Fic. Phone!Sex - Time Lord Style (3/3?)
Authors Notes: Inspired by RL, and a certain Welshman...whose voice could drag an angel into the gutter...
And so we come to the final chapter, (or is it?...) which really needs a warning.
Beware of Spontaneous Human Combustion. There. You have been suitably advised. Please continue..
Chapter Three
Rose briefly considered that she had actually nodded off and was dreaming this, but quickly dismissed that. In all of her dreams, all the nights she had dreamed of him like this, he had never said such deliciously wicked things to her whilst being so articulate. And she had never contemplated the possibility of being talked into an orgasm, certainly. But he was managing to do that. Quite spectacularly, too. She swallowed hard.
“I’m...I’m wearing a pink silk top with thin straps and lace around the edge, with a pair of matching knickers. With nothing underneath,” she added.
The Doctor sighed.
“Oh yes. Pink silk. Very nice. How does it feel against your skin, Rose? Is it soft and slippery, does it cling to you in all the right places? Is it caressing you as you move? Is it wet and sticky just where it needs to be? Touch yourself there for me, Rose. Imagine that it’s my fingers touching you, sliding across the dampness between your legs, my tongue flicking at your clit as you circle it gently with your finger. Let me hear you moan. I need to hear you.”
His dark voice slithered through her dazed mind, coating her every synapse with his desire, making her burn and writhe with lust as her fingers slipped beneath her knickers of their own accord and began to do as he had instructed. She was unable to control the little mewing sounds she did not realise she was making, and the Doctor could hear her finger moving through the wetness between her legs. He was stroking himself harder now, shaking, flushed and panting with the sheer force of his arousal at what he was hearing. He had to slow down and concentrate on the fantastic woman on the other end of the phone, otherwise he would drop it and just bring himself to orgasm right now, like a hormone-riddled teenager. He shuddered and thrust into his fist uncontrollably as Rose moaned long and low. He forced himself to concentrate on Rose.
“Is that good Rose? I can hear how wet you are for me. I want you to push your finger deep inside yourself, cover it in all that gorgeous wetness. Fuck yourself with it, Rose. Imagine that it’s me inside you, imagine that my hard cock is pushing into you, stretching you, filling you. Another finger. Push another finger in, Rose. How does it feel?”
He leaned hard against the console, not sure if his legs would hold him up much longer, his cock now leaking copiously and his hips wanting to slam himself deep inside her dripping wet core. Again he pulled back. He wanted Rose to come first...and he knew just how to make that happen. He jerked with anticipation and grunted. When next he spoke, his eyes were as black as night and his voice as low and as dark as sin.
“Take your fingers out of yourself and push lower. Take those delicious juices and trail them down. Feel that tight little opening, circle it, tease it with your finger. Spread your juices around it. Make it as slippery as the rest of you. Have you done that?”
A low moan that echoed all the way to his balls was all the answer he needed. He reflexively jerked hard into his fist and gasped at the friction his cool hand was providing. He was almost there, and he could tell she was too.
“Push it in, Rose. Push it all the way in. Let me hear you as you do it. Imagine that it’s my finger pushing its way inside you there, while I’m buried so deep inside you I’m hitting places no-one else can. Oh Rose, I can feel you quivering around me, desperate to come, arching off the bed as I pound you into it.” All he could hear was the rustling of the bedclothes as she writhed beneath her own touch, gasping and moaning as she did as he ordered to. She was beyond coherence, beyond speech now, the only sounds she could make were little gasps as her imagination took her to the brink of orgasm. He was right there with her, the mental pictures he was seeing breaking through his restraint.
As he began to jerk and spasm, his come jetting all over the grating of the Tardis floor, he was only capable of grunting three words as he saw stars beneath his eyelids.
“Come, Rose. Now.”
