The Punishment Room
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1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
14,500
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
The Punishment Room
by rathergirl
FR18, Smut, BDSM, bondage, toys
Rose/Nine; Jackie
The characters depicted here don’t belong to me.
I have no illusions about this fic. None whatsoever. There’s no literary worth here. But the spelling and grammar are good. I can structure a sentence, and I have a reasonable sense of imagery. I know you’re reading, and I’d like to hear your thoughts, whether you give them anonymously or publicly. You can even email me rathergirl (at) hotmail (dot) com
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The punishment room wasn’t exactly a dirty little secret. They didn’t talk about it outside of the room, except when he was ordering her into it, in the husk his Northern accent took on. The tone that made her wet just thinking about what he was going to do to her in that room. But it never came up in a conversation, not really. Rose wasn’t sure how to ask and the Doctor didn’t offer any explanations.
The closest they’d come was two days before they’d ever gone inside, before she even knew it existed. Out of curiosity, she’d asked him one night to handcuff her to the headboard during sex and he’d agreed easily enough a look of dark desire in his eyes that she hadn’t expected. She liked being tied up, always found the end result more pleasurable; actually, she liked tying people up as well – it was fun to watch them squirm, unable to do anything about it – but she couldn’t sum up the courage to ask him that.
Once she was lying, naked and cuffed on his bed (leather cuffs, shiny buckles), her legs open, he’d asked her if she trusted him, and looking up at him standing above her, his impressive erection, angry and ready, she’d felt a fission of nerves which had increased her sensitivity, her arousal. Still, she’d managed to answer smartly that she was allowing him to do this, wasn’t she? His eyes darkened again and he repeated the question. Shivers running up and down her spine at the menace in his tone she told him very simply and honestly, “Yes.”
He’d blindfolded her, and repeated the question, and at her positive response he’d gagged her. The gag, she’d learn was a very important part, and it would be a rare occasion that he’d leave it off, and was designed to keep her quiet. If she wasn’t, she discovered that night, he’d find a way to punish her, he’d pinch her in sensitive places, or he’d hold back from touching her, or if her offence was particularly strong (or he was in a particularly bad mood), he wouldn’t let her come at all. He was capable of holding off her orgasm for several hours. They didn’t go that far that night, but the next day she would discover bruises on her breasts and inner thighs: she’d never realised just how stimulating pain could be.
That was also the only time anything like that happened in their bedroom. Their bedroom was a place where they made love with care and attention to detail. Rose speculated she enjoyed it all the more for their punishments.
The only other time it’d been introduced, briefly was for the Doctor to mention that if she ever wanted him to stop, he’d know. Which was true of the time, he’d hung her upside down from the chain in the punishment room, putting pressure on an injury she hadn’t told him about. Trying to ignore the pain, which was for once an unpleasant intrusion, Rose attempted to focus on the Doctor, and what his tongue was doing. But less than a second later, he’d undone the chains was setting her on her feet and helping her to the medbay. Once she was healed, she’d been punished for that transgression.
She always felt safe in his arms and she trusted him completely, and he’d never let her down, or done anything that she was completely uncomfortable with.
Right now, she was kneeling at his feet, hands tied behind her, his cock as far down her throat as it would go. She was completely naked, and he was still completely dressed, only his fly undone. Needless to say this was one of the few times he hadn’t gagged her. His hands were fisted in her hair, pulling at it, and without warning, instead of holding her where she was, sucking on him, working her mouth around him, he began to jerk her head backwards and forwards, moving his hips at the same time. She was almost choking on him when he suddenly pushed her off him and backwards. The suddenness took Rose off-guard and she fell awkwardly, her limbs tangled, his cum splashing over her in a sticky mess.
Rose knew better than to try and clean it off just yet or even move. He zipped himself up.
“Get cleaned up.” Rose obediently went to the bathroom, and cleaned his seed off her body, grinning at her reflection in the mirror, remembering how he’d lost control and thinking about what was going to happen next. She hadn’t come yet, and he never left her unsatisfied.
Back in the main room, she found he’d laid some clothes out for her on the table, a very short skirt, a low cut top, a pair of very high boots, and no bra or underwear. Concerned that she knew what he was playing at, she started to protest, but he slapped her on the backside twice (oh, they both had a love for a spot of spanking) and told her that if she wanted to visit her mother, she had to do it his way. She did so slowly, his eyes watching her every move, dispassionately. He could have been watching her dress a turkey for all the interest he showed her, even when she knew just how sexy he found her naked body.
