Door to Tomorrow

Title - Mist and Fog

Type - Original Story

Genre - Supernatural/Fantasy/Romance

Rating - NC-17

Summary - Maria Sloane wakes up after her night of extreme passion, will Nytherian be there when she wakes up, or will he be nothing more than a wishful dream?




Maria felt extremely heavy, last night must have been a dream. She must of dreamed up the man who dove into her tub, her sexual frustration must of hit such a high that she started to see things and feel things that were not there. I mean, it seemed so...It sounded like something from a kitschy harlequin romance! Something must of been in the water cooler at work, that had to be it. Maria let out a frustrated groan, followed by a soft moan...And then another. Reluctantly, Maria awoke to find Nytherian suckling on her breast. He wasn't a dream, he didn't vanish without a trace. The tip of his tongue flicked across her breast with his mouth suckling softly. Maria simply watched him, not wanting him to stop. He looked so vulnerable, a stark contrast to last night where he was growling and snarling. Here, he was so simple minded in his suckling.

"Morning, my Maria..." Nytherian murmured. She wondered if all demons like him had accents, or was it just him? Hmm, "his" Maria, huh? She shouldn't be so surprised hearing that, after last night, he must of staked his claim. She wasn't in the mood to be owned or carted around, she saw how business deals were managed and she didn't want to be a "deal". Last night and this morning was all that he was getting, not that she wasn't happy with what she recieved. She enjoyed herself far too much last night, feeling that completely satisfied was something she hadn't felt...Well, ever to be be perfectly honest. It had only been a year or two since her virginity so to speak, was taken from her. Her ex boyfriend, what a gigantic tool he was! He broke up with her two weeks after she gave himself away to him, but in way, she was glad. She saw him for what he really was, a sociopathic asshole. Hell, maybe a demon would be an improvement after him!

"Nytherian...?" Maria piped up. Nytherian released her breast from his mouth with a soft pop, he gazed up at her and gave her a flash of his grin. Maria found herself faltering, his smile was so charming and somewhat boyish it its charm. She found herself stroking his hair, becoming hypnotised by how calm he made her feel. Ugh, this must be his charm working on her. Maria cleared her throat and tried to push him off her body.

"Did I do something that was not to your liking Maria?" Nytherian inquired. Nytherian reached for her hand, and  firmly rubbed the inside of her palm with his thumb. Maria shook her head in silence and took in a deep breath before she spoke

"So...Are you done here yet? Don't you have other conquests to seek out and work your particular brand of magic over? I mean, you did admit you're a demon...Wait, why did you reveal yourself to me? Isn't something like that considered breaking some kind of rule or what?" Maria's questions all came flooding out at once. She was sure that this would be the time where her curiosity would certainly kill her, for suddenly the danger of who she had gotten involved with became the most prominent thought in her head. Nytherian pondered all of her inquiries carefully, not wanting to keep Maria in the dark.

"I'm done here when you feel like my presense has become unnecessary, when that time comes I'll move on. That's how it works, I don't leave until you are satisfied. So clearly, you don't want me to leave. Otherwise, I would have faded into fog and breezed out the door. I usually reveal myself to all of the women who I have bedded. And before you ask, no, demons can't catch STD's and the like. Also, I can't get you pregnant. I'm rather efficient that way. Anyway, back to revealing myself. When our time is through, your memories of me will vanish into mist. The only thing that remains is the deep satisfaction that comes with what I can offer you."

The light in Maria's eyes half went out when he said the words 'vanish into mist', there was a small part of her that had become attached to her demon. Nytherian was fascinating, a man who could turn into fog and knew exactly what buttons to press in order to make her feel oh so good.

"So, what do we do in the meantime?" Maria asked.

"We do what I do best...Let me please you until ready to let me go..."

And with that, they were off again for another passionate round of sex.

