Co-written and based on an RP with Tumblr user badwolfgirlicouldkissyou.

Notes: Dark!AU!Ten, obviously (who goes by a Scottish Gaelic nickname). And if the Doctor crossing back on Rose's timeline and seducing her makes you uncomfortable, it's probably best that you turn back now.

Please take note of the rating. I think this just barely manages to scrape in under the M rating, and if that's not clear enough for you: This fic contains sexual content of a slightly dubious nature and a Ten that is written in a dark, aggressive manner.

There is plot. If you squint and look really, really hard.

Translations:

tha gràdh agam ort: I love you [Scottish Gaelic]

Ildiem tu faronn: I need you so much [Gallifreyan]

Fietsu'ra: touch me [Gallifreyan]

Ngudia sam: my beloved [Gallifreyan]

Satu: stay [Gallifreyan]

Rovalionnti: I beg you [Gallifreyan]

Sowaitu shog ra fionn: don't leave me [Gallifreyan]

Tam shia ngarthu: you are so beautiful [Gallifreyan]

a ghrá: my love, dear [Irish Gaelic]

Tamonn migar ti cayio ni timyi: I want to break your hearts in bliss [Gallifreyan]

Ildiem tu: I need you [Gallifreyan]

Semrath ngudia tu ki faro?: do you know how much I love you? [Gallifreyan]

Foyemsi'ra sam: come for me [Gallifreyan]

a chroi: my heart's beloved, my heart, my darling [Irish Gaelic]

Back to the Beginning

Chapter One

"I've held back for too long…" The Doctor wasn't even aware that the words had left his mouth from his hiding place in the shadows until the oh-so-familiar blonde stopped and turned to face him. He shouldn't have done this, gone back and crossed her timeline, but sod the rules and he'd needed to see her . . .

"Did y'say somethin', mate?" she asked spinning around a bit too quickly at the sound of someone's voice behind her. He looked harmless enough, but why was he looking at her like he had just walked out of the desert?

"Yes." The Doctor didn't elaborate further as he eased out of the shadows, hungry gaze locked on her. His mind was already storing away the little differences from his Rose—her hair was longer, her face a tiny bit thinner, and if she was eighteen and dating Jimmy Stone… He wouldn't be at all surprised if there were bruises and marks marring her skin underneath all the pink-and-turquoise clothing.

Anger briefly swirled in his dark brown eyes at the thought. But no, she didn't know him and he had no right…

Sod it. He knew why he was here and it was to take something that didn't (yet) belong to him.

"Can you tell me what year this is?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"Blimey how much have you had?" she asked nervously. She eyed him for a moment before answering. "2005, January the first. Are you alright, mate?"

She had a sudden wave of anxiety wash over her at the look of recognition in his eyes. She'd never seen this bloke before; was he one of Jimmy's guys come back for revenge on her?

"I'm fine," he said with a faint smile. "And I'm not going to hurt you, Rose."

She stepped away from him. ""How d'you know my name?" she asked properly afraid. "Did Jimmy send you?

At the sound of Jimmy's name, his expression darkened. "No. He didn't. As for how I know your name…" The Doctor stepped closer, didn't try to touch her. That would just spook her further. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

She didn't like how his expression changed at Jimmy's name, but she wouldn't press as to why. Not yet. "Try me," she said softly, not moving from her place in the middle of the street. "Start from the beginnin'."

He shook his head. "No. Why don't you tell me about this Jimmy?" Despite himself he moved closer, one of his hands reaching out for hers before he could stop himself.

He had to do more than just see her, talk to her. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, taste her, hear her screams…

"Arkytior." Her name in his native Gallifreyan slipped out, his tone softer and almost pleading. His outstretched hand found hers, and the pads of his fingers started absent-mindedly drawing Circular Gallifreyan on her skin. He bent his head a little, dark gaze flickering from her eyes to mouth to where his hand held hers. "You don't know me—not yet, anyway—but believe me when I say I'd never hurt you."

"Nothin' t'tell about Jimmy," she said softly. "He hurt me, so I ran away." She decided to leave it at that for the time being, she didn't want to go into detail about how she'd been hurt, nor that she was certain he'd been checking up on her of late, maybe going as far as breaking into her flat and going through her room. She'd noticed a few things out of place just yesterday and felt violated.