When she was dressed, knowing she probably looked like some naughty school girl fantasy, she stood still in her customary spot, eyes downcast, trying to predict exactly what he wanted from her. He was always so unreadable, but then half the fun was not knowing.
“Your mother doesn’t know what a slut you are, does she?” the Doctor asked, but Rose didn’t bother to respond, he didn’t want her to. “She doesn’t realise just what a dirty girl you are, what you let me do to you, where you let me put my cock. Perhaps, today she’ll find out. Go to the bar and bend over.”
She did as he asked, tremors of anticipation running through her. She should have been horrified at the thought there was a chance her mother would find out about what she did, what she liked, but she knew the Doctor would never let that happen. He just wanted to punish her for wanting to see her mother. She’d be tortured the whole time she was there, but her mother would never find out.
“Have you seen one of these before?” he held a remote control vibrating bullet in front of her face and she nodded, Shireen had had one, and given Rose the controls more than once. “Good, you’re going to be wearing it while we visit your mother. This will be your opportunity to prove how good you are at keeping quiet. Every time, I think you are not feeling repentant I will activate this.”
He slid the bullet inside her, and before he moved his fingers away, stroked her clit, causing her to shudder then brought his hand up to her mouth for her to clean. Showing no sign of emotion, just to annoy him in a way he could punish, she licked her juices off slowly.
Without warning a shock ran through her as he turned the controls on, and a hard pulse started up right next to her g-spot. Rose jumped and only just managed to hold back a yelp, at the sensation, too hard to be comfortable or even pleasant. She glared at him, but he held her gaze, darkly, until she lowered her eyes in submission. The sensation faded and disappeared completely, and he was smirking at her coldly, she could feel it, even if she couldn’t see his face.
On the walk up to her mother’s apartment they chattered lightly, or rather Rose chattered and the Doctor added a comment when he felt like it. The bullet was switched off, but Rose could feel it inside her, brushing against the most sensitive places. She squeezed her inner muscles over it tightly, enjoying the sensation.
As she lifted her hand to knock, the bullet started to vibrate lightly, much lighter than earlier, and she gasped and faltered. She glanced at the Doctor, but he just looked back at her serenely, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary and reached passed her to rap on the door. She noticed that one hand stayed in his pocket and then the vibrations stopped. She was damp between her legs and a little frustrated now, but she didn’t have time to think about it, as her mother pulled open the door and with a delighted shriek pulled her into a hug.
“What’s he doing here? And why are you wearing that?” inquired Jackie sharply, pulling away from her daughter, and leading them both down the hall.
Rose was about to protest, but the vibrations started up again, rubbing in all the right places, the dampness between Rose’s legs increased and she did feel a little dirty for doing this in her mother apartment with her mother right there. Jackie would kill her if she knew. No, she’d kill the Doctor and lock Rose up. Jackie Tyler was no prude, nor was she clueless, but she didn’t know about Rose’s tastes, and Rose knew those were beyond her mother.
“Well?” Jackie repeated and Rose managed to spit out, without too much trouble, an answer to satisfy her mother. Jackie looked dubious, but didn’t say anything.
The knowledge her mother wouldn’t approve just made it better, because she was a naughty little slut who needed her punishment. Oh yes, she needed her punishment… she could settle down on the couch as her mother was in the kitchen making tea…
Abruptly the sensation stopped, as all of a sudden the Doctor must have switched off the bullet. Rose just about screamed in frustration, body involuntarily clamping and loosening around the object buried deep in her. Rose shot him a dark look, but he ignored it as Jackie returned with a cup of tea for them all, twittering on about the neighbours business and celebrity gossip and whatever else was happening in her head at that moment. Rose tightened her muscles around the bullet and relaxed them, just like she did daily with her Ben Wa balls.
The Doctor’s hand stayed in his pocket as he accepted a cup of tea from Jackie, glowering at Rose in a meaningful way when Jackie managed a sideswipe on how long it’d been since she’d last seen Rose. Thankfully her mother didn’t catch the way he was looking at her, as his blue eyes were glowing with aggression and desire, dominance. Rose shivered.
“I’m not surprised you’re cold!” snapped Jackie. “Look at what you’re wearing. Really Rose… is this anything to do with you?” she said to the Doctor with uncanny prescience.
