Fic: failed date number forty-two (and a half)
Title: failed date number forty-two (and a half)
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: R
Genre: Smut, Humor, Romance
Word Count: 1,012
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: A nice dinner out gets out of hand. And buildings get blown up. It happens. But that doesn't mean the date has to be over.
A/N: For Challenge 27 at then_theres_us :D
The hem of her dress is ripped, the thin white fabric dirtied and smudged with blood as she sinks onto the edge of the picnic table. Her hair hangs limply to her shoulders, the curls almost completely gone, and she sighs.
"You know, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," she says as she picks morosely at the torn lace at the top of the dress and flicks the broken strap. She touches a thumb to the scratch across her chest, checking for blood.
The sound of sirens rises from nearby, police lights flickering in the trees, and there's a dull crashing sound from the ruined building the two of them just escaped from.
He stammers an apology, tugging at his earlobe with one hand and his torn tie with the other.
"I didn't think it'd be so big. Or so... sharp."
She grins and shakes her head, allowing her shoes to slip from her feet and land on the grass with two whispery thuds.
"We'll have a proper date next time, I promise," he says, taking a few steps forward and nudging her shoes gently aside with his foot so he can stand closer to her. She spreads her legs to accommodate his nearness and his arms slip around her waist.
"Date's not over yet," she says with a grin.
He returns her grin as she grips the ragged end of his tie and pulls him down, pressing her lips to his.
His hands grip the fabric of her dress before sliding down her thighs, disappearing underneath her skirt and rising to her hips to hook his fingers over the elastic of her panties. She rocks back, shifting on the table as he slides the knickers down her legs. His hands drift back up her legs and under her dress, lightly stroking her inner thighs and relishing the way her breath becomes a bit shallower as his hands slide around to her bottom and he yanks her closer.
She giggles and kisses him again, her hands dipping down between them and fumbling with the fastenings on his trousers. She pushes them from his hips and he grabs her legs, pulling her to him as he circles her legs around him, her ankles locking at his waist.
One arm slides around his neck and her other hand grips the edge of the table as he pushes inside of her, his hands tight on her hips. He presses his lips to hers, stealing the gasp that escapes from her mouth and her hand tightens in his hair, sending a vague thrill of pain through him.
The newly strapless side of her dress slips down, revealing one bare breast. He leans forward, pushing her back slightly, one hand moving to the middle of her back as he lowers his mouth to her breast, kissing the soft skin and lightly flicking his tongue over her nipple.
Her legs tighten around his waist, pushing him deeper inside of her, and he can feel her heart racing, can taste the adrenaline in the beads of sweat that drip down between her breasts, can almost smell it pumping through her veins. It is like a drug to him and the rhythm they've created increases as he thrusts harder and deeper, knowing she's almost there. Her head tips forward and her mouth falls open, her hand gripping the collar of his shirt. He combs his fingers through her hair as he tilts her head back up, cupping her jaw in his hand, wanting to see her face when she comes.
She cries out with her orgasm, the sound drowned out by the scream of more sirens on the street outside the park, and he savors the way her eyes flutter shut, the way her mascara-blackened eyelashes rest against her cheeks, the little wrinkle of her brow as she frowns, the shape of her mouth as she gasps.
Her breath is warm on his lips as he kisses her, burying his face in her hair as he approaches his own climax and she kisses his neck, holding him tightly.
There are more crashes from nearby and some cries of alarm, but it's all just clean up now, none of their concern, and neither of them moves for a few minutes.
Finally he steps back, adjusting his clothes as she slides off the table, pulling the top of her dress up and adjusting the ragged hem. She slips her shoes on and grins at him as he steps over to her, giggling as he slides his hands under her dress again and grabs her bum.
She grips the tattered end of his tie again and pulls him down for one more kiss before they start back to the TARDIS.
It's not until they're millions of miles away, floating halfway across the universe, that she begins to laugh, leaning against the console and holding her stomach.
"What's so funny?" he asks, stepping over to her.
"My knickers," she says, her eyes shining with tears. "They're still in that park." Another stream of giggles erupts from her mouth and he grins.
"I'm sure they'll make some homeless man very happy."
This sets them both off and they laugh for a good five minutes, holding each other until their mirth subsides.
She steps away from the console and moves toward the corridor, turning to face him and walking slowly backwards.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," she says, grinning impishly at him as she pulls her dress off over her head. "Care to join me?"
He watches the tattered, dirty dress flutter to the floor and his eyes travel up her naked body, finally landing on her face again. Her grin widens, her tongue poking between her teeth, and he crosses to her in three steps, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her bodily into the air. She laughs as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and he kisses her breasts as he carries her back to her bedroom, her giggles echoing throughout the TARDIS.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: R
Genre: Smut, Humor, Romance
Word Count: 1,012
Characters: Rose/Ten
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: A nice dinner out gets out of hand. And buildings get blown up. It happens. But that doesn't mean the date has to be over.
