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The first thing Rose became aware of in the familiar haze of the morning was the fact she was not alone. Before she had even opened her eyes, she could feel the presence of a hand wrapped around her stomach, and a chest up against her back, calmly breathing in and out. Still mostly asleep, she cuddled in closer to the source of warmth, and the hand across her waist seemed to instinctively grip tighter, pulling her closer to its own body. Slowly, her mind recounted the last night’s events. A butterfly nebula… A thermos of tea… a kiss. Falling into her bed with him. With her Doctor. This realization caused her eyes to blink open, and her gaze fell to the only part of him she could see at this angle. She wrapped her hand around his, and a little snuffle of someone just waking up came from behind her.
“Rose?” He yawned and she could feel his breath on the hairs of her neck, causing them to stand on end.
“Present,” she murmured, pulling his hand to her mouth for a gentle kiss on the knuckles. She heard a sound close to a whine from behind her, and she took the opportunity to shift around in bed and get a good look at him.
His hair was a mess, parts of it were sticking straight up, and the side that was still pressed into the pillow would no doubt be flattened. She wondered how common this sight was, the Doctor in bed. She wondered if he even felt the need to sleep at all. Whether he needed it or not, he seemed to have slept deeply last night. His eyes were heavy-lidded and a sleepy smile spread across his face as he took her in. She returned his smile and brushed some of the hair out from in front of his eyes.
“Hello, sleepyhead.” She leaned forward and bumped their foreheads together. He nuzzled his nose against hers.
“Morning,” his voice sounded gravelly with sleep. He leaned forward and kissed her, Rose broke away laughing.
“Doctor, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!” She playfully swatted his shoulder.
“Don’t care, want you.” He mumbled, leaning in again. This time she let him, rolling her eyes lightheartedly at his insistence.
His upper lip pressed just above her own and gently sucked. She made a pleased sound and shuffled closer to him, her chest against his. She could feel the beating pair of hearts under his shirt. She opened her mouth and with his admission swiped her tongue over his teeth, The tip of her tongue flicked against his own and he responded in kind. They lay there, almost lazily exploring each other with tongues and roaming hands. Rose traced the edge of his shirt. When her hand dipped underneath and petted his bare skin, she felt goosebumps, and she carefully drew circles in the hair adorning his lower stomach, which caused him to kiss her more enthusiastically.
Testing the waters, Rose drew her hand up higher. She felt his upper stomach, then the slightly raised expanse of his chest. She had never noticed before with all his layers, but there was a definite slight swell there.
“May I touch you here?” She brushed her thumb lightly over one of his nipples, and to her delight, he squeaked.
“Yes, yes please.” She gave more attention to his chest then, rubbing one of his nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, until it was stiff. Feeling bold, she mouthed at his chin, then nestled in the crook of his neck, and tugged at the skin there with her teeth.
A whine escaped the Doctor’s mouth and he seemed to curl into her. She smiled into his neck.
“Having fun, Doctor?” Before he could reply, she clamped her lips down over where his Adam's apple would be and sucked. He clutched her shirt tightly.
“Yes, I- yes. God, Rose.” She moved on to the other nipple. She pulled on it slightly and used her palm to knead the handful of chest there.
She felt the Doctor buck. From their position side by side of each other, she couldn’t quite respond in turn, so she looped one leg around his hips to bring him in closer. The position sent a surge of arousal through her and she let out a muffled moan. He responded by moving his hand from the hem of her shirt to her hip, where he squeezed her and pulled her flush to his stomach.
“Rose,” he whispered, and she released his neck to look at him. His pupils were extremely dilated. “Rose, can I touch you?” She nodded.
Gripping her leg that was around his waist as leverage, he rolled on top of her and surveyed the sight beneath him. She was red and panting, her clothes rumpled.
“May I?” He said and gestured at her shirt. She nodded and he pulled the hem up, guiding it over her head.