Temptation, sweet and rich temptation rushed through Rose's head. Darkened, amber eyes, hands trailing across her own skin, fingers dancing on her breasts. She couldn't contain her limitless desire and attraction towards the Doctor, her body burned hot for him. Rose remembered watching him work on the TARDIS when the temperature control shorted out, sans leather jacket and jumper, body glistening with pheramone soaked sweat. Rose inhaled the air around her, the scent of his body was such a powerful aphrodisiac, that she ran headlong into a cold shower. Rose whimpered as her fingers kneaded her smooth and supple breasts, her breasts growing larger with her teasing groping, the fabric of her t-shirt straining against the growth. Rose eventually grew bored of just fondling herself and instead, begun to slide a hand down into her jeans. After unbuttoning the top gold button, she got to work on the zipper, the zipper slowly crawled down revealing a pair of lace, red panties. Rose slid her hand beneath the frilly fabric and inserted a finger into her already drenched folds, with a sharp gasp of air, her hips lurched forward off of her mattress and then fell back down again. Rose closed her eyes, picturing the Doctor filling her up to the brim with his penis, Rose moaned out in a lilting tone.

My heart goes Boum-Boum-Boum
When my mind is touching you
I'm going Boum-Boum-Boum
Only light inside my gloom

'Cause I wanna be your lover ('Cause I wanna be your lover)
Till the end of our lives (Till the end of our lives)
I could never miss again
These loving eyes

Rose pictured herself clearly staring up at his liquid silver blue eyes, his firm chiseled jawline, and ruggedly handsome face. It only heightened her arousal, she couldn't stop herself from crying out in anguished pleasure. Rose needed his sex like she needed air to breathe, why did he have to be so fucking fit? Rose hammered her finger deeper inside, desperate to be rid of her arousal, but knowing her she would probably repeat all of this at another time. Her body broke out in a light sweat, chest heaving, blood pumping. Rose was addicted to the sweet rush of pleasure, wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on her, but it wasn't enough. After what had must have been her third orgasm, Rose finally called it quits and started to pout bitterly, why couldn't the Doctor see that simple kissing wasn't enough for her anymore? She long for his hot skin against hers, and pleasuring herself had become rather mundane...Rose lay back in her fluffy bed, lamenting her miserable luck, the Doctor wasn't the sexual type...

If only Rose had known she had an audience...The Doctor, having finally finished on the temperature control, ambled his way down the corridor towards Rose's room, announcing that they could head out on their way. When he had reached the door panel, he heard Rose's voice from the other side of the room, to his judgement, Rose sounded sick and in pain. That was until he heard her moan out words like "Yes!", "Oh, yeah!", "More!"...The Doctor felt both of his hearts pump out a steady rhythm, he wanted to walk away and give Rose her much needed privacy, but...The sounds she was making, the sounds of her mewling like a cat in heat, filled with him a forceful urge to open up the panel door and be the one to make her writhe in pleasure underneath him. The Doctor groaned, his penis had certainly come to attention, for it was straining against the denim of his jeans. The Doctor roughly made short work of his jeans, with a firm hand, he grasped snugly around his penis and began to relieve his erection.

Close your eyes
Just feel and realize
It is real and not a dream
I'm in you and you're in me
It is time
To break the chains of life
If you follow you will see
What's beyond reality

The Doctor clamped his eyes shut, and pictured Rose's pleasure addled body in the room behind him. He imagined her body covered in fresh, hormone filled sweat, adding to her already most radiant glow. He imagined her breasts, swaying to and fro, as he pounded himself deeper into her sensual warmth. His head craned back, pumping himself faster and faster. He imagined her eventually screaming out his name, digging her perfect hands into the flesh of his back, leaving marks that would surely linger for more than a week. Pumping faster and faster now. He couldn't stop, the guilt of masturbating to Rose soured his pleasure, he knew full well not to, but it felt too good to stop. The Doctor felt tears prickle the corner of his eyes, the chances of Rose thinking of him while masturbating were like a snowball's chance in an inferno. He knew that he could never be that man, that he could never be Rose's champion, this was as close as he was ever going to get to experiencing Rose...The Doctor didn't think he was fantasy material...With one final stroke, the Doctor felt his penis twitch madly, his seed exploding from the head of his cock.

