Doctor Who: Just a Cannibal
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milieva_ficsTitle: Just a Cannibal (2/2)
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milieva
Rating: Adult
Characters: Nine/Rose
Beta:glory_jean
Summary: The Doctor and Rose do a little experimentation with role playing.
<< Part One
Part 2
Just as she had said, Rose’s dressing gown was lying in a heap on the floor of the corridor outside of the room that housed the temple chamber they had just spent some quality time in. She had barely had time to tug it on when the Doctor grabbed her hand and began hauling her around the first corner.
Three lefts and a right later, the two of them stopped in front of the Doctor’s door.
“You never did tell me what you were going to do with me,” Rose teased.
Pinning her back to the door, the Doctor put his lips close to her ear as he whispered, “You’ll have to find out.”
“Will I?”
Rose gave him a coy smile and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing her lips to his. He returned the gesture, kissing her deeply. One of his hands slipped between them, parting the fabric of her dressing gown and touching her in a way that had her whimpering within moments.
“Oh yeah,” he told her with a grin. “You’ll have to wait to find out.”
He leaned in closer to her, but putting his weight on the door seemed to be a very bad idea, because it chose that moment to announce it wasn’t completely shut by swinging open and letting the two of them go tumbling to the floor.
When they landed, the Doctor’s mouth slid across Rose’s cheek and for the first time he got a very good taste of the paint she had used to colour herself. It was chalky with a hint of charcoal and a few other ingredients he didn’t care to name. Tasting it only made the smell more noticeable, and he decided he distinctly didn’t want it any longer. It hadn’t bothered him when he was bound to the slab in the temple chamber, but now he wanted his usual freshly bathed Rose.
The look on his face must not have been a pleasant one because Rose asked him if he was alright.
“I’m fine,” he said tersely, before realizing he was the one who fell on her. “Are you?”
“Just a sore bum,” Rose laughed as they sat up. “Thankfully I didn’t fall on your belt this time.”
They both laughed. It had been a month or so since he’d accidentally thrown her off her bed onto his pile of clothing, but she hadn’t let him forget it. Though, considering how hard he’d tumbled them off the side of the mattress, it was amazing that was the only bruise she had had.
“Good,” he declared, helping her to her feet and shutting the bedroom door. “Because I want to get this paint off you.”
Keeping hold of Rose’s hand, he led her around the bed and toward his en suite bathroom. The both of them were giggling like naughty children when they made it to the tiled floor. The Doctor dropped Rose’s hand as he reached up to untie the first leather strap in her hair.
“I thought you said you wanted to get the paint of?” she teased, more than willing to help by undoing a plait on the other side of her head.
“That’s next,” he smiled.
He liked to run his fingers through her hair, and her current style made that all together impossible. Carelessly dropping the tie and the feathers to the floor, he combed his fingers through the first loosened strands before beginning work on the next. Once her hair was no longer restrained, he found the cord that held her animal tooth necklace around her neck and quickly untied the knot. He bent over and set it on the countertop beside the sink. There was no point in being completely careless and breaking it.
While the Doctor stepped back to admire the woman who now looked more like the one he was used to, Rose bent over to unfasten the sheath on her thigh. Her hair swept down in a waving curtain to cover her face as she did so. He wanted so much to just sweep it back and claim her mouth with his, but decided he would let her finish fighting with the apparently complicated straps while he started the water.
“I’m not taking a cold shower,” Rose warned.
He wasn’t expecting her to. They’d already had that argument some weeks before, and he’d lost. That was why he was setting the temperature to one they both could agree on, and adjusted the spray so he could step out of the water every so often if need be.
Making no other quips once she’d removed the last item she was wearing, Rose bounded over to him. She was obviously game for whatever he had planned.
“After you,” he said, gesturing her into the shower stall, before cheerfully following in behind.
“Oh!” Rose exclaimed when she stepped into the water.
The Doctor rushed forward toward the temperature controls. “Is it too cold?” he asked, knowing she preferred her showers much warmer than his.
“No,” she laughed, shaking her head and smiling that knee-weakening smile at him. “It’s lovely.”
He felt his face split into an iridescent grin as an unexpected feeling of happiness bubbled up inside of him. He was practically effervescent with giddiness as he reached past the temperature controls for the soap only to realize he didn’t have a cloth to scrub her clean.
