Reunions - Part 4.5 (Possible extra scene - let me know if you think it should stay in!)
Title: Reunions Part 4.5 (The (mis)Adventures of the Captain and co. series)
Characters: The Captain (aka Rosie Harkness), Captain John Hart
Ratings: NC 17
Warnings: Het
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just borrow them. Rosie is all mine though.
Summary: Epic/AU Series fic. When a mysterious message brings the TARDIS back to Earth with a bang a secret from Jack's past threatens his new family.
Authors Notes: This DVD Extra scene is just before the Captain wakes up with the pheromone hangover of doom - well the Doctor did say a hot fevered night could be a symptom.... ;) Was worried it would read like a sex/NC 17 scene just for the sake of it though.
The Captain rarely dreamed. But tonight she did.
She could feel him slide into the bed beside her, feel the warmth of John’s skin as he pressed against her bare back and began to nibble on her shoulder. She pressed back against him, her hand reaching back to wrap through his hair tightly, pulling him up over her shoulder so she could reach to kiss him. His lips were firmer, not as soft or as fun to kiss as a girl and she could feel the faintest scratches of the stubble on his chin that would normally annoy her but tonight, just this once, she didn’t care.
She twisted in the bed, turning to face him and wrap herself in his arms without a care, pressing herself against him and feeling the new sensation of his cock pressing against her stomach. It felt more than a little wrong, revolting her on some level, the faintest tinge of borrowed memories stirring inside her at the sensation but for now she pushed them back, not caring. She kissed him hungrily, pushing him away in the bed then rolling to sit astride him, pulling back as she sat on his thighs, staring down at him with open curiosity.
She couldn’t resist running her fingers across his chest, marvelling at the difference to a woman’s. He was firm where she was used to softness and when she ran her fingers over his nipples it was almost a disappointment. When his hands reached up to her, cupping her breasts firmly and brushing calloused thumbs over her he was too rough, too harsh against her skin, he didn’t know how to respond to her reactions properly. But it was his face her fingers found next, brushing over sharp cheek bones as steel blue eyes gazed into hers so intensely.
She shivered as his fingers began to work their way over her breasts then slid down to her hips. He sat up, hastily pulling her into his embrace again and kissing her fiercely, his teeth nipping at her lip as she devoured him in return. Her pale arms slid over his back, her nails digging into his skin as she fought to pull him towards her, to be as close to him as possible. She could feel his hands on her back, sliding up her spine before wrapping themselves in her red curls, pulling her head back almost painfully before he began to kiss down her neck, nipping her skin where her shoulder began before sliding lower and biting into the soft curve of her shoulder. The Captain cried out but not exactly in pain, her nails raking harshly into his skin in return, enjoying the fire in her shoulder as she slid closer to him, his prick trapped between them.
She knew what she needed to do, the only way she could be as close to him as she wanted, as she needed to be. Pulling her hands back from him she pushed hard on his shoulders, forcing him to crash back down on the bed, his hands sliding down along her thighs instead as he watched her move. With a grin she raised herself up to kneel over him, shuffling forwards on the sheets until she was lined up above him on all fours. She watched as he reached down and took hold of his prick, steadying it as she lowered herself down slowly, gasping at the sensation of it pressing against her, rubbing over her slit, catching on her clit with enough pressure to make her moan softly.
She eased herself down carefully, pacing herself as she let him push into her by slow inches, impaling herself on him at her own pace. It seemed to take forever before he was completely in her and she stopped, staring down at him with unseeing eyes for a moment as she adjusted. She lifted up experimentally before letting herself slam back down onto him, enjoying the groan she elicited from those firm lips as she did so. Grinning she began to fuck him slowly, getting used to the sensation of his warm cock sliding in and out of her as his hands reached up to play with her breasts. Normally she wasn’t too bothered about penetration but tonight all she wanted was him as deep in her as possible. And as hard as possible.
As she picked up the pace she quickly became frustrated, unable to go as fast as she wanted, needing something else. With a grin he knew, before she had even finished the thought herself, and with a soft squeal she laughed as he grabbed her, pulling her down tightly to him before rolling her over onto her back, crushing her beneath him. She chuckled as she spread her legs wider, wrapping herself around him as her arms clung to his back, nails digging into his skin again as he began to slam hard into her, fucking her with a strength that took her by surprise.
