7th Time's The Charm
Title : 7th Time's The Charm
Summary : Sometimes, finding the right thing to say takes practice.
Author : The9thDoctor
Rating : NC-17 - Sex, drug use, naughty words. All the good stuff.
Author's Notes : Just a little fic that I thought you might like...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been, never will. *sob*
The first time was when you were both high on the acid that somebody had bought to a party. Everybody was there. You had no idea what was going on, you could only remember him gripping your hips so hard you had the bruises for a week. You woke up feeling sore and sweaty with him, both naked and locked in a tight embrace. He woke up shortly afterwards and looked at you.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “I don’t know...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The second time was when you were both drunk in a dark doorway behind a seedy nightclub you had been to for the night. Somehow you had known the night would end like that. He had been watching you on the dancefloor and you knew the look in his eyes. He slammed into you so hard and fast that you thought you would break. It was rough, spontaneous and painful. You loved every single second of it.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Experimenting...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The third time was when you were both stoned on the tour bus. Everyone had left you both slumped on the couch watching cartoons. This time you remembered it all, the soft touch of his hand on your knee, the slow, lazy, weed flavoured kisses and especially the strange sensation of pushing yourself in deep. If you think hard you can still hear the soft exclamation of surprise that he made as he came.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Helping each other out...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The fourth time was when he walked in on you having a long shower after the gig in Atlanta. You had been watching him the whole time, thinking. He had slipped in behind you and you had started in surprise as his hand snaked round your waist. You turned to face him, but he dropped to his knees to take you in his mouth. You braced yourself against the walls of the shower and screamed his name as you came.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Having a laugh...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The fifth time was when he couldn’t sleep and found his way to your hotel room at three in the morning to wake you up with soft, feathery touches. He slipped under the sheets with you, and you were unsurprised to find that he was naked. You took charge that night, lifting his legs to your shoulders and feeling him, tight and warm around you. Once done, you almost wrapped your arms around him.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Fucking...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The sixth time was when you were both alone in the studio, working on a few songs together. One moment you had been talking about chords and guitars and the next you had him bent over the mixing desk, trousers pooled round his ankles. All you knew is that he has looked at you and suddenly you couldn’t control it anymore. You needed him right there and then. So you did.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Having sex...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The seventh time was when you just ended up sharing a room with him, the second bed going unused for the whole time you were there. He kissed you so softly, sighing into your mouth as you fell back onto the pillows, both of you exploring the other’s body as if it were the first time. He had taken you that night, and you almost cried with the passion he showed you.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Making love...”
He looked at you and smiled. “Finally...” he whispered, holding you close and leaning his head on your shoulder.
You run your fingers through his hair, and realise there’s only one thing you can say.
“I love you 'Trick...”
“I love you too, Pete... It took you long enough to work it out though...”
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There you go - What do you think?
Reviews make me smile...
The9thDoctor
Summary : Sometimes, finding the right thing to say takes practice.
Author : The9thDoctor
Rating : NC-17 - Sex, drug use, naughty words. All the good stuff.
Author's Notes : Just a little fic that I thought you might like...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been, never will. *sob*
The first time was when you were both high on the acid that somebody had bought to a party. Everybody was there. You had no idea what was going on, you could only remember him gripping your hips so hard you had the bruises for a week. You woke up feeling sore and sweaty with him, both naked and locked in a tight embrace. He woke up shortly afterwards and looked at you.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “I don’t know...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The second time was when you were both drunk in a dark doorway behind a seedy nightclub you had been to for the night. Somehow you had known the night would end like that. He had been watching you on the dancefloor and you knew the look in his eyes. He slammed into you so hard and fast that you thought you would break. It was rough, spontaneous and painful. You loved every single second of it.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Experimenting...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The third time was when you were both stoned on the tour bus. Everyone had left you both slumped on the couch watching cartoons. This time you remembered it all, the soft touch of his hand on your knee, the slow, lazy, weed flavoured kisses and especially the strange sensation of pushing yourself in deep. If you think hard you can still hear the soft exclamation of surprise that he made as he came.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Helping each other out...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The fourth time was when he walked in on you having a long shower after the gig in Atlanta. You had been watching him the whole time, thinking. He had slipped in behind you and you had started in surprise as his hand snaked round your waist. You turned to face him, but he dropped to his knees to take you in his mouth. You braced yourself against the walls of the shower and screamed his name as you came.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Having a laugh...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The fifth time was when he couldn’t sleep and found his way to your hotel room at three in the morning to wake you up with soft, feathery touches. He slipped under the sheets with you, and you were unsurprised to find that he was naked. You took charge that night, lifting his legs to your shoulders and feeling him, tight and warm around you. Once done, you almost wrapped your arms around him.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Fucking...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The sixth time was when you were both alone in the studio, working on a few songs together. One moment you had been talking about chords and guitars and the next you had him bent over the mixing desk, trousers pooled round his ankles. All you knew is that he has looked at you and suddenly you couldn’t control it anymore. You needed him right there and then. So you did.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Having sex...”
He stood up, dressed and left without saying a word.
The seventh time was when you just ended up sharing a room with him, the second bed going unused for the whole time you were there. He kissed you so softly, sighing into your mouth as you fell back onto the pillows, both of you exploring the other’s body as if it were the first time. He had taken you that night, and you almost cried with the passion he showed you.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
You didn’t have an explanation, so you just said “Making love...”
He looked at you and smiled. “Finally...” he whispered, holding you close and leaning his head on your shoulder.
You run your fingers through his hair, and realise there’s only one thing you can say.
“I love you 'Trick...”
“I love you too, Pete... It took you long enough to work it out though...”
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There you go - What do you think?
Reviews make me smile...
The9thDoctor