She lay half-naked underneath him, but she couldn’t bring herself to be embarrassed. After all, he had seen her in a lot more compromising positions than this. Granted, none of those had been nearly as sexual. He was surveying her body, his eyes soft as he ran his hand gently over her stomach, then her clavicle, and finally her chest. He leaned down and in one fluid motion cupped her left breast and brought the nipple into his mouth. The suction felt phenomenal and Rose groaned, her back lifting off the bed to meet the Doctor where he was. He rolled his tongue over her until the peak was stiff and sensitive. With his other hand, he massaged the other breast and soon, it was standing to attention too.
His right knee was slotted between Rose’s thighs, and instinctively she ground her hips against it, seeking friction. The Doctor got the hint and brought his knee closer, so it was just touching her center with the thin layer of leggings between it and true contact. He moaned into her breast when she used his leg to rub against herself, and the vibration of his mouth set her nerve endings alight, causing her to squirm even more.
She lifted his chin from his task and motioned for him to take off his shirt, which he did, ripping it over his head and tossing it aside before she brought his face to her own for a kiss that knocked their teeth together from its eagerness. Their bare chests were against each other now, and Rose delighted in the simple softness of his skin against her own, and the faint tickle of chest hair. She grabbed onto his slender hips and pulled them down against her own and he let out a puff of breath and chased the sensation, pushing up against her ritualistically, almost like he was thrusting into her. She broke their kiss with a jolt and looked up at the Doctor, who was panting from the exertion.
“Doctor, I want to touch you,” Rose stroked up and down his arms. He looked at her questioningly.
“Isn’t this touching?” She laughed at the dopey confusion on his face.
“Not like this you plum. I mean can I touch you…” she placed her palm meaningfully on the crotch of his pants, “here?” He visibly blushed, to her amusement.
“I mean, are you sure? I don’t want you to think you have to, we could just do this and I’d be happy,” he nipped at her ear playfully.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it a lot actually,” she could feel herself reddening admitting this. “Do you think that’s something you’d enjoy?” He paused.
“You know, no one’s done that to me before. I’m open to giving it a go. If you’ll have me,” He looked bashful. Rose couldn’t quite believe that no one had touched him like that. ‘Well, everyone else’s loss’ she thought.
“I think I will have you if you don’t mind.” She gave him a toothy smile with her tongue poking out of her teeth.
“Okay!” He appeared excited, despite his nervous energy. “How should I… What should I do.” She patted next to her.
“Here, lie down,” he did what she said and they switched positions, Rose was now over the Doctor. She brushed her hands at the top of his pants. “May I take these off?” He nodded. With the help of his lifted hips, she ushered the pants down to his ankles and he kicked them off unceremoniously. He was left in a pair of loose boxers. Rose tenderly traced his thighs with the tips of her fingers. She moved her movements to the edge of his boxers, then over the top of his mound. The Doctor shivered. She gently rubbed down and could feel a small spot of dampness where his opening would be. She felt overcome with a fondness for the man and bent down to place a kiss on his inner thigh. She kissed a trail up his leg, taking the time to suck a mark or two into his flesh for his viewing pleasure later. She reached his core and reverently kissed it. She felt the Doctor clench and let out a little gasp. ‘Oh this is going to be excellent,” she thought.
With a motion for the Doctor to lift his hips, she shucked off the pair of boxers and was left to look at the Doctor in all of his glory, naked beneath her. He was truly a beautiful, beautiful man. She wanted to take her time with this, enjoy all there was to know about the Doctor and his body. She started by kissing down his stomach, taking a moment to knead his chest with her free hand. Her kisses laced across his pelvis and down his happy trail. She moved the hand that wasn’t stabilizing her down to his core, and gently stroked up and down, feeling his pubic hair curl around her fingers. The dampness only seemed to be increasing, and she was sure there would be a spot on the bed when they were done here. The Doctor was making little noises, the occasional “Rose” would slip through his mouth. She loved the sounds he made, and if she had her way, there would be more of them before the morning was through.