“Me, no!” The Doctor protested with so much innocence that Rose almost believed him. “Nothing to do with me!”
Jackie narrowed her eyes and turned to Rose, who had her cup half way to her mouth. The Doctor chose that moment to switch the bullet back on. Adrenaline, stress and arousal coursed through Rose’s veins like electricity and she jumped, spilling hot tea over her bare legs. She yelped and jumped up, barely managing to keep from spilling more of the liquid.
The Doctor and her mother tutted at her, and Jackie found her a cold cloth to clean herself up with and to press against her inflamed flesh. The bullet stayed on, easily distracting Rose from her pain. No more was said about her clothes, though she could practically feel her mother’s disapproval, even through the waves of pleasure that were bringing Rose ever close to her climax. It was all she could do to keep from gasping.
Eventually Jackie was satisfied and removed the cloth from Rose, and the Doctor turned the bullet off. Rose trembled on the edge of climax before sliding back into frustration. Aware of Jackie’s scrutiny, Rose relaxed back into the couch and sipped her tea, listening to her mother’s constant litany. Usually Rose would try to keep up with her mother, asking questions, adding appropriate sounds of agreement or outrage when required, but she was a little preoccupied today as the Doctor intermittently switched the bullet on and off. He seemed to sense just when she was about to orgasm and when her muscles had relaxed enough again, and adjusted the setting to keep her in the heights of arousal with no release. Rose spent most of her time either trying to bite back moans of pleasure or groans of frustration.
“What’s wrong Rose?” her mother asked when she jumped again after the bullet was turned on at a high setting. “You’re very quiet today. Is something wrong, you seem upset.”
“I’m fine, Mum, really, just a little tired. Was up late last night, looking at the stars.” Which was the truth: they’d been on some moon, she lying on her back while the Doctor did fabulous things with his tongue, proving once again that all their fun was not in the punishment room.
“You should be taking better care of her, making sure she gets enough sleep,” Jackie said to the Doctor and he returned with a look of wounded innocence.
“Mum, I’m fine, the Doctor does take good care of me; I’m just a little tired.”
Jackie didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she bustled off to the kitchen with the tray and empty cups.
In the kitchen there was a rattle of dishes into the dishwasher, which Rose would usually offer to help with, or bully the Doctor into helping with (knowing the punishment). Not today, however, as instead of the vibrations disappearing, as before, this time they only heightened, becoming harder and faster, almost too much so. Rose had been prompted to the highs of frustration and it didn’t take long for her to reach climax. As she was dragged under hot waves of pleasure, only a tiny gasp escaping her lips, though her fingers clawed at the arm of the couch. Distantly, she noted the Doctor’s approval of her silence. He kept the vibrations going until the point just before it became uncomfortable and Rose had stopped shuddering.
Quickly, she climbed to her shaky feet and checked out the couch, knowing she’d need to cover the damp patch before her mother returned. A cushion would hopefully work long enough for the stain to dry. To all appearances the Doctor hadn’t moved an inch, his facial expression displaying only his boredom. Rose knew differently, and she knew that she better wrap up this little visit in short measure or she’d suffer the consequences
Rose said a quick goodbye to her mother, despite Jackie’s protestations and promised to visit again soon and then followed the Doctor out of the apartment. She felt a little guilty for being so abrupt and leaving so quickly after arriving, but her next visit would just have to be longer, despite the punishment. Just what would happen if she suggested an overnight stay to the Doctor? Her mouth watered, and a low throb started up again between her legs, not the bullet, just her desire.
She didn’t get to ask him about staying at her mother’s, because before she knew it, they were back at the TARDIS and he put them into the Vortex. Moments later, the bullet had been yanked out of her, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, her back pressed up against one of the supports, and he was thrusting in her, hard and fast. They both came quickly and noisily, Rose enjoying the freedom all the more for the earlier restraint, and god, was he ever beautiful when worked up like this.
He lowered them to the ground, his face buried in her shoulder, breath coming in short sharp pants and she stroked his short hair. They wouldn’t stay long like this, the grill of the TARDIS floor was uncomfortable, already she could feel the grate pressing into parts of her that she really rather it wouldn’t and the Doctor didn’t stay still or quiet for long anyway, but just for the moment she enjoyed the stillness and the quiet.
