Fic; Lust
First in the Seven Deadly Sins series, basically just an excuse for a smutfest, muhahaha!!
Title; Lust
Genre; 9th Doctor/Rose
Rating; Adult
Summary; Smut; need I say anymore?
Chapter; 1/7
Completed; Yes
Chapter 1;
Lust.
Noun
1. intense sexual desire or appetite.
2. uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness.
3. a passionate or overmastering desire or craving (usually fol. by for): a lust for power.
4. ardent enthusiasm; zest; relish: an enviable lust for life.
5. Obsolete.
a. pleasure or delight.
b. desire; inclination; wish.
Verb
6. to have intense sexual desire.
7. to have a yearning or desire; have a strong or excessive craving (often fol. by for or after).
The bar was crowded with beings from more planets that he could care to name. There was an Argolin stood next to him at the bar, nursing his drink. His two tone hair sculpted back into a sort of small beehive. Over in the far corner was a Mentor huggled in discussion with a Sycorax. The Doctor kept a close eye on them, Mentor’s were typically involved in slave trading and arms dealing, he didn’t think for a second that they were discussing the weather. The barman was a very handsome tree from the forest of Cheem, he was chatting, being amiable with all the clientele, typical barman really found all over the universe, only this one was a tree of course. Up on the stage were a couple of Cats, gyrating to the music, wearing a lot less than the Sisters of Plenitude.
It wasn’t a very large place, just a long bar up against one wall. With shelves of spirits from all over the universe if you had the money. Behind that were mirrors, he could see his reflection and that of the Argolin next to him. Their eyes met for a second and the Argolin gave him a slight wink, the Doctor shot him a *don’t even think about it* look and turned away, looking back to the dance floor. The dance floor was an octagon shape, not very big; with a four armed DJ on a small stage off to the left. To the right was the stage with the feline pole dancers. Surrounding the dance floor were small booths with tables, each filled with various different beings. The Mentor and Sycorax were in one, a rather romantically inclined (and that was a polite way of putting it) blue couple were in the next, glued to each others faces. The next one contained a rather excitable young man who was sticking credits into the thong of the Cat providing him with a lap dance, she kept slapping his hands away whenever he tried to touch her, pointing to the *no touching* sign on the wall.
Rose was on the dance floor, jigging about with Jack. The Doctor had to admit that Jack certainly had some moves, it just grated him that he was sat at the bar watching them doing a very good impression of being a *couple*. Rose had tried to drag him up there too but, well, dancing in a seedy disco next to the restaurant at the end of the universe wasn’t his kind of thing. He liked to do his *dancing* in private……. Music was pounding out, the bass beating in time to his heart beats, thumping into his mind. The Doctor watched Jack pull Rose into a particularly provocative position and his jaw set. He turned around and drained his Argolin Whisky and slammed the glass down on the bar with a bang, summoned the barman with a wave of a finger and told him to fill it up. It grated him that Rose was dancing with Jack like that. She looked absolutely divine, her hair was cascading down her shoulders, she had a silver dress which shimmered under the lights. It clung to each of her curves, accentuating her figure in all the right places. It was very short, almost indecent, and very low cut, enhancing her cleavage and was backless almost down to her buttocks, with just two thin straps on her shoulders. She had been rather liberal with the body glitter and the end result was a rather sexy, sparkling goddess in high heels.
Jack pulled her close now and placed his hands on her bottom. He was looking into Rose’s eyes and had a very sensual look on his face. Rose was positively flirting with him, grinding her groin in Jack’s as they danced. She stole a look across towards where the Doctor was sat and gave him a sly smile; the tip of her tongue between her teeth. The Doctor couldn’t help groaning and closed his eyes. His mind was filled with images of him holding Rose like that, dancing with her in that way. He shivered and opened his eyes, forcing the image from him mind. Don’t even go there he told himself. It was hard enough trying to ignore the spark that he felt whenever he was close to Rose, the electricity that seemed to flow through them both whenever she took his hand. She was his companion, nothing more, his friend. There was no way he was going to get involved with a human woman.
It was just too difficult, painful, to even think about. He’d seen and shared his own fathers’ grief when his mother, a human, grew old and died. Gallifreyans, with their long lifespan, were condemned to watch their spouses wither away whenever they took a non Gallifreyan for a mate, as his father had done. He remembered his mother laying in bed, dying, her last breaths rasping out of her lungs, an old grey woman of 115. His father had done everything he could to lengthen her lifespan, summoned the best doctors on Gallifrey. But in the end there was nothing to be done, and his father had laid on the bed next to her, a young man in his prime, cradling his frail wife as she had told him that she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The Doctor looked back at Rose, he loved her without a doubt, but in the end she would leave him, sooner or later. Far better to keep his feelings to himself and keep things as they were.