"What did you call me?" Her brows furrowed in confusion, allowing this strange man to take her hand in his own. She couldn't help but notice that there was a hint of familiar but she couldn't possibly understand how. "What d'you mean I don't know you yet? Who–who are you?"

"If you want me to answer that in order…" One corner of his mouth turned up. "What I called you, Arkytior… is your name in my native language. Let's skip the second question for now and as for who I am… Call me Teine." The entire time he talked his fingers continued to trace patterns on her hand, her wrist. Using his usual renegade Time Lord title felt wrong somehow, so he'd settled on his current nickname—the Scottish Gaelic word for fire. (Not that Rose knew that, of course.)

"And if you want, I can make sure he never hurts you again. But for now…" He lifted her hand to his mouth, pressed cool lips to her radial artery. "Come with me."

"Go where?" she asked softly, a little breathless as he kissed her hand. She knew she should be afraid, but somehow she wasn't. The way he was gentle with her, like she was something to be cherished. She'd never been cherished before. "I… I can't go with ya. Mickey'll be waitin' and I'm already late. 'Sides, don't you think it's time you went home too?"

"Don't have one anymore, not really, and forget about Ricky the idiot." Deliberately, he slowly rasped his tongue along the inside of her wrist. "I need you, Arkytior. Please. Stay with me tonight."

Heat rushed down to her core at his words and she found she couldn't say no to him, but she would have to try. She didn't know him and while she may be safe with him, she couldn't be sure… not really. "I really need you t'let go of me, mate," she said in a frightened voice. "I'm sorry y'don't have a home, but I don't think I can help you. You're scarin' me."

"Am I?" A faint, amused smile; then he was bringing his hands up to her temples. "Well, then, I won't be for long."

The instant the telepathic link was established, he pulled sleep forward and caught her as she stumbled. Satisfied she would be more-or-less unconscious for the short trip, he picked her up and carried her into his TARDIS, his room, and laid her down on his bed. Then he sat down, watching and waiting for her to wake.

-x-x-x-

It was several hours later probably when her eyes fluttered open and she took in her surroundings. It was almost too dark for her to properly make out, but she knew she wasn't in her room. "Mickey?" she whispered. "Blimey, how much did I drink last night?"

"Sorry, but I'm not the tin dog. And you didn't have anything to drink," the Doctor said from where he was leaning against the wall near the head of the bed. He shoved off, moved closer. Earlier he'd removed her hat, shoes, and jacket, which left her in her shirt and jeans.

Now, he sat down next to her on his bed, though he made no move to touch her just yet. "I knocked you out, brought you here. Relax—I didn't do anything else to you. I wanted you to be awake for what I have planned."

"You knocked me out?" she barked, actually angry. She scrambled back out of the bed and stood just next to it, her fists clenched at her side. "You take me back right now! How long have I been here, eh? I told you I didn't want t'go with you. I know how t'defend myself if y'try anythin' I don't like, mister. I learnt my lesson from Jimmy Stone!"

"No." Instantly he was on his feet and facing her, wrestling with the impulse to force her back onto his bed. He didn't want to force her—he wasn't Jimmy Stone. "I'm not doing that. As for how long you've been here… You were asleep for at least two to three hours. It's always hard to judge time in here, even with—" The Doctor cut himself off, couldn't resist taking her hand again and trailing patterns on the skin. "I know you know how to defend yourself, Rose. That's one reason why I…" He couldn't say it. Even now, he couldn't say it.

So instead he brushed his lips across her forehead, the corners of her mouth. "Stay, Arkytior," he whispered. His free hand went to her waist, slipped under her shirt and went around to the small of her back. "Please." His mouth moved to her jawline, then her ear. "I don't want to hurt you." Lower, and he was kissing the side of her neck. "Let me have you—all of you."

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he started kissing down her throat, she stifled a small moan. He was skilled and no denying gorgeous. She didn't want to be afraid of him when he was like this but he was going so fast and she didn't even understand why. "You what?" she whispered. Liquid heat ran south and pooled in her belly but she needed him to tell her more about their relationship. Clearly he knew her, but time travel wasn't possible was it? "What am I t'you? Tell me…"

"Everything. You're everything to me and I never—" He broke off with a frustrated growl, pulled her closer to him. "I've held back for far too long, Rose. Not again. Never again."

