Written for Ania's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANIA!
adult, 1,456 words.
It’s months and months and months after Norway that it strikes him.
Months filled with beds and kitchen tables, storage cupboards and balconies, every sofa they’ve ever occupied alone for more than an hour.
Shouts to the ceiling and filthy words, bit-back gasps and teeth sunk into shoulders to muffle groans.
A New Adventure, pt. 2
A New Adventure, pt. 1
I’m still the Doctor.
Doctor Who AU- Bad Wolf
└ The Doctor may have left Rose on a parallel universe, but that doesn’t mean she can’t live a fantastic life.
My first attempt at something smutty. Enjoy!
#just tentoo #”helping” rose put up the banner for jackie’s tenth 39th birthday party #”higher” #”no - higher!” #”reaaaaaaaaally stretch there rose yes that’s right” #and rose turning around #and looking at him over her shoulder #and giving him an exasperated look #as she realises her skirt has ridden up #so that he can see the knickers #pink and tiny #picked out by him earlier that morning #out of the pile of clean washing they’ve kept on their coffee table for a week #and rose knows that there really isn’t anything she can say #to take the smirk of his face #except maybe wiggling out of her pants entirely #and pulling down her skirt #just as Jackie comes in the door (via valueturtle)
Day After Day AU, pt. 25
↳ The Biggest Family on Earth
His flimsy singular heart is bursting with affection, no, adoration for her, and he’s afraid its rapid beat will never slow down.
"Since when?" she asks breathily, pressing her hands gently into his chest. “Since leather?"
"Yes, I like this on you," he murmurs distractedly.
"No," she giggles, her amused face luminescent in the afternoon sun. “I mean, when you wore it."
"From the beginning, Rose," he confesses, pulling her down into an embrace. His arms clutch her reflexively. “Always."
Doctor Who AU - Pete’s World - Being Difficult
TenToo and Rose told their children about their paternal ancestry, and now the boys are trying to take advantage of it. But their parents are having none of it.
FAMILY SHOW, GUYS.
And most fanfiction says they were shy of each other at first…
WOW, HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE TENTOO LICK HIS LIPS WHILE LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT
W O W
SETTLE DOWN THERE, TENTOO, THERE’S STILL AN EARTH TO TOW BACK AND EVERYTHING, YOUR NEWLY HUMAN HORMONES ARE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT
1,052 words, adult.
It’s not that he makes an effort to be more human about sex, it’s that he is human now, human enough anyway, and human sex, he’s found, is something of a dominant force.
The Time Lord impulses he has when it comes to this particular act — or series of acts — are recessive, easily trampled, tossed aside in a flurry of hormones and sweat and filthy, wonderful words.
He can’t maintain distance, can’t be objective or analytical or carefully detached when his entire body is wrapped around just one heart, and that one heart is pumping all his blood to his cock.
There’s something to be said for it though, for human sex, a whole host of mostly positive things, and he says them often — whispered in Rose’s ear, growled into Rose’s neck, panted to the ceiling as Rose does something clever with her mouth.
Things like wet and hot and tight, things like don’t stop and please and fuck and now.
And Rose likes those things, and he likes that Rose likes them, and they’re human and they’re together and it’s amazing, but sometimes, afterwards, those little bits of Time Lord creep back in.
Those bits, they itch to classify, to compartmentalize, to look at that human sex and strip it down to its elements — even if he can’t be objective about those.
This is how he knows that Rose Tyler has six types of orgasms and they are all absolutely brilliant.