A/N: For Challenge 27 at then_theres_us :D
The hem of her dress is ripped, the thin white fabric dirtied and smudged with blood as she sinks onto the edge of the picnic table. Her hair hangs limply to her shoulders, the curls almost completely gone, and she sighs.
"You know, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," she says as she picks morosely at the torn lace at the top of the dress and flicks the broken strap. She touches a thumb to the scratch across her chest, checking for blood.
The sound of sirens rises from nearby, police lights flickering in the trees, and there's a dull crashing sound from the ruined building the two of them just escaped from.
He stammers an apology, tugging at his earlobe with one hand and his torn tie with the other.
"I didn't think it'd be so big. Or so... sharp."
She grins and shakes her head, allowing her shoes to slip from her feet and land on the grass with two whispery thuds.
"We'll have a proper date next time, I promise," he says, taking a few steps forward and nudging her shoes gently aside with his foot so he can stand closer to her. She spreads her legs to accommodate his nearness and his arms slip around her waist.
"Date's not over yet," she says with a grin.
He returns her grin as she grips the ragged end of his tie and pulls him down, pressing her lips to his.
His hands grip the fabric of her dress before sliding down her thighs, disappearing underneath her skirt and rising to her hips to hook his fingers over the elastic of her panties. She rocks back, shifting on the table as he slides the knickers down her legs. His hands drift back up her legs and under her dress, lightly stroking her inner thighs and relishing the way her breath becomes a bit shallower as his hands slide around to her bottom and he yanks her closer.
She giggles and kisses him again, her hands dipping down between them and fumbling with the fastenings on his trousers. She pushes them from his hips and he grabs her legs, pulling her to him as he circles her legs around him, her ankles locking at his waist.
One arm slides around his neck and her other hand grips the edge of the table as he pushes inside of her, his hands tight on her hips. He presses his lips to hers, stealing the gasp that escapes from her mouth and her hand tightens in his hair, sending a vague thrill of pain through him.
The newly strapless side of her dress slips down, revealing one bare breast. He leans forward, pushing her back slightly, one hand moving to the middle of her back as he lowers his mouth to her breast, kissing the soft skin and lightly flicking his tongue over her nipple.
Her legs tighten around his waist, pushing him deeper inside of her, and he can feel her heart racing, can taste the adrenaline in the beads of sweat that drip down between her breasts, can almost smell it pumping through her veins. It is like a drug to him and the rhythm they've created increases as he thrusts harder and deeper, knowing she's almost there. Her head tips forward and her mouth falls open, her hand gripping the collar of his shirt. He combs his fingers through her hair as he tilts her head back up, cupping her jaw in his hand, wanting to see her face when she comes.
She cries out with her orgasm, the sound drowned out by the scream of more sirens on the street outside the park, and he savors the way her eyes flutter shut, the way her mascara-blackened eyelashes rest against her cheeks, the little wrinkle of her brow as she frowns, the shape of her mouth as she gasps.
Her breath is warm on his lips as he kisses her, burying his face in her hair as he approaches his own climax and she kisses his neck, holding him tightly.
There are more crashes from nearby and some cries of alarm, but it's all just clean up now, none of their concern, and neither of them moves for a few minutes.
Finally he steps back, adjusting his clothes as she slides off the table, pulling the top of her dress up and adjusting the ragged hem. She slips her shoes on and grins at him as he steps over to her, giggling as he slides his hands under her dress again and grabs her bum.
She grips the tattered end of his tie again and pulls him down for one more kiss before they start back to the TARDIS.
It's not until they're millions of miles away, floating halfway across the universe, that she begins to laugh, leaning against the console and holding her stomach.
"What's so funny?" he asks, stepping over to her.
"My knickers," she says, her eyes shining with tears. "They're still in that park." Another stream of giggles erupts from her mouth and he grins.
"I'm sure they'll make some homeless man very happy."
This sets them both off and they laugh for a good five minutes, holding each other until their mirth subsides.
She steps away from the console and moves toward the corridor, turning to face him and walking slowly backwards.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," she says, grinning impishly at him as she pulls her dress off over her head. "Care to join me?"
He watches the tattered, dirty dress flutter to the floor and his eyes travel up her naked body, finally landing on her face again. Her grin widens, her tongue poking between her teeth, and he crosses to her in three steps, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her bodily into the air. She laughs as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and he kisses her breasts as he carries her back to her bedroom, her giggles echoing throughout the TARDIS.