Sinking

Title: Sinking.
Character(s): The Doctor (Tenth), Rose Tyler.
Rating: M for Mature.
Pairing: Ten/Rose.
Word Length: 1,445.
Spoilers: Plot, what plot?
Disclaimer: alas these characters do not belong to me; unfortunately I am only playing in RTD’s sandpit and making no profit off this.
Beta Babe: her_bubble


Listening To: Leonard Cohen – I’m Your Man

Summary: …His hands whispered over her belly followed by his lips


With more savagery than any pretense of grace she ripped and tugged at his suit, yanking clothes down from his shoulders so she could dig her fingers into that lean wiry frame so much stronger than he looked, sinking her nails into his much cooler skin wanting to claim him with her dark heat, let it sink into him until he could never be free.

But he caught her hands in his, drew her arms over her head so that she lay on the kitchen floor amidst the remnants of her ripped top. With aggressive intent he stared down at her with those dark eyes until her muscles began to quake until she felt she could fall into those dark depths and never find her way out.

He whispered against her mouth soft puffs of tempered intensity making her shiver.

“Rose of mine.”

“My own.”

He lowered is mouth to hers in a soft kiss at odds with the possessive aggression in his body as it pinned her to the floor. His mouth left hers to skim along her jaw, down the column of her throat. He knew, she thought as her heart shuddered. He knew she needed more than the sweet; she needed a ruthless kind of comfort.

She relaxed and drew him in. He felt her open and surrender herself. There was for him no more powerful seduction than the yielding of her to him, to the million subtleties that was *them*. When she accepted the darkness inside him along with the tenderness; gently his lips slid over her skin, savoring the taste, his hands played over her body, memorizing the shape and line.

She drifted on a blanket of sensation, sinking into him.

Her fingers threaded through his ruffled hair gripping him to her as the desire became a river carrying her deeper with a sigh she let herself sink under. She heard him murmur to her as he moved down her body; he spoke to her in a strange alien language of drenching sunsets and rivers of night, of blood and roses. Then, he spoke that word she had heard him utter when he was most moved, inside her, the cadence of it raining down on her skin like a summer storm.

“What does it mean?”

Her voice was sleepy and drifting.

“There is no translation, Rose, not for that.”

“Try.”

His huff of breath washed over her face as his forehead came to rest against hers and his hands stilled.

“In essence it means the one thing that someone holds dear above everything else even their own life, the one thing you can’t give up or exist without.”

“You’re my one thing, Rose”.

Her eyes sank into the naked vulnerability on his face and felt tears prick and sting the back of her throat as she processed his whispered words. She remained mute as he traced a line of kisses down her torso fascinated endlessly, she had discovered, by the curves and plains of her by the valleys and hills such a terrain he had never tired of exploring. Just as she was in turn captured by the long lines of his bony intense geeky sexiness.

His hands whispered over her belly followed by his lips, which rubbed and teased in their wake. Her muscles quivered and they both heard the unsteady catch in her breath. Still he continued to take his time, his slow torturous hands working on her body until that catch of breath became a moan, until her skin trembled under him.

When he took her over into that dark golden edge, she felt her release spill through her into him. And the dark river that held her captive turned restless. Warm pleasurable heat became a craving until it was a deep throbbing ache that pulsed through her in time to his heartbeats. She arched against his mouth at her sex; hunger raked her with sharp talons, as her body became a taught instrument that he pushed higher and higher.

Desperate now, he worked his way up her body sending her mad even as he fell under the madness of addiction of flesh against flesh the slip and slide of desire biting into them both ruthlessly.

“Come for me.”

Breaths heaving in his chest sweat spiked hair tickling her eyelashes, as he loomed over her dark alien eyes wild as he stared into her face with such savage intensity. He thrust his clever narrow long fingers into her drenched heat.

“I want to watch you come, again, for me.”

An inarticulate noise burst from her mouth at the erotic savage words hissed against her lips, and she felt herself drown in him, in the moment, felt dark spots dance in front of her eyes as her orgasm ripped mercilessly through her.

As she helplessly shuddered in his hold he closed his cool mouth over hers, coaxed her tongue to dance with his until her breath and his eventually slowed. She inhaled his breath until she came back to herself she felt as if she was drowning anew in the scent of him as his breath slid slowly inside her.

She lifted a hand to his thin cheek as he lowered his head and kissed the trail of tears that she had not realized were there, he said that word again as he pressed his face into her hair. And she felt him there against her the wet heat of her, hard and cool, she moved her leg’s even further apart cradling him closer feeling her internal muscles pull him inside her.

Breath hissed eyes wild and alien she held his gaze and cradled his head into her neck as he thrust into her silently, felt the tension build inside his muscles as he pumped harder, then she arched in surprise as she felt him expand inside her all alien coldness causing strange spikes of sensation to shoot along her nerve endings making her cry out as his almost too sharp teeth sank into the tender patch of skin joining her neck to her shoulder socket as he poured himself into her.

She lay with her body cradling his on the kitchen floor of the Tardis, caught fast between the cold smooth surface under her and cool bony alien cradled between her thighs, head nestled into her neck, she watched with interest her torn knickers hang limply off the side of the tea pot on the kitchen table.

And was that his tie hanging off the ceiling?

“Doctor?”

“Hmm?”

She was too tired to muster up the energy to smile as she felt him burrow deeper into the side of her neck unwilling to relinquish his resting place.

“I don’t have the words, not the way you do.”

“Mmmm…”

She shook her head at the Doctorish mutter, pushed up so that he was forced to roll over and lie half under her now as she looked down on him her messy dark gold hair making a curtain around his face so that there was only him and her shutting out the world.

“Say what you said before again, just slower, yeah? I want to say it back to you.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly as he grinned up at her as he took her hand.

“You will never be able to pronounce it.”

“Yes I will.”

She stared at him her brown eyes clear and serious as still grinning up at her he said it slowly, waited for her to fumble through. But her eyes stayed steady and serious as she brought his long thin hand with the bony prominent knuckles up to rest against her bare breast over her heart and laid a hand over his hearts in turn, and repeated the word.

She watched as the grin disappeared slowly replaced with an unnameable emotion that moved across his face until he looked serious and just a little scary, eyes bleeding to alien dark as his hearts leaped like landed fish against her bare hand on his chest.

“You undo me, Rose.”

He sat up in a smooth fluid motion to rest his forehead against hers. His arms wrapped around her waist with wiry strength holding her to him.

“Don’t leave me.”

“Don’t ever leave me, Rose.”

Fin.