Disclaimer - I don't own the characters. The BBC does.
A/N - Regardless of this story, don't get me wrong. I like Rose, loved her during the first season. This is a reaction to something else. Because no matter how hard I try, and believe me I have, I cannot see how someone can think that if someone keeps saying no, and even says stop touching me, that that is a nice, healthy relationship. Because it's not. This fic is a 100 word drabble when the title is taken out. Dark themed.
Consequences
Rose had left shortly after, satisfied and sliding off of him like a giant purring cat that had just caught its latest meal.
In a way she had. Her last too.
He couldn't look at her, not after what she had just done to him.
He was sticky, he was shaking and he was whimpering softly to himself.
He had told her to stop. He hadn't expected her to go on, but she had.
His body had reacted without his wanting it to and she had taken advantage.
He dropped her off home and left, never looking back.
Goodbye Rose.