Fic: enough for now
Title: enough for now
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1,115
Pairing: Billie Piper/David Tennant
Summary: How she could stand to work on a day like this was beyond him.
A/N: Written for takethewords' Billie Piper Ficathon; prompt is by mylittlepwny (behind the cut)
The sun was bright overhead, making David squint as he lay on his back in the soft grass, twirling one green blade between his fingers as he stared up at the clouds.
The gentle ticking sound of Billie's fingers on the keys of her laptop was simultaneously soothing and annoying. How she could stand to work on a day like this was beyond him.
He rolled over onto his stomach and looked at her over the screen of the laptop. Her hair was dark brown these days and he didn't much like it; he'd always preferred her as a blonde. At the moment it was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, bits hanging down around her face and taunting him as they moved gently in the breeze.
"You know," he said slowly, "it's not a crime to take a break once in a while."
"Almost done," she murmured.
He sighed. That's what she said a half hour ago.
He reached over and plucked one of the wildflowers growing nearby, twirling it between his fingers too, watching the white petals blur into an almost solid circle.
After another minute of the incessant ticking he reached up and gently pushed the laptop closed, ignoring her protests.
"We're not here to work," he said, pushing the laptop to the side and moving closer to her.
The irritation was already vanishing from her face and her mouth curved upward as his breath ghosted over her lips.
"We're here so I can watch you come."
She grinned as he pressed his lips to hers, his hand reaching up to pull the elastic from her hair. They rose slowly to their knees and he grabbed the edge of her t-shirt, pulling it off over her head.
He kissed the line of her jaw to her ear, cupping one bare breast in his hand and caressing the soft skin. His fingers found her nipple, pinching it gently at first and then a little harder, her breath warm on his ear as she gasped.
He slid his hand slowly down her belly as he kissed her lips again, tasting chocolate and sugar and honey on her tongue from the crepes they'd eaten earlier that afternoon.
His fingers skimmed along the waist of her shorts before dipping below and feeling warm, bare flesh. The thought of her walking around all day with nothing on beneath her clothes sent a jolt through him and his pants were suddenly painfully tight.
He fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans before her fingers took over, nimble and quick as they tugged the zipper down. She pushed the jeans down to his knees and took him into her hand, her fingers light as she stroked his length, short nails teasing the sensitive skin.
He took a breath and gently moved her hand away. He wanted to be inside of her when he came.
He pushed her back onto the grass and shed his clothes as he moved towards her, her legs spreading to accommodate him. He could see the damp spot on the crotch of her shorts and felt the frantic throb of his pulse.
He yanked her shorts down, barely taking the time to undo the fastenings, and knelt before her, his hands on her hips as his tongue darted between her slick folds. She shuddered beneath him as he teased her clit, the sound of her moan drifting through the air as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nub.
He kissed his way up her body, pausing at her breasts to suck on each nipple in turn, gently nipping at each one with his teeth. When he reached her mouth she was practically begging him for release.
"Please, David," she whispered, her voice almost pained, and it was all the encouragement he needed.
He buried himself in her and she gasped, her legs circling his waist as she held tight to his arm with one hand, the fingers of the other clenched in the thick grass. The shape of her mouth was exquisite as she moaned, and her hair glowed in the sunlight as it laid spread across the lawn.
He kissed the space between her breasts as they moved and thought about the trouble they'd gone through to get here, the separate plane reservations and renting an entire house to ensure their privacy and bringing scripts and laptops to give the perception of actually intending to work and lying every night in the phone calls to home.
It was the way she moved beneath him and the way her fingers felt in his hair, the way she tasted on his tongue and the way she said his name, the shape of her mouth and the sounds that she made, that made all of the lying worth it, if only for these weekends when he had her all to himself and the real world only existed just beyond the boundaries of the house.
Her legs tightened around him and he pushed into her as deep as he could as she came, the cries that escaped her lips loud enough to make a nearby bird take wing. His own end came as she was still shuddering beneath him and he lowered himself onto his forearms, laying his head on her chest and listening to the rapid beat of her heart as he waited for his breathing to slow.
He withdrew reluctantly and lay beside her, their legs tangled as they stared up at the sky.
She stroked his chest lazily with the back of her hand and he looked over at her profile, admiring the gentle slope of her nose and the pillows of her lips, the flush of her arousal still evident in the pink of her cheeks.
"I don't want to wait another six months to be with you, Bills," he murmured and she looked over at him.
"Don't think about that," she said softly, a small frown creasing her brow. "I don't want to spend what little time we do have together thinking about all the time that we don't."
She turned over onto her stomach and moved closer to him, her lips light on his shoulder.
"We've still got two days. That's enough for now, isn't it?"
He nodded as he kissed her, his fingers tangling in her hair as she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
It's enough for now, he thought as she shifted closer to him, his hands drifting to her hips as she straightened, placing one leg on either side of him, the moist heat between her legs pressing against his lower belly.
