Fic: nobody ever comes for the art
Title: nobody ever comes for the art
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Rating: R
Genre: PWP, Fluff
Word Count: 1,064
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Neither of them are particularly interested in the art.
A/N: For Challenge 22 at then_theres_us; just a bit of fluffy smut to counteract all of the angst I've been posting lately XD I am also up for bids for fic at help_haiti :D
08.
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
"Four thousand years into the future and art galleries are still depressingly boring," Rose said as they made their way around the room, her arm linked loosely through the Doctor's.
He grinned at her. "Nobody ever comes to these things for the art. It's all about being seen. And here we are, being seen!"
Rose smiled and nudged him with her arm; the Doctor's enthusiasm was always infectious.
They snagged glasses of champagne from a passing tray and stared after it as it walked away on thin robotic legs.
"Right," Rose said, taking a swig of champagne. "Have they got a Mona Lisa here?"
"No," the Doctor said, clumsily consulting the guide in his hands and spilling a little champagne on the sleeve of his jacket. "But they've got a Moaning Lisa. I don't think it's quite the same, though."
Rose giggled and swiped at his sleeve with a napkin, taking the guide from his hands and laying it on a nearby bench. She stepped closer to straighten his tie and he breathed her in, inhaling the vague scent of her shampoo and the stronger scent of her perfume, warm and flowery.
They walked slowly around the gallery, feigning interest in the portraits (the Moaning Lisa turned out to be a ghastly representation of a woman being devoured by a large blue worm; Rose gave a disgusted cry and dragged the Doctor away) and eavesdropping on the conversations of the seemingly important people gathered around them.
The Doctor found himself distracted throughout the evening by the dress Rose had chosen for the event, black and strapless with sequined detailing and a slit that came up scandalously high on her thigh. Her hair lay in loose curls on her shoulders, pinned back on one side with a black barrette and he longed to bury his fingers in it.
After a few hours they sat on a bench to rest.
"A bit warm in here," Rose said, fanning herself with her hand. A flush had appeared on her cheeks and her eyes sparkled a bit more than usual.
"I think you've had a bit too much champagne," the Doctor said, grinning at her. She grinned back at him, cherry red lips shining under the lights.
"Maybe," she said. "Hasn't this place got a washroom? It's bound to be cooler than in here."
"Let's find out."
They stood and set off towards the back of the gallery, finding a small corridor that did indeed lead to a washroom.
The Doctor followed Rose inside, stating when she looked at him with surprised eyes that there was no gender specific sign on the door and there seemed to be only one washroom besides.
Rose grinned, shaking her head as she moved to the sink and patted her cheeks and neck with a damp towel. She checked her makeup and smiled when she felt the Doctor's hands on her waist.
"Here?" she murmured, glancing at him in the mirror.
"Why not?" he replied, his lips brushing against her back. She sighed, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment as his hand drifted down to her leg, fingers venturing beneath the slit of her dress and lightly caressing the skin of her inner thigh.
She turned to face him, pressing her lips to his as her fingers fumbled with his belt. She unfastened the buckle and pulled him closer, her hands sliding under his jacket and bunching his shirt in her fingers. His hands tangled in her hair, tugging on it slightly and sending a little thrill through her that was more pleasure than pain.
He kissed her neck and bare shoulders as his hands slipped down her torso, stopping at her thighs and sliding his hands under her dress, his fingers hooking over the sides of her panties. She slid up onto the counter as he pulled them down, grinning as he carefully eased the tiny black knickers down her legs and over her shining black heels, leaving the shoes in place and slipping the panties into his pocket.
She pulled him to her again, her legs opening to accommodate him as he leaned forward to kiss her chest, moving the front of her dress down to focus his attention on her breasts. She moaned as his tongue flicked over one nipple, biting her lip to keep the sound from echoing in the small tiled room and then squirmed against him as his fingers moved slowly up her inner thigh, teasing her with the lightest of touches.
Her hands plunged down between them, fingers quick on the fastenings of his trousers, feeling his hardness through the fabric and wanting him more than she ever had.
The offending bits of clothing were pushed out of the way and she scooted forward on the counter, her legs going around his waist as he slipped inside of her.
Their lips crashed together as they moved, Rose holding onto the counter tightly with one hand while her other arm circled around his neck, clutching the shoulder of his jacket in her fingers.
He held her tightly, his hands firm on her hips, and her head fell back as she felt the beginnings of what promised to be an intense orgasm spreading through her lower body. Her mouth fell open and she leaned forward, muffling her cries against his shoulder, holding him even closer as her legs trembled. His own release came shortly after and they held onto each other for a moment, kissing each other's smiles.
He stepped back after a moment and Rose slid off the counter, pulling her dress up and taking her panties from his pocket as he tucked his shirt back in and fastened his trousers. He pouted a little as she slipped the panties back on and she grinned at him, stepping to him and pulling him down for a searing kiss.
"One more hour of bad art and dull people," she whispered, her lips brushing against his, "and then back to the TARDIS and we can have another go, yeah?"
His wide grin was answer enough and they slipped from the washroom, Rose laughing and smacking his arm as he made a dirty joke about taking the name of the Moaning Lisa and changing it just slightly. He grinned and kissed her temple, taking her hand in his as they rejoined the crowd milling about in the gallery.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Rating: R
Genre: PWP, Fluff
Word Count: 1,064
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Neither of them are particularly interested in the art.
