Fic: ace of hearts
Title: ace of hearts
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Rating: R
Genre: PWP, Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Rose asks the Doctor to play poker, but it's not quite what he had in mind.
A/N: For Challenge 23 at then_theres_us; moar fluffy smut :D
b. spirits (of the alcoholic kind)
Rose is sitting cross-legged on her bed when he looks in on her, a deck of cards in her hands and a bottle of something between her legs.
"What're you doing?" he asks, stepping into her room.
She looks up and grins. "I was just about come find you." She brandishes the deck at him and raises her eyebrows. "Wanna play cards?"
He returns her grin and enters the room, kicking his shoes off before he settles across from her on the bed. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Poker," she says, shuffling the cards. They're new and slippery and threaten to slide out of her hands but she holds them firmly. She deals their hands and sets the rest of the deck off to the side, leaning back and shifting her cards around in her hand.
She lifts the bottle to her lips and takes a sip, watching the Doctor rearrange his own cards over the blue glass of the bottle. She crinkles her nose as she swallows and then extends the bottle to him.
"Want some?" she asks. He looks a little wary, having just witnessed her reaction, but takes the bottle anyway. He takes a swig and then recoils as Rose laughs.
"What the bloody hell is this?" he asks, thrusting the bottle back at her and looking mildly horrified. "It tastes like... I'm not honestly sure, actually."
Rose giggles and takes another sip, shaking her head sharply as it goes down. "I don't know, but the vendor said it was blueberry something. I think his idea of blueberry might vary quite a bit from ours."
She places the bottle back in the space between her legs and trades two of her cards in, shuffling her new hand and watching the Doctor pick up three cards for himself.
"What exactly are we playing for?" he asks, glancing up at her over the top of his cards.
She shrugs, a smile playing on her lips. "Fun, mostly. You haven't got any money for me to win anyway."
He grins at her as he lays down his hand, displaying his three of a kind. She lays down her pair and he crows at his winning hand. He scoops up their cards and gets ready to deal again when he glances up at Rose and notices she's unbuttoning her shirt.
"What're you doing?" he asks, his mouth suddenly quite dry.
"Losing." Her grin widens. "Didn't I mention? We're playing strip poker."
He swallows hard and shakes his head. "I think you left that part out."
"My mistake," she says, smiling brightly and adjusting her tank top. "Your deal."
She loses the next hand as well and he watches as she pulls the thin tank top over her head, his eyes roving over the skin that's revealed to him. She leans forward to take the deck in her hands to deal and her breasts swell momentarily inside the cups of her bra.
He leans forward to take the bottle from her, knocking back a swallow as she grins at him.
It's not long before the bottle is nearly empty and Rose is giggling tipsily in just her bra and knickers while the Doctor sits in his boxer shorts and tries to cheat the draw deck.
He triumphantly lays down a flush a second later and swallows the last of their not-quite-blueberry liquor as she shows her three of a kind.
"You cheated!" Rose exclaims, picking up his cards and staring intently at them.
"I did no such thing," he replies, pointing at her with the now empty bottle. "You lose."
She grins at him and tosses her hair back, reaching around to unfasten the hooks of her bra. She drops it off the side of the bed and the cards are all but forgotten as he stares at her, mesmerized as he always is by how beautiful her body is, at all the tiny imperfections that, when put together, equal utter perfection.
He leans forward, burying his fingers in her hair as he presses his lips to hers, pushing her back against the pillows. The bottle rolls off the bed, falling to the floor with a dull clunk, and the cards scatter.
What little bit of clothing they're still wearing disappears and she holds him close as he enters her, smiling against his lips as he kisses her. They move together, creating a rhythm which changes in tempo as the heat between them increases. He watches her face, watches as a small frown creases her brow and as one hand grips the pillow behind her head; he smiles vaguely as she bites her bottom lip and then cries out with her orgasm, one hand tightly gripping his arm and the other clutching the pillow.
He gasps with his own climax and leans forward, his lips brushing the skin of Rose's chest. Her hands caress his neck and he kisses the space between her breasts before smiling up at her.
He softly touches his lips to hers and shifts over to lie on his side, his arms going around Rose as she wiggles against him, stretching herself along the line of his body, one leg wrapped around one of his, one arm draped over his stomach, and her head on his chest.
He feels something poking into his hip and dips a hand between them, producing a card. He holds it up and smiles.
"Ace of hearts," Rose murmurs, giggling softly. "You win."
"What do I win?" he asks, tossing the card off the bed.
Rose looks up at him, her breath light on his skin, and smiles hopefully. "Me?"
He nods, grinning, and her smile widens as she shifts, moving up slightly and placing her hands on his shoulders. He raises a hand and pushes her hair behind her ear, resting his palm against her cheek and studying the arch of her brows, the curve of her lips, the tiniest hint of green in her eyes.
