The Realm of the Fallen Angel

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 15:45:07 GMT

I've been AWOL for a while. I know. Bad Wolfkissed. But the Alt!Pete/Rose muse seems to have gone away and left me. *pouts* So I haven't been writing. Instead I've been reading lesser shipped WHO pairings. I won't tell if you won't. ;)

You know what I can't find anywhere? No, not Alt!Pete/Rose fic.. but yeah that too I guess.
But what I really can't find is Christopher Eccleston/Billie Piper RPF. And when I say fic, you know I mean smut.

Oh don't look at me like that. Nine/Rose is wonderful and hot, but sometimes a girl likes to have things a little more twisted.

Yes I have a problem. That's the first step isn't it? Realising you have a problem? ;)

A Flawed Man

Sun, 11 May 2008 11:21:28 GMT

Title: A Flawed Man
Pairing: Rose/Alt!Pete
Genre: Smut/Angst
Rating: Adult

A Flawed Man

She kneels on the floor, between his legs, and does not look up to meet his eyes. She unzips him, and her fingers feel him harden under her touch as the metal teeth are drawn apart.

Above her bowed head he lets out a breath that is part fear, part desire. He knows this is wrong.

He knows he should stop her, instead his hands grip the arms of his chair until his knuckles turn white; so afraid is he that he will try.

He drags in a breath and holds it, waits. He tenses when he feels her mouth, warm against his flesh. He exhales as she wraps her hand around his cock, squeezes him lightly, and then sweeps a thumb over the head, smearing his first creamy drop of his pre-cum.

His cock strains and hardens as she tightens her hold on him. She drops a soft kiss to the tip of his cock then swirls her tongue around it, as if learning his flavour. She opens her mouth and takes in most if not all of his length.

Undone, he finally looks at her. Her face is hidden by her long blonde hair, and he is not sure if he is grateful for that or not. He puts a hand to the back of her head, pushes his fingers into her hair and groans as she sucks him in a rhythm that he knows he has become far too familiar with.

He does not dare move, not even to push deeper into her mouth, even though he longs to do so. If he remains still then perhaps he can convince himself that he is not the man she tells him he is. He was a better man once, he is almost sure of that.

Her teeth graze him lightly; a sugar-coated threat. Her heavenly torture goes on, she sucks and tugs and licks and drives him close to madness. He closes his eyes and loses himself just a little.

He thickens in her mouth, and still she works him; drives him toward his final destruction. They have played this game too many times now, but he is not yet callous enough not to feel shame. Although he knows the day will come when he is.

She takes him deeper now. Each time she pushes forward he hits the back of her throat. Each time she draws away, the scrape of her teeth softly graze him. He knows he will not last; she plays the game too well.

She lifts her head a little, meets his gaze. He watches her pleasure him, her pretty mouth wrapped around him, and it is suddenly too much. He jerks, pulses, spurts his seed into her as she stares up at him, swallowing down as much as she is able.

When his orgasm is done, and he is spent and soft, she lets him slip from her mouth. Breathless he watches her as she stands up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks at him, silently unties her robe and allows it fall open to reveal her naked body to his eyes.

He reaches out, places one hand flat on her stomach, then trails his fingers down to the soft damp curls between her legs. His eyes dart to hers as his thumb rubs against her clit, while two of his fingers push up inside of her. He strokes and rubs and pushes until he feels her respond to his touch and she comes hard against his hand. He draws back, then licks his soaked fingers clean as she watches him, unmoved. Her cool distance cuts at his heart, and in a moment of weakness he draws her to him, presses his face to her stomach, holds her.

"I love you." It is the first time he's been stupid enough to say the words aloud.

"No you don't," she corrects him, and cradles his head against her, gentle in her forgiveness. "That's not what this is."

He pulls back and looks up at her, nods his head in acceptance of what he cannot change. "This... this is the last time," he tells her, not sure if he even believes what he is saying.

She looks at him with hollow eyes, and scrapes her fingers through his hair. She is silent for a while then she steps away from him. "I'm going to take a shower," she says and walks across to the bathroom. At the door she stops and turns to face him again. "You can join me, if you want." Then she turns and leaves him to his thoughts.

