On the first of December, the Doctor took Rose up the aisle. He was well aware of all the implications that usually accompanied that comment, both the romantic and the nudge-nudge wink-wink variety, but he decided to ignore them. They were in a church, after all, and there was technically, an aisle, even if most of the pews had gone missing and the others were leaning on each other for support. Rain slanted in through the broken windows.

Rose shuffled her feet through the piles of shifting leaves on the floor. She wasn't even wearing a dress, and the closest to white she came was the overly blonde brightness of her hair, the result of a dyeing accident with some sort of alien product that did not do exactly what it said on the tin.

'Why're we here?' she asked plaintively.

He shrugged. 'Mistake,' he admitted, not for the first time. 'But I'm only a couple of hundred years out. This used to be a great place for dancing. All those people singing, all the plate smashing, the cake, the sound of laughter everywhere you went.'

She looked around at the moss covered walls dubiously. 'Dancing?'

She never got sick of dancing. He had taken her halfway round the universe in search of the best places to dance, and he still wasn't tired of the excuse to take her in his arms and spend a couple of hours just looking at her.

He crossed to where she stood, bowed formally, extended his hand. 'Shall we?' he asked, having lost count of the number of times he had said the same thing over the last couple of months.

She frowned. 'But there's no music, or lights, or people or anything. And I haven't got a dress on.' She had noticed that too.

'Doesn't matter,' he said, sweeping her into the familiar position they always took. 'You're beautiful as you are.'

His arm was on her waist, her fingers clasped in his, her eyes searching his face. 'Really?' she questioned, biting her lip. 'Not 'for a human', or 'in the dark', or 'from behind', or any of the other things you usually say?'

He wished he'd had the guts to just tell her how he felt about her without constantly needing to qualify it. He did the next best thing. Slowly, carefully, and giving her every single possible chance to see what he was planning and pull away he inched his mouth closer and closer towards hers. She didn't pull away. She did anything but pull away. With a graceful, smooth glide she took half a step forward, ending up pressed firmly against him, he face tilted upwards, looking into his eyes as his lips came further and further down. He could feel her breath in his open mouth.

Their lips touched. She took a deep breath, held it, poised on the edge of a plunge, and dived in. She kissed him back.

He kissed her like a dam had broken inside him and all the passion and desire he had felt for months was coming flooding out at once. He kissed her and he held her to him as her hands came up, under his leather coat, feeling their way beneath his jumper to his skin. He kissed her, one of his hands running upwards from her waist on its own, over the toned muscles in her left arm, around the front of her top to caress her breast.

He felt her shiver as he cupped her softness, learning the weight and the roundness of her. She pushed off his coat. He unzipped her top, snapped open her bra without looking, letting both hands play across her chest. His fingers circled her breasts in concentric rings, spiralling closer to the hard nipples waiting at their centre. He heard her moan softly into his mouth, felt her shiver, and stopped kissing her just long enough to shift his jumper off.

She arched her neck as the coolness of his fingers found her taut, hot skin, flicking and pulling at the darker flesh, teasing her, tormenting her, making her open her legs, just a little as the pleasure gathered. He felt the movement, swung one hand downwards, his fingers reaching for the warmth at the top of her thighs. He pressed his hand to her through her jeans, hearing her moan again, watching as her head jerked backwards, away from his kiss.

He lifted her easily, kicked open his discarded coat amidst the fallen leaves, laid her down on her back on the floor. He joined her there, shoes off, bending his head to take one of her breasts into his mouth as his hand popped the button on her jeans, pushed further into the dark, unseen space beneath, began to stroke her through the tight material of her knickers.

Her hips raised up to meet the pressure of his fingers, one arm wrapped around his head, refusing to let him stop the sucking, biting intensity he was giving her. Her other hand struggled to push off her trousers. He helped her without being asked, getting rid of her underwear at the same time, and burying his fingers into the mound of her hair.

She was making strangled moaning noises that grew louder as he found the right place to touch her, setting up a fast-slow rhythm that was matched by her breathing. He shifted position, entering her with one finger, with his thumb pressing against her, quickening his pace. As he pushed in another finger her legs came together, raising her off the floor. She was panting heavily. Hs own breathing was none too steady as he peeled off his own jeans with his free hand, gently nudging her legs apart as he moved on top of her.

He waited there, close, but not inside her, watching the pounding of her heart under her skin, the red flush on her face. Her eyes flickered open and the way she was looking at him left him in no doubt about what she wanted.

He thrust forward, feeling her moist slickness enclose him, driving as far into her as he could go before pulling out, rushing back inside her again and again. Her nails bit into his back. Her body curved upwards against him and he could feel the shudders of her climax thundering through her before he let himself come at last.

As he collapsed on top of her he could nearly hear the echoes of happiness reverberating down the years, captured inside the walls of this church.

There was a reason that was called the missionary position, he thought, sending up a silent prayer of thanks to anything that might be listening.

Rolling off her, he scooped up her and his jacket together headed off back to the TARDIS.