Reassurance
Possible spoilers for Idiot's Lantern; post-Idiot's Lantern; 10/Rose; smut
My first attempt at writing DW fic, and my first attempt at smut.
He abruptly takes her by the hand, and pulls her away from the crowd, away from the food and the trestle tables. Rose stumbles a little in her heels, but keeps up as the Doctor all but drags her down a side alley. At the moment, she's too confused and too tired to feel scared, and her bewilderment only increases when he stops at the bottom of the alley and presses her against the wall.
"Doctor-" she begins, but the question dies in her mouth when she sees his face. His eyes are dark, and deep, and more intense than she's ever seen them before. He stares at her fiercely and silently, and then, not relinquishing an iota of personal space, he presses his hands to her face.
For a moment Rose is incredibly aware of the rough bricks against her back, the slight ache of her heels, the stench of a nearby rubbish bin, and the Doctor's fingers on her skin. He runs his fingers over her face like a blind man, tracing around her forehead and over her eyebrows, touching her eyelids with infinite care, running his fingers up and down the bridge of her nose. His thumb brushes her bottom lip and she sighs, closing her eyes at the touch.
The Doctor says something that might have been her name, and then his lips are touching hers, not softly at all, and his tongue is pushing its way into her mouth. He's even closer now, pushing her against the wall, and she's never been more aware of how small she is and how big, and strong he is. She couldn't shift him if she wanted to- he is totally in control.
"Rose-" he says again, and his hands have wandered down over her body. He fumbles with her breasts and then his hands bunch in the front of her skirt. His breathing is ragged, his eyes unfocused, but he stops and looks at her for a moment, silently asking.
Yes, she says, although she's not entirely sure this is how she wanted it, but he's so desperate now and so strong and so there that she finds it hard to say no. Before she can think that through he's kissing her again, and his hands have pushed the heavy layers of her skirt up and and out of the way. He unzips his trousers, and his erection presses hotly against her thigh. And then, before Rose can catch up, her undies have been pushed aside and her feet are off the ground and he is inside of her, warm and hard and good.
She whimpers, and clings to his shoulders as he bumps and pushes, murmuring her name over and over and over. The bricks push into her back and it's not exactly pleasurable, not exactly. She wriggles a little, trying to readjust herself, and he groans.
It's the only sound he's made, in all this time. A moment later he grunts, and the tension leaves his body like electricity leaving a wire. He puts her down carefully, considerately, and then sits down beside her, propping himself up against the wall. His hand caresses her ankle possesively.
Rose stands staring into space, trying to work out what has just happened.
My first attempt at writing DW fic, and my first attempt at smut.
He abruptly takes her by the hand, and pulls her away from the crowd, away from the food and the trestle tables. Rose stumbles a little in her heels, but keeps up as the Doctor all but drags her down a side alley. At the moment, she's too confused and too tired to feel scared, and her bewilderment only increases when he stops at the bottom of the alley and presses her against the wall.
"Doctor-" she begins, but the question dies in her mouth when she sees his face. His eyes are dark, and deep, and more intense than she's ever seen them before. He stares at her fiercely and silently, and then, not relinquishing an iota of personal space, he presses his hands to her face.
For a moment Rose is incredibly aware of the rough bricks against her back, the slight ache of her heels, the stench of a nearby rubbish bin, and the Doctor's fingers on her skin. He runs his fingers over her face like a blind man, tracing around her forehead and over her eyebrows, touching her eyelids with infinite care, running his fingers up and down the bridge of her nose. His thumb brushes her bottom lip and she sighs, closing her eyes at the touch.
The Doctor says something that might have been her name, and then his lips are touching hers, not softly at all, and his tongue is pushing its way into her mouth. He's even closer now, pushing her against the wall, and she's never been more aware of how small she is and how big, and strong he is. She couldn't shift him if she wanted to- he is totally in control.
"Rose-" he says again, and his hands have wandered down over her body. He fumbles with her breasts and then his hands bunch in the front of her skirt. His breathing is ragged, his eyes unfocused, but he stops and looks at her for a moment, silently asking.
Yes, she says, although she's not entirely sure this is how she wanted it, but he's so desperate now and so strong and so there that she finds it hard to say no. Before she can think that through he's kissing her again, and his hands have pushed the heavy layers of her skirt up and and out of the way. He unzips his trousers, and his erection presses hotly against her thigh. And then, before Rose can catch up, her undies have been pushed aside and her feet are off the ground and he is inside of her, warm and hard and good.
She whimpers, and clings to his shoulders as he bumps and pushes, murmuring her name over and over and over. The bricks push into her back and it's not exactly pleasurable, not exactly. She wriggles a little, trying to readjust herself, and he groans.
It's the only sound he's made, in all this time. A moment later he grunts, and the tension leaves his body like electricity leaving a wire. He puts her down carefully, considerately, and then sits down beside her, propping himself up against the wall. His hand caresses her ankle possesively.
Rose stands staring into space, trying to work out what has just happened.