He sits in the chair, hardly daring to breathe. Seconds tick by slow as torture, and then his phone rings, breaking the silence like a scream. He pushes his hand into his pocket to retrieve the phone, and sees that it's Jackie calling. He closes his eyes, tries to think. The sound of running water invades his mind and he opens his eyes again, looks to the bathroom door.

He switches the phone off, drops it onto the bed then gets to his feet. He checks the inside pocket of his jacket and finds a small sealed packet there. He holds it in his hand and slowly walks to the bathroom.

With each step he begins to realise that she is right, has always been right. He is the man she tells him he is; flawed, and twisted, and empty and... hers.

Pleasure in Pain

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 19:45:10 GMT

Nine/Rose SMUT
Seriously ADULT
You've been warned -- if you're squeamish, look away NOW.
Everyone else, welcome to the dark side.

For 'Kitten', who wanted a Nine/Rose smut-fest and offered 'The Power is Mine' by 'Lords of Acid,' as inspiration.

Warning : This fic is seriously ADULT, and I've given it an adult rating. Please be aware of this before you read any further.

~Pleasure in Pain~

"I know what you like."

The Doctor's eyes snapped open and he turned his head. He was slumped naked on a cold metal floor, with no recollection of where in the wide universe that floor might be. His head spun for a second until he blinked it away, and there was a bitter aftertaste of hyper vodka in his mouth. He couldn't remember drinking any hyper vodka... although it would certainly explain his present situation. He straightened up, his bones and muscles protesting, making him wonder just how long he'd been out of it -- and if Jack had had a hand in this. After all, hyper vodka and nakedness was almost a calling card for Jack. However, he dismissed the idea almost immediately. There was something about it that didn't feel right, and there had been a voice; he was almost sure there had been a voice. A female voice.

So, he wasn't alone.

He looked around but it was pitch black. He couldn't see anything, couldn't make out anything. He tried to move, to stand up, but quickly realised that was impossible. Somehow or other he was chained to the floor. His hands smoothed over the cold links, three or four foot of chain ran from a heavy metal ring attached to the floor to a sturdy collar around his neck. He slipped his fingers under the collar, discovering that it was made up of a broad strip of leather, studded with sharp metal studs. It had metal fastenings and the chain was attached to it by a small padlock. He tugged at his restraint, anger quickening his blood.

Somewhere he heard the sound of disapproval.

"Who are you?" he asked the watcher in the dark. "What is this place?" He tugged at the chain again. "Where's Rose? What have you done with her?"

"I know what you need," came the voice, a velvet whisper on the cool air.

He frowned and shook his head again, trying to clear the fog. He could have sworn... no, his mind was playing tricks -- or maybe he was hallucinating. He licked away the last taste of hyper vodka from his dry lips as he caught sight of a flickering candle, his keeper was moving toward him, bringing some grace of light.

He made to move forward but the chain jarred him back. "What is it that you want?" he demanded, his anger rising within him like the fires of a volcano.

The movement of the candle stopped. "I want to break you," said the voice. "You will fall to your knees and beg for my kindness."

The Doctor's eyes sharpened. Okay, he had to be hallucinating because that had sounded like... "Rose?"

"You will call me Mistress."

The darkness gave way to a dull light as in one corner of the room an opaque globe illuminated, and for the first time the Doctor could see his jailer.

She set the candle she had carried with her onto the ground and it's flickering flame twisting the shadows into a macabre dance. She stared at him with dark chocolate eyes framed by lashes of black mascara. Her long blonde hair hung loose and silken soft around her shoulders, and she was dressed in an outfit that seemed to be entirely made up of strategically placed leather straps. One broad belt of leather crossed her breasts, another hugged her hips. The rest, thin as bootlaces, were wound around her torso, they seemed to serve no purpose other than to lure his eyes to the curves of her skin.

The Doctor found his attention wandering to her legs, toned and strong, but now elongated by thigh high black leather boots with four inch spiked heels.

His mouth dry, his eyes wide, his hearts racing, the Doctor found that he couldn't look away from her. She was all that existed in the universe. And suddenly, as his body betrayed him, he was acutely aware of his nakedness.

