Fic: The Great Equalizer (3/4, Nine/Rose, ADULT)
Title: The Great Equalizer
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: ADULT - NSFW
Word Count: 1,605 w.
Betalicious: Big thanks to kilodalton for letting me whisper dirty words in her ear, and for helping me to make them sound even better.
Thank you, ahedonia , for prodding me to get this fic started again, after a such a long hiatus. Her scorching Nine writing is 100% responsible for inspiring me to write this fic, so I do what she tells me - and I don't ask questions.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were, I'd have shagged them both rotten, by now.
A/N: This story originally started as a string of drabbles, or drabblegasms as I called them, for the amusement of the lovely, randy folks over at bad_wolf_rising. scifiangel had posted a poster there that ultimately served to become my prompt. My intention was to write just a few drabbles, but it evolved (as it so often does) into a much longer fic.
Rose? Rose? Are you still ALIVE? Have the batteries run down yet, Love? No? I'm sorry to leave you suspended for so long ... let's give you some sexy.
** Sorry it's been so long, you guys.
Part 3 jumps right into the action, so if you'd like to refresh your memory, or you are reading this for the first time, please follow the links, below, for Part 1 and Part 2.
Excerpt: “Never say I’m not accommodating, Rose Tyler.”
Part 1 Part 2
Previously:
“Shut up!” Rose squeaked, adding, “You’re wicked.”
“Not wicked, Rose - never. Ultimate Good Guy, me. No, just a man who believes in symmetry.” He brought his mouth to the peak of her other breast; gave it a gentle suck. He pulled off of her nipple almost immediately to add, “We’re keeping things equal here, remember? Your rules, not mine.”
“My rules, yeah? Glad we haven’t forgotten that part.” Rose cut her eyes at him, adding a bit of a smirk.
“You have a rule for me, then?”
Oh, god, Rose thought. When he looks at me like that I can’t even think. Her head was buzzing, her pants were buzzing and she was starting to feel rather warm.
“Not a rule ’s much as a request. I want - ” she stammered, the color of her cheeks burning crimson.
“Yes, Rose,” the Doctor offered helpfully, as he ran his face in wide circles over the fabric covering her belly. He wasn’t helping her concentration - at all.
“Shirts. Off.” She said it quickly, as if rushing through the words made her request feel any less mental. Rose watched as the Doctor’s jaw clenched and his eyes smoldered, his lips twisting into a devilish grin. Yes, she was feeling very warm.
“Your wish is my command.”
Rough hands skimmed under Rose’s shirt to explore the softness enveloped within. The Doctor pushed the hem of her shirt up, exposing the creamy skin of her abdomen. Rose raised her arms so that he could more easily slide the material up and off.
With her stomach flipping, Rose fisted the Doctor’s wool jumper with both hands and drew it up over his head, the neck catching on one of his ears before she managed to pull it completely off. This struck Rose as funny, compelling her to spontaneously reach out and give his earlobe a tug. The gesture made the Doctor involuntarily shake out his shoulders with a shiver as a huge grin swept his face.
Ears - Check, she mused, tucking that information away, for later.
Bare shoulders and bare belly and a lacy lavender bra stopped the Doctor in his tracks, as he marveled at the translucency of her skin.
“Rose.” He spoke her name as if it was the only word that would ever properly fit the contours of his mouth again.
The Doctor circled her ribcage with his large hands and drew his face close to her torso. Until now, he’d only witnessed fleeting glances of her belly, peeking out from under the hem of a shirt that had ridden up, seemingly to torture him. His breath hitched as he absorbed the fact that she was allowing him - no, encouraging him - to really look at her, to touch her.
He eagerly surveyed this new, unchartered expanse of Rose’s skin. The Doctor staked his claim upon her with the sweep of his soft lips, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. His tongue darted out to probe a beauty mark he hadn’t previously realized Rose bore. She giggled at his delight, gently combing her fingers through his hair. His eyes sought out other hidden freckles kept secret by clothing, mapping them with his mouth and committing them to memory.
The flutter of the Doctor’s lips on her stomach and the vibrations from the device made Rose’s body hum with pleasure. With eyes rolling closed, she pressed him to action.
“Doctor - that was actually supposed to be a two-part request.”
“Was it now?” He chuckled low at that. “Tell us the second part and perhaps I’ll grant it.”
“M’ jeans. If you could just try - ”
“Granted!” he replied before she could even finish her sentence, dropping to his knees before her.
“Never say I’m not accommodating, Rose Tyler.”
“Yeah, you’re the Host with the Mo-ooost …” she keened as the Doctor and the whiz-bang both worked in tandem to undo her.
The Doctor unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zipper to half-mast, as it could go no further being blockaded by the frustrating device. Trying to help, Rose pried the two halves of her fly as far open as they would go, splitting herself for him as much as she was able. He groaned appreciatively as he pressed and dragged his mouth hungrily across the soft area of skin he found there.
