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Rose Tyler ([personal profile] badwolf) wrote2012-02-09 11:29 pm
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-02 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He feels her wince and instantly freezes. Oh no.]

Rose? Did I-- [And the rest of his question is lost to her fierce kiss.

He can't remain still for long; the ache is too much to bear after a moment. Still mindful of the wince, he begins slowly, as slow as he dares without driving himself mad. He slides one arm behind her shoulder blade, while his other hand grasps her hip, holding onto her for dear life.

This is all a dream. It has to be. Soon he'll wake up alone, still curled up in the burnt-out shell of a building. Things like this didn't happen, not to him. Not more than once, and he'd had his one chance. And then a shiver of pleasure washes over him, eliciting another moan, louder than before. No, this has to be real. No dream is this good.]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-04 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[When her hips begin to move with his, he breaks the kiss and gasps in pleasure. He shifts a little and plunges deeper with the better angle, speeding up the tempo and digging his fingers a little harder into her hip.

He leans down again, pressing kisses along her cheek, her jaw, her shoulder, murmuring something to her in his own language, because at the moment he can't quite make his brain work out English. In fact, he isn't exactly sure what he's saying in Gallifreyan either, but he had a need to vocalize just how amazing it feels to be with her like this; to be enveloped by her.

One word in English does come out repeatedly, amid all the incoherent Gallifreyan babble: her name.]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-05 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yes, not alerting the whole floor of their lovemaking is indeed a good idea. He isn't quite sure how he's going to manage that fairly soon, but at least he knows it's a good idea.

There are times when the brain fails during sex, and then comes the stage when it is suddenly awake and aware of everything. Suddenly, you're aware of every sensation in exquisite detail, every bit of tingling flesh and tightening muscles, even if you'd rather not be aware of it so that you can make the moment last longer.

He releases her hip, suddenly aware that if he keeps tightening his grip, he's going to bruise her. And then, the thought crosses his mind to tilt his hips just a bit to give himself room, and put that newly free hand to good use. His thumb finds that lovely little nub of flesh and nerves and slides over it, then around it, then across it again.

Finally finding English again out of sheer necessity, he whispers hoarsely between panting breaths and uneven thrusts.]


Rose...I-I- I can't... [Another quiet, desperate little moan escapes.] hold on much longer...
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-06 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shifts and he plunges deeper, echoing her shout with one of his own. With his hand once again free, he wraps his arms around her fully, enveloping her as he tries to hold onto that angle with his hips, reveling in just how deep inside he is. His forehead comes to rest in the soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder and closes his eyes, letting that unbearable, amazing wave of sensation take him. To hell with holding back anymore.

His breathing hitches and his hips speed up, thrusting and grinding against her. He forgets the idea to keep quiet for the neighbors as the wave of pleasure catches up to him and crashes down onto him with startling force. Another shout rips from him and he plunges in deep and holds himself there as the orgasm takes hold of him fully, his breath held until he's fully spent. And only then does he begin to breathe again.]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-09 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Little shivers go through his body and he gives one last slow, lazy roll of his hips as they kiss. Finally, he slides out of her and collapses at her side, gathering her up against him. Awareness of how rare and precious this moment could really be peeks through the sated haze, and his hands begin to roam all over in gentle, almost reverent caresses. Soon, reality would creep back in and ruin everything, but for now, in the pre-dawn light, nothing matters but this moment in this bed.

He finally pulls away from the kiss, and his eyes open for the first time in what felt like forever. He gazes down at her with a look in his blue eyes that is a combination of both joy and amazement, and his hand reaches up to caress her cheek with his fingertips. And, of course, this is where it gets complicated for him. What does one say after? Especially when your mind can't seem to focus on one thing to say about it. Amazing. Wonderful. I hope that was good for you. I'm sorry, I'm still rusty. I was not expecting that, but I'm glad it happened. I love you.

And so...nothing comes out at first, except slow, heavy breathing as his body continues to settle.]

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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-10 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives a little hum of contentment as she caresses him, and then bursts out in a quiet laugh at her words.]

I would certainly hope so, or I haven't done my job properly and would have to try again.

[Mmyes, snuggling is good. He reaches down to pull the blanket back over the both of them which had been kicked to the bottom by their lovemaking and cuddles close. He smiles down at her and presses little kisses to the side of her neck, her cheek and up to her forehead.]

This...this was...something I hadn't even dreamed of. I can't put it into words.