He somehow found the strength to look away, he hung his head, hoping to resist the temptation to look at her again. His hands moved to cover his burgeoning erection as shame and desire battled to claim him for theirs alone. Yet behind his fingers his cock twitched and hardened and thickened.

He groaned and met Rose's glittering eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

Rose moved forward, tilting her head slightly as her curious and hungry gaze following a downward pathway. "Because I can," she said, stopping inches away from him. Her hand, her fingertips, stroked down the Doctor's chest and slowly guided his hand away from where he covered himself from her gaze. She stared for a second at the glorious sight of his growing erection and licked her lips. "And because you want me to."

"Rose.."

"Mistress," she corrected, wrapping her hand around his cock and smiling when she heard his torn gasp. She smiled again when she felt him instinctively push his hips forward. She tightened her grip on him and slowly, repeatedly, began to stroke his length and he lost himself to her touch. But when he tried to touch her, tried to draw her body against his, she stepped back instantly -- further than the chain would allow the Doctor to follow -- and glared at him with cold rage. "You are my slave," she reminded him. "I can reward you or I can punish you."

She held out her hand and the Doctor saw that her fingertips were smeared with his pre cum. He watched transfixed as she slowly sucked each finger clean then licked her lips and smiled.

His erection was almost painful now.

"On your knees," she said as she met his dark eyes.

He stared at her, desired her, longed for her, and silently moved until he was on his knees before her -- just as she had told him he would. "Yes, Mistress."

She moved closer, coming to stand directly in front of him. She placed a hand on top of his head and raked her fingernails through his cropped hair. "Good dog," she praised. She stroked his head again, and cradled him to her so that his face was pressed against her stomach. She smiled to herself as she felt his lips part slightly, his tongue flick to steal a taste of her skin. She changed her stance; spreading her legs slightly. She moved her hand so that her fingers were spread out star-like on the top of his head. "Please me," she instructed, and slowly, gently, pushed his head down.

The Doctor's mouth brushed against the broad, smooth, belt of leather that was slung around Rose's hips. He closed his eyes and breathed in the heady scent of her, so close and so sweet that his mouth watered with the anticipation of her flavours drenching his tongue. Slowly he dipped his head beneath the leather, opened his mouth and slid out the tip of his tongue, finding and exploring soft warm skin and damp curls. He pushed his tongue further into the welcoming warmth of her, bestowing snake like flicks at the warm, slick, pool of honey he discovered at her oh so soft centre. He wanted so much to taste her deeply, to devour and feast of her. But she would punish him if he moved too fast, he knew that, so he concentrated on lapping at the baby-soft curls of hair until they were soaked with his attentions. He did not know how long he devoted himself to his task, so lost in it had he become, but as he felt the first insistent push of Rose's hips against his mouth, her hand coming to his head, fingernails scratching though his hair, he took it as her silent command to venture further.

He allowed himself a hidden smile and willingly, greedily, ardently he set to his task. Even as he felt his cock harden and throb he tried to ignore the demand of his own desire, his own needs, knowing that his Mistress would surely punish him if he failed in his duty to her. Opening his mouth wider now, he pushed his eager tongue swiftly and firmly up between the soft folds of her flesh, his body shook and he felt dizzy for a second. His hands grabbed at her legs as his blood adjusted to the sudden burst of adrenaline that was now soaring through his body. He felt his cock stiffen, it was already painfully erect, flat against his stomach, pre cum drizzling from its head. Up until that moment he had been tortured by stolen droplets of sweetness at the very tip of his busy tongue, but now he sought out the deepest taste of her; the core of warm honey he wanted to coat his tongue, mouth and throat.

She pushed into his giving mouth again, this time gasping a command. "More, I want more."

Gladly he set to the task, slipping his hands up the length of her boots, smoothing across her thighs, then cupping her naked behind and pulling her, jerking her, forcing her into his mouth.

He heard her cry out in surprise, her hands grasping his shoulders as her legs almost gave way. She screamed words of filth into the air, but did not pull away.

He held her firm and ate her like a starving man. He found the bundle of nerves at her center, tight and hard and already painfully sensitive. He showed no mercy, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it with brutal insistence. Even as he felt her fingernails did into the naked flesh of his shoulders he continued, feeling her writhe wildly against his mouth and teeth. She was gasping, screaming above him, but all he knew was the taste of her, running down his throat.

