[ She really doesn't mind the handsy, get-to-re-know-you touches. Really, she honestly doesn't, he can go right ahead and keep that up for as long as he likes. She'll return it in kind, finding a sort of thrill in being able to touch him, to kiss him with tongue and dig her fingers into the skin of his shoulders. When had her hands gotten all the way up the back of his own shirt? Good question.
[He hasn't often missed having two hearts and a respiratory bypass system, but now he does. Because his breath's been stolen away by the girl beneath him.
She's gorgeous, of course. Always has been. And she's warm and alive and here, touching this body of his like no one has before.
He explores her mouth thoroughly, then traces the lightest little kisses along her jaw. A deeper one at the base of her neck. And his hands roam, so curious to know more.
That's what she wants, right?
He sets a hand on the hem of her shirt, pulling back to meet her eyes and ask.]
She'd be loathe to let anyone else get that right. The privilege of being able to touch and explore him. So she sighs when he kisses her, groans when his mouth finds her neck. Cheap thrills, she kept telling herself. Or the most expensive, depending on how you looked at it.
Confusion twists her expression at his request for the briefest of moments, already so wrapped up in rhings that it seemed silly for them to have to stop. So she grins a grin full of tongue and teeth and shifts enough for her shirt to not be pinned in the slightest.
"I think you can just assume everything from here on is going to be a yes, Doctor."
The Doctor meets her eyes and considers all this carefully. She's so eager, so vibrant, and it'd be foolish to deny what he wants. What she wants too, by the looks of it. So he answers with a broad grin.
"Same here."
He doesn't quite take all the time in the world, but he's very careful not to be too rough with her. He skims strong fingers over her back as he eases her shirt over her head...then wastes no time unclasping her bra. Minor inconvenience, that.
He doesn't leave too long for her to get cold---instead, he's gently cupping the sides of her breasts, exploring her shoulders, spreading his hands over as much of her skin as possible and loving it.
Each touch sealed with a kiss grazing over her collar, her breast, her stomach. Yeah, it's definitely been years.
She might not even mind if he lapsed in gentle/rough calculations, to be honest. Though she really doesn't mind how it is now, either. But as soon as he's gotten her topless, the nerves start to creep back. Which is odd, since she's fairly sure there hadn't been any last time. Except this is ... different. Different in a way, just as impossible, but different.
His kisses are indulged upon though, hands lifting to slide against his shoulders, up and over his head to rake through the short cropped hair there, resisting the urge to kiss his crown- at least for now. She wants to let him explore, to do what he wants and drag it out-- well. Maybe not that much. But for now, she'll just soak it in, smiling away above him like an utter loon.
Her expression is muted when he looks up; very, very pleasantly content, but muted. Until he speaks, and her grin blooms upon her face, a laugh bubbling out of her throat like she couldn't hope to contain it.
"Considering?" She's teasing of course; somehow she already knows. Of course it isn't considering, of course it doesn't matter that she's human and he isn't (or is, right now, technically).
The Doctor pulls her into a soft, easy kiss, taking the moment to absorb her scent and her warmth. There's still a burning desire to be with her battling with his natural hesitance, of course, but...when she's giving him that look, he's satisfied. Safe.
"Because you're human," he whispers, correcting his past self with a tender caress to her cheek.
Because she has to round-out the silly moment. So, so long ago for her, and yet she can remember the details down to how her heart had pounded as he'd looked up at her.
In answer to her question, he slides up to meet her, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Her heat mingles with his, and he presses down, rolling with her and longing for more. The passion overwhelms him in a way that's almost entirely unfamiliar, and she can probably feel it by now.
When the kiss finally breaks, he's panting for breath, but the smile on his face is unbreakable.
A hand wanders down to her waist, grazing her hip and hooking a finger in her waistband. If he could ravish her with affection all night...even that would be enough.
She shivers when he kisses her, pulls the heat from her veins and manipulates it elsewhere, coiling and burning in ways that she can feel are torturing him the same way. Unfamiliar, but to hell if it doesn't make her heart race. He may break the kiss, the pair of them breathless and giddy, but as his hand wanders, her lips do the same. To his jaw, down to his throat, up to the lobe of his ear, breath whispering giggles she can't seem to keep down. Not this time.