She held on tight as he began to nibble on her shoulder again, his breath harsh in her ear as she likewise dug her teeth into his skin, one hand snaking down his back to grab his arse tightly, pushing down with him as though trying to add her strength to his own. She scratched him hard as he pounded into her, pulling her legs up higher as she tried to angle him even deeper into her. His arms wrapped themselves under hers, pulling him so tightly into her she felt as though they would melt together. She bit down hard on his skin, screaming as the pain and pleasure mixed and she came so hard, feeling herself shake and clench around him even as he speeded up, hastening his own climax.
She carried on holding tight as he gripped her shoulders so fiercely she could feel herself bruising under his fingertips and he cried out loudly in her ear, warmth shooting into her as he came inside her, filling her. Even before his cry had faded though she felt something change, the warmth vanishing as he somehow became lighter, insubstantial and...
...with a startled cry she sat up in the bed, breathing hard as though from a nightmare, her hearts pounding. In confusion she quickly turned on the lights, her fingertips brushing over coral walls as she did so. Her room. On the TARDIS. She was alone and still in her nightshirt. Hesitantly she slid her hand down between her legs and sighed. She was damp, and horny as hell, but it really had just been a dream no matter how real it had felt. A very vivid, very horny, very intense dream but just a dream. A frustrated groan escaped her lips as she lay back down and the face from her dream returned to her. John. Why was she having erotic dreams about some strange man from a bar? She never usually had any attraction to men and certainly hadn’t had anything close to one of those fantasies since she was a teenager.
She couldn’t help absentmindedly letting her fingers stroke over her lips and brush against her clit as she thought of the dream, finally giving in and beginning to rub in earnest as she tried to exorcise the image of him from her mind. As her orgasm built in record time she bit her lip hard and fought down the confusion inside her and instead gave in to the images in her head, shuddering as she came thinking of him. Exhausted she rolled over again, letting sleep start to claim her and trying not to wonder what it all meant.
Continue to Part 5
Characters: The Captain (aka Rosie Harkness), Captain John Hart
Ratings: NC 17
Warnings: Het
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just borrow them. Rosie is all mine though.
Summary: Epic/AU Series fic. When a mysterious message brings the TARDIS back to Earth with a bang a secret from Jack's past threatens his new family.
Authors Notes: This DVD Extra scene is just before the Captain wakes up with the pheromone hangover of doom - well the Doctor did say a hot fevered night could be a symptom.... ;) Was worried it would read like a sex/NC 17 scene just for the sake of it though.
The Captain rarely dreamed. But tonight she did.
She could feel him slide into the bed beside her, feel the warmth of John’s skin as he pressed against her bare back and began to nibble on her shoulder. She pressed back against him, her hand reaching back to wrap through his hair tightly, pulling him up over her shoulder so she could reach to kiss him. His lips were firmer, not as soft or as fun to kiss as a girl and she could feel the faintest scratches of the stubble on his chin that would normally annoy her but tonight, just this once, she didn’t care.
She twisted in the bed, turning to face him and wrap herself in his arms without a care, pressing herself against him and feeling the new sensation of his cock pressing against her stomach. It felt more than a little wrong, revolting her on some level, the faintest tinge of borrowed memories stirring inside her at the sensation but for now she pushed them back, not caring. She kissed him hungrily, pushing him away in the bed then rolling to sit astride him, pulling back as she sat on his thighs, staring down at him with open curiosity.
She couldn’t resist running her fingers across his chest, marvelling at the difference to a woman’s. He was firm where she was used to softness and when she ran her fingers over his nipples it was almost a disappointment. When his hands reached up to her, cupping her breasts firmly and brushing calloused thumbs over her he was too rough, too harsh against her skin, he didn’t know how to respond to her reactions properly. But it was his face her fingers found next, brushing over sharp cheek bones as steel blue eyes gazed into hers so intensely.