Rose giggled the entire time it took him to climb out of the shower, rush to the cupboard, and nearly slip and fall on the way back to her with a flannel cloth. He was chuckling himself when he picked the soap back up. She didn’t stop laughing entirely when he set about washing her.
“You know, washing myself isn’t nearly as much fun,” Rose giggled as he wiped her cheek clean.
The paint was coming off more easily than he had anticipated. Most of what was on her body was already muddled or nearly gone by the time he gave it his attention. Rose was receptive to his ministrations, humming or giggling depending upon where his hand wandered with the cloth.
Having her turn toward the wall, took his time washing his way over the soft curves of her backside.
“Am I clean yet?” she teased, wiggling her bum at him.
The simple movement of her hips ignited his blood and sent a fire through his body. With one quick movement, he switched off the water and roughly turned Rose back around. She yelped in surprise when her back struck the wall, but didn’t put up a fuss when he crushed his mouth to hers.
Flannel falling from his hand, he threaded a palm through her wet hair and slipped his tongue between her parted lips. Rose melted against him as she wrapped an arm around his neck. The feeling of her warm body against him was wonderful. Adrenaline and endorphins were once again pumping through her veins, sparking the sweet, heated scent of her arousal.
“Rose,” he moaned against her lips.
Cheeks flushed, Rose panted, “Is that it, then?”
There was a spark of challenge in her eyes. He was going to carry through with what he had planned for her, or there would be hell to pay.
“We’re only getting started,” he growled.
Slipping out of the shower stall, he snatched the animal tooth necklace off the counter top and tied it around his neck. The damp sole of Rose’s foot had barely touched the floor when he turned sharply and descended upon her. She squealed his name when he swept her into his arms and over his shoulder
In a deep grunt he declared, “Now, you mine.”
Rose playfully struggled as he carried her out of the bathroom. She kicked, wiggled, and struck his back enough to give the pretense of fighting back, but not enough that he might actually drop and hurt her.
“I’m not yours,” she cried in a voice that sounded more on the verge of laughter than tears.
Reaching the bed in a few long strides, he threw her unceremoniously down onto the mattress. Her damp skin left a wet shadow on the duvet, but he didn’t care. It would dry. He had much more pressing matters to attend to. Smile barely masked, Rose crawled away from him across the bed.
“No, I’m not yours,” she yelped when he grasped her leg. “I already have a mate.”
“My mate, now,” he informed her. With a swift tug, he pulled her back down the bed toward him and climbed on top of her.
“I’m the Doctor’s,” she proclaimed, weakly struggling, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m only his.”
It was a fact he knew quite well, but hearing her say it out loud caused a primal reaction from him. It made him want to possess her, mind, body, and soul. He wanted to hear her scream and sigh his name as she rode the waves of pleasure he would bring her. She was his as much as he was hers. Every single atom of his existence was wrapped around this beautiful, human woman in his bed. She was the most amazing creature he had ever had the pleasure of knowing, in every sense of the word.
“Mine,” he growled in her ear.
The pretense was nearly completely forgotten when he suckled her pulse point, tasting the rush of endorphins that were pumping just under the surface of her skin. Rose whimpered and stopped pushing him away. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as he gave even more attention to the skin of her neck.
“Yours,” Rose moaned, arching her hips toward him as he slipped his other hand between her legs.
A little well placed friction from his thumb gained him an “Oh, God!” and a “Please, Doctor!” even before he slipped two fingers into her. She was as wet as her scent had said she was, maybe even more so. She bucked against his hand as he pressed farther into her.
Rose begged and pleaded as he began to pleasure her. It was no longer the play of a captive woman asking to be released. She was now back to being his lover wanting release. Crying out his name, she came with a sudden ferocity, quaking around the digits still firmly buried inside her. Just as quickly, she melted into a heap beneath him.
A smug grin toyed at the corners of his mouth when he pulled his hand away and gazed down at her. She stared back at him with half lidded eyes, barely disguising the desire she still had for him.
“Is that all?” she asked, in a quiet, trembling voice.
“Not even close,” he informed her.
