half a step, growling a warning but he’s got her pressed against the opposite building in the narrow alley before she can do it again.
He’s using his weight to keep her pinned to the wall as much as his grip on her. She’s using that to her advantage, squirming against him purposefully and confident that he won’t let her slip. She twists just right and this time she’s the one moaning into the kiss this time. When one of his hands slides around between them to work the button of her jeans, she is reminded again of why she wishes she had worn something easier to get in and out of. But then he’s got the zipper down and his hand is in her knickers and practicality be damned this is going to happen here and now. With all the time he spends under the console tinkering it does not surprise her in the least that he is so very good with his hands.
She has to break the kiss to breathe and whimpers in frustration because the angle is not quite ideal and she wants more than this but she doesn’t want him to stop long enough to get her jeans off. He kisses along her collarbone and she’s arching into his touch but it still isn’t enough. She slides one hand up through his hair, lightly scraping her nails against his scalp. With a bit of maneuvering she manages to reach behind him and unzip one of her boots. “Off now,” she manages to gasp.
She can feel his grin against her skin before he pulls back just enough and she unwraps her legs from his waist, kicking off the boot she’d unzipped before he impatiently tugs down her jeans and her knickers. With a couple sharp tugs they manage to get them off one of her legs and that is good enough as far as she’s concerned. She yanks him closer again and makes short work of the fastenings of his trousers. He groans and braces his hands against the wall on either side of her head as she slips her hand into his pants.
He stops her though after only a couple strokes. She’s concerned for a moment but one look at his face and she knows exactly what he wants. He shoves his pants down only as far as necessary and then he’s lifting her up again and thrusting into her as soon as she’s got her legs around his waist. She inhales sharply as she meets his gaze. It is a bit surreal when she actually thinks about the fact she’s shagging an alien up against a wall in a back alley on a planet whose name she can’t even pronounce with only one shoe off and her jeans still half on her other leg.
She doesn’t have long to contemplate it because he’s pulling out and then thrusting back into her harder. He sets a quick pace and she can’t get enough leverage with the way he’s pressed her into the wall but she’s shifting her hips in tandem and clinging to his leather clad shoulders. As soon as they get back to the TARDIS she’s planning to drag him back to her room and get the rest of their clothes off because she wants to be able to feel all of him pressed against her.
This isn’t about that though. There will be time for slow leisurely exploration later. This is rough and fast and she wouldn’t change a single thing about it. She’s been on edge since he pushed her into the alley. He’s kissing her throat, sucking hard at the skin and it’s surely going to leave a mark. She twists her hips just right and he bites down and swears in a language the TARDIS apparently won’t translate. She didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than she was but apparently it is as he’s now whispering in her ear about how he’s wanted to do this since she walked into the console room dressed like that this morning and she’s biting down on her lip to keep from whimpering.
She kisses him to silence him, wants him just as incoherent as she is right now. It works, if the shudder that runs down his spine and the way his hips push harder into her when she runs her nails over his scalp are anything to go by. She’s torn between wanting to come now and wanting the exhilaration of this to never stop. He’s thrusting harder and faster now though and she knows she won’t last much longer. He kisses across her jaw and changes the angle of his thrusts just slightly and oh. She gasps his name and clings to him tighter as she climaxes. He’s groaning against the crook of her neck and it only takes a few more thrusts before he does as well.
Rose isn’t sure how long they stay like that but it takes several minutes before she’s certain her legs will be able to support her. He kisses her far more leisurely before she unwraps her legs from his waist and he gently sets her down. Her arms remain draped across his shoulders as he traces his fingertips over her hips. She remembers where they are suddenly and can’t help it as her cheeks flush. She doesn’t regret it, couldn’t possibly but she breaks the kiss and slides her hands down to his chest to gently push him back a step. She almost misses the brief flash of uncertainty on his face and quickly smiles reassuringly before bending to pull her knickers and jeans back on. She isn’t sure where her boot landed. The Doctor has already fixed his own clothes by the time she straightens and struggles a bit with the fastenings on her jeans. When she looks up again, he’s grinning at her and holding her boot.
Her breath catches when he kneels in front of her and carefully slides it back onto her foot. His hand trails slowly up her leg. “We should get back to the TARDIS, yeah?” she manages to breathe out quickly. She holds out her hand and he takes it as he stands up. He looks terribly smug but then she imagines she does too since she can’t stop smiling as their fingers intertwine and she bumps his shoulder her with her own.