One of her hands left his shoulder to cup the back of his head, pulling him even deeper, making certain that his devotions remained exactly there. She screamed more obscenities at him, ever encouraging him, then her body tensed and jerked violently. The Doctor felt his mouth soaked by her, her sweetness ran like a warm river into his mouth, and he kissed and lapped and drank every drop. Her orgasm, more wonderful than he could have ever hoped for, was his undoing and it pushed him over the edge. He felt his cock throb then jerk with release, hot cum spurting out from him, falling spent onto the metal floor.

He released her then, dropping down onto his hands and knees before her, licking his lips and trying to regain his breath.

When he looked up he saw Rose was standing on the other side of the room, she approached him slowly, picking up the length of chain that still held him tethered to the floor.

"Bad dog," she scolded. "You've made a mess on the floor, look."

The Doctor glanced at the floor under him, it was splattered with his cum. He looked up at Rose.

"Clean it up," she said.

He frowned but did not move.

She edged closer and lowered her hand to his dripping cock, still half hard with lust, and dipped a fingertip to the seeping head, collecting a jewel of his cum. She slipped it into her mouth as he watched her, sucking her finger clean. Then she smiled.

"It tastes nice," she said. "Now clean it up."

The Doctor felt his cock begin to twitch and fatten again. He closed his eyes for a second, his senses still awash with the taste of her. "Why?" he asked.

"Because I want you to." She did not look away. "Besides, maybe I'll loosen your chain. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

The Doctor said nothing, he merely lowered himself to the floor and began lapping up his still warm cum. When he was done he sat back on his heels before her and licked his lips, but said nothing. He waited.

"Good boy," Rose said, trailing her hands over his body, then carefully unlocking the collar from his neck. She threw it to the floor and smiled at him. "Now stay here. I'll be back for you." Then she turned and walked over to the low light globe in the corner and switched it off, then she picked the candle up from the floor and walked out of the room, leaving him in total darkness.

Minuted ticked by slowly, but the Doctor remained where he was, waiting for him mistress to return. Eventually the door to the room opened again and light poured into it. The Doctor blinked, blinded by it for a second, then his eyes adjusted and he saw Rose standing in the open doorway. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, her face was scrubbed clean of make up and she was dressed in a white cotton sleep set. From what he could see behind her the Doctor quickly realised that they were in the TARDIS.

"Doctor?" she asked innocently then smiled and turning on her heel she ran from him.

He got to his feet and gave chase, catching her easily, forcing her to the floor of the corridor as his body covered hers, his hands ridding her of her clothes. She arched her body up into his as his mouth took hers in a passionate kiss. She trembled under him as he moved slightly, to draw her breast into his mouth, lavishing attention to her hardening nipple. He drew her legs apart, pushed into her, heard her gasp as he thrust firmly up inside of her wet warmth. She mewed under him, ached for him, arched her body upwards, greeting his every push into her.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked as he bit the curve of her shoulder, pushing her down as he rode her brutally into the floor.

"You," she gasped.

"Say it."

She felt him slide one finger to her clit and her eyes shot open as she gasped. "I belong to you."

He stroked her center with his fingers, watching her every reaction. "Mine," he said. "Mine." With every thrust into her he told her, again and again. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

Her back arched as she tensed and screamed out his name under him.

His orgasm followed a heartbeat after Rose's, it ripped through his flesh and he told her once more before he fell into contentment in the arms of the woman he loved.

"Mine..."

Doctor Who fic

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 20:19:48 GMT

Nine/Rose smut. Seriously -- ADULT.

In Bloom

He pushed her down across the bed, one hand holding her at the hip as his other hand spread her legs further apart, he needed her to be wide open - better that way - for both of them.

He slipped his long fingers inside her, two then three, he moved them deeply, securing passage. Face down in the bed sheets Rose gasped, her fingers clutching into fists in the white cotton, she bit down on her lip and tasted blood. Still he rammed into her, his thumb crossed her hardening clit and in gratitude she sobbed a moan of pleasure into the mattrass. Satistfied that she would take him the Doctor lifted her body slightly, carefully. His hard cock greeted her dripping entrance, teasing her at the slick doorway, stroking against her wet lips. Briefly he closed his eyes and lost himself in the sounds of her muted begging and pleading. It only hardened him more, and he hadn't believed that to be possible before Rose. But she was full of surprises, his Rose.