His lips brushed against the periphery of her delicate hairline - brushed against the promise of dark curls, hidden beneath cotton knickers. Wave and kink he wanted to pet and stroke - to nuzzle with his cheek and to rake with his teeth.
As he laved his tongue along her pubic bone, Rose felt tiny shockwaves travel down to the entrance of her sex. As she shifted her hips, she could feel the moisture that already drenched her curls there, making them cluster into thick, glistening ringlets. Rose ached to have the Doctor give them a little tug - Oh yes, she would like that very much - as he parted her, exposing her slick pink within. A sound that began as a sigh upon her lips regenerated as a low, rumbling moan of exhaled breath.
The Doctor paused; his mouth went slack as he watched Rose’s face, transformed with pleasure. In his 900 years, he had never experienced anything - or anyone - quite as stimulating as a stimulated Rose Tyler. His own body was reacting in kind; he had never been this excited before about human sex. Or, not sex.
Dammit!
“Uhnn … Doctor. This is ohhhhh ….”
“Tell me, Rose,” he rasped, one hand moving to cup her face while the other propped his body to lean over her.
“Tell you?” She whispered seductively. She thought she knew, but she wanted him to say it out loud.
“I can’t touch you, but - I need to know how you feel. I need you to tell me.”
She could never deny her Doctor anything; she wasn’t going to start now.
“I’m so close, Doctor. So wet - ”
“Yes,” he hissed, his voice ragged, as he drew her closer to him.
“The seam of my jeans runs right along my slit, Doctor.” Rose could hear his small intake of breath at hearing her use that word. “Each time this … pulsates over me, that seam rubs me - ’s pressing into my clit.”
“What happens if you grind your hips, Rose?” he entreated huskily, the blue of his eyes now eclipsed by irises black as midnight. He brought his hands to her hips, guiding her to rotate them in slow, small circles. The Doctor pressed his length against her thigh; Rose could feel how hard he was and raised her leg to meet him with even greater pressure. He growled at the contact, pushing himself against her.
“S’good, Doctor - stronger. But I want it to be your fingers doing it - your tongue. I want your mouth on me, Doctor. I want …”
Hearing Rose speak so directly about her body and her desires began to drive the Doctor into a frenzy. Scattered thoughts about what he wanted to do to her - Oh, the sounds Rose would make! - drove the Doctor down the length of Rose’s body until his face was burrowed between her legs.
The Doctor’s chin vibrated from the pulsations of the device strapped firmly to Rose’s sex. He could feel the sensations rock the muscles in his jaw as the machine’s cadence rose and fell in fits and starts, its rhythm predetermined by an engineer in a lab, for greatest efficiency.
The Doctor wanted to rip the thing away from Rose’s body!
He was overwhelmed by his desire to control that which made her buck and writhe for him; he wanted to make her fully lose control - for him, and by his hands, alone. He wanted to set the pace, determine the speed - to drive the bloody ship! Wanted to build her up only to make her shatter around his fingers - his face - his cock. He thought he might go mad from wanting to touch Rose.
Making a decision, the Doctor gripped Rose by the hips, driving his face into the throbbing, ergonomic heart of his new nemesis: into the cold, metallic mound that hugged Rose where he most wanted to be. Pressing his mouth and chin into the device, he drove the vibrations into Rose’s sex. The added pressure made the vibrations double in strength. Rose jumped and squealed and panted into the Doctor’s neck. Liking her reaction, he tested her: he would ease off for a second only to grind back down in the next, circling and pressing himself into her.
The device rattled his teeth and numbed his cheeks, but it didn’t even register. This close, the Doctor could smell Rose’s juices dripping from her entrance; he could feel the dampness of denim under the heel of his palm. He brought his face down to the edge of the vibrating head, where its lip kissed Rose’s jeans. The Doctor burrowed his nose into the crevice, dragging his teeth along the denim there as if he might tear out a window for himself with his teeth.
Rose lifted her hips off the sofa to meet his face, thrust for thrust. She started to succumb to the sensations - to just let go and allow the buzzing, whirring, pulsing, pressing - FUCK! - to carry her up and away. She was SO CLOSE.
Rose didn’t know how she’d hung on this long ... until the reason came rushing back to her with another jolt of pleasure. Suddenly, she remembered the game and their deal.
He was SO not playing fair!
“Wait, Doctor!” Rose hands stretched blindly down the Doctor’s body, straining to reach the waistband of his jeans. She hooked her fingers into his belt loops and tried to draw him up to her.
He resisted her, not wanting to move away from his warm spot between her thighs.
“Doctor, you’re gonna make me come, and I haven’t even seen - I mean, you’re still completely dressed!” She panted, “Equals, remember? Equalssssssoooohhhhh …”
To Be Continued …
Next Chapter will be the conclusion - get ready!