He heard her breathy scream as she fell headlong after him, and juddered as he imagined her clenching around him. He almost collapsed to the floor with sensory overload, and only just managed to keep himself on his feet and the phone against his ear by leaning most of his weight on the console behind him. Despite his respiratory bypass, he was breathless, and could hear that Rose was in much the same state. He grinned widely. That was by far the most fantastic shag of his lives...and he hadn’t even touched her. He giggled.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?” she gasped, still not quite able to believe that this had actually happened; that she had heard the Doctor come as she brought herself to orgasm thinking of him, and he had been listening to her wank.
“That was...fantastic! You’re gorgeous, Rose. Absolutely wonderful, you are.” His voice was soft now; soft, and gentle, and oh-so-loving.
“God! We really did that? We really had phone sex? I’m not dreaming again, am I?” Rose spoke quietly, not wanting to break the spell surrounding them both; not wanting to hear that yes, it was all a dream, and of course he didn’t do things like that.
The Doctor grinned so wide his cheeks ached. She had dreamt of him.
“Yes Rose, we really did just do that. And no you’re not dreaming again. Also, I may want to explore that little titbit later. But for now, I think you can safely say that we just had amazingly stupendous phone sex. Oh, and Rose? This change between us now? - I’d like it to be permanent when you get back. That is, if that’s okay with you? Is it?”
Rose could hear the slight trepidation in his voice, and smiled. Did he really think she was not gonna shag him now?
“Doctor. Did you really need to ask me that? Don’t you know...oh maybe you don’t? Yes Doctor, I want that too. Please.”
She could almost hear his grin.
“Brilliant!”
They giggled together, then Rose stopped suddenly. Telling him to shush, she heard her mother and her conquest for the evening talking quietly as they made their way into her bedromm across the hall and snicked the door shut. Rose breathed again.
“Rose...” the Doctor began tentatively.
“Yeah?” Rose replied, an idea forming in her crafty little mind.
“Come home.”
“Where are you?”
“Beside the playground.”
“Gimme five minutes!” She scrabbled off the bed and threw on some clothes, looking around for a pen to leave her mother a note, and was about to hang up when she heard him say something. Something that sounded a little like ‘I love you’ but couldn’t possibly be. Could it?
She made it to the Tardis in four and a half minutes, grinning wildly.
Please forgive me for the spammage of your flists. X-posted all over the place.
And so we come to the final chapter, (or is it?...) which really needs a warning.
Beware of Spontaneous Human Combustion. There. You have been suitably advised. Please continue..
Chapter Three
Rose briefly considered that she had actually nodded off and was dreaming this, but quickly dismissed that. In all of her dreams, all the nights she had dreamed of him like this, he had never said such deliciously wicked things to her whilst being so articulate. And she had never contemplated the possibility of being talked into an orgasm, certainly. But he was managing to do that. Quite spectacularly, too. She swallowed hard.
“I’m...I’m wearing a pink silk top with thin straps and lace around the edge, with a pair of matching knickers. With nothing underneath,” she added.
The Doctor sighed.
“Oh yes. Pink silk. Very nice. How does it feel against your skin, Rose? Is it soft and slippery, does it cling to you in all the right places? Is it caressing you as you move? Is it wet and sticky just where it needs to be? Touch yourself there for me, Rose. Imagine that it’s my fingers touching you, sliding across the dampness between your legs, my tongue flicking at your clit as you circle it gently with your finger. Let me hear you moan. I need to hear you.”
His dark voice slithered through her dazed mind, coating her every synapse with his desire, making her burn and writhe with lust as her fingers slipped beneath her knickers of their own accord and began to do as he had instructed. She was unable to control the little mewing sounds she did not realise she was making, and the Doctor could hear her finger moving through the wetness between her legs. He was stroking himself harder now, shaking, flushed and panting with the sheer force of his arousal at what he was hearing. He had to slow down and concentrate on the fantastic woman on the other end of the phone, otherwise he would drop it and just bring himself to orgasm right now, like a hormone-riddled teenager. He shuddered and thrust into his fist uncontrollably as Rose moaned long and low. He forced himself to concentrate on Rose.
