AN: Er, hello! This is my first attempt at an M rated fanfic. Sooo, go easy? Heh.
Touch
The thing that first alerts Rose to the fact that the Doctor might like her is actually they're first meeting. He grabbed the hand of a girl he barely even knew, and told her to run. The touch left her with the feeling of electricity coursing through her body, and she wanted to know everything about this stranger that took her hand.
And then there were the subtle back touches, the grabbing of the arm for support, the pushing hair out of her face. Anything that would have screamed love for a normal bloke apparently never registered to the mind of a Time Lord. He still thought of her as a stupid ape, that much was apparent from his backhanded compliment.
"You look beautiful! ….for a human."
Yeah, she was imagining it.
Kisses
He thought she didn't remember their kiss, that much was evident in his eyes every time he looked at her. But she was still in the back of her mind while Cassandra kissed her. She remembered sighing, wishing she could actually feel the sensations on her lips, could whisper "finally" and have him deepen the kiss even more. She wasn't supposed to tell him. She wasn't supposed to let him know.
Caresses
Rose is awoken from a deep sleep in the middle of the night from the Doctor's scream. She pushes off her duvet in record time, running as fast as her legs would go and even then struggling to do more. She pleads with the TARDIS to show her where he is, and miraculously the door appears in front of her.
She rips the door open, not quite knowing what to expect, but it definitely isn't this.
The Doctor is curled into the bed, screaming for something to stop and without another thought, she crosses the room and places his head in her lap, stroking his hair.
"Doctor," she calls softly. "Doctor, it's just a dream, you're here. On the TARDIS, with me."
His eyes snapped open, looking frantically around, before he seemed to notice her. He buried his face into her stomach, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"D'you want to tell me what the dream was?" she asks quietly.
He shakes his head frantically and clutches at her tightly, like he's afraid she might just disappear and leave him alone.
"It's alright," she soothes, rubbing circles into his temples. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
He seems to relax after that, and he sits up. "You promise?" he asks, an intensity to his eyes that Rose has never seen before.
"Yes," she says quickly, not needing to think.
The Doctor reaches out a hand to stroke the hair away from her face, and she leans into it.
"Rose, my beautiful Rose," he whispers.
"Your beautiful Rose?" she asks, confused.
His eyes grow wide with panic and fear. "I just meant-my companion, right? And I told you you were beautiful once! For a human…" His throat bobbed up and down with his swallow.
She could tell it was painful for him, he didn't know how Rose felt. Or perhaps he was scared to find out.
"My Doctor," she sighed, ruffling his hair.
He makes a comment about a piece of lint on her thigh and reaches to swipe it away, fingers lingering a moment too long on pale skin, and her arousal stirring. Him gasping like he was attacked, and backing away a few steps.
Jealousy
She convinces him to take her to a pub in the 21st century. He is against it all the while, and she's daring him at every opportunity to tell her the real reason.
"What is it?" she asks. "Drinking?"
"Nah. Well. I mean, I don't want you to get alcohol poisoning, but that's not the point."
"Then what?" she breathes, taking his tie in her hands teasingly.
"Bit boring, isn't it? 21st century Earth pub? We could be saving other planets, and instead you want to do drinking and dancing!" The Doctor shook his head in mock disgust.
"It'll be lotsa fun."
"My life in your hands, Rose Tyler," he says solemnly, and she has to laugh.
Rose returns wearing a very short red dress, low cut, with red lips to match. She sees the breath catch in his throat.
"Whatcha think?" she asks anyways.
"It's alright," he shrugs nonchalantly.
They step into the pub, bass thumping all the way down the block much to the Doctor's disapproval.
Rose takes his hand and leads him into the crowded place, ordering two drinks and sitting him down. The drink takes the edge off, and he finds himself enjoying the night.