It would have to be.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1,115
Pairing: Billie Piper/David Tennant
Summary: How she could stand to work on a day like this was beyond him.
A/N: Written for takethewords' Billie Piper Ficathon; prompt is by mylittlepwny (behind the cut)
The sun was bright overhead, making David squint as he lay on his back in the soft grass, twirling one green blade between his fingers as he stared up at the clouds.
The gentle ticking sound of Billie's fingers on the keys of her laptop was simultaneously soothing and annoying. How she could stand to work on a day like this was beyond him.
He rolled over onto his stomach and looked at her over the screen of the laptop. Her hair was dark brown these days and he didn't much like it; he'd always preferred her as a blonde. At the moment it was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, bits hanging down around her face and taunting him as they moved gently in the breeze.
"You know," he said slowly, "it's not a crime to take a break once in a while."
"Almost done," she murmured.
He sighed. That's what she said a half hour ago.
He reached over and plucked one of the wildflowers growing nearby, twirling it between his fingers too, watching the white petals blur into an almost solid circle.
After another minute of the incessant ticking he reached up and gently pushed the laptop closed, ignoring her protests.
"We're not here to work," he said, pushing the laptop to the side and moving closer to her.
The irritation was already vanishing from her face and her mouth curved upward as his breath ghosted over her lips.
"We're here so I can watch you come."
She grinned as he pressed his lips to hers, his hand reaching up to pull the elastic from her hair. They rose slowly to their knees and he grabbed the edge of her t-shirt, pulling it off over her head.
He kissed the line of her jaw to her ear, cupping one bare breast in his hand and caressing the soft skin. His fingers found her nipple, pinching it gently at first and then a little harder, her breath warm on his ear as she gasped.
He slid his hand slowly down her belly as he kissed her lips again, tasting chocolate and sugar and honey on her tongue from the crepes they'd eaten earlier that afternoon.
His fingers skimmed along the waist of her shorts before dipping below and feeling warm, bare flesh. The thought of her walking around all day with nothing on beneath her clothes sent a jolt through him and his pants were suddenly painfully tight.
He fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans before her fingers took over, nimble and quick as they tugged the zipper down. She pushed the jeans down to his knees and took him into her hand, her fingers light as she stroked his length, short nails teasing the sensitive skin.
He took a breath and gently moved her hand away. He wanted to be inside of her when he came.
He pushed her back onto the grass and shed his clothes as he moved towards her, her legs spreading to accommodate him. He could see the damp spot on the crotch of her shorts and felt the frantic throb of his pulse.
He yanked her shorts down, barely taking the time to undo the fastenings, and knelt before her, his hands on her hips as his tongue darted between her slick folds. She shuddered beneath him as he teased her clit, the sound of her moan drifting through the air as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nub.
He kissed his way up her body, pausing at her breasts to suck on each nipple in turn, gently nipping at each one with his teeth. When he reached her mouth she was practically begging him for release.
"Please, David," she whispered, her voice almost pained, and it was all the encouragement he needed.
He buried himself in her and she gasped, her legs circling his waist as she held tight to his arm with one hand, the fingers of the other clenched in the thick grass. The shape of her mouth was exquisite as she moaned, and her hair glowed in the sunlight as it laid spread across the lawn.
He kissed the space between her breasts as they moved and thought about the trouble they'd gone through to get here, the separate plane reservations and renting an entire house to ensure their privacy and bringing scripts and laptops to give the perception of actually intending to work and lying every night in the phone calls to home.
It was the way she moved beneath him and the way her fingers felt in his hair, the way she tasted on his tongue and the way she said his name, the shape of her mouth and the sounds that she made, that made all of the lying worth it, if only for these weekends when he had her all to himself and the real world only existed just beyond the boundaries of the house.
Her legs tightened around him and he pushed into her as deep as he could as she came, the cries that escaped her lips loud enough to make a nearby bird take wing. His own end came as she was still shuddering beneath him and he lowered himself onto his forearms, laying his head on her chest and listening to the rapid beat of her heart as he waited for his breathing to slow.
He withdrew reluctantly and lay beside her, their legs tangled as they stared up at the sky.
She stroked his chest lazily with the back of her hand and he looked over at her profile, admiring the gentle slope of her nose and the pillows of her lips, the flush of her arousal still evident in the pink of her cheeks.
"I don't want to wait another six months to be with you, Bills," he murmured and she looked over at him.
"Don't think about that," she said softly, a small frown creasing her brow. "I don't want to spend what little time we do have together thinking about all the time that we don't."
She turned over onto her stomach and moved closer to him, her lips light on his shoulder.
"We've still got two days. That's enough for now, isn't it?"
He nodded as he kissed her, his fingers tangling in her hair as she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
It's enough for now, he thought as she shifted closer to him, his hands drifting to her hips as she straightened, placing one leg on either side of him, the moist heat between her legs pressing against his lower belly.
It would have to be.