Urging her upright, the Doctor settled comfortably into his cross-legged sitting position. Even though he had discovered he was able to start out in a few other positions, he still preferred the comfort of this familiar one. Not needing any further prompting, Rose climbed into his lap, her wet hair dripping on him in the process.
Without a word, Rose reached between them and cast a questioning look at him. He gave her a nod and she lifted up and took him in. The move was smooth and simple from practice, but they both let out a gasp at the sensations lowering herself over him had created. Once he was buried inside her, Rose wrapped her arms and legs a little more firmly against him as she rocked into a more comfortable position.
The Doctor clamped his eyes shut and savored the delicious feeling of her heat around him. No matter how many times they did this, he was sure he could never tire of her enveloping him. The arousal trembled through his body as the first wave pulsed to his groin and he expanded. Rose’s hips shifted again before the second round hit.
She let out an almost pained whimper that snapped his eyes open in worry.
“I’m okay,” she reassured, giving him a soft smile.
The little noise she made when he expanded the third time was more reassuring, as was the movement of Rose grinding against him encouragingly.
Rocking back, he pulled out of her before thrusting back in as slowly as he had the very first time they’d been together. It was a slow and careful pace that Rose did not like very much. She told him to go faster as she met his thrusts with nearly too much force. Just to be ornery, he did pick up his pace but still stayed at a fraction of the speed she wanted. Patience was virtue she often lacked in the bedroom.
“Move, damn it,” she snapped.
“You rather me rut you like an animal?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
She purred in his ear, “Yes.”
He thrust into her as hard as he could in his current position. The sound Rose made was some cross between a yelp and a moan of pleasure. The tiny voice in the back of his head urged him to throw her back down on the bed and have his wicked way with her, but he knew he couldn’t last but once if he did that. He still had things he wanted to do to her before they were finished.
The animal tooth necklace clattered against his chest as he raised his backside off the mattress with each and every new thrust. Rose begged for more and more as he found himself building his pace faster and faster until he didn’t think he could go any more. Only then did the dam break and Rose came crashing down violently. Her contracting walls pulsing and pulling him to his own release.
Lust had him ready to go again before Rose had even fully caught her breath yet. Taking full advantage of that, he withdrew himself from her and tumbled her backward onto the bed.
“What?” she panted.
“Roll over,” he commanded without explanation.
She didn’t even ask why as she followed his guidance and sat poised on her elbows and knees. He hoped she would enjoy being taken from behind as much as he thought he was going to enjoy doing the taking.
Oh, the times he wished his body functioned differently. He would have given anything to have taken Rose against the shower wall when she’d been taunting him with her soft bottom. Unfortunately, that would have taken some very uncomfortable maneuvering for both of them.
“You wanted to be rutted like an animal?” he asked hoarsely as he surged into her.
“Oh, yes,” Rose answered, pushing back against him.
She was still trembling around him when he pulled back and slammed into her again. Hands fisting in the sheets, she cried out with another “Oh, yes!” when he changed angles and thrust sharply into her again.
They growled each other’s names as they moved together in the new steps of their dance. The Doctor’s control slipped and he surged forward with more force than he had intended causing Rose to loose her balance and slam face first into the bed. His mind had barely registered what had happened when she let out a second startled cry that was followed by the wild spasms of her orgasm.
The violent wave of his own hit him like a bus. Lightning burst behind his eyes and the world disappeared for a brief moment, and when he came to again, he was left crumpled in a heap on top of Rose, unable to move.
“Wow,” Rose murmured softly as she wriggled for what was likely a more comfortable position.
Finally feeling some semblance of strength return to his body, the Doctor slipped off Rose and rolled onto his back. Rose crawled over to him and rested her head on his chest.
“You were fantastic,” he stated, lacing his fingers through her still damp hair.
“Not so bad yourself,” Rose laughed. “But I think I’m done for the night.”
“Me too,” he agreed.
They laid still for so long after that, the Doctor thought Rose might have fallen asleep, but she finally roused enough to coax him under the blankets with her, where the two of them curled up together.
“I think I’m going to be sore in the morning,” she whispered before falling asleep.
The Doctor couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across his face as his own eyes drifted shut. He wouldn’t mind Jack’s teasing if Rose didn’t quite walk straight in the morning. It would be well worth it.