The Doctor's legs gave out on him, sending him to the floor, breathless and eternally ashamed of himself of doing what he had just did. If Rose had ever found out, it would be game over, she would leave the TARDIS, and never return. He was a bad man, a very bad man, he gathered a fistful of his jumper and bent his head down in disgrace. The Doctor, finding the strength had returned to his legs, began to make his way back to the console room. Until he heard Rose call for him, his hearts once again lurched inside of his ribs, he must of been heard by Rose. That's it, he was going to apologize, it may not erase what he had done, but...No, there were no but's to this, Rose would hate him for it, there was no debating that fact for a minute. The Doctor took a big gulp of air, pressed the door panel switch with an unsteady hand, and stepped in expecting the worst.

"Doctor...What were you doing out there?" Rose inquired. Her tone didn't give off the impression of fear, betrayal, or anger. The Doctor, for all intents and purposes, thought that honesty would be the best route to go. Even if that route was fraught with folly.

"I was...I was pleasuring myself Rose." The Doctor replied. His bright blue eyes, looked more like blue spheres of ash than the oceanic hue they usually contained. Rose looked at the palm of his hand, that answered her question. What came next shocked the Doctor, instead of being angry about it, instead of slapping him...Rose motioned with a curling finger for him to join her in bed, The Doctor walked cautiously over to the edge of her mattress, aching to hold her hand. Rose, gathered up one of his hands, and slowly suckled on them. Her tongue moved gracefully around each one, sending shivers of lust through the Doctor, his erection had most definitely returned. Leaving his digits, Rose gave him a coy smile and said

"Is this your way of telling me that you want to go further? I was getting tired of waiting for you Doctor...You know, for a man who has all of the knowledge of time and space, you certainly can be daft at times. I've wanted you for so long, it almost feels like forever...Doctor, please...Take me..." Rose sighed. Rose lifted her t-shirt above her head, revealing an intricately designed red lace bra, the Doctor ached to massage her soft globes. Rose let out a moan of relief when she unhooked the front clasp, releasing her plump and firmed breasts, her nipples had reached a near painful perkiness. Then, without warning or realizing it, clothes were flying everywhere. The Doctor rolled on top of Rose, eager to nip those beautiful buds on her breasts, his teeth scraped over one of them, sending Rose writhing in pleasure...

The principles of lust
are easy to understand
do what you feel
feel until the end
the principles of lust
are burned in your mind
do what you want
do it until you find
love...

The Doctor slided himself deep into Rose's glorious warmth, Rose grabbed him by the shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. The Doctor helped Rose to spread her legs wider, driving himself deeper inside of her, until he was completely sheathed. The Doctor waited until Rose was ready, she simply nodded her head in response, the Doctor gave her a tender smile and slowly thrusted forward. It first started off slow and steady, but soon it had turned into mess of passion. The Doctor pumped faster and faster into Rose, giving her rapidly expanding waves of ecstasy. Rose urged him to continue on going faster, moaning heavily into his ear, her legs firmly set around his hips. The Doctor's eyes burned with lust, it felt like pure heaven, heaven on earth or wherever they were, he couldn't care less. Rose felt her climax approach, with one last thrust, she screamed out his name

"Doctor!!"

The Doctor let out a primal groan of completion as his penis shot out his seed, he eventually collapsed on Rose's bed, hot sweat caked on his skin. Rose whimpered through the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm, the Doctor, was truly everything she imagined he would be, he was like some primal beast. The Doctor could barely move a muscle, his hearts had really gone through quite the workout, Rose was a tigress in the sack. Rose sighed, letting out a contented giggle, she gathered the Doctor in her arms and kissed his lips softly. The Doctor groaned as he slid himself out of Rose, Rose missing him already. The Doctor didn't know what to say, and it looked like he didn't have to, Rose was fast asleep. The Doctor kissed her forehead gently, holding his beautiful flower close to his chest, protecting her from bad dreams.

"Sweet dreams, Rose...I...I love you."

