Fic: The Great Equalizer (2/4, Nine/Rose, ADULT)
Title: The Great Equalizer
Author: zazie11
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: ADULT
Word Count: 967 w.
Beta: Tremendous thanks to kilodalton for letting me whisper dirty words in her ear all week, and for helping me to make them sound even better. Also big thanks to bratflorida for her smutty encouragement when I started to lose my way with this. Any and all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I've got nothin.' Zilch. Nada. Bupkis. You can have bupkis if you want, but please leave me zilch.
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.
I was going to wrap it all up in one, additional chapter. I found this week that the Doctor and Rose clearly have other ideas, foiling my neat, 2-part plan. They are demanding more time, more action - and thus, more chapters!
Sorry to tease - blame the whiz-bang.
Excerpt: “If we can’t take your pants off, we’re gonna have to get creative,” the Doctor said silkily, dragging his teeth along her shoulder. “Gonna have to think outside of the box, Rose Tyler.”
Read Part 1
Previously:
The Doctor slowly came to realize what she wanted.
“Wanna see you to touch yourself, Doctor - wanna watch you make yourself come. Want us to come- ”
“ - together?” He suggested, finishing her sentence for her. Oh yes, the Doctor reflected, he was a man who could finish something Rose started.
“Yep.” Now he was getting it.
“Equals?” he offered, Time Lord “poker-face” revealing nothing.
“Yep.” Rose countered, tilting her face up flash him a cheeky grin.
Rose Tyler, the Great Equalizer. Rose Tyler, his Benevolent Emancipator. He could travel with her to the end of the Universe and back, but this girl would never cease to surprise him - his beautiful, clever girl.
“Fantastic!” The Doctor grinned back as he reached to cup Rose’s face with both hands.
Time Lords were nothing if not innovative, the Doctor mused as he drew his face back to look at Rose.
Right. Time to be impressive.
Read Part 1
- - -
The Doctor’s smile faded just then, and Rose witnessed what seemed like a switch flipping in him - if she had blinked, she might’ve missed it.
“Doctor?”
It swept up through his features, lifting his jutting chin and setting his mouth firm. His penetrating blue eyes, now boring into hers, spoke of his overwhelming hunger - of his raw need.
“Doctor?” Rose swallowed, feeling a bit breathless under the weight of his stare.
Just like that, his face switched again, his lips curling into a wicked grin. It was all there in his features, like he was showing his hand to her.
A little bit dangerous … a little bit predatory … and sexy. Blimey, he was dead-sexy.
It was a flash of the Time Lord.
It completely turned her on.
“I’ve told you before, girl.” The Doctor leaned in to whisper in her ear, his voice dark. The sensation of his breath on her skin sent shivers down Rose’s spine. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Rose closed her eyes to the rumble of the Doctor’s humming lips against her neck and the device’s humming head against her sex. The combined sensations sent Rose’s hips pivoting in small crazy-eights as a quivering sigh fell from her lips. She brought her hand to the Doctor’s shoulder for stability - and leverage.
“Is that little machine giving you trouble, then?” The Doctor growled a smile against her throat, before pulling back to take in Rose’s expression.
“Ahhh, s’not a problem, ‘xactly - ” Rose exhaled, her eyes still shut tight. She didn’t need to see his face to know that he was stalking her with his eyes; Rose could hear it in the controlled purr of his voice.
“I imagine those pants are giving you a bit of trouble right about now though, aren’t they?” He chuckled, his tone husky.
He brought both his hands down to cup her knees, giving them a firm squeeze before he set his fingers in motion again. Rose could feel the blunt edges of his fingernails scraping against fabric as he dragged them up the length of her denim-clad thighs. He was shredding her ability to think coherently.
“A bit, yeah,” was all Rose could manage, the sound tight from the effort of trying to keep her voice even. The Doctor was like a cat with a ball of string - winding her up and unraveling her, all at once.
“Just a bit?” She could hear the smirk in his voice, the smoothness. Oh, yes - definitely unraveling and this smug little - Well, he wasn’t even ruffled, and he wanted her to hear that. She pinched the meat of his shoulder between her fingers, in retaliation.