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: ADULT - NSFW
Word Count: 1,605 w.
Betalicious: Big thanks to kilodalton for letting me whisper dirty words in her ear, and for helping me to make them sound even better.
Thank you, ahedonia , for prodding me to get this fic started again, after a such a long hiatus. Her scorching Nine writing is 100% responsible for inspiring me to write this fic, so I do what she tells me - and I don't ask questions.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were, I'd have shagged them both rotten, by now.
A/N: This story originally started as a string of drabbles, or drabblegasms as I called them, for the amusement of the lovely, randy folks over at bad_wolf_rising. scifiangel had posted a poster there that ultimately served to become my prompt. My intention was to write just a few drabbles, but it evolved (as it so often does) into a much longer fic.
Rose? Rose? Are you still ALIVE? Have the batteries run down yet, Love? No? I'm sorry to leave you suspended for so long ... let's give you some sexy.
** Sorry it's been so long, you guys.
Part 3 jumps right into the action, so if you'd like to refresh your memory, or you are reading this for the first time, please follow the links, below, for Part 1 and Part 2.
Excerpt: “Never say I’m not accommodating, Rose Tyler.”
Part 1 Part 2
Previously:
“Shut up!” Rose squeaked, adding, “You’re wicked.”
“Not wicked, Rose - never. Ultimate Good Guy, me. No, just a man who believes in symmetry.” He brought his mouth to the peak of her other breast; gave it a gentle suck. He pulled off of her nipple almost immediately to add, “We’re keeping things equal here, remember? Your rules, not mine.”
“My rules, yeah? Glad we haven’t forgotten that part.” Rose cut her eyes at him, adding a bit of a smirk.
“You have a rule for me, then?”
Oh, god, Rose thought. When he looks at me like that I can’t even think. Her head was buzzing, her pants were buzzing and she was starting to feel rather warm.
“Not a rule ’s much as a request. I want - ” she stammered, the color of her cheeks burning crimson.
“Yes, Rose,” the Doctor offered helpfully, as he ran his face in wide circles over the fabric covering her belly. He wasn’t helping her concentration - at all.
“Shirts. Off.” She said it quickly, as if rushing through the words made her request feel any less mental. Rose watched as the Doctor’s jaw clenched and his eyes smoldered, his lips twisting into a devilish grin. Yes, she was feeling very warm.
“Your wish is my command.”
Rough hands skimmed under Rose’s shirt to explore the softness enveloped within. The Doctor pushed the hem of her shirt up, exposing the creamy skin of her abdomen. Rose raised her arms so that he could more easily slide the material up and off.
With her stomach flipping, Rose fisted the Doctor’s wool jumper with both hands and drew it up over his head, the neck catching on one of his ears before she managed to pull it completely off. This struck Rose as funny, compelling her to spontaneously reach out and give his earlobe a tug. The gesture made the Doctor involuntarily shake out his shoulders with a shiver as a huge grin swept his face.
Ears - Check, she mused, tucking that information away, for later.
Bare shoulders and bare belly and a lacy lavender bra stopped the Doctor in his tracks, as he marveled at the translucency of her skin.
“Rose.” He spoke her name as if it was the only word that would ever properly fit the contours of his mouth again.
The Doctor circled her ribcage with his large hands and drew his face close to her torso. Until now, he’d only witnessed fleeting glances of her belly, peeking out from under the hem of a shirt that had ridden up, seemingly to torture him. His breath hitched as he absorbed the fact that she was allowing him - no, encouraging him - to really look at her, to touch her.
He eagerly surveyed this new, unchartered expanse of Rose’s skin. The Doctor staked his claim upon her with the sweep of his soft lips, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. His tongue darted out to probe a beauty mark he hadn’t previously realized Rose bore. She giggled at his delight, gently combing her fingers through his hair. His eyes sought out other hidden freckles kept secret by clothing, mapping them with his mouth and committing them to memory.
The flutter of the Doctor’s lips on her stomach and the vibrations from the device made Rose’s body hum with pleasure. With eyes rolling closed, she pressed him to action.
“Doctor - that was actually supposed to be a two-part request.”
“Was it now?” He chuckled low at that. “Tell us the second part and perhaps I’ll grant it.”
“M’ jeans. If you could just try - ”
“Granted!” he replied before she could even finish her sentence, dropping to his knees before her.
“Never say I’m not accommodating, Rose Tyler.”
“Yeah, you’re the Host with the Mo-ooost …” she keened as the Doctor and the whiz-bang both worked in tandem to undo her.
The Doctor unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zipper to half-mast, as it could go no further being blockaded by the frustrating device. Trying to help, Rose pried the two halves of her fly as far open as they would go, splitting herself for him as much as she was able. He groaned appreciatively as he pressed and dragged his mouth hungrily across the soft area of skin he found there.