Her eyes flew open at his admission. "Never?" she gasped. "I've never met you b'fore. You can't be from my future, there's no such things as time travel. You… you just want a romp and then you'll dump me off just like Jimmy." Her young eyes filled with tears. She was so stupid and now this bloke had her somewhere just to use and and dump her. She'd never get a break.

"No. Not to you. Never to you." The Doctor tightened his hold on her, inhaled her oh-so-familiar scent. "Tha gràdh agam ort… and I can't let you go." He nuzzled her throat, then just below her ear. "I don't 'just want a romp,' Rose." His voice had gone low, dark. "No, I'm going to make love to you over and over again."

He was probably scaring her, but he didn't really care. Not now, not when he was finally holding her, here, in his room where she should always have been.

"You love me," she whispered, but whether it was a question or a statement was unclear. He did, didn't he? None of this made any sense, but she allowed him to continue his ministrations, craning her neck open for better access. She was on a train heading towards something and she couldn't get off even if she wanted to. Because suddenly she didn't. Even though she'd never seen him before, she felt something akin to comfort in his arms. Like she was always heading for this… like this was home. "Tell me you love me and I'll believe you…"

"I already did. Tha gràdh agam ort." He brushed his lips over her carotid artery, touched the tip of his tongue to her pulse-point. "It means 'I love you.' And oh gods, Rose, you have no idea how much. I never told you, could never spit it out and I wasted so many chances… Once I burned up a sun just to say good-bye."

He pulled back, lifted her shirt up over her head and let it drop to the floor. Dark eyes swept over her, lingered. There were bruises that were a few days old, some even older than that, and silently he resolved to track down Jimmy Stone and kill him. But even so…

"You're beautiful, Rose," he breathed, moving in again and finally—finally—covering her mouth with his own. He kept the kiss soft, gentle though everything in him wanted to explore further, claim and mark her as his.

He groaned softly into her mouth at the thought, at the mental images that were flashing through his head. His arms wrapped around her again, cool hands against warm flesh, and pulled her body tightly against his.

She practically melted at his words, hearing nothing but honestly in them. No one… no one had ever spoken to her with such softness in their voice. She held back a small moan. As her shirt was pulled over her head and divested she tried very hard not to feel shy, but couldn't help herself. Instinctively she tried to hide the bruises, but stopped as he drew her in and planted a tender kiss to her lips.

"N..no…" she murmured quietly. "I'm not. I'm…" She was quieted by his kiss.

The sound he made could not be chronicled and she found herself responding to it without thinking. His skin was cool to the touch, and she wanted to make him warmer. Wrapping her arms around his thin waist, she parted her lips, her tongue running along his bottom lip.

He deepened the kiss the instant her lips parted and her tongue ran along his bottom lip, shivered at the feel of her warm hands on his waist, the heat of her body scalding him even through his clothes.

Minutes later he pulled back to give her a chance to breathe—she was human, after all—and allowed his hands to explore her back before directing her hands to the front of his shirt.

"Ildiem tu faronn Aryktior," he whispered. "Fietsu'ra." He guided her fingers, helped her undo one button, then another.

She didn't understand the lyrical words that spilled from his mouth, but the intent was there. Following his lead she took her time unbuttoning the front of his shirt until his bare chest was right there in front of her. She panted through parted lips, eyes gazing over the smattering of chest hair before her fingers grazed his cool flesh. "You're so much colder than me," she murmured. "Why are you so cold?"

"Genetic mutation," he answered quickly, hoping she wouldn't press for details. He didn't want her to know he wasn't human, not yet.

It took him a few seconds to shrug off his shirt, felt it slide down his shoulders, back, and then it was on the floor. Slender fingers trailed across her hips to the front of her jeans, had the clasp and zipper undone before she could realize what he was doing.

A small part of him was also hoping she wouldn't notice that he had a double heartbeat and two extra ribs. Those he might not be able to explain away so easily, at least, not in a way that would be easy for her to accept.

Right now, there were more important matters to worry about—like the fact that he wasn't yet exploring and tasting every inch of her.

"Genetic mu—" Her train of thought was cut off as his shirt slipped from his shoulders and billowed like a cloud to the floor. She simply couldn't comprehend what was going on anymore, but she didn't want him to stop. As he started in on her jeans she froze and the full reality of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks. She was about to give this stranger everything and she was certainly not a loose girl.

"Teine," she murmured, her hands covering his own before he could pull her pants down. "I… I need you t'slow down. I dunno how any of this is possible. I've never seen you b'fore and yet, you love me? Please, I need t'understand."