"Best prize in the entire universe."
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Rating: R
Genre: PWP, Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Rose asks the Doctor to play poker, but it's not quite what he had in mind.
A/N: For Challenge 23 at then_theres_us; moar fluffy smut :D
b. spirits (of the alcoholic kind)
Rose is sitting cross-legged on her bed when he looks in on her, a deck of cards in her hands and a bottle of something between her legs.
"What're you doing?" he asks, stepping into her room.
She looks up and grins. "I was just about come find you." She brandishes the deck at him and raises her eyebrows. "Wanna play cards?"
He returns her grin and enters the room, kicking his shoes off before he settles across from her on the bed. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Poker," she says, shuffling the cards. They're new and slippery and threaten to slide out of her hands but she holds them firmly. She deals their hands and sets the rest of the deck off to the side, leaning back and shifting her cards around in her hand.
She lifts the bottle to her lips and takes a sip, watching the Doctor rearrange his own cards over the blue glass of the bottle. She crinkles her nose as she swallows and then extends the bottle to him.
"Want some?" she asks. He looks a little wary, having just witnessed her reaction, but takes the bottle anyway. He takes a swig and then recoils as Rose laughs.
"What the bloody hell is this?" he asks, thrusting the bottle back at her and looking mildly horrified. "It tastes like... I'm not honestly sure, actually."
Rose giggles and takes another sip, shaking her head sharply as it goes down. "I don't know, but the vendor said it was blueberry something. I think his idea of blueberry might vary quite a bit from ours."
She places the bottle back in the space between her legs and trades two of her cards in, shuffling her new hand and watching the Doctor pick up three cards for himself.
"What exactly are we playing for?" he asks, glancing up at her over the top of his cards.
She shrugs, a smile playing on her lips. "Fun, mostly. You haven't got any money for me to win anyway."
He grins at her as he lays down his hand, displaying his three of a kind. She lays down her pair and he crows at his winning hand. He scoops up their cards and gets ready to deal again when he glances up at Rose and notices she's unbuttoning her shirt.
"What're you doing?" he asks, his mouth suddenly quite dry.
"Losing." Her grin widens. "Didn't I mention? We're playing strip poker."
He swallows hard and shakes his head. "I think you left that part out."
"My mistake," she says, smiling brightly and adjusting her tank top. "Your deal."
She loses the next hand as well and he watches as she pulls the thin tank top over her head, his eyes roving over the skin that's revealed to him. She leans forward to take the deck in her hands to deal and her breasts swell momentarily inside the cups of her bra.
He leans forward to take the bottle from her, knocking back a swallow as she grins at him.
It's not long before the bottle is nearly empty and Rose is giggling tipsily in just her bra and knickers while the Doctor sits in his boxer shorts and tries to cheat the draw deck.
He triumphantly lays down a flush a second later and swallows the last of their not-quite-blueberry liquor as she shows her three of a kind.
"You cheated!" Rose exclaims, picking up his cards and staring intently at them.
"I did no such thing," he replies, pointing at her with the now empty bottle. "You lose."
She grins at him and tosses her hair back, reaching around to unfasten the hooks of her bra. She drops it off the side of the bed and the cards are all but forgotten as he stares at her, mesmerized as he always is by how beautiful her body is, at all the tiny imperfections that, when put together, equal utter perfection.
He leans forward, burying his fingers in her hair as he presses his lips to hers, pushing her back against the pillows. The bottle rolls off the bed, falling to the floor with a dull clunk, and the cards scatter.
What little bit of clothing they're still wearing disappears and she holds him close as he enters her, smiling against his lips as he kisses her. They move together, creating a rhythm which changes in tempo as the heat between them increases. He watches her face, watches as a small frown creases her brow and as one hand grips the pillow behind her head; he smiles vaguely as she bites her bottom lip and then cries out with her orgasm, one hand tightly gripping his arm and the other clutching the pillow.
He gasps with his own climax and leans forward, his lips brushing the skin of Rose's chest. Her hands caress his neck and he kisses the space between her breasts before smiling up at her.
He softly touches his lips to hers and shifts over to lie on his side, his arms going around Rose as she wiggles against him, stretching herself along the line of his body, one leg wrapped around one of his, one arm draped over his stomach, and her head on his chest.
He feels something poking into his hip and dips a hand between them, producing a card. He holds it up and smiles.
"Ace of hearts," Rose murmurs, giggling softly. "You win."
"What do I win?" he asks, tossing the card off the bed.
Rose looks up at him, her breath light on his skin, and smiles hopefully. "Me?"
He nods, grinning, and her smile widens as she shifts, moving up slightly and placing her hands on his shoulders. He raises a hand and pushes her hair behind her ear, resting his palm against her cheek and studying the arch of her brows, the curve of her lips, the tiniest hint of green in her eyes.
"Best prize in the entire universe."