"You want this?" he asked, pushing only a fraction deeper. Oh the fire within her burnt him, and if he had been a lesser man he would have shoved himself into her there and then without waiting for her acknowlegment. But this was Rose, his Rose. She deserved his kindness. His love.

She grunted like a savage and he smiled at the curses that she flung at him. Oh her mouth had learnt such pretty flith, and he loved how she used it to encourage him.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me."

He slid into her and she cried out - he was stretching her. It was almost painful. But this was not there first time -- far from it -- and she had learnt through many a lesson that he could take away the pain as easily as he could provide it.

"Exactly what I am doing," he said roughly. "You like it Rose?"

"Love it."

"I'm going to have you spread your legs wider Rose. Open them nice and wide now, let me slide inside nice and easy. Better that way. You like it."

She did as she was told and he lost no time in pushing forward, upward, inside the wet welcoming fire of her slick lips. She hissed out a breath. He was right, she did like it. Always did.

He rode her a while, his hand tracing the juices that ran down her thighs. He trailed them on his fingers until he pressed them into her anus, then slowly eased one finger into the tightest of her openings. She jerked physiclly and he had to hold her still until she got used to the idea.

"Careful," he warned with a seductive tone, and she stilled as he probed deep within her then withdrew and cirlceld her again.

She was pushing back into his body, her open cunt slapping against his balls. She had learnt the rhythm of this dance well.

At the last minute he flipped her over onto her back and she opened her mouth to take him, to swallow him down like the hungry, greedy child she was. But tonight he stood over her instead.

"Touch yourself," he instructed. "Let me watch you."

Her fingers slid willingly between her legs, seeking out her secret place as she stared wordlessly back at him.

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it without care or mercy as he watched her display for him, only for him. He saw the moment she shattered. He licked his lips as the beauty of her orgasm flooded through her body. He listened as she begged breathlessly for her reward, and that pushed him over the edge.

His cum shot from his hard cock and covered her breasts, running between them like a creamy river.

Mindless she jerked her hips towards him and he stooped to suck her soaking cunt into another orgasm as she flooded his face.

When her flavour was all he could taste he finished the job by feasting at her breasts, lapping up his spent cum, still warm against her delicious flesh.

When he was done he climbed on the bed beside her, kissed her lips and whispered his love into her mouth as she slipped away into dreams. He curled into the warmth of her body, amazed at the depth of love that swept though his soul for this fantastic woman.

He stared at her, his fingers trailing a protective touch down her body, through the spent seed of two races, coming to rest at the swell of her stomach. He loved this new life, the one they had made together. He lowered his lips to the blossoming curve of her rounded flesh and gently kissed the precious infant heartbeat she carried within her.

She was his woman, his mate, his love. She was his Rose in bloom.

He closed his eyes to sleep, to dream. Nothing was impossible. He knew that now.

Rose and Pete smut fic

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 21:41:18 GMT

Yes, you did read that right - a Rose and Pete smut fic.
What can I say? My mind went to a very bad place indeed.
Enjoy!

COLD COMFORT

Rose checked her watch for the fourth time then looked across to her Mum who was busy flicking through the pages of a glossy mother and baby magazine.

"I'm going to be late," Rose said, trying to keep the annoyed tone out of her voice.

Jackie looked up. "He won't be long." She looked expectantly at the kitchen door. "He knows you're waiting."

As if on cue Pete Tyler appeared, dressed in a black suit and carrying a leather briefcase. He looked over to Rose for no longer than he needed to, then crossed to Jackie and dropped a kiss to her cheek as his hand smoothed over her ever expanding belly.

Jackie opened her mouth to insist he ate breakfast - like she did everymorning, but he got there before she could utter even the first word.

"Sorry Jax, no time for breakfast." He returned his attention to Rose. He saw her scowl but ignored it. He understood, which was more than Jackie did.

"Ready?" he asked Rose.

"Been ready for the last half hour," she snapped back and stood up, picking up her own briefcase from under the table.