Rose gets up to dance with some other bloke that asks, and all she thinks is Come on, Doctor, show him how much you hate this. She dances and grinds on him, eyes on the Doctor the whole time. She notices the way his fists clench around the beer bottle, the way his eyes darken with rage as the guy's hands move closer and closer to her ass. When the bloke actually touches it, she sees him throw the bottle down against the table.
She visibly gulps as he storms over to the bloke, all Oncoming Storm in his features. She murmurs a quick, "I'm sorry," to him, before the Doctor shoves him out of the way, grabbing Rose by the arm and leading her outside.
"What the hell was that for?" she asks. "Coulda just asked me to dance."
"I prefer to do that kind of dancing in private," he gritted out, tugging her towards the TARDIS.
"What's goin' on?" she questions him.
"What's going on is you let some strange bloke dance all over you, that tiny dress riding all the way up to your knickers almost, and looking like you were enjoying every single minute! That is what is going on!"
She shivered from the anger in his voice. "I don't see the problem," she said coolly. "S'not like you show any interest in me."
They had reached the TARDIS now, and the Doctor pushed her against the console. "No interest?" He ground his hips against her. "I show you my interest in you every damn day, and I thought you knew. But I guess, I was wrong. Just another stupid ape, looking for someone to mate with."
Rose bit back a moan from his hips. "I thought you knew I loved you." she said quietly.
His eyes darkened with lust, and he said, "What did you say?"
"I thought you knew I loved you."
He picked her up bridal style, surprising her, before carrying her to his room and setting her on the bed.
His lips crashed into hers hard, and she gladly accepted them, pressing her tongue further into his mouth. Exploring every inch of him before this beautiful dream ended.
She broke away. "Hang on, are you jealous?"
"Yes," he replied simply, "You're mine," he growled, attacking her mouth once more. He moved down to her neck, her collarbones, biting and sucking and Rose was panting. She tugged at his coat and he shrugged it off. She tugged at his shirt and he took that off, too.
"Only fair if you take off yours too," he said, pulling her dress off in one swift motion. He pulled back for a moment to appreciate the newly exposed skin. "Don't ever wear that dress again," he commanded, and Rose nodded.
He let out a groan when he realized she had no bra on.
He turned his attention to her breasts next, kneading and licking and rubbing his thumbs along the nipples. She squirmed and moaned under his ministrations. Pleased with himself, he ran his hands down her body.
"Is this how you wanted me to dance with you?" he asked huskily, continuing his up and down motion down her body. "Is this what you wanted that bloke to do to you?"
"No," Rose squeaked out.
"Damn right," the Doctor growled. "No other man is allowed to touch you like this again." He pulled off her knickers and tossed them aside, kneading her thighs roughly, and she started panting again. "Tell me what you want," he said softly in her ear.
"Please," she pleaded.
"Please what?"
"Need you," she gasped. "Want you, my Doctor."
And that was it. The Doctor slid a finger to her folds to see if she was ready and he almost moaned when he found out just how ready he was.
"You have been enjoying this, haven't you?" he asked in curiosity and in awe. He quickly shed his trousers and his pants, aligning himself to her just right and he pushed in.
"Oh," she said breathlessly, clutching to him, and lifting her legs to wrap around him. He let her adjust for a moment before thrusting in and out, punctuating each one with a murmur of "mine, mine, mine" against her skin.
"Yours," she agreed, clawing into his back now, moaning his name, and oh, if that wasn't the most brilliant thing she had ever done.
"Rose," he whispered, thrusting erratically now, "You are so, so beautiful."
"For a human?" she gasped.
"No," he said firmly. "My Rose is just beautiful. No one else."
She smiled at him then, and she tumbled over the edge with him, rolling over onto their backs, panting.
He clutched her to him like she would leave, pressing kisses into her sweaty hair, and rubbing her back. "That was-"
"Wow," she finished.
"Brilliant," he corrected.
She snuggled into him, falling asleep.
"My Rose," he murmured contently. "I love you," he added.