END
Author:
milievaRating: Adult
Characters: Nine/Rose
Beta:
glory_jean Summary: The Doctor and Rose do a little experimentation with role playing.
<< Part One
Part 2
Just as she had said, Rose’s dressing gown was lying in a heap on the floor of the corridor outside of the room that housed the temple chamber they had just spent some quality time in. She had barely had time to tug it on when the Doctor grabbed her hand and began hauling her around the first corner.
Three lefts and a right later, the two of them stopped in front of the Doctor’s door.
“You never did tell me what you were going to do with me,” Rose teased.
Pinning her back to the door, the Doctor put his lips close to her ear as he whispered, “You’ll have to find out.”
“Will I?”
Rose gave him a coy smile and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing her lips to his. He returned the gesture, kissing her deeply. One of his hands slipped between them, parting the fabric of her dressing gown and touching her in a way that had her whimpering within moments.
“Oh yeah,” he told her with a grin. “You’ll have to wait to find out.”
He leaned in closer to her, but putting his weight on the door seemed to be a very bad idea, because it chose that moment to announce it wasn’t completely shut by swinging open and letting the two of them go tumbling to the floor.
When they landed, the Doctor’s mouth slid across Rose’s cheek and for the first time he got a very good taste of the paint she had used to colour herself. It was chalky with a hint of charcoal and a few other ingredients he didn’t care to name. Tasting it only made the smell more noticeable, and he decided he distinctly didn’t want it any longer. It hadn’t bothered him when he was bound to the slab in the temple chamber, but now he wanted his usual freshly bathed Rose.
The look on his face must not have been a pleasant one because Rose asked him if he was alright.
“I’m fine,” he said tersely, before realizing he was the one who fell on her. “Are you?”
“Just a sore bum,” Rose laughed as they sat up. “Thankfully I didn’t fall on your belt this time.”
They both laughed. It had been a month or so since he’d accidentally thrown her off her bed onto his pile of clothing, but she hadn’t let him forget it. Though, considering how hard he’d tumbled them off the side of the mattress, it was amazing that was the only bruise she had had.
“Good,” he declared, helping her to her feet and shutting the bedroom door. “Because I want to get this paint off you.”
Keeping hold of Rose’s hand, he led her around the bed and toward his en suite bathroom. The both of them were giggling like naughty children when they made it to the tiled floor. The Doctor dropped Rose’s hand as he reached up to untie the first leather strap in her hair.
“I thought you said you wanted to get the paint of?” she teased, more than willing to help by undoing a plait on the other side of her head.
“That’s next,” he smiled.
He liked to run his fingers through her hair, and her current style made that all together impossible. Carelessly dropping the tie and the feathers to the floor, he combed his fingers through the first loosened strands before beginning work on the next. Once her hair was no longer restrained, he found the cord that held her animal tooth necklace around her neck and quickly untied the knot. He bent over and set it on the countertop beside the sink. There was no point in being completely careless and breaking it.
While the Doctor stepped back to admire the woman who now looked more like the one he was used to, Rose bent over to unfasten the sheath on her thigh. Her hair swept down in a waving curtain to cover her face as she did so. He wanted so much to just sweep it back and claim her mouth with his, but decided he would let her finish fighting with the apparently complicated straps while he started the water.
“I’m not taking a cold shower,” Rose warned.
He wasn’t expecting her to. They’d already had that argument some weeks before, and he’d lost. That was why he was setting the temperature to one they both could agree on, and adjusted the spray so he could step out of the water every so often if need be.
Making no other quips once she’d removed the last item she was wearing, Rose bounded over to him. She was obviously game for whatever he had planned.
“After you,” he said, gesturing her into the shower stall, before cheerfully following in behind.
“Oh!” Rose exclaimed when she stepped into the water.
The Doctor rushed forward toward the temperature controls. “Is it too cold?” he asked, knowing she preferred her showers much warmer than his.
“No,” she laughed, shaking her head and smiling that knee-weakening smile at him. “It’s lovely.”
He felt his face split into an iridescent grin as an unexpected feeling of happiness bubbled up inside of him. He was practically effervescent with giddiness as he reached past the temperature controls for the soap only to realize he didn’t have a cloth to scrub her clean.