Jackie set her with a frosty glare. "It dosen't matter if you're a bit late for work, not when you're the bosses daughter."

Rose walked out of the room. It wasn't until she was half way to the front door she muttered her reply under her breath.

"I'm not his daughter."

She pulled open the front door and a hand closed over hers. She stopped in her tracks and looked back over her shoulder.

"How long is this going to go on for?" Pete's eyes shone into hers. "Jax dosen't need this... not in her condition."

Rose tugged her hand free and stared back into his face. "You had no right to bring me here."

Pete sighed, he'd lost count of the number of times he'd apologised. "She was falling apart -- she needed you."

Rose stared at him, then turned and walked out into the bright sunlight filled morning of a new day.

:::::

Followed by a series of watchful security cameras, the sleek black car pulled into the underground car park of Torchwood Tower and drove slowly into the space reserved for Mr. P. Tyler. Inside the car Pete switched the engine off and looked at Rose in the rear view mirror. Her cold eyes were fixed on his and he knew that he would be the first to look away -- he always was.

They walked in silence except for the low buzz of the cameras and the sound of Rose's heels on the concrete, until they reached the steel doors of the lift. Pete pressed the button and waited. The nothingness stretched out between them almost unbearable, until at last he turned to face Rose.

"It's time you let him go Rose. It's time you moved on."

The lift door opened and Rose walked in with Pete a step behind her, as the doors closed she set down her case and turned and met his gaze.

"I'll never let him go. If you think that I could... then you don't know me at all." Her gaze grew ice cold. "Just 'cos my Mum settled for second best doesn't mean I will."

Maybe she'd touched a nerve, she wasn't sure, but whatever the reason she saw Petes hand make a fist and stike the stop button on the lift wall. The steel box shuddered then stopped abruptly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Rose looked up. "You know what it means. You're not him. You're not the man my Mum married. You're not my father." Her eyes glittered gold. "Doesn't it bother you that when she's fucking you she's thinking of him?"

He moved forward at once, dropping his briefcase to the floor. There was so much anger within him that Rose could feel it like electricity in the air. His hands pushed her hard up against the cold metal wall and he pressed his body into her's. She knew that he was doing it to punish her, to frighten her, to scare her just that little bit... and partly because he knew it was true. But whatever had been the intention of his movement it was not the outcome. The second their two bodies pressed up against eachother it was like a shift in the Earth. They both felt it. It was a burning, a fire, a need, fear and excitment and so much more. Rose's eyes widend as she felt Pete's touch; cool fingers slipping under her shirt, skimming over her warm flesh. She closed her eyes, remembering the Doctor's cool touch and that was all it took for the wolf to return to her. She felt Pete's hesitation, he was fighting things he didn't understand, but for Rose it was already too late, she wanted, she needed, she craved. She'd been living in this cold for so long... she wanted to remember what it felt like to burn.

Her eyes filled with flames of gold as her hands pulled at Pete's belt, then her fingers made quick work of his zipper and in a heartbeat she held him in her hand. He was already hard.

She heard him make a low groan and she basked in the sound. Her fingers smoothed over his shaft as he grew thick and heavy in her hand.

"Rose..." His voice was rough, filled with desire that burned through his blood. He'd never known such need could exist. He wanted to fight it, but at the same time he wanted to fall. He crushed his lips into hers, tasting blood from the violence between them. He tugged at her skirt, moving the fabric up and ripped away the scant lace knickers beneath, disgarding them on the lift floor as her lifted Rose higher. Eager and burning, Rose wrapped her legs tight around him as she eased his cock inside her, watching his eyes catch fire as he sank deep within her hot slick wetness. She held onto him as he pushed her back into the lift wall.

"Fuck me," she said as his kisses moved to taste the skin of her neck. "Fuck me and I swear I'll call out your name when I come." Her hands moved to hold his face -- to make him meet her eyes. "I promise."

Pete had made many a deal with devils in his life but somehow he knew this one would cost him his soul. Yet still he pushed his fingers between their bodies to seek out Rose's clit, making soft circular movements, teasing and rubbing it as he continued to thrust up into her. She looked like an angel lost in hell.