"I'm a time traveler, Rose." For now, he was willing to tell her that much. "I've already lost you twice." Gradually he became aware that his fingers were tracing his written language on her waist, on her lower abdomen, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. "Don't make me lose you again."

He brushed his lips across her forehead, over her mouth before again nuzzling at the curve of her neck. "Ngudia sam… satu… rovalionnti. Sowaitu shog ra fionn."

"There ain't no such thing as time travel," she whispered, but didn't stop him as he blazed a trail of kisses down her face and into her neck. She let go of his hands, wrapping her arms around his middle and rubbed his back in circles. She didn't understand what was really happening, or if she believed any of this time travel business, but she believed he'd seen loss. She believed he needed her. With a small sigh, she gave in and gave up, letting her body practically melt into him. "Okay," she whispered. "But you're gonna have t'explain all of this later…"

"I will." His fingers slipped inside the waistband of her jeans, tugged just enough to let gravity take over. He drew back, looked her over with nearly-black eyes. "Tam shia ngarthu," he breathed. "I mean that, Rose. You really are."

He kissed her again, continued kissing her as he maneuvered and lowered her down onto his bed. A quick shift of positions had one knee between her legs, the other on the outside, and his left arm providing support while his right hand cupped her face before exploring further down her body.

She still had no idea what he was saying, but she decided to just turn off her internal monologue. She was going to do this for this desperate man. And if she enjoyed it along the way, who could blame her? She stretched her arms over her head, breathing heavily. "That language ain't anything I've ever heard before…" she murmured. "Is it alien? Are… are you alien?"

He hesitated. "Soki—yes. Is that all right?"

Even as he asked the question with a note of anxiety in his voice—What would he do if she said no, it wasn't?—he found that he couldn't stop touching her, couldn't stop writing Circular Gallifreyan on the canvas that was her body

"Yea," she said softly, finding that is actually was all right. It made sense, his temperature being cooler and all. She wondered what else there was about him that made him different than her. "Yea, it's… different."

"Good different or bad different?" He couldn't help remembering the first time he'd asked her that, the first time they'd had this conversation when he was in a different body, and his hearts beat just a little bit faster.

"Just… different," she said. Her hands explored his torso, her dark gaze drinking him in. He looks very human, but she can tell he's not. There's something different about him. That's when she noticed his rib cage is different. She poked at the extra rib, brow furrowing at it. "That's different," she said, poking him in the extra rib again. "What else is different? Y'gots two hearts or something?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "There's more differences than that, internally, but externally… I more or less look human. Weelll, I say that, but really, you lot look Gallifreyan."

His hearts beat faster as she ran her hands over his torso, and a pleasant chill raced down his spine when she poked him in the ribs.

Then another thought occurred to him. "Rose, have you ever…? I mean, are you a…?"

Rassilon, this was mildly embarrassing. Over 1,000 years old and he couldn't even spit out what he wanted to ask. There were bruises on her arms and abdomen, yes, but that didn't necessarily mean…

"Am I what?" she asked. "A virgin? No. I'm not." She looked away, almost embarrassed. "Wasn't all that pleasant, if y'don't mind. I don't like talkin' about it."

"Okay. Wasn't planning on doing much talking, but I do plan on making this very, very pleasurable for you."

A faint quirk of his lips; then he was trailing kisses down her throat, clavicle. Long, slender fingers made quick work of her bra, which was quickly discarded.

He moved lower, licked, nipped, and teased her breasts. Every so often he'd pause, dark eyes flicking up to hers to gauge her reaction, while his hands continued to roam over her body and took care not to press down too hard on her still-healing bruises. She might not know him, not in the way he did her, but she was still Rose, still his own personal goddess—and he was determined to worship her as she deserved.

She went boneless under him, moaning softly as he began his worship of her tiny, bruised body. The tender way he touched her, kissed her, looked up at her. There was no doubt this man loved her with every particle of his alien body. She lost all sense of the English language, letting her hands card through his hair. She wondered how much longer she would have with him and then how long she would have to wait before she found him again. In her future but his past. She was so hot… burning for him, in need and passion and desire and lust. She gave herself to him without any more words or questions. They would be answered. For now she was content to let him explore her, to make love to her in the ways he so clearly desired.