His lips brushed against the periphery of her delicate hairline - brushed against the promise of dark curls, hidden beneath cotton knickers. Wave and kink he wanted to pet and stroke - to nuzzle with his cheek and to rake with his teeth.
As he laved his tongue along her pubic bone, Rose felt tiny shockwaves travel down to the entrance of her sex. As she shifted her hips, she could feel the moisture that already drenched her curls there, making them cluster into thick, glistening ringlets. Rose ached to have the Doctor give them a little tug - Oh yes, she would like that very much - as he parted her, exposing her slick pink within. A sound that began as a sigh upon her lips regenerated as a low, rumbling moan of exhaled breath.
The Doctor paused; his mouth went slack as he watched Rose’s face, transformed with pleasure. In his 900 years, he had never experienced anything - or anyone - quite as stimulating as a stimulated Rose Tyler. His own body was reacting in kind; he had never been this excited before about human sex. Or, not sex.
Dammit!
“Uhnn … Doctor. This is ohhhhh ….”
“Tell me, Rose,” he rasped, one hand moving to cup her face while the other propped his body to lean over her.
“Tell you?” She whispered seductively. She thought she knew, but she wanted him to say it out loud.
“I can’t touch you, but - I need to know how you feel. I need you to tell me.”
She could never deny her Doctor anything; she wasn’t going to start now.
“I’m so close, Doctor. So wet - ”
“Yes,” he hissed, his voice ragged, as he drew her closer to him.
“The seam of my jeans runs right along my slit, Doctor.” Rose could hear his small intake of breath at hearing her use that word. “Each time this … pulsates over me, that seam rubs me - ’s pressing into my clit.”
“What happens if you grind your hips, Rose?” he entreated huskily, the blue of his eyes now eclipsed by irises black as midnight. He brought his hands to her hips, guiding her to rotate them in slow, small circles. The Doctor pressed his length against her thigh; Rose could feel how hard he was and raised her leg to meet him with even greater pressure. He growled at the contact, pushing himself against her.
“S’good, Doctor - stronger. But I want it to be your fingers doing it - your tongue. I want your mouth on me, Doctor. I want …”
Hearing Rose speak so directly about her body and her desires began to drive the Doctor into a frenzy. Scattered thoughts about what he wanted to do to her - Oh, the sounds Rose would make! - drove the Doctor down the length of Rose’s body until his face was burrowed between her legs.
The Doctor’s chin vibrated from the pulsations of the device strapped firmly to Rose’s sex. He could feel the sensations rock the muscles in his jaw as the machine’s cadence rose and fell in fits and starts, its rhythm predetermined by an engineer in a lab, for greatest efficiency.
The Doctor wanted to rip the thing away from Rose’s body!
He was overwhelmed by his desire to control that which made her buck and writhe for him; he wanted to make her fully lose control - for him, and by his hands, alone. He wanted to set the pace, determine the speed - to drive the bloody ship! Wanted to build her up only to make her shatter around his fingers - his face - his cock. He thought he might go mad from wanting to touch Rose.
Making a decision, the Doctor gripped Rose by the hips, driving his face into the throbbing, ergonomic heart of his new nemesis: into the cold, metallic mound that hugged Rose where he most wanted to be. Pressing his mouth and chin into the device, he drove the vibrations into Rose’s sex. The added pressure made the vibrations double in strength. Rose jumped and squealed and panted into the Doctor’s neck. Liking her reaction, he tested her: he would ease off for a second only to grind back down in the next, circling and pressing himself into her.
The device rattled his teeth and numbed his cheeks, but it didn’t even register. This close, the Doctor could smell Rose’s juices dripping from her entrance; he could feel the dampness of denim under the heel of his palm. He brought his face down to the edge of the vibrating head, where its lip kissed Rose’s jeans. The Doctor burrowed his nose into the crevice, dragging his teeth along the denim there as if he might tear out a window for himself with his teeth.
Rose lifted her hips off the sofa to meet his face, thrust for thrust. She started to succumb to the sensations - to just let go and allow the buzzing, whirring, pulsing, pressing - FUCK! - to carry her up and away. She was SO CLOSE.
Rose didn’t know how she’d hung on this long ... until the reason came rushing back to her with another jolt of pleasure. Suddenly, she remembered the game and their deal.
He was SO not playing fair!
“Wait, Doctor!” Rose hands stretched blindly down the Doctor’s body, straining to reach the waistband of his jeans. She hooked her fingers into his belt loops and tried to draw him up to her.
He resisted her, not wanting to move away from his warm spot between her thighs.
“Doctor, you’re gonna make me come, and I haven’t even seen - I mean, you’re still completely dressed!” She panted, “Equals, remember? Equalssssssoooohhhhh …”
To Be Continued …
Next Chapter will be the conclusion - get ready!