When Rose had discovered the mysterious device - or, rather, when it had discovered her - she had been fully clothed - was still completely clothed.
Initially, Rose thought having pants on might help her situation … would be a buffer between her center and the deviant little whiz-bang.
WRONG.
The friction of denim and cotton rubbing against her slit only added to the heat rising in her core. Slippery wetness drenched the fabric as Rose began ride the blips and bleeps of electric sex, sending her skittering over the gravel in the Doctor’s aroused voice.
“If we can’t take your pants off, we’re gonna have to get creative,” the Doctor said silkily, dragging his teeth along her shoulder. “Gonna have to think outside of the box, Rose Tyler.”
“You are gonna get such … ahhh … slap!” Her eyes shot open at that, a nervous giggle rising in her chest as she brought her hand down to grip, rather than slap, his arm. Her fingers shook with anticipation; to hide the tremble, she dug her nails into his flesh.
His grin only grew wider.
He pounced on her then, stopping Rose’s laughter in her throat and converting it into a strangled squeal. Rose felt like he was everywhere, all at once: hands on her hips, hungrily tucking in to nibble her waist and ribs and the underside of a breast. The Doctor dipped down and drew a breast into his mouth, taking Rose’s shirt and bra with it. He sucked her nipple firmly, pulling it through his teeth, soaking her shirt with his saliva. He felt her nipple harden, captured between his tongue and palate.
Rose bit her lip to keep from yelping out her pleasure as the Doctor’s mouth on her breast sent a jolt straight down to her sex. The whiz-bang answered back with it’s own enthusiastic zzzzzzzip!
The Doctor released his hold on her nipple to pull his face back and blow cool breath across her breast, chilling the skin under the wet circle on her shirt. Rose’s nipple strained at the damp fabric, as if it was eagerly trying to find its way back home to the Doctor’s mouth.
“Hello,” the Doctor murmured, speaking directly to Rose’s perky bud before looking up her torso to make eye contact with her. “I’ve heard these travel in pairs.”
“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 - ”
To Be Continued …
GO TO PART 3
The Doctor unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zipper to half-mast; it could go no further, blockaded, as it was, 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 ...
Author: zazie11
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: ADULT
Word Count: 967 w.
Beta: Tremendous thanks to kilodalton for letting me whisper dirty words in her ear all week, and for helping me to make them sound even better. Also big thanks to bratflorida for her smutty encouragement when I started to lose my way with this. Any and all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I've got nothin.' Zilch. Nada. Bupkis. You can have bupkis if you want, but please leave me zilch.
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.
I was going to wrap it all up in one, additional chapter. I found this week that the Doctor and Rose clearly have other ideas, foiling my neat, 2-part plan. They are demanding more time, more action - and thus, more chapters!
Sorry to tease - blame the whiz-bang.
Excerpt: “If we can’t take your pants off, we’re gonna have to get creative,” the Doctor said silkily, dragging his teeth along her shoulder. “Gonna have to think outside of the box, Rose Tyler.”
Read Part 1
Previously:
The Doctor slowly came to realize what she wanted.
“Wanna see you to touch yourself, Doctor - wanna watch you make yourself come. Want us to come- ”
“ - together?” He suggested, finishing her sentence for her. Oh yes, the Doctor reflected, he was a man who could finish something Rose started.
“Yep.” Now he was getting it.
“Equals?” he offered, Time Lord “poker-face” revealing nothing.
“Yep.” Rose countered, tilting her face up flash him a cheeky grin.
Rose Tyler, the Great Equalizer. Rose Tyler, his Benevolent Emancipator. He could travel with her to the end of the Universe and back, but this girl would never cease to surprise him - his beautiful, clever girl.
“Fantastic!” The Doctor grinned back as he reached to cup Rose’s face with both hands.
Time Lords were nothing if not innovative, the Doctor mused as he drew his face back to look at Rose.
Right. Time to be impressive.
Read Part 1
- - -
The Doctor’s smile faded just then, and Rose witnessed what seemed like a switch flipping in him - if she had blinked, she might’ve missed it.
“Doctor?”
It swept up through his features, lifting his jutting chin and setting his mouth firm. His penetrating blue eyes, now boring into hers, spoke of his overwhelming hunger - of his raw need.