But she shifts, as if tilting to let him get at her waistband all the easier, her own hands wandering, skimming along the edge of his own in turn. And maybe she's tilting her hips again, maybe it's impeding his grip, but worth it for the pleasure of grinding them both together. She thinks of rolling them over again, just for the sake of getting at him... She doesn't, biting light at his jawline instead. She may not let this one night be enough. As if it could ever be enough.
The Doctor is pretty sure he's putty in Rose's hands at this point. He shakes when she's right there against him, the friction unbearable. And she's pressing those tortuously soft kisses to his face and neck all the while---when she hits the base of his ear, he gasps.
"Rose!"
That does it. He needs her...and fairly soon would be nice. He moves his hand to the front of her jeans, maintaining eye contact as he moves to pop the button. They're sure, right?
And when he's sure, his fingers slip inside, tentatively cupping a hip, then a cheek. Oh, that's nice to squeeze.
She merely grins at his gasp, beaming up at him with a coy sort of pull on her lips. Could she be any more sure? Impossible. So of course she lets him in, lets him slide across her skin and grope, arms sliding around his waist to give a two handed, rather bold squeeze to his own (still covered) bum.
"You're not going to break me, you know." Unless he wants to. But you know.
"You're...doing a lot of breaking," he breathes, happy about that fact. His legs tighten around hers reflexively for a moment.
When he can't resist temptation anymore, he's moving to ease her out of her remaining clothes, lingering over her legs with grazing kisses. He pauses to press a playful kiss to her foot...
...and then he looks at the vision of beauty in front of him, suddenly finding that his mouth is dry and he's rather short of breath. By the gods of this forsaken place...Rose holds his heart. She owns him completely.
After a moment, he rolls off to the side, gently encouraging her to roll with him. "Gorgeous."
She gives a smug sort of look to him at that; well, as long as he isn't complaining, she'll do some breaking. Among other things. Though the look fades to anticipation as he tugs down her jeans, toes wiggling once they've been cleared and kissed.
He's gotten her blushing again. She's not sure if she likes that; not when it isn't mutual. But she rolls over with him all the same, only slightly for one reason.
"I dunno how fair it is, me being the only one naked." Her fingers find the hem of his own trousers again, tugging playfully. Just not enough to get them off, yet.
"You wear the look far better," he suggests with a breathy chuckle, a sound that only just beats out the pounding of his heart. He lifts his hips obligingly, stroking along her spine in invitation.
"...all right, no, it's not fair. But don't say I didn't warn you," he jokes, quickly masking that odd resurgence of anxiety.
"Oh, shut up." Because she's going to gladly disrobe the last of his clothing for him, taking her time coming back up from discarded trousers with gentle hands and kisses and nuzzles to his skin. She really doesn't understand why he should be so nervous about it; he's as strikingly handsome to her as she could ever hope for.
When she finds herself back up to his front, nearly nose to nose this time, she slides her legs around his hips, bracketing in his waist and settling herself comfortably in his lap where he's sure to feel the heat of her pressed against his pelvis.
"I think you're beautiful, too, you know." Her voice is quieter this time, hands up to the sides of his face, gentle, but sure to keep his eyes on her own. She really did mean it.
And there they are. Laid bare and very much in love. The Doctor most certainly reacts favorably to her touch, shifting up to meet her when they're face to face again.
Of course he believes her when he sees that warmth in her eyes. His cheeks are pulled up around a smile under her hands.
"This old face? Well...maybe this old one's learned some tricks," he says softly, slinking eager hands down to her waist. With a soft tug, he lifts her up so that she's now looking down on him. He takes a moment to rearrange his legs into a lotus position, then lowers her...at a much more favorable angle.
"Jack's not the only flexible one," he teases, just a hint of a challenge.
It's just a little bit of stretch to peer beneath herself and see what he's referring to. Not that she doesn't grin for it.
"Is that s'posed to be a challenge? Cause you might win it." She laughs then; it's been years since she's done gymnastics. Not to say she isn't flexible, but then... Well, we'll just have to find out and see. Her new position however, sends little licks of heat along her spine, pulse sky-rocketing in excitement. Instead of finish the job however, she simply puts her hips into a little, circular grind.
The Doctor shudders, and...well, maybe he started this teasing dance, this little game, but he's certainly hoping to end it soon. He holds Rose close, fingers sprawled at the base of her spine and dipping down. His other hand teases her side.