He loved those sounds she was making and wanted to hear more, wanted to hear her scream. And oh, gods, she felt like fire and the scent of pheromones and arousal rising from her…

Heat pooled in his lower abdomen; a low groan escaped him as he moved lower, blazed a trail of kisses down to her stomach and stopped just above the waistline of her knickers. Teeth and hands tugged at the thin scrap of material, and it soon joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.

Another glance to make sure she was still okay with this; then he was spreading her legs, pressing kisses along her inner thigh and nose brushing through her curls. Then finally—finally—he was tasting her, running his tongue along her folds, swirling around her clit. One hand continued to hold her open to him as he drank from her; the other slid up her body, found and clasped her hand in his.

She moaned deeply as she felt the tip of his tongue part her folds. She had been embarrassed until that very moment, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as she let this basically stranger explore her in the most intimate ways. Her breath hitched as she started to pant heavily. Much too heavily. She let her fingers find his wild hair, combing through it as he continued his ministrations. She hooked her legs over his shoulders, moaning her pleasure.

His eyes closed in pleasure as Rose carded her fingers through his hair, and he only just resisted the urge to purr and arch into her touch like a cat.

Her moans, pants, the pressure of her legs on his shoulders… It was driving him crazy, causing his already-thin sense of control to slip away. He growled softly, slid deeper inside as he chased her essence with his tongue before eventually pulling back.

The Doctor crawled up her body, trailing kisses as he went until he claimed her mouth with his own. Carefully he eased one, two fingers inside her and started to explore, to prepare her body. A low moan escaped him as he did. Rassilon, she was so tight and hot and wet and he wanted inside her right now…

No. Not yet. He had other plans.

To taste her own juices on his cool, tender lips made her groan deeply… maybe almost possessively. But she wouldn't know because she'd never made a sound like that before. Not with anyone.

No, she hadn't been lying about not being a virgin… she wasn't. But she had never been so cherished like this. She found it hard to really believe there was such a thing as time travel and that this bloke was her future, but by the way he was treating her she'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

When his fingers began to explore her from within her breath hitched. She reached up and gripped his forearm tightly, her mouth forming a silent 'Oh.' She felt like she should say something, but dirty talk wasn't something she knew well in her inexperience with passion.

"Relax, a ghrá," the Doctor murmured, placing a light kiss to her forehead while keeping his fingers where they would do the most good. "I don't want to hurt you." His gaze flitted over her bruises, darkened and chilled to ice. "I'm not like him."

It lasted for only a moment, then was gone. At last, satisfied that he'd prepared her enough, he withdrew his fingers from her and sucked them clean, his tongue swirling neatly over each glistening digit. Then, his dark gaze on hers, he licked his lips in an almost nervous manner, took her hand and guided it to the waistband of his trousers. "Rose, will you…?"

Holy fuck… She watched him with wide eyes as he licked his fingers clean. That was a new one in her short sexual experience and one she never wanted to forget.

Her nervous energy made her hands shake as she slowly undid the button of his trousers. "Teine?" she said in a small voice. "I… I ain't never… not like this. Y'know? I'm…" She blushed a deep shade of pink. "No one's ever been so… gentle b'fore and I… I dunno. I'm scared I'll do it wrong…"

"You won't," he assured her. "And normally…" He barked out a short, humorless laugh that died in an instant. "…I'm not gentle, Rose. I'm not a good person. But you…"

The Doctor tensed then, shivered as her fingers undid his trousers' front. Everything in him was screaming to take her, claim her, mark her as his and it was taking every ounce of self-control he possessed to be as considerate and gentle as he was. She wasn't ready for that side of him, not yet.

"…It's different with you. Ngudia sam, tamonn migar ti cayio ni timyi."

Why was it so different with her? What made her so special? She was a shop girl. She was literally nothing worthwhile. She was useless, and stupid and would never amount to anything… not ever…

But the way he looked at her… like she had hung every star in the sky just for him. It made her heart melt and she took him, then. With both her hands, she pulled him free of his clothes, thumb running over the tip and picking up the bead of pre-cum there. She heard his trousers whoosh to the floor but she didn't see it happen she watched his face. She wanted to see if what she was doing was any good at all.

The Doctor gasped as she ran her thumb over him, couldn't quite stop his hips from thrusting forward a little. "Rose…" His voice had gone low, husky. "Please… Ildiem tu."

