A Moment

Elle Rose Smith. And bugger all if he didn't think of her mother when he looked at her. But as Elle saw fit to tell him daily, she wasn't her mother. She was tall and golden and gorgeous and fire red hair, with long legs that he just... The Doctor shook his head. Speaking of Elle Rose Smith, the two of them were sitting there on opposite sides of the console, tipping back a beer. She raised a trim brow at him, keeping her eyes locked on his while she finished off her drink.

"How do you do that?" He asked.
"The looking or the drinking?" She chuckled, leaning back on the bench seat.
The Doctor snorted. The both of them were more than a little buzzed.

"Both."
Elle smirked. Oh, that's familiar, The Doctor thought to himself.

"Uncle Jack."
"That explains it," The Doctor snickered.
Elle threw a bottle cap at his head and beaned him in the forehead. It didn't hurt, so much as surprise him. He reached up and rubbed his forehead.

"What the hell was that for?"
Elle snickered and her bottle fell over, making a tinkling sound when it bumped the others.

"You poor thing," She couldn't stop snickering, "want me to kiss it better?"
She saw a flash in his eyes. One she'd seen around herself more than once. She smirked and got up, walking around the console, tip-toeing around the Doctor's bottles, took his drink from him and set it aside.

"You do, don't you?" Elle said as she straddled his lap.
The Doctor felt a bit dazed. He'd felt like a dirty old man when he first started fantasizing about her. The first time he'd wanked to her, was when he first met her when she was 16. He'd told Sarah-Jane and the woman just laughed at him. He'd found it odd that the woman wasn't bothered by the fact he'd masturbated to the thought of her daughter. 'It was a funny thing, that old friend destiny' was something a previous companion had said to him once. And he didn't have the faintest clue why he thought of that, especially with the ravishing young beauty in his lap.

"Come on, Doc," Elle smiled down at him, her forearms resting on his shoulder, "want me to kiss the owie better?"
She chuckled at the dopey look that crossed the Doctor's face. His eyes were still pitch and she'd seen than look enough to know what it meant. She adjusted herself and heard a groan escape him. She chuckled again when she laced her fingers in his hair.

"Like that do you, Doc?" She smirked, another proof of influence in Jack Harkness' case.
Elle looked down at him, completely unable what she said next.

"I'm going to kiss you now..." She leaned forward.
"Please do," The Doctor said breathlessly as he placed a hand on her lower back and one between her shoulders.
Elle's grip on his hair tightened a bit and her mouth latched on to his. Elle and The Doctor groaned into each other's mouths. The Doctor pulled her into him, so that she was fully straddling his lap. Elle was not all that surprised to find him hard under her. But she was surprised at how good it felt. And he wasn't even in her yet.

"Doctor..." She groaned when his mouth latched on to her neck.
The Doctor wrapped his arms around her, the hem of Elle's sweet white sundress now bunched around her waist. The Doctor wanted to bring her off, at least once, before he took her. His grip on her loosened and his hands went to her hips. Her bare hips. He was suddenly struck with surprise to find out that 'innocent' little Elle didn't wear underwear. She didn't get a period either, but Jack told him that wasn't a bad thing. He'd checked her over with Torchwood's med equipment to make sure. He leaned back on the bench seat, Elle leaning with him. He gently gripped her hips and rocked her against the ridge in his jeans.

The Doctor knew he could hold out, centuries of experience, but he wanted to see her come undone.

"Doctor..." Elle whimpered.
She opened onyx eyes and stared down at him. He kept rocking her, one hand on her lower back while the other came up to cup her cheek.

"So beautiful..." He whispered.
Elle could feel her insides clenching. It didn't feel like when she'd use a hand. It felt like more...better. She bit her lip and her eyes fluttered. A faint smirk crossed the Doctor's face as he watched her reach that peak and jump over it, feeling her through his jeans. He didn't once stop moving as he kissed her, leaning forward as he wrapped her legs around him, holding on to her as he stood. She let out a squeak of surprise when he stood. He took a few steps forward and sat her on the edge of the console, leaning her back a bit. He ran a hand up her arm, detaching one hand from his hair and leading it to a bar, just to the side and above Elle's held.

"You might want to hold on to that," He spoke, his voice deep, rasped and husky.
Elle couldn't help but wonder, when he could have possibly had the time to free himself from his jeans as she felt him enter her hard. Her head lulled back and thumped against the center column.

"Fuck," She groaned when he pulled out.
"That's the idea," He chuckled when he thrust back hard.
The Doctor didn't care about the death grip that Elle had on his hair, he was more interested in the beautiful black eyed redhead he was pounding into. Elle had a white knuckle grip on the bar, staring the Doctor in the eye. The look he had was just wild. Like it was the first time that he'd truly let go...in a VERY long time. And she was oh-so right when she guessed how good he'd feel. Hell, he felt better. Bit bigger than she thought, actually. She was trying to keep quiet too, but she couldn't help the moans that were ripped from her throat. She stiffened, let go of the bar and sat up straight, the Doctor not even losing pace.

She kept one arm around his neck, one hand still his hair. She kissed him, squeezing her legs tighter around him, moving with him, not bothering to be quiet now. The Doctor just felt free now, he felt like he was home.

"Doctor..."
The sound of Elle moaning his name as she came DEFINITELY got his attention. The Doctor stared into her eyes as they fluttered, smirking when they rolled into her head as her body trembled. He pulled out slowly, earning a groan of protest from Elle.

"Oh, I'm not done with you, lovely," His accent flared.
Elle kissed him hard before letting him bend her over the console. The vague thought of something her friends told her brushed her mind as he took her again. She'd remembered how much they raved about being bent over something like that. And now she could see, and feel, why. She gripped the edge of the console and lifted herself up, pushing back into the Doctor as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Doctor..." She panted, "want to...face you..."
The Doctor pounded her into a quick orgasm before he turned her to face him. She pushed him back on to the bench and straddled him. Elle gripped the back of the bench as she lowered herself on him again. She wasn't sure why she felt so at home like this, with him. But she didn't want to leave it. The Doctor sat back, arms stretched out, watching Elle as she used him. As she rode him slow and stared him, unblinking in the eye. Elle knew exactly what he was doing, he was just watching as she fucked herself on him. So she decided to have fun with it. She stopped bouncing in his lap and rocked on him, letting him hit all the good little nerves.

She stopped holding in the noise again, started moaning. Most specifically, moaning his name...loudly.

And the Doctor stopped being so inactive and grabbed her hips, bouncing her hard and fast. He paused, flipping them so they were laying out on the bench, the Doctor above Elle. Her legs were wound around him, her fingers wound into his hair, their mouths attached as he continued. Thrusting hard and fast, to a point where it SHOULD be pain, but wasn't. Elle was coming like a shotgun and the Doctor wasn't far off either. The shared orgasm when they reached their final peak, before almost blacking out, was incredible, amazing...perfect. The Doctor came to his senses when he felt Elle's fingers running through his hair. He pushed up on his elbows and noticed she was smiling lovingly at him.

"Took you long enough..." She chuckled before kissing him softly.