Rose giggled the entire time it took him to climb out of the shower, rush to the cupboard, and nearly slip and fall on the way back to her with a flannel cloth. He was chuckling himself when he picked the soap back up. She didn’t stop laughing entirely when he set about washing her.
“You know, washing myself isn’t nearly as much fun,” Rose giggled as he wiped her cheek clean.
The paint was coming off more easily than he had anticipated. Most of what was on her body was already muddled or nearly gone by the time he gave it his attention. Rose was receptive to his ministrations, humming or giggling depending upon where his hand wandered with the cloth.
Having her turn toward the wall, took his time washing his way over the soft curves of her backside.
“Am I clean yet?” she teased, wiggling her bum at him.
The simple movement of her hips ignited his blood and sent a fire through his body. With one quick movement, he switched off the water and roughly turned Rose back around. She yelped in surprise when her back struck the wall, but didn’t put up a fuss when he crushed his mouth to hers.
Flannel falling from his hand, he threaded a palm through her wet hair and slipped his tongue between her parted lips. Rose melted against him as she wrapped an arm around his neck. The feeling of her warm body against him was wonderful. Adrenaline and endorphins were once again pumping through her veins, sparking the sweet, heated scent of her arousal.
“Rose,” he moaned against her lips.
Cheeks flushed, Rose panted, “Is that it, then?”
There was a spark of challenge in her eyes. He was going to carry through with what he had planned for her, or there would be hell to pay.
“We’re only getting started,” he growled.
Slipping out of the shower stall, he snatched the animal tooth necklace off the counter top and tied it around his neck. The damp sole of Rose’s foot had barely touched the floor when he turned sharply and descended upon her. She squealed his name when he swept her into his arms and over his shoulder
In a deep grunt he declared, “Now, you mine.”
Rose playfully struggled as he carried her out of the bathroom. She kicked, wiggled, and struck his back enough to give the pretense of fighting back, but not enough that he might actually drop and hurt her.
“I’m not yours,” she cried in a voice that sounded more on the verge of laughter than tears.
Reaching the bed in a few long strides, he threw her unceremoniously down onto the mattress. Her damp skin left a wet shadow on the duvet, but he didn’t care. It would dry. He had much more pressing matters to attend to. Smile barely masked, Rose crawled away from him across the bed.
“No, I’m not yours,” she yelped when he grasped her leg. “I already have a mate.”
“My mate, now,” he informed her. With a swift tug, he pulled her back down the bed toward him and climbed on top of her.
“I’m the Doctor’s,” she proclaimed, weakly struggling, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m only his.”
It was a fact he knew quite well, but hearing her say it out loud caused a primal reaction from him. It made him want to possess her, mind, body, and soul. He wanted to hear her scream and sigh his name as she rode the waves of pleasure he would bring her. She was his as much as he was hers. Every single atom of his existence was wrapped around this beautiful, human woman in his bed. She was the most amazing creature he had ever had the pleasure of knowing, in every sense of the word.
“Mine,” he growled in her ear.
The pretense was nearly completely forgotten when he suckled her pulse point, tasting the rush of endorphins that were pumping just under the surface of her skin. Rose whimpered and stopped pushing him away. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as he gave even more attention to the skin of her neck.
“Yours,” Rose moaned, arching her hips toward him as he slipped his other hand between her legs.
A little well placed friction from his thumb gained him an “Oh, God!” and a “Please, Doctor!” even before he slipped two fingers into her. She was as wet as her scent had said she was, maybe even more so. She bucked against his hand as he pressed farther into her.
Rose begged and pleaded as he began to pleasure her. It was no longer the play of a captive woman asking to be released. She was now back to being his lover wanting release. Crying out his name, she came with a sudden ferocity, quaking around the digits still firmly buried inside her. Just as quickly, she melted into a heap beneath him.
A smug grin toyed at the corners of his mouth when he pulled his hand away and gazed down at her. She stared back at him with half lidded eyes, barely disguising the desire she still had for him.
“Is that all?” she asked, in a quiet, trembling voice.
“Not even close,” he informed her.