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissed her deeply. Let me in, he whispered across her mind. Oh gods, Rose, semrath ngudia tu ki faro?

The sound of his voice in her head made her gasp and let go of her hold on him. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away, wiggling away from him and managed to get to the other side of the bed before he could stop her. She grabbed the sheet from the bed and pulled it around her naked body, staring at him in shock and maybe awe.

"You…" she panted. "You spoke in my mind. You didn't even ask!"

"How would you have wanted me to ask?" he fired back. Then his expression, his tone, softened. "I didn't think about it like that. Rose, I… I don't make a habit of going into other people's minds. Usually I do it only when it's necessary, but with you…" His gaze left hers, drifted down her body before returning to her face. Carefully, he moved closer, reached out and took one of her hands in his own. "I'm trying very, very hard to hold on to what little control I have left, Arkytior." His other hand slowly traveled up her body, cupped the side of her face. "Don't test me." His voice was soft, held a slight Scots accent. "And don't hide from me. Hide from him all you like but never from me."

He lifted her hand to his mouth, pressed cool lips to the inside of her wrist while his other hand slid from her face down to the sheet covering her from him and gently tugged it away.

She gasped as the sheet fluttered away. She didn't like how his moods would shift and change like that. He scared her, quite frankly. Scared and excited at the same time. In the whole of her 19 years she'd never been so turned on before.

"What happens if y'lose control?" she asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. "And what d'you mean 'don't test you'? You kidnapped me for Christsake. I think I'm takin' it pretty well, ta. Don't you test me. If you know me from the future then there's a pretty good chance you know how stubborn I can be."

The Doctor smiled faintly at that. "Oh, I do. Most of the time I would just sic you on whoever was causing trouble while I'd be standing in the corner giggling. And as I recall…" He ran one hand up the skin on the outside of her calf, fingers gently digging in and massaging the muscles there. "You were willing to do anything if it meant returning to me—including taking all of time and space into your head and asking me to rip two universes apart just to be with you."

As he spoke he shifted positions so that he was between her legs, gently pulled her forward until she was lying on her back. "And if I lose control…" He swallowed, licked his lips. "Usually someone ends up dead. But in this case—here, with you… I'll ravish you and never stop, cos having you just once can never be enough." He rested his forehead against hers, felt tension in every line of his body as he forced himself to hold back. "I want to hear you scream as you shatter around me, as I bring you over again and again. And oh, gods, Rose… I won't be able to let you go."

Nestled back in the bed again, Rose can't remember even trying to fight him. She just let him move her there as if she were a rag doll. Maybe that's why Jimmy likes her so much. For all her fight, she doesn't stop him from maneuvering her just where he wants her.

But this man was different. She was literally fighting the urge to fight back. She just wanted to give him everything he needed, everything he craved and desired.

She had never felt so desired in all her life… it was refreshing and terrifying.

"Then don't," she whispered quietly. "Don't let me go. Show me what happens when you lose control…"

Oh, she was in for it now… and she was excited.

He groaned low in his throat at her words, lifted his head from hers. "You don't know what you're asking, Rose." Even as he spoke, he eased inside her slowly, buried himself in her as deep as her body would allow. The heat of her was a shock, and he couldn't hold back a startled gasp that quickly turned into a growl as he started to move.

"I love you, need you." His mouth found her throat, kissed and nibbled there before moving up to her ear. "And I'll only destroy you, devour you."

He gently tugged at her earlobe with his teeth before drawing back and locking his gaze with hers. "Tell me you want me; that you'll stay with me," he demanded.

She hissed as she felt him enter her heat, her eyes growing wide and impossibly dark. Oh God! He fit her perfectly, as if they were made for one another. Two parts of the same whole. She found herself responding to his movements, her hips rocking into his own, nails digging into the back of his forearms.

She began to moan, softly, her back arching to take him in deeper. She was no longer in control of her own body as he undulated over her. She wanted more… needed more… but wanted it to last a lifetime.

But how in the bloody hell was she supposed to make these reckless confessions of want and need and promise that she'll stay? He'd obviously lost her already. Could he stay? How would that affect her future?

She found she didn't care as he moved in and out of her like an experienced lover. How many times had he done this with her in his past and her future?