The next chapter will have Jack in it, so be ready for some threesome goodness. :o)
I’d love to hear your thoughts, good, bad and otherwise.
by rathergirl
FR18, Smut, BDSM, bondage, toys
Rose/Nine; Jackie
The characters depicted here don’t belong to me.
I have no illusions about this fic. None whatsoever. There’s no literary worth here. But the spelling and grammar are good. I can structure a sentence, and I have a reasonable sense of imagery. I know you’re reading, and I’d like to hear your thoughts, whether you give them anonymously or publicly. You can even email me rathergirl (at) hotmail (dot) com
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The punishment room wasn’t exactly a dirty little secret. They didn’t talk about it outside of the room, except when he was ordering her into it, in the husk his Northern accent took on. The tone that made her wet just thinking about what he was going to do to her in that room. But it never came up in a conversation, not really. Rose wasn’t sure how to ask and the Doctor didn’t offer any explanations.
The closest they’d come was two days before they’d ever gone inside, before she even knew it existed. Out of curiosity, she’d asked him one night to handcuff her to the headboard during sex and he’d agreed easily enough a look of dark desire in his eyes that she hadn’t expected. She liked being tied up, always found the end result more pleasurable; actually, she liked tying people up as well – it was fun to watch them squirm, unable to do anything about it – but she couldn’t sum up the courage to ask him that.
Once she was lying, naked and cuffed on his bed (leather cuffs, shiny buckles), her legs open, he’d asked her if she trusted him, and looking up at him standing above her, his impressive erection, angry and ready, she’d felt a fission of nerves which had increased her sensitivity, her arousal. Still, she’d managed to answer smartly that she was allowing him to do this, wasn’t she? His eyes darkened again and he repeated the question. Shivers running up and down her spine at the menace in his tone she told him very simply and honestly, “Yes.”
He’d blindfolded her, and repeated the question, and at her positive response he’d gagged her. The gag, she’d learn was a very important part, and it would be a rare occasion that he’d leave it off, and was designed to keep her quiet. If she wasn’t, she discovered that night, he’d find a way to punish her, he’d pinch her in sensitive places, or he’d hold back from touching her, or if her offence was particularly strong (or he was in a particularly bad mood), he wouldn’t let her come at all. He was capable of holding off her orgasm for several hours. They didn’t go that far that night, but the next day she would discover bruises on her breasts and inner thighs: she’d never realised just how stimulating pain could be.
That was also the only time anything like that happened in their bedroom. Their bedroom was a place where they made love with care and attention to detail. Rose speculated she enjoyed it all the more for their punishments.
The only other time it’d been introduced, briefly was for the Doctor to mention that if she ever wanted him to stop, he’d know. Which was true of the time, he’d hung her upside down from the chain in the punishment room, putting pressure on an injury she hadn’t told him about. Trying to ignore the pain, which was for once an unpleasant intrusion, Rose attempted to focus on the Doctor, and what his tongue was doing. But less than a second later, he’d undone the chains was setting her on her feet and helping her to the medbay. Once she was healed, she’d been punished for that transgression.
She always felt safe in his arms and she trusted him completely, and he’d never let her down, or done anything that she was completely uncomfortable with.
Right now, she was kneeling at his feet, hands tied behind her, his cock as far down her throat as it would go. She was completely naked, and he was still completely dressed, only his fly undone. Needless to say this was one of the few times he hadn’t gagged her. His hands were fisted in her hair, pulling at it, and without warning, instead of holding her where she was, sucking on him, working her mouth around him, he began to jerk her head backwards and forwards, moving his hips at the same time. She was almost choking on him when he suddenly pushed her off him and backwards. The suddenness took Rose off-guard and she fell awkwardly, her limbs tangled, his cum splashing over her in a sticky mess.
Rose knew better than to try and clean it off just yet or even move. He zipped himself up.
“Get cleaned up.” Rose obediently went to the bathroom, and cleaned his seed off her body, grinning at her reflection in the mirror, remembering how he’d lost control and thinking about what was going to happen next. She hadn’t come yet, and he never left her unsatisfied.
Back in the main room, she found he’d laid some clothes out for her on the table, a very short skirt, a low cut top, a pair of very high boots, and no bra or underwear. Concerned that she knew what he was playing at, she started to protest, but he slapped her on the backside twice (oh, they both had a love for a spot of spanking) and told her that if she wanted to visit her mother, she had to do it his way. She did so slowly, his eyes watching her every move, dispassionately. He could have been watching her dress a turkey for all the interest he showed her, even when she knew just how sexy he found her naked body.