“Is that good Rose? I can hear how wet you are for me. I want you to push your finger deep inside yourself, cover it in all that gorgeous wetness. Fuck yourself with it, Rose. Imagine that it’s me inside you, imagine that my hard cock is pushing into you, stretching you, filling you. Another finger. Push another finger in, Rose. How does it feel?”
He leaned hard against the console, not sure if his legs would hold him up much longer, his cock now leaking copiously and his hips wanting to slam himself deep inside her dripping wet core. Again he pulled back. He wanted Rose to come first...and he knew just how to make that happen. He jerked with anticipation and grunted. When next he spoke, his eyes were as black as night and his voice as low and as dark as sin.
“Take your fingers out of yourself and push lower. Take those delicious juices and trail them down. Feel that tight little opening, circle it, tease it with your finger. Spread your juices around it. Make it as slippery as the rest of you. Have you done that?”
A low moan that echoed all the way to his balls was all the answer he needed. He reflexively jerked hard into his fist and gasped at the friction his cool hand was providing. He was almost there, and he could tell she was too.
“Push it in, Rose. Push it all the way in. Let me hear you as you do it. Imagine that it’s my finger pushing its way inside you there, while I’m buried so deep inside you I’m hitting places no-one else can. Oh Rose, I can feel you quivering around me, desperate to come, arching off the bed as I pound you into it.” All he could hear was the rustling of the bedclothes as she writhed beneath her own touch, gasping and moaning as she did as he ordered to. She was beyond coherence, beyond speech now, the only sounds she could make were little gasps as her imagination took her to the brink of orgasm. He was right there with her, the mental pictures he was seeing breaking through his restraint.
As he began to jerk and spasm, his come jetting all over the grating of the Tardis floor, he was only capable of grunting three words as he saw stars beneath his eyelids.
“Come, Rose. Now.”
He heard her breathy scream as she fell headlong after him, and juddered as he imagined her clenching around him. He almost collapsed to the floor with sensory overload, and only just managed to keep himself on his feet and the phone against his ear by leaning most of his weight on the console behind him. Despite his respiratory bypass, he was breathless, and could hear that Rose was in much the same state. He grinned widely. That was by far the most fantastic shag of his lives...and he hadn’t even touched her. He giggled.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?” she gasped, still not quite able to believe that this had actually happened; that she had heard the Doctor come as she brought herself to orgasm thinking of him, and he had been listening to her wank.
“That was...fantastic! You’re gorgeous, Rose. Absolutely wonderful, you are.” His voice was soft now; soft, and gentle, and oh-so-loving.
“God! We really did that? We really had phone sex? I’m not dreaming again, am I?” Rose spoke quietly, not wanting to break the spell surrounding them both; not wanting to hear that yes, it was all a dream, and of course he didn’t do things like that.
The Doctor grinned so wide his cheeks ached. She had dreamt of him.
“Yes Rose, we really did just do that. And no you’re not dreaming again. Also, I may want to explore that little titbit later. But for now, I think you can safely say that we just had amazingly stupendous phone sex. Oh, and Rose? This change between us now? - I’d like it to be permanent when you get back. That is, if that’s okay with you? Is it?”
Rose could hear the slight trepidation in his voice, and smiled. Did he really think she was not gonna shag him now?
“Doctor. Did you really need to ask me that? Don’t you know...oh maybe you don’t? Yes Doctor, I want that too. Please.”
She could almost hear his grin.
“Brilliant!”
They giggled together, then Rose stopped suddenly. Telling him to shush, she heard her mother and her conquest for the evening talking quietly as they made their way into her bedromm across the hall and snicked the door shut. Rose breathed again.
“Rose...” the Doctor began tentatively.
“Yeah?” Rose replied, an idea forming in her crafty little mind.
“Come home.”
“Where are you?”
“Beside the playground.”
“Gimme five minutes!” She scrabbled off the bed and threw on some clothes, looking around for a pen to leave her mother a note, and was about to hang up when she heard him say something. Something that sounded a little like ‘I love you’ but couldn’t possibly be. Could it?
She made it to the Tardis in four and a half minutes, grinning wildly.
Please forgive me for the spammage of your flists. X-posted all over the place.