aroseintime:HEAD CANNON - NUMBER FIVE - PASSIONAs a young and naive girl, left incredibly unsatisfie
aroseintime:HEAD CANNON - NUMBER FIVE - PASSIONAs a young and naive girl, left incredibly unsatisfied, flat on her back as Jimmy Stone lay panting and sweating on top of her. Rose Tyler didn’t exactly have the best sex life. Being only 16, she thought that perhaps that was how… it was meant to be? She’d heard often that it hurt, and it was awkward sometimes. So maybe stories and tales of lovers indulged in the throws of passion, and sheer exilherating pleasure was just an exaggeration. As the weeks past she often found herself in quite demeaning positions, with groans and grunts pressed against her ear - and even when she’s coaxed her fingers against that small bundle of nerves between her legs she could never really seem to.. well get to that pleasure zone he seemed to get to everytime.Mickey was a little better. She finally reached an orgasm during sex— but she had to admit it wasn’t the best thing she’d ever experienced, and after a month she’d come to the conclusion that all those writings, and tales of hot, toe-curling sex had to be a mere exaggeration.Unfortunately she’d only grown even more agitated because of it. Maybe the rumors were true. Passion and romance were dead. An evening out to the pub with beer and chips was a typical Friday night for Mickey and her, and she never really expected anything more. The rare day he’d give her a flower or rose was her romance life summed up.Now traveling with the Doctor— that was another story entirely. It was the most alive she’d ever felt. Blood pumping through her veins, heart thudding thunderously in her chest, her eyes wildly lit and just a little too wide. A day with him was better than any sex she’d ever had.But that only itched her curiosity. Well, itched was probably too kind of a word. Tormented her sanity every waking day, might be better. Because that’s exactly what it was. Every brush of their hips, long-lasting embraces and tight hand holds left her burning with want. Want for him. But it became clear instantly he wasn’t about to sate that.That who The Doctor was. He was a exhilarating creature. Whether all Time Lords were like that, she hadn’t a clue. Although from the way he’d explained them, she had a feeling that was just him. He carried every action out— swiping his fingers gracefully over the TARDIS console, dancing around it, falling to the ground with infectious laughter, saving civilisations, beaming in the midst of of victory and even facing imminent failure— he carried it all out with a blazing passion she yearned to clutch. And oh did she impossibly yearn to make him scream her name, to feel his hands tugging her hair, their bodies slapping in a rhythm so unique that every time would be different. Every kiss labored with a different heart-stuttering jolt.But then she suddenly found her future tethered to a frozen beach. Cold. Empty. Void of the passion that everyday life had held for her. Just memories of what she’d used to have— and for a good while she mapped out every missed chance, every ‘almost’ opportunity. It drove her insane. The loss was unbearable. And she wouldn’t be going down without a fight.She was so unbelievably ready to travel with him again when she was landed on the same frozen beach for a second time. To lose herself in the expanse of the universe and the glimmer of the stars. He was slipping away from her again; but this time she was left with something very precious. The beach began to melt around her, suddenly dissolving around her when his hand caught hers, and that familiar fiery jolt ruptured within her as they watched the stars fade away in the form of a blue box.It was that night. That first night in a motel, tension high, nervous and shy, barely saying a word to each other- that she finally finds it. She watches him silently as he crosses the room, hands in his pocket until he reaches out to pick up a piece of fruit in the bowl on the small coffee table. Could it really be him? “Satsuma. Who in their right mind would actually give these as complimentary gifts.” He scoffs.And then she’s on him. Practically pinning him against the nearest wall, and the tension is excruciatingly high now. Hearts clambering in their chests, they spend the night doing something completely foreign to Rose. Making love. He takes his time, slow quips of his tongue, and drawn out touches from his fingers sliding over her smooth skin until she’s keening against him. So dedicated. So transfixed on her. And when she lets go, she’s screaming his name, her toes curling, and she swore the stars were going out for a much different reason this time. It’s every time after that. Whether she has him pressed against the back of her mums house, or he has her bent over the couch. Giggling, adventurous and wild, rough and hard, or soft and sweet. She’d always wear the same tongue-touched grin afterwards, hand in his, she thinks to herself— ｍａｙｂｅ ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ ｉｓｎ＇ｔ ｄｅａｄ ａｆｔｅｒ ａｌｌ． -- source link