The Doctor, really couldn't fathom his rematerialization in Pete's World, the very last thing he remembered was the overwhelming pain from the effects of the time vortex ripping apart the cells of his body. It was strange, very strange that his life had insurance on it, and what made it all the more odd was that there was another version of himself out there in time and space. All in all, it really didn't matter that much, for he was very pleased that he had arrived in a world where Rose Tyler still existed.

It was quite a wonderous thing to wake up with the ageless sun, feeling the birth of another friday and gazing down at who to him, was considered the most stunning creature he had ever seen in his very long years. Golden locks, disheveled from deep slumber, forming a velvety soft halo around her cherub face. Her heavenly body soft and smooth like silk up against his chest...Brown eyes, made golden by the bright sunlight gracing the irides of her eyes. A smile, so pure and clean on her features, framed by a pair of delicate pink lips. Oh, oh, how he relished the miracle of being so intimate, the feeling of being so close that he could hear the gentle waves her humid breath made on his neck...

He really thought that would be the extent of their intimacy, with nothing to hinder their lingering and time precious hand holding. No, not at all, for what shocked him the most was how something deeply within him was sending shockwaves through his brain. It was frightening sometimes, he didn't think that his brain synapses were hardwired for how his body was reacting to Rose Tyler. When they traveled together, he tried to supress this feeling, this feeling that had the potential to create a chemical explosion that could only end in disaster.

Now everytime he looked at her, time slowed to an agonizing crawl, his hearts would create a violent rhythm, leaving him staggered where he stood. When he looked in the mirror, his pupils almost fully eclipsed his irides with how dilated they had become; he looked almost demonic. The Doctor hoped on all things good and decent in the galaxy that Rose hadn't seen the pathetically indecent way he was looking at her, although, the way Rose behaved around him had also changed. He remembered when they had an awful row in her kitchen, both of them near the peak of their voices, it had resulted in Rose planting her lips onto his!

It only got more impossibly intense during her father's gala, the way Rose flirted shamelessly with him at their table. Wearing a closely fit light purple dress that brought out her naturally curvy hips, her breasts filled out the top of the dress wonderfully, looking perfectly rounded. The fabric, a thin, almost dangerously transparent silk made it impossible for him to keep lying to himself in how utterly and desperately lost he was in her presense. He had no idea how in the grand scheme of things, he had come into contact with such an absolutely fantastic woman like Rose, but he was determined to honour Rose giving him a second chance at things.

And again, as the night went on, the shameless flirting between the two of them became more and more real. Then suddenly, like a wild animal freed from its cage, the two of them made a mad dash towards the lift; making up a false distress signal so that their leaving would be less conspicuous. As soon as the lift doors closed in front of their eyes, The Doctor pressed Rose up against the back of the lift, blue eyes scanning her body completely, he made no hesitation in craning his head downward to place his lips on hers. Rose moaned loudly into the sinfully delicious kiss, the Doctor tasted so good. His breath sweetened by the passionfruit sorbet, white wine, and a taste that was so uniquely his.

He thought that the fire between them could never be smothered, until that most unpleasant interruption from a man who got onto the lift with them, who basically threw a bucket of ice cold water on top of him! He had to explain to Rose that he wasn't in the mood, and the look of disappointment on her face damned near killed him. He cursed at the unfortunate circumstance, he had finally started to accept that he was feeling sexually attracted to Rose, he felt like he was finally ready on that night but life had so cruelly intervened. The Doctor resigned to his fate that he may have lost his only chance to give Rose what she wanted, a true feeling of sexual intimacy between the two of them. That was his way of thinking...

Until today.

The Doctor was working on the circuits of the TARDIS, when all of a sudden, his finely tuned ears picked up the sound of Rose calling for help. The Doctor rushed towards her room, fearing what sort of creature could have possibly gotten into the TARDIS without his knowledge and what it was doing to Rose. His feet pounded on the metallic floors as he sprinted like a man possessed throughout the corridors, he turned sharply around the corner and...There stood Rose, in all of her glory, not a inch of fabric to block his view of her body. He stood there, speechless, trying in vain to catch his breath.