Title; Lust
Genre; 9th Doctor/Rose
Rating; Adult
Summary; Smut; need I say anymore?
Chapter; 1/7
Completed; Yes
Chapter 1;
Lust.
Noun
1. intense sexual desire or appetite.
2. uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness.
3. a passionate or overmastering desire or craving (usually fol. by for): a lust for power.
4. ardent enthusiasm; zest; relish: an enviable lust for life.
5. Obsolete.
a. pleasure or delight.
b. desire; inclination; wish.
Verb
6. to have intense sexual desire.
7. to have a yearning or desire; have a strong or excessive craving (often fol. by for or after).
The bar was crowded with beings from more planets that he could care to name. There was an Argolin stood next to him at the bar, nursing his drink. His two tone hair sculpted back into a sort of small beehive. Over in the far corner was a Mentor huggled in discussion with a Sycorax. The Doctor kept a close eye on them, Mentor’s were typically involved in slave trading and arms dealing, he didn’t think for a second that they were discussing the weather. The barman was a very handsome tree from the forest of Cheem, he was chatting, being amiable with all the clientele, typical barman really found all over the universe, only this one was a tree of course. Up on the stage were a couple of Cats, gyrating to the music, wearing a lot less than the Sisters of Plenitude.
It wasn’t a very large place, just a long bar up against one wall. With shelves of spirits from all over the universe if you had the money. Behind that were mirrors, he could see his reflection and that of the Argolin next to him. Their eyes met for a second and the Argolin gave him a slight wink, the Doctor shot him a *don’t even think about it* look and turned away, looking back to the dance floor. The dance floor was an octagon shape, not very big; with a four armed DJ on a small stage off to the left. To the right was the stage with the feline pole dancers. Surrounding the dance floor were small booths with tables, each filled with various different beings. The Mentor and Sycorax were in one, a rather romantically inclined (and that was a polite way of putting it) blue couple were in the next, glued to each others faces. The next one contained a rather excitable young man who was sticking credits into the thong of the Cat providing him with a lap dance, she kept slapping his hands away whenever he tried to touch her, pointing to the *no touching* sign on the wall.
Rose was on the dance floor, jigging about with Jack. The Doctor had to admit that Jack certainly had some moves, it just grated him that he was sat at the bar watching them doing a very good impression of being a *couple*. Rose had tried to drag him up there too but, well, dancing in a seedy disco next to the restaurant at the end of the universe wasn’t his kind of thing. He liked to do his *dancing* in private……. Music was pounding out, the bass beating in time to his heart beats, thumping into his mind. The Doctor watched Jack pull Rose into a particularly provocative position and his jaw set. He turned around and drained his Argolin Whisky and slammed the glass down on the bar with a bang, summoned the barman with a wave of a finger and told him to fill it up. It grated him that Rose was dancing with Jack like that. She looked absolutely divine, her hair was cascading down her shoulders, she had a silver dress which shimmered under the lights. It clung to each of her curves, accentuating her figure in all the right places. It was very short, almost indecent, and very low cut, enhancing her cleavage and was backless almost down to her buttocks, with just two thin straps on her shoulders. She had been rather liberal with the body glitter and the end result was a rather sexy, sparkling goddess in high heels.
Jack pulled her close now and placed his hands on her bottom. He was looking into Rose’s eyes and had a very sensual look on his face. Rose was positively flirting with him, grinding her groin in Jack’s as they danced. She stole a look across towards where the Doctor was sat and gave him a sly smile; the tip of her tongue between her teeth. The Doctor couldn’t help groaning and closed his eyes. His mind was filled with images of him holding Rose like that, dancing with her in that way. He shivered and opened his eyes, forcing the image from him mind. Don’t even go there he told himself. It was hard enough trying to ignore the spark that he felt whenever he was close to Rose, the electricity that seemed to flow through them both whenever she took his hand. She was his companion, nothing more, his friend. There was no way he was going to get involved with a human woman.
It was just too difficult, painful, to even think about. He’d seen and shared his own fathers’ grief when his mother, a human, grew old and died. Gallifreyans, with their long lifespan, were condemned to watch their spouses wither away whenever they took a non Gallifreyan for a mate, as his father had done. He remembered his mother laying in bed, dying, her last breaths rasping out of her lungs, an old grey woman of 115. His father had done everything he could to lengthen her lifespan, summoned the best doctors on Gallifrey. But in the end there was nothing to be done, and his father had laid on the bed next to her, a young man in his prime, cradling his frail wife as she had told him that she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The Doctor looked back at Rose, he loved her without a doubt, but in the end she would leave him, sooner or later. Far better to keep his feelings to himself and keep things as they were.