But he rocks forward, a first teasing brush against her slit.
He did, technically, didn't he? His follow-up has her hips jumping however, just enough for her to bite her lip, to lean down and steal his mouth for another kiss.
It's a good enough prompt, really. So she reaches down between them, snaking her fingers around his length- a move that has her mouth pausing in appreciation, before carrying on and pulling him where she sees fit. Even if that means a few more gentle slides against her slick heat, grinding and wetting him just enough so that first slide in... is so much easier. Not even a few inches in, and she's sighing against his lips.
How long has it been since his last time this close to anyone? After a microsecond of thought, he realises it doesn't matter---it feels like centuries, and so it must be. Really, the measure here is in the feeling. And he knows now with certainty that there's no feeling in the world like reveling in the warm vitality of his beloved Rose. Every second his heart races faster, every moment he wants to inhale more of her scent. He feels the limitations of his human form and desperately wishes they could've done this before...
...but maybe it had to happen this way, he thinks. Without the thinly stable setting of Asgard, without the promise that their timelines would remain the same, without all the barriers ripped away, would he have ever allowed himself to give in?
He suspects not. And knowing that in time he won't remember this makes it ache more.
But that's all the more reason to stay in the moment, and that's where he wrenches himself back to, kissing Rose with renewed enthusiasm. He grinds up, adjusts his hand on her hip to give her better leverage, and settles into a rhythm.
And when he's sure, when the sensation of being one with the one he loves permeates his being, only then does his head slip down. He brushes lips against her jaw, her neck, finally settling on her shoulder where he hovers just enough to whisper to her, mutterings too indistinct to be translated by the spell...but her name is a common thread.
He tries to wrap himself around her more thoroughly than he already has, can't seem to get closer---but that's fine, because he grazes and nips contentedly right here, smothering her skin in warm kisses as he relishes in being inside her.
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She's got no fucking clue. ]
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She's gorgeous, of course. Always has been. And she's warm and alive and here, touching this body of his like no one has before.
He explores her mouth thoroughly, then traces the lightest little kisses along her jaw. A deeper one at the base of her neck. And his hands roam, so curious to know more.
That's what she wants, right?
He sets a hand on the hem of her shirt, pulling back to meet her eyes and ask.]
Yeah?
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Confusion twists her expression at his request for the briefest of moments, already so wrapped up in rhings that it seemed silly for them to have to stop. So she grins a grin full of tongue and teeth and shifts enough for her shirt to not be pinned in the slightest.
"I think you can just assume everything from here on is going to be a yes, Doctor."
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"Same here."
He doesn't quite take all the time in the world, but he's very careful not to be too rough with her. He skims strong fingers over her back as he eases her shirt over her head...then wastes no time unclasping her bra. Minor inconvenience, that.
He doesn't leave too long for her to get cold---instead, he's gently cupping the sides of her breasts, exploring her shoulders, spreading his hands over as much of her skin as possible and loving it.
Each touch sealed with a kiss grazing over her collar, her breast, her stomach. Yeah, it's definitely been years.
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His kisses are indulged upon though, hands lifting to slide against his shoulders, up and over his head to rake through the short cropped hair there, resisting the urge to kiss his crown- at least for now. She wants to let him explore, to do what he wants and drag it out-- well. Maybe not that much. But for now, she'll just soak it in, smiling away above him like an utter loon.
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He's seen something like this look before, but never quite like this. She's...well...
"...blimey, you look beautiful," he whispers tenderly, trailing his fingers through the ends of her hair as he remembers a night from long ago.
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"Considering?" She's teasing of course; somehow she already knows. Of course it isn't considering, of course it doesn't matter that she's human and he isn't (or is, right now, technically).
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The Doctor pulls her into a soft, easy kiss, taking the moment to absorb her scent and her warmth. There's still a burning desire to be with her battling with his natural hesitance, of course, but...when she's giving him that look, he's satisfied. Safe.
"Because you're human," he whispers, correcting his past self with a tender caress to her cheek.
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Because she has to round-out the silly moment. So, so long ago for her, and yet she can remember the details down to how her heart had pounded as he'd looked up at her.
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When the kiss finally breaks, he's panting for breath, but the smile on his face is unbreakable.
A hand wanders down to her waist, grazing her hip and hooking a finger in her waistband. If he could ravish her with affection all night...even that would be enough.