When she was dressed, knowing she probably looked like some naughty school girl fantasy, she stood still in her customary spot, eyes downcast, trying to predict exactly what he wanted from her. He was always so unreadable, but then half the fun was not knowing.
“Your mother doesn’t know what a slut you are, does she?” the Doctor asked, but Rose didn’t bother to respond, he didn’t want her to. “She doesn’t realise just what a dirty girl you are, what you let me do to you, where you let me put my cock. Perhaps, today she’ll find out. Go to the bar and bend over.”
She did as he asked, tremors of anticipation running through her. She should have been horrified at the thought there was a chance her mother would find out about what she did, what she liked, but she knew the Doctor would never let that happen. He just wanted to punish her for wanting to see her mother. She’d be tortured the whole time she was there, but her mother would never find out.
“Have you seen one of these before?” he held a remote control vibrating bullet in front of her face and she nodded, Shireen had had one, and given Rose the controls more than once. “Good, you’re going to be wearing it while we visit your mother. This will be your opportunity to prove how good you are at keeping quiet. Every time, I think you are not feeling repentant I will activate this.”
He slid the bullet inside her, and before he moved his fingers away, stroked her clit, causing her to shudder then brought his hand up to her mouth for her to clean. Showing no sign of emotion, just to annoy him in a way he could punish, she licked her juices off slowly.
Without warning a shock ran through her as he turned the controls on, and a hard pulse started up right next to her g-spot. Rose jumped and only just managed to hold back a yelp, at the sensation, too hard to be comfortable or even pleasant. She glared at him, but he held her gaze, darkly, until she lowered her eyes in submission. The sensation faded and disappeared completely, and he was smirking at her coldly, she could feel it, even if she couldn’t see his face.
On the walk up to her mother’s apartment they chattered lightly, or rather Rose chattered and the Doctor added a comment when he felt like it. The bullet was switched off, but Rose could feel it inside her, brushing against the most sensitive places. She squeezed her inner muscles over it tightly, enjoying the sensation.
As she lifted her hand to knock, the bullet started to vibrate lightly, much lighter than earlier, and she gasped and faltered. She glanced at the Doctor, but he just looked back at her serenely, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary and reached passed her to rap on the door. She noticed that one hand stayed in his pocket and then the vibrations stopped. She was damp between her legs and a little frustrated now, but she didn’t have time to think about it, as her mother pulled open the door and with a delighted shriek pulled her into a hug.
“What’s he doing here? And why are you wearing that?” inquired Jackie sharply, pulling away from her daughter, and leading them both down the hall.
Rose was about to protest, but the vibrations started up again, rubbing in all the right places, the dampness between Rose’s legs increased and she did feel a little dirty for doing this in her mother apartment with her mother right there. Jackie would kill her if she knew. No, she’d kill the Doctor and lock Rose up. Jackie Tyler was no prude, nor was she clueless, but she didn’t know about Rose’s tastes, and Rose knew those were beyond her mother.
“Well?” Jackie repeated and Rose managed to spit out, without too much trouble, an answer to satisfy her mother. Jackie looked dubious, but didn’t say anything.
The knowledge her mother wouldn’t approve just made it better, because she was a naughty little slut who needed her punishment. Oh yes, she needed her punishment… she could settle down on the couch as her mother was in the kitchen making tea…
Abruptly the sensation stopped, as all of a sudden the Doctor must have switched off the bullet. Rose just about screamed in frustration, body involuntarily clamping and loosening around the object buried deep in her. Rose shot him a dark look, but he ignored it as Jackie returned with a cup of tea for them all, twittering on about the neighbours business and celebrity gossip and whatever else was happening in her head at that moment. Rose tightened her muscles around the bullet and relaxed them, just like she did daily with her Ben Wa balls.
The Doctor’s hand stayed in his pocket as he accepted a cup of tea from Jackie, glowering at Rose in a meaningful way when Jackie managed a sideswipe on how long it’d been since she’d last seen Rose. Thankfully her mother didn’t catch the way he was looking at her, as his blue eyes were glowing with aggression and desire, dominance. Rose shivered.
“I’m not surprised you’re cold!” snapped Jackie. “Look at what you’re wearing. Really Rose… is this anything to do with you?” she said to the Doctor with uncanny prescience.
