fic 020.
Blackpool/Doctor Who | Lying There at the Tips of Your Toes, Peter Carlisle/Rose Tyler, adult.
For mylittlepwny at the Vag Fest, prompt: 5 times Peter Carlisle masturbated after meeting Rose Tyler, and one time he didn't have to.
Peter made a clumsy attempt to clean the brown river he'd created with wafer thin napkins but kept his eyes trained across the diner ( Read more... )
For mylittlepwny at the Vag Fest, prompt: 5 times Peter Carlisle masturbated after meeting Rose Tyler, and one time he didn't have to.
Peter made a clumsy attempt to clean the brown river he'd created with wafer thin napkins but kept his eyes trained across the diner ( Read more... )
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BRB, REREADING.
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BRB STILL WAITING FOR YOUR EPIC COMMENT.
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Peter made a clumsy attempt to clean the brown river he'd created with wafer thin napkins but kept his eyes trained across the diner as she crossed her legs underneath the table, dark stockinged thighs rubbing together, almost deliberately teasing him with the friction.
TIGHTS. WHATTTTTTTTTT. You know I am normally like, wtf Who Team, get Rose's legs out into the open as OFTEN AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE sans any sort of artificial covering and NOW, but thissssss, this this this, with the crossing and the slip sliding I can practically hear and the teeeeaaasing she is doing from ACROSS THE ROOM, I see your creepster super hearing is in TOP FORM tonight, Peter, and DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU DO TO ME ALREADY, SO EARLY ON? I'm all aflutter over TIGHTS, and things have BARELY BEGUN.
His greedy eyes journeyed down to where she played with one high heel, sliding her foot in and out of it in a horribly distracting manner.
NO ONE PLAYS WITH THEIR SHOES LIKE ROSE TYLER.
Except for Billie, BUT WE ALL KNOW HER SECRET.
Curling ( ... )
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She frowned, and shook her head. But she said, "Rose", before walking out the door with the bell chiming long after she'd left.
"Rose", he repeated on a hot breath, legs quivering beneath his sheets as he remembered the way her mouth moved around his name.
First of all: THEY ARE ALWAYS ASKING FOR HER NAMME.
It breaks me and heals me ~all at once~ and oh, I could listen to it happen forever.
Second of all: ROSE.
Her name's like a souped up version of viagra. It works every time.
His coat bellowed out behind him as he grinned at her, keeping in step as she walked over the wooden planks, high heels sounding like the headboard of a bed hitting a wall.
So, can I talk about this visual for about a year? Because I want to. And I could. And I might. Sexy as fucking hell.
Which can't be as bad as it sounds. Dean was probs just remembering it wrong, because of the torture.
She rolled her eyes towards the pink beehive on a stick and shook her head. "You're a bit crooked ( ... )
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