A/N: For Challenge 22 at then_theres_us; just a bit of fluffy smut to counteract all of the angst I've been posting lately XD I am also up for bids for fic at help_haiti :D
08.
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
"Four thousand years into the future and art galleries are still depressingly boring," Rose said as they made their way around the room, her arm linked loosely through the Doctor's.
He grinned at her. "Nobody ever comes to these things for the art. It's all about being seen. And here we are, being seen!"
Rose smiled and nudged him with her arm; the Doctor's enthusiasm was always infectious.
They snagged glasses of champagne from a passing tray and stared after it as it walked away on thin robotic legs.
"Right," Rose said, taking a swig of champagne. "Have they got a Mona Lisa here?"
"No," the Doctor said, clumsily consulting the guide in his hands and spilling a little champagne on the sleeve of his jacket. "But they've got a Moaning Lisa. I don't think it's quite the same, though."
Rose giggled and swiped at his sleeve with a napkin, taking the guide from his hands and laying it on a nearby bench. She stepped closer to straighten his tie and he breathed her in, inhaling the vague scent of her shampoo and the stronger scent of her perfume, warm and flowery.
They walked slowly around the gallery, feigning interest in the portraits (the Moaning Lisa turned out to be a ghastly representation of a woman being devoured by a large blue worm; Rose gave a disgusted cry and dragged the Doctor away) and eavesdropping on the conversations of the seemingly important people gathered around them.
The Doctor found himself distracted throughout the evening by the dress Rose had chosen for the event, black and strapless with sequined detailing and a slit that came up scandalously high on her thigh. Her hair lay in loose curls on her shoulders, pinned back on one side with a black barrette and he longed to bury his fingers in it.
After a few hours they sat on a bench to rest.
"A bit warm in here," Rose said, fanning herself with her hand. A flush had appeared on her cheeks and her eyes sparkled a bit more than usual.
"I think you've had a bit too much champagne," the Doctor said, grinning at her. She grinned back at him, cherry red lips shining under the lights.
"Maybe," she said. "Hasn't this place got a washroom? It's bound to be cooler than in here."
"Let's find out."
They stood and set off towards the back of the gallery, finding a small corridor that did indeed lead to a washroom.
The Doctor followed Rose inside, stating when she looked at him with surprised eyes that there was no gender specific sign on the door and there seemed to be only one washroom besides.
Rose grinned, shaking her head as she moved to the sink and patted her cheeks and neck with a damp towel. She checked her makeup and smiled when she felt the Doctor's hands on her waist.
"Here?" she murmured, glancing at him in the mirror.
"Why not?" he replied, his lips brushing against her back. She sighed, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment as his hand drifted down to her leg, fingers venturing beneath the slit of her dress and lightly caressing the skin of her inner thigh.
She turned to face him, pressing her lips to his as her fingers fumbled with his belt. She unfastened the buckle and pulled him closer, her hands sliding under his jacket and bunching his shirt in her fingers. His hands tangled in her hair, tugging on it slightly and sending a little thrill through her that was more pleasure than pain.
He kissed her neck and bare shoulders as his hands slipped down her torso, stopping at her thighs and sliding his hands under her dress, his fingers hooking over the sides of her panties. She slid up onto the counter as he pulled them down, grinning as he carefully eased the tiny black knickers down her legs and over her shining black heels, leaving the shoes in place and slipping the panties into his pocket.
She pulled him to her again, her legs opening to accommodate him as he leaned forward to kiss her chest, moving the front of her dress down to focus his attention on her breasts. She moaned as his tongue flicked over one nipple, biting her lip to keep the sound from echoing in the small tiled room and then squirmed against him as his fingers moved slowly up her inner thigh, teasing her with the lightest of touches.
Her hands plunged down between them, fingers quick on the fastenings of his trousers, feeling his hardness through the fabric and wanting him more than she ever had.
The offending bits of clothing were pushed out of the way and she scooted forward on the counter, her legs going around his waist as he slipped inside of her.
Their lips crashed together as they moved, Rose holding onto the counter tightly with one hand while her other arm circled around his neck, clutching the shoulder of his jacket in her fingers.
He held her tightly, his hands firm on her hips, and her head fell back as she felt the beginnings of what promised to be an intense orgasm spreading through her lower body. Her mouth fell open and she leaned forward, muffling her cries against his shoulder, holding him even closer as her legs trembled. His own release came shortly after and they held onto each other for a moment, kissing each other's smiles.
He stepped back after a moment and Rose slid off the counter, pulling her dress up and taking her panties from his pocket as he tucked his shirt back in and fastened his trousers. He pouted a little as she slipped the panties back on and she grinned at him, stepping to him and pulling him down for a searing kiss.
"One more hour of bad art and dull people," she whispered, her lips brushing against his, "and then back to the TARDIS and we can have another go, yeah?"
His wide grin was answer enough and they slipped from the washroom, Rose laughing and smacking his arm as he made a dirty joke about taking the name of the Moaning Lisa and changing it just slightly. He grinned and kissed her temple, taking her hand in his as they rejoined the crowd milling about in the gallery.