"Teine…" she whined. "Oh, God… ah-ah-ah! Please… please…" The broken sentences, the pleas for more, she couldn't finish a single thought anymore! What was he doing to her? She pulled her knees back, opening wider for him. "H-harder… I… I… I'll stay. Yes, Gods, baby. I'll stay! Just… don't…. stop!"

He growled wordlessly as he rocked into her harder, faster. "Sam'ra! Arkytior sam,.ngudia tu. Sam'ra—avitanon sam'ra!"

Mine! My Rose, I love you. Mine—forever mine!

Of course she was. She always had been—always would be.

She just didn't know it yet.

With each thrust, her voice changed in pitch. Her legs wound around his hip, locking her ankles together at the small of his back. She gripped his forearms tightly, nails biting small crescent moons in his flesh. It felt so fucking good… he felt so fucking good.

Words were gone, the English language was gone. The entire universe emptied of everything except where they were joined and the pleasure he was causing her every time he slammed his hips into her own. She was begging for more without being aware of it. She'd never felt pleasure like this. It would never be enough. She threw her head back, almost growling with need, back arching for more of him inside her.

"Yes…" she panted. "Yes.. yes! YES YES! Oh Fuck! Teine… fuck me! I… don't ever stop!"

She didn't even know what she was agreeing to, he thought, and the darker part of his nature bared its teeth in a feral grin.

"I don't plan on it." His hands clenched tightly on sheets, the pillow, as he slammed into her harder, faster.

"Sam'ra! Rovalionnti, yas tu shia sam'ra!" Mine! I beg you, say you are mine!

His hands left the sheets, dug into her arms, her shoulders. He lowered his mouth to her throat, pressed bruising kisses and little nips there.

She couldn't understand him, of course, but that didn't stop him from pretending that she did.

Her moans became primal, her arms wound around his middle, nails clawing into the flesh on his back. She felt her inner walls begin to flutter with the brimming orgasm threatening to take her over the edge.

But she couldn't break yet, or maybe wouldn't. Could one out-stubborn an orgasm? If anyone could it would be Rose Tyler. Clinging to him, she craned her neck, giving him better access to her throat. She could tell he was breaking her skin and didn't care. She wanted to give him everything he had ever desired of her.

Frantic for his own release before her own, she rocked her hips in time with his own as if they were old lovers aware of the intricate dances they were performing from several years of experience. Their slick skin, glided across each other, as she reached up to grab his shoulders for purchase, where she held on for dear life, her breath coming in deep gasps. "So close…" she said. "So close… Teine. Look at me… please. Watch me cum for you."

The Doctor pulled his head back, met her gaze with nearly-black eyes. "Foyem! Foyemsi'ra sam, Arkytior."

His own release coiled tight, threatened to snap and spill over. But oh, gods, he wanted to watch her, to see her expression as she shattered around him.

"Foyem!" he growled.

With two more hard thrusts she threw herself over the edge, her eyes locked on his own. Her walls clamped down on his length, willing him to follow her. "Cum for me," she pleaded breathlessly.

At her words, he knew it was over for him, too. He flew over with her, her name in his native language repeating over and over in his mind as he emptied himself into her.

After, spent and yet nowhere near willing to leave, he nuzzled at her collarbone, discreetly breathed in her scent as he rolled over onto his side and threw an arm over her.

"Sowaitu shog ra fionn," he whispered. "You belong to me…"

She curled into his embrace, satiated and completely, deliciously spent. For a long, and silent moment all she could do was catch her breath, allowing him to hold onto her.

"What is that language you've been speakin' t'me?" she asked softly, burying her head into his shoulder. "It was beautiful. What were you sayin' t'me? I could hear questions, but I dunno what y'said. I want t'know so I can answer you properly."

"It's Gallifreyan," he answered. "My native language." Almost without really thinking about it, he began to trace circular patterns on her skin. "Well…a ghrá is Irish Gaelic for 'my love', but everything else was Gallifreyan."

The Doctor pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "If you really want me to translate for you…" He let his voice trail off, allowed the unspoken question to hang in the air.

She peeked up at him, young eyes blown wide with curiosity. "I do," she whispered. "I want t'know, Teine. Please tell me what you were sayin' t'me when you…"

She broke off, reaching up to brush her cheek with the back of her hand. There was a sense of familiarity in his and it both thrilled and frightened her at the same time. She did not know this man, yet someone she did… or she would. "Why do I feel like I belong here?" she breathed.