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But she shifts, as if tilting to let him get at her waistband all the easier, her own hands wandering, skimming along the edge of his own in turn. And maybe she's tilting her hips again, maybe it's impeding his grip, but worth it for the pleasure of grinding them both together. She thinks of rolling them over again, just for the sake of getting at him... She doesn't, biting light at his jawline instead. She may not let this one night be enough. As if it could ever be enough.
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"Rose!"
That does it. He needs her...and fairly soon would be nice. He moves his hand to the front of her jeans, maintaining eye contact as he moves to pop the button. They're sure, right?
And when he's sure, his fingers slip inside, tentatively cupping a hip, then a cheek. Oh, that's nice to squeeze.
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"You're not going to break me, you know." Unless he wants to. But you know.
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When he can't resist temptation anymore, he's moving to ease her out of her remaining clothes, lingering over her legs with grazing kisses. He pauses to press a playful kiss to her foot...
...and then he looks at the vision of beauty in front of him, suddenly finding that his mouth is dry and he's rather short of breath. By the gods of this forsaken place...Rose holds his heart. She owns him completely.
After a moment, he rolls off to the side, gently encouraging her to roll with him. "Gorgeous."
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He's gotten her blushing again. She's not sure if she likes that; not when it isn't mutual. But she rolls over with him all the same, only slightly for one reason.
"I dunno how fair it is, me being the only one naked." Her fingers find the hem of his own trousers again, tugging playfully. Just not enough to get them off, yet.
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"...all right, no, it's not fair. But don't say I didn't warn you," he jokes, quickly masking that odd resurgence of anxiety.
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When she finds herself back up to his front, nearly nose to nose this time, she slides her legs around his hips, bracketing in his waist and settling herself comfortably in his lap where he's sure to feel the heat of her pressed against his pelvis.
"I think you're beautiful, too, you know." Her voice is quieter this time, hands up to the sides of his face, gentle, but sure to keep his eyes on her own. She really did mean it.
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Of course he believes her when he sees that warmth in her eyes. His cheeks are pulled up around a smile under her hands.
"This old face? Well...maybe this old one's learned some tricks," he says softly, slinking eager hands down to her waist. With a soft tug, he lifts her up so that she's now looking down on him. He takes a moment to rearrange his legs into a lotus position, then lowers her...at a much more favorable angle.
"Jack's not the only flexible one," he teases, just a hint of a challenge.
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"Is that s'posed to be a challenge? Cause you might win it." She laughs then; it's been years since she's done gymnastics. Not to say she isn't flexible, but then... Well, we'll just have to find out and see. Her new position however, sends little licks of heat along her spine, pulse sky-rocketing in excitement. Instead of finish the job however, she simply puts her hips into a little, circular grind.
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The Doctor shudders, and...well, maybe he started this teasing dance, this little game, but he's certainly hoping to end it soon. He holds Rose close, fingers sprawled at the base of her spine and dipping down. His other hand teases her side.
But he rocks forward, a first teasing brush against her slit.
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It's a good enough prompt, really. So she reaches down between them, snaking her fingers around his length- a move that has her mouth pausing in appreciation, before carrying on and pulling him where she sees fit. Even if that means a few more gentle slides against her slick heat, grinding and wetting him just enough so that first slide in... is so much easier. Not even a few inches in, and she's sighing against his lips.
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...but maybe it had to happen this way, he thinks. Without the thinly stable setting of Asgard, without the promise that their timelines would remain the same, without all the barriers ripped away, would he have ever allowed himself to give in?
He suspects not. And knowing that in time he won't remember this makes it ache more.
But that's all the more reason to stay in the moment, and that's where he wrenches himself back to, kissing Rose with renewed enthusiasm. He grinds up, adjusts his hand on her hip to give her better leverage, and settles into a rhythm.
And when he's sure, when the sensation of being one with the one he loves permeates his being, only then does his head slip down. He brushes lips against her jaw, her neck, finally settling on her shoulder where he hovers just enough to whisper to her, mutterings too indistinct to be translated by the spell...but her name is a common thread.
He tries to wrap himself around her more thoroughly than he already has, can't seem to get closer---but that's fine, because he grazes and nips contentedly right here, smothering her skin in warm kisses as he relishes in being inside her.