Fic: Voyeur, Interrupted (1/1)
Title: Voyeur, Interrupted (1/1)
Author: momdaegmorgan - My master fic list
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Thanks to: uliamos for the last minute, fill-in beta work and to ladychi for the title.
Author's Note: For wiggiemomsi for bidding on me in the Support Stacie Author Auction. No prompts on this one.
It was never his intent to spy on her. He wasn’t a voyeur. Wasn’t some dirty, old man.
But the noises coming from her room…fantastic, delectable noises. Noises of pleasure.
Want. Need. Desire.
Noises he heard rising up in his own throat every night after she’d gone to sleep. Cock grasped in trembling fingers.
His feet moved forward of their own volition, bringing him closer.
And closer.
The door was open a crack. Just enough for him to gaze inside. For his eyes to dart around the room before landing on her bed. Slowly crawling up her body.
Past toes curling in the duvet and calf muscles tightened in anticipation.
Beyond knees bent and slightly parted.
Along creamy, pale thighs.
Stopping, pausing, drinking in the sight of her hand touching her center. Skin slick with desire. Moving freely, quickly in a rhythm his hips adopted, thrusting forward into his own hand.
Finally dragging up further, mapping the curves of her hips, her waist, the flat of her stomach. Her naked breasts.
Up past pert, rosy nipples. Up to her neck, her lips…
Her eyes. Staring straight at him. Watching him.
Watching him watching her.
Beckoning for him to join her.
Author: momdaegmorgan - My master fic list
Rating: Adult
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Thanks to: uliamos for the last minute, fill-in beta work and to ladychi for the title.
Author's Note: For wiggiemomsi for bidding on me in the Support Stacie Author Auction. No prompts on this one.
It was never his intent to spy on her. He wasn’t a voyeur. Wasn’t some dirty, old man.
But the noises coming from her room…fantastic, delectable noises. Noises of pleasure.
Want. Need. Desire.
Noises he heard rising up in his own throat every night after she’d gone to sleep. Cock grasped in trembling fingers.
His feet moved forward of their own volition, bringing him closer.
And closer.
The door was open a crack. Just enough for him to gaze inside. For his eyes to dart around the room before landing on her bed. Slowly crawling up her body.
Past toes curling in the duvet and calf muscles tightened in anticipation.
Beyond knees bent and slightly parted.
Along creamy, pale thighs.
Stopping, pausing, drinking in the sight of her hand touching her center. Skin slick with desire. Moving freely, quickly in a rhythm his hips adopted, thrusting forward into his own hand.
Finally dragging up further, mapping the curves of her hips, her waist, the flat of her stomach. Her naked breasts.
Up past pert, rosy nipples. Up to her neck, her lips…
Her eyes. Staring straight at him. Watching him.
Watching him watching her.
Beckoning for him to join her.