She shivered as his fingers began to work their way over her breasts then slid down to her hips. He sat up, hastily pulling her into his embrace again and kissing her fiercely, his teeth nipping at her lip as she devoured him in return. Her pale arms slid over his back, her nails digging into his skin as she fought to pull him towards her, to be as close to him as possible. She could feel his hands on her back, sliding up her spine before wrapping themselves in her red curls, pulling her head back almost painfully before he began to kiss down her neck, nipping her skin where her shoulder began before sliding lower and biting into the soft curve of her shoulder. The Captain cried out but not exactly in pain, her nails raking harshly into his skin in return, enjoying the fire in her shoulder as she slid closer to him, his prick trapped between them.
She knew what she needed to do, the only way she could be as close to him as she wanted, as she needed to be. Pulling her hands back from him she pushed hard on his shoulders, forcing him to crash back down on the bed, his hands sliding down along her thighs instead as he watched her move. With a grin she raised herself up to kneel over him, shuffling forwards on the sheets until she was lined up above him on all fours. She watched as he reached down and took hold of his prick, steadying it as she lowered herself down slowly, gasping at the sensation of it pressing against her, rubbing over her slit, catching on her clit with enough pressure to make her moan softly.
She eased herself down carefully, pacing herself as she let him push into her by slow inches, impaling herself on him at her own pace. It seemed to take forever before he was completely in her and she stopped, staring down at him with unseeing eyes for a moment as she adjusted. She lifted up experimentally before letting herself slam back down onto him, enjoying the groan she elicited from those firm lips as she did so. Grinning she began to fuck him slowly, getting used to the sensation of his warm cock sliding in and out of her as his hands reached up to play with her breasts. Normally she wasn’t too bothered about penetration but tonight all she wanted was him as deep in her as possible. And as hard as possible.
As she picked up the pace she quickly became frustrated, unable to go as fast as she wanted, needing something else. With a grin he knew, before she had even finished the thought herself, and with a soft squeal she laughed as he grabbed her, pulling her down tightly to him before rolling her over onto her back, crushing her beneath him. She chuckled as she spread her legs wider, wrapping herself around him as her arms clung to his back, nails digging into his skin again as he began to slam hard into her, fucking her with a strength that took her by surprise.
She held on tight as he began to nibble on her shoulder again, his breath harsh in her ear as she likewise dug her teeth into his skin, one hand snaking down his back to grab his arse tightly, pushing down with him as though trying to add her strength to his own. She scratched him hard as he pounded into her, pulling her legs up higher as she tried to angle him even deeper into her. His arms wrapped themselves under hers, pulling him so tightly into her she felt as though they would melt together. She bit down hard on his skin, screaming as the pain and pleasure mixed and she came so hard, feeling herself shake and clench around him even as he speeded up, hastening his own climax.
She carried on holding tight as he gripped her shoulders so fiercely she could feel herself bruising under his fingertips and he cried out loudly in her ear, warmth shooting into her as he came inside her, filling her. Even before his cry had faded though she felt something change, the warmth vanishing as he somehow became lighter, insubstantial and...
...with a startled cry she sat up in the bed, breathing hard as though from a nightmare, her hearts pounding. In confusion she quickly turned on the lights, her fingertips brushing over coral walls as she did so. Her room. On the TARDIS. She was alone and still in her nightshirt. Hesitantly she slid her hand down between her legs and sighed. She was damp, and horny as hell, but it really had just been a dream no matter how real it had felt. A very vivid, very horny, very intense dream but just a dream. A frustrated groan escaped her lips as she lay back down and the face from her dream returned to her. John. Why was she having erotic dreams about some strange man from a bar? She never usually had any attraction to men and certainly hadn’t had anything close to one of those fantasies since she was a teenager.
She couldn’t help absentmindedly letting her fingers stroke over her lips and brush against her clit as she thought of the dream, finally giving in and beginning to rub in earnest as she tried to exorcise the image of him from her mind. As her orgasm built in record time she bit her lip hard and fought down the confusion inside her and instead gave in to the images in her head, shuddering as she came thinking of him. Exhausted she rolled over again, letting sleep start to claim her and trying not to wonder what it all meant.
Continue to Part 5