“Me, no!” The Doctor protested with so much innocence that Rose almost believed him. “Nothing to do with me!”
Jackie narrowed her eyes and turned to Rose, who had her cup half way to her mouth. The Doctor chose that moment to switch the bullet back on. Adrenaline, stress and arousal coursed through Rose’s veins like electricity and she jumped, spilling hot tea over her bare legs. She yelped and jumped up, barely managing to keep from spilling more of the liquid.
The Doctor and her mother tutted at her, and Jackie found her a cold cloth to clean herself up with and to press against her inflamed flesh. The bullet stayed on, easily distracting Rose from her pain. No more was said about her clothes, though she could practically feel her mother’s disapproval, even through the waves of pleasure that were bringing Rose ever close to her climax. It was all she could do to keep from gasping.
Eventually Jackie was satisfied and removed the cloth from Rose, and the Doctor turned the bullet off. Rose trembled on the edge of climax before sliding back into frustration. Aware of Jackie’s scrutiny, Rose relaxed back into the couch and sipped her tea, listening to her mother’s constant litany. Usually Rose would try to keep up with her mother, asking questions, adding appropriate sounds of agreement or outrage when required, but she was a little preoccupied today as the Doctor intermittently switched the bullet on and off. He seemed to sense just when she was about to orgasm and when her muscles had relaxed enough again, and adjusted the setting to keep her in the heights of arousal with no release. Rose spent most of her time either trying to bite back moans of pleasure or groans of frustration.
“What’s wrong Rose?” her mother asked when she jumped again after the bullet was turned on at a high setting. “You’re very quiet today. Is something wrong, you seem upset.”
“I’m fine, Mum, really, just a little tired. Was up late last night, looking at the stars.” Which was the truth: they’d been on some moon, she lying on her back while the Doctor did fabulous things with his tongue, proving once again that all their fun was not in the punishment room.
“You should be taking better care of her, making sure she gets enough sleep,” Jackie said to the Doctor and he returned with a look of wounded innocence.
“Mum, I’m fine, the Doctor does take good care of me; I’m just a little tired.”
Jackie didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she bustled off to the kitchen with the tray and empty cups.
In the kitchen there was a rattle of dishes into the dishwasher, which Rose would usually offer to help with, or bully the Doctor into helping with (knowing the punishment). Not today, however, as instead of the vibrations disappearing, as before, this time they only heightened, becoming harder and faster, almost too much so. Rose had been prompted to the highs of frustration and it didn’t take long for her to reach climax. As she was dragged under hot waves of pleasure, only a tiny gasp escaping her lips, though her fingers clawed at the arm of the couch. Distantly, she noted the Doctor’s approval of her silence. He kept the vibrations going until the point just before it became uncomfortable and Rose had stopped shuddering.
Quickly, she climbed to her shaky feet and checked out the couch, knowing she’d need to cover the damp patch before her mother returned. A cushion would hopefully work long enough for the stain to dry. To all appearances the Doctor hadn’t moved an inch, his facial expression displaying only his boredom. Rose knew differently, and she knew that she better wrap up this little visit in short measure or she’d suffer the consequences
Rose said a quick goodbye to her mother, despite Jackie’s protestations and promised to visit again soon and then followed the Doctor out of the apartment. She felt a little guilty for being so abrupt and leaving so quickly after arriving, but her next visit would just have to be longer, despite the punishment. Just what would happen if she suggested an overnight stay to the Doctor? Her mouth watered, and a low throb started up again between her legs, not the bullet, just her desire.
She didn’t get to ask him about staying at her mother’s, because before she knew it, they were back at the TARDIS and he put them into the Vortex. Moments later, the bullet had been yanked out of her, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, her back pressed up against one of the supports, and he was thrusting in her, hard and fast. They both came quickly and noisily, Rose enjoying the freedom all the more for the earlier restraint, and god, was he ever beautiful when worked up like this.
He lowered them to the ground, his face buried in her shoulder, breath coming in short sharp pants and she stroked his short hair. They wouldn’t stay long like this, the grill of the TARDIS floor was uncomfortable, already she could feel the grate pressing into parts of her that she really rather it wouldn’t and the Doctor didn’t stay still or quiet for long anyway, but just for the moment she enjoyed the stillness and the quiet.
The next chapter will have Jack in it, so be ready for some threesome goodness. :o)
I’d love to hear your thoughts, good, bad and otherwise.