"Oh God." His eyes closed and he felt the first the first wave crash through him. "Oh God." He opened his eyes and stared at Rose as his fingers continued to extract gutteral moans and gasps from her parted lips.

The second wave hit hard and he gripped onto the body that clung to him and still he kept his eyes wide open, watching the angel that was falling into hell with him. He realised in that moment that he'd never wanted anything quite as much as he wanted to see Rose orgasm.

The third wave came, intense and destroying as it crashed through every part of his mind and his body and his cum shot uncontrollably into Rose.

Rose threw her head back as her own orgasm hit. Strong and fierce, it burned through her flesh and with a sense of deep satisfaction she opened her mouth to fulfill her promise to the man who's cock still throbbed and jerked within her body.

"Daddy..."

He stared up at her. His eyes turned cold and he slid out of her, lowering her down gently. He moved to the other side of the lift and cleaned himself up as Rose adjusted her clothes and retrieved her torn underwear from the lift floor. Eventually he turned to face her. His eye were cold and empty. He hated what he had done. But as much as his weakness sickened him he knew that when he next reached across his bed for cold comfort, he would be thinking of Rose.

"You win Rose. Is that what you wanted to hear? I suppose I'll burn in hell for what we just did -- but you might just find yourself right there with me."

"I'm already in hell," Rose said, her eyes so dark they were almost black. "I've been in hell ever since you took me away from the Doctor." She pressed the button to start the lift moving again and did not look back to him.

:::::

The lift doors opened and two figured stepped out into the reception area of the top floor of Torchwood Tower. They said good morning to the girl behind the front desk, then went their separate ways. Rose walked into her corner office and crossed to the huge windows, staring out over a London she hardly knew. She didn't belong here. She closed her eyes to stop her tears and made a silent promise to herself.

Pete Tyler had taken her away from the only man she'd ever loved.

His punishments had only just begun.

Doctor Who Fic

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 20:10:53 GMT

Ninth Doctor and Rose smut fic
NC 17

WONDERFUL THINGS

Rose kept finding new and wonderful things that she loved about him. With every heart beat there was another to add to the list.

It had started with his grin, naturally.

Then his eye's, that wicked look that made her mouth go dry.

His jacket. She closed her eyes and remembered the smell of it, the sound as it had been shed and then forgotton on the floor of the console room.

His hands. Let her perish if she ever dared to forget his hands. Nine hundred years of experience gave way to expert fingers.

Mouth. He didn't need words when his mouth had a language all of it's own.

His hot kisses trailed a blazing pattern across her naked flesh and she arched up into him, forgetting to breath. Again.

The way he said her name. No one said her name like he did. It sounded different falling from his lips. She could listen to him whispering her name and other sweet nasties, for as long as he wished to torment her ear with them.

His body. So lean and strong and hers, all hers. Forever, he promised. He wanted her to believe in a happy ever after, but she knew it was a lie. She wouldn't live forever, so she would live for the moment instead. In his arm's.

His tongue. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Her eyes opened to stare wide and bright up at the illusion of stars above her. He slowly slid his tongue into her, licked and lapped and sucked and drank. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. OH GOD.

She moaned in desire, her hands moving to grip his head. Hold him there firm against her, as she lifted her body and soared upward into his giving mouth. She cried out and rocked against his mouth and teeth. She heard him give a moan of desire, felt it echo through her secret self and she fell away and shook as her body splintered under his ardent worship.

Time shuddered around her. She drew in a breath, and felt hot wet lips take hers, the taste familair.

"Rose?" Her name. His voice. She remembered to breath. This time.

Slowly she returned to him, back from the stars he had sent her to.

"You." It was all she could say. But he understood, and moved in agreement to take his rightful place inside her.

"Rose?"

She turned to look at him. Loved him. "You... now." Her heart pounded beneath his.

His eyes darkend as his body moved. He never looked away. Not once.

She watched as he lost himself inside her. Saw his breath catch and his body move hard into her. He moved against her, so many beautiful movements, time and time again, until he staggered and fell, his climax more powerful, more intense than either of then had expected.

She clung to his body as it shook against her, then gradually stilled.

He rested his head against her breast, his eyes closing.

She closed her eyes too, and listened to the music of their blood and hearts play out until they drifted into dreams.