"Doctor?" Rose called out. Her voice thick with desire, he could see that her body was slightly wavering as she stood, a tell tale sign that she was nervous of him rejecting her. That wasn't going to happen tonight, no, not at all, the Doctor inched closer to her, his hearts pounding away. Not because of how fast he had travelled to get here, but out of anticipation, he was kind of anxious himself. He had read books on human sexuality out of morbid curiosity, but he had never participated in it, he hoped that he would walk the walk and not just talk the talk.

"Last night, we lost the chance to, but I can't keep holding all of these feelin's anymore. I know that you think that it might be a little dodgy, having sex with a human, but I'll walk you through it if you need me to..."

And with that, the Doctor shrugged his leather jacket off his body, making a moderately large thud as it impacted the wooden floors. The Doctor lifted his jumper over his head, gathering it up in his hands, with each layer of clothing he subtracted from himself, the more anxious he became. What if he disappointed Rose, what if he wasn't good enough for her, what if she realized this moment that he was too old for her? So many what if's suddenly bombarded what confidence he had. With his body completely bare, his eyes fell to the floor. He looked up, dreading to see Rose's face.

"Doctor, you don't have to be so nervous, lay down on my bed..." Rose said softly. The Doctor sat down cautiously on Rose's bed, and then fell back on the fluffy mattress. Rose walked over to the side of her bed, she opened up her drawer, and pulled out a square shaped piece of plastic packaging. The Doctor watched as Rose tore open the package and pulled out a condom, The Doctor swallowed roughly and let out a slight whimper as Rose eased the condom down his penis. The Doctor felt a collection of small shivers go up his body, followed by a sudden heat that he had not anticipated.

Rose didn't want to make this experience tough for the Doctor, she wanted him to be as relaxed as possible, going all out, was not such a good idea. Rose wrapped a hand around his penis and ever so gently both squeezed and pulled, the Doctor sucked in his breath and started to tremble by the sheer amount of pleasure he felt. Physical intimacy was much more completely visceral an experience, he moaned out in rapturous ecstasy, his penis standing very much erect. The more he got used to recieving this completely pleasant feeling, the more he craved Rose herself, he groaned out deeply

"Rose...I think I'm ready..."

And with that, Rose immediately stopped stroking his penis and hopped up onto her bed, she moved forward slightly and positioned him just above her vagina. Rose looked into his eyes, the Doctor gave her a look of approval, Rose slid down until his penis was completely sheathed by her vagina. The Doctor felt something similar to a power surge travel throughout himself, he clamped his eyes shut for a split second to get himself under control, then snapped them back open again as Rose began to roll her hips in a circular motion. The Doctor could barely think straight, the only thing his hands managed to do was to grab ahold of Rose's breasts. An action that garnered him that cheeky smile, he did something right there.

The sounds of Rose's voice, the soft groans, the lilting moans, and the whimpers of her repeating "Yes, yes, yes!" began to guide the Doctor better in giving Rose pleasure. He started to know what Rose liked and where she was the most responsive. The Doctor got bolder and started to raise his hips off of the mattress, driving himself further inside of Rose, pretty soon the two of them were matching each others rhythm's.

"A bit faster Doctor...I think I'm close!" Rose moaned. The Doctor nodded wordlessly in response, he steadily increased his tempo, feeling the endorphin rush starting to take in effect as his body peaked in arousal. He groaned deeply as Rose tightened around him, and suddenly...The Doctor felt an overpowering sense of completion of his physical orgasm, he closed his eyes and he could see stars exploding in front of his eyes, out of his mouth, came a loud cry of pleasure. In his ears, all he could hear were fireworks, going off on all different directions, there was nothing in the world more satisfying than this!

Rose collapsed breathlessly on top of him, she gave the Doctor a small and soft kiss on his neck and looked up into his eyes, wondering what his reaction to what just happened would be. The Doctor looked down at her and smiled deeply in complete satisfaction.

"Rose, you were fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!" The Doctor groaned out. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her tightly, Rose smiled and stroked his chest lovingly.

"And you know what? So were you..." Rose replied, the Doctor couldn't keep his smirk off his face, he said with newfound confidence in himself

"So...who's ready for an encore?"