Urging her upright, the Doctor settled comfortably into his cross-legged sitting position. Even though he had discovered he was able to start out in a few other positions, he still preferred the comfort of this familiar one. Not needing any further prompting, Rose climbed into his lap, her wet hair dripping on him in the process.
Without a word, Rose reached between them and cast a questioning look at him. He gave her a nod and she lifted up and took him in. The move was smooth and simple from practice, but they both let out a gasp at the sensations lowering herself over him had created. Once he was buried inside her, Rose wrapped her arms and legs a little more firmly against him as she rocked into a more comfortable position.
The Doctor clamped his eyes shut and savored the delicious feeling of her heat around him. No matter how many times they did this, he was sure he could never tire of her enveloping him. The arousal trembled through his body as the first wave pulsed to his groin and he expanded. Rose’s hips shifted again before the second round hit.
She let out an almost pained whimper that snapped his eyes open in worry.
“I’m okay,” she reassured, giving him a soft smile.
The little noise she made when he expanded the third time was more reassuring, as was the movement of Rose grinding against him encouragingly.
Rocking back, he pulled out of her before thrusting back in as slowly as he had the very first time they’d been together. It was a slow and careful pace that Rose did not like very much. She told him to go faster as she met his thrusts with nearly too much force. Just to be ornery, he did pick up his pace but still stayed at a fraction of the speed she wanted. Patience was virtue she often lacked in the bedroom.
“Move, damn it,” she snapped.
“You rather me rut you like an animal?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
She purred in his ear, “Yes.”
He thrust into her as hard as he could in his current position. The sound Rose made was some cross between a yelp and a moan of pleasure. The tiny voice in the back of his head urged him to throw her back down on the bed and have his wicked way with her, but he knew he couldn’t last but once if he did that. He still had things he wanted to do to her before they were finished.
The animal tooth necklace clattered against his chest as he raised his backside off the mattress with each and every new thrust. Rose begged for more and more as he found himself building his pace faster and faster until he didn’t think he could go any more. Only then did the dam break and Rose came crashing down violently. Her contracting walls pulsing and pulling him to his own release.
Lust had him ready to go again before Rose had even fully caught her breath yet. Taking full advantage of that, he withdrew himself from her and tumbled her backward onto the bed.
“What?” she panted.
“Roll over,” he commanded without explanation.
She didn’t even ask why as she followed his guidance and sat poised on her elbows and knees. He hoped she would enjoy being taken from behind as much as he thought he was going to enjoy doing the taking.
Oh, the times he wished his body functioned differently. He would have given anything to have taken Rose against the shower wall when she’d been taunting him with her soft bottom. Unfortunately, that would have taken some very uncomfortable maneuvering for both of them.
“You wanted to be rutted like an animal?” he asked hoarsely as he surged into her.
“Oh, yes,” Rose answered, pushing back against him.
She was still trembling around him when he pulled back and slammed into her again. Hands fisting in the sheets, she cried out with another “Oh, yes!” when he changed angles and thrust sharply into her again.
They growled each other’s names as they moved together in the new steps of their dance. The Doctor’s control slipped and he surged forward with more force than he had intended causing Rose to loose her balance and slam face first into the bed. His mind had barely registered what had happened when she let out a second startled cry that was followed by the wild spasms of her orgasm.
The violent wave of his own hit him like a bus. Lightning burst behind his eyes and the world disappeared for a brief moment, and when he came to again, he was left crumpled in a heap on top of Rose, unable to move.
“Wow,” Rose murmured softly as she wriggled for what was likely a more comfortable position.
Finally feeling some semblance of strength return to his body, the Doctor slipped off Rose and rolled onto his back. Rose crawled over to him and rested her head on his chest.
“You were fantastic,” he stated, lacing his fingers through her still damp hair.
“Not so bad yourself,” Rose laughed. “But I think I’m done for the night.”
“Me too,” he agreed.
They laid still for so long after that, the Doctor thought Rose might have fallen asleep, but she finally roused enough to coax him under the blankets with her, where the two of them curled up together.
“I think I’m going to be sore in the morning,” she whispered before falling asleep.
The Doctor couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across his face as his own eyes drifted shut. He wouldn’t mind Jack’s teasing if Rose didn’t quite walk straight in the morning. It would be well worth it.
END