“Doctor?” Rose swallowed, feeling a bit breathless under the weight of his stare.
Just like that, his face switched again, his lips curling into a wicked grin. It was all there in his features, like he was showing his hand to her.
A little bit dangerous … a little bit predatory … and sexy. Blimey, he was dead-sexy.
It was a flash of the Time Lord.
It completely turned her on.
“I’ve told you before, girl.” The Doctor leaned in to whisper in her ear, his voice dark. The sensation of his breath on her skin sent shivers down Rose’s spine. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Rose closed her eyes to the rumble of the Doctor’s humming lips against her neck and the device’s humming head against her sex. The combined sensations sent Rose’s hips pivoting in small crazy-eights as a quivering sigh fell from her lips. She brought her hand to the Doctor’s shoulder for stability - and leverage.
“Is that little machine giving you trouble, then?” The Doctor growled a smile against her throat, before pulling back to take in Rose’s expression.
“Ahhh, s’not a problem, ‘xactly - ” Rose exhaled, her eyes still shut tight. She didn’t need to see his face to know that he was stalking her with his eyes; Rose could hear it in the controlled purr of his voice.
“I imagine those pants are giving you a bit of trouble right about now though, aren’t they?” He chuckled, his tone husky.
He brought both his hands down to cup her knees, giving them a firm squeeze before he set his fingers in motion again. Rose could feel the blunt edges of his fingernails scraping against fabric as he dragged them up the length of her denim-clad thighs. He was shredding her ability to think coherently.
“A bit, yeah,” was all Rose could manage, the sound tight from the effort of trying to keep her voice even. The Doctor was like a cat with a ball of string - winding her up and unraveling her, all at once.
“Just a bit?” She could hear the smirk in his voice, the smoothness. Oh, yes - definitely unraveling and this smug little - Well, he wasn’t even ruffled, and he wanted her to hear that. She pinched the meat of his shoulder between her fingers, in retaliation.
When Rose had discovered the mysterious device - or, rather, when it had discovered her - she had been fully clothed - was still completely clothed.
Initially, Rose thought having pants on might help her situation … would be a buffer between her center and the deviant little whiz-bang.
WRONG.
The friction of denim and cotton rubbing against her slit only added to the heat rising in her core. Slippery wetness drenched the fabric as Rose began ride the blips and bleeps of electric sex, sending her skittering over the gravel in the Doctor’s aroused voice.
“If we can’t take your pants off, we’re gonna have to get creative,” the Doctor said silkily, dragging his teeth along her shoulder. “Gonna have to think outside of the box, Rose Tyler.”
“You are gonna get such … ahhh … slap!” Her eyes shot open at that, a nervous giggle rising in her chest as she brought her hand down to grip, rather than slap, his arm. Her fingers shook with anticipation; to hide the tremble, she dug her nails into his flesh.
His grin only grew wider.
He pounced on her then, stopping Rose’s laughter in her throat and converting it into a strangled squeal. Rose felt like he was everywhere, all at once: hands on her hips, hungrily tucking in to nibble her waist and ribs and the underside of a breast. The Doctor dipped down and drew a breast into his mouth, taking Rose’s shirt and bra with it. He sucked her nipple firmly, pulling it through his teeth, soaking her shirt with his saliva. He felt her nipple harden, captured between his tongue and palate.
Rose bit her lip to keep from yelping out her pleasure as the Doctor’s mouth on her breast sent a jolt straight down to her sex. The whiz-bang answered back with it’s own enthusiastic zzzzzzzip!
The Doctor released his hold on her nipple to pull his face back and blow cool breath across her breast, chilling the skin under the wet circle on her shirt. Rose’s nipple strained at the damp fabric, as if it was eagerly trying to find its way back home to the Doctor’s mouth.
“Hello,” the Doctor murmured, speaking directly to Rose’s perky bud before looking up her torso to make eye contact with her. “I’ve heard these travel in pairs.”
“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 - ”
To Be Continued …
GO TO PART 3
The Doctor unbuttoned her jeans and tugged the zipper to half-mast; it could go no further, blockaded, as it was, 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 ...