She took a moment to find his clit, and when she did she began to glide over it in clockwise circles. The Doctor threw his head back and groaned, but she kept the pace slow and consistent. She briefly swiped lower and collected more of his slick on her fingers. She leaned down to kiss him, and he lifted onto his elbows to kiss back, his breath uneven as she worked away at his clit. He licked the inside of her mouth and she reciprocated gladly, then moved down to kiss his neck, where she left a sizeable hickey just under where his collar would cover it later.
“May I be inside of you?” She whispered into his neck. The Doctor whined at the suggestion and pushed his clit harder into her hand.
“Can you- can you take it slow?” Rose’s heart burst with love for the timelord.
“Of course, I can,” she kissed him chastely on the cheek and brought her hand lower, sliding through his folds with ease. “I’ll start with one finger, you tell me if you want more.” He nodded. She massaged around his entrance enough to get him used to the idea of this next step. Carefully, she pushed the tip of her pointer finger inside of him. When that seemed successful, she slid the rest of her finger inside.
The Doctor let out a broken moan and rutted into her. She pulled almost all the way out, and then firmly pushed back inside again, massaging the inside of his walls with her curled finger. She set a steady pace, inching out of the Doctor before dipping back inside, using her other hand to continue making circles over his clit. His knuckles were white from gripping the sheets beneath him. Noticing his tension, Rose paused, and the man beneath her honest to god let out a whine.
“Does that feel okay Doctor? You seem a little tense,” She rubbed his leg reassuringly. The Doctor groaned,
“You’re torturing me Rose Tyler.” She laughed,
“Oh I’m torturing you, am I? I guess I should stop then,” She began to withdraw from inside of him, and he shook his head violently.
“No, No! Not what I meant, please,” he pushed into her.
“Use your words, Doctor. Please what?” She was enjoying him writhing beneath her and wasn’t above the pleasure of making the Doctor beg.
“Please, please continue. I can take it, I can take more.” She quirked an eyebrow at this.
“More?” He nodded vigorously. Rose grinned and teased his entrance with two fingers. “Let’s see, shall we?” She pushed inside him, causing the Doctor to yelp in surprise. He twisted and clutched the bedsheets, seemingly caught between overstimulation and a desire for more. Rose pushed more firmly into him this go around. She would retreat about halfway out of him, and then push deep inside and bend her fingers to rub on the spot she always found so intoxicating when she was touching herself at night. Clearly, it was doing something for the Doctor. She tentatively added a third finger, and he took it beautifully. She used her other hand to rub his clit, and she could feel his muscles starting to contract around her fingers.
“Rose, Rose I think I’m-” he could hardly get the words out. “I think I’m close.” She smiled and bent forward to kiss his forehead.
“Is that something you want? Do you want to come sweetheart?” His eyes shot open at the pet name and they looked through each other for a moment. His eyes were glassy and pupils were blown out. His face was flushed and his mouth was agape, in exertion or awe, Rose couldn’t quite tell. He painted such a pretty picture that she almost teared up. He finally seemed to process her question, and he frantically shook his head up and down. She smiled and sped up on his clit, and before long he was shaking around her. He took a sharp intake of breath and came undone, and she carried him through with her hands. When the contractions had slowed to little jolts at overstimulation, she gently pulled out of him and rubbed his thighs reassuringly.
“How was that? Was that okay?” He barked out a disbelieving laugh at that and reached up for her, pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of her head as her cheek pressed into his chest.
“Of course that was okay, that was MORE than okay. Do you know what you are? You’re brilliant.” She blushed and internally thanked the universe that her first time pleasuring him hadn’t turned into an inexperienced disaster. It was the very least he deserved. She pressed a kiss to his chest.
“Well, I’m glad you liked it. I liked it too.” She wondered how she got to be so lucky. He rubbed soothing circles into her back, and in her ear, she could hear his heartbeats speed up.
“Now if you don’t mind Rose Tyler, I think it’s your turn.”