"I told you, Rose, I'm a time traveler. And I… I shouldn't be here but ildiem tu faronn—I need you so much. …"

He was still drawing Circular Gallifreyan on her skin, he noticed suddenly, but he didn't want to stop. It was soothing, helped keep him focused even if he didn't want to think too much about what he was writing.

"So, why'd y'come here if y'shouldn't be here?" she asked, peering up at him. "If this isn't how we're s'posed t'meet, then won't this be dangerous? Could it change my future? Your past? There's a word for this… hang on…"

She placed the palm of her hand over his mouth to keep him from ruining it. It was on the very tip of her tongue. "Para… somethin'. Para… para… paradox!" Her eyes lit up with almost wonder. "It's a paradox, isn't it? You comin' here. Sleepin' with me. We… we never have before have we? The way you did that just now. It was the first time. Teine? What am I t'you?"

"Yeah, it is," the Doctor admitted, "and no… We never did. But you don't…" He hesitated, wondering how to explain regeneration to her. So instead he fell back on something he'd heard in a red room tiled with white-and-black stripes: "When you see me again, it won't be me. As for what you are to me… I already told you, a chroi."

She recoiled slightly, pulling away and sitting up, pulling the silk sheets around her naked form, not to hide herself, but to keep in a bit of her body heat.

"I don't understand," she murmured. "You… you're riskin' everything by doin' this. By taken me this way. Why would you do such a thing? You're riskin' my future, tamperin' with your past… what if when I meet you again I remember everything we just did? How can I ever look at you the same?"

She recoiled further, almost afraid of the man in bed with her. "You… don't intend t'let me go, do you? You're willin' t'risk it all and keep me, aren't you?"

"Rose, I—" The Doctor sighed in frustration, raked a hand through his hair. "It's complicated. When you first meet me… I won't have this face or body—won't have it for quite a while, really. And I… You're taken from me, and there was nothing I could do."

He sat up, moved closer to her and rested his lips on the curve of her neck, laid his hands down on either side of her. "You're right—I have no intention of letting you go. Tam shia sam'ra—you are mine." His hands ghosted up the sides of her body that weren't covered by the sheets and over her arms as he pressed a kiss just beneath her ear. "You belong to me. And don't scream, my love, please—cos all I want is you."

She sighed at his touch, relaxing a bit. But she couldn't help the hammering of her heart. She actually wanted to stay and that was the most shocking thing of all.

None of the things he said made any sense to her, but she didn't much care. If he loved her this much, enough to risk the disruption of time, he wanted to stay for as long as possible. She bit back a small moan at his kiss, craning her neck to give him access.

"Stop," she breathed. "Please… I… I'll stay, but… I need t'go home first." She pushed him away by his shoulders and turned her sincere eyes to his own. "I promise I'll come back. But please, let me run home just for a bit so I can get a few things. I'll stay with you as long as I'm able."

The Doctor hesitated, then nodded his consent. "Okay. Do you want me to come with you?"

Inwardly, he shuddered at the thought of running into Jackie Tyler again. Even after all this time, he still remembered what one of her slaps felt like and he could almost feel his left cheek starting to sting at the memory.

"N-no," she said softly. "I'll be alright. 'Sides I dunno how t'explain t'mum that I'm runnin' away with a strange man from my future…"

She broke off for a moment. "I'll have t'come back tomorrow. It doesn't have t'be tomorrow for us, but I'll need t'check in often. I only just came back from runnin' off with Jimmy. She'll be sick with worry if I go missin' again. She'll think he killed me."

All too clearly, the Doctor remembered Jackie's reaction when he'd brought Rose back home a year late. "Don't I know it," he muttered. Then, louder, "Just… come back as soon as you can, yeah?"

He moved away from her to give her the space she needed, though he was already making plans to follow her the moment she left his TARDIS.

She nodded and pulled her clothes on in silence. Fully dressed again she turned her eyes back to the man in bed and leaned down to plant a tender kiss to his mouth. "I promise… ten minutes," she whispered to his lips. "No more than that." She kissed his brow , right between his eyes and finally turned to leave.

Flashing lights guided her down the halls toward the main room and out into the night. Outside, the winter cold caught her breath in a cloud. She tugged her pink jumped closer, ducked her head and started back toward the Powell Estates.

She was just about to enter through the stairs when a hand came over her mouth and the broad body of a man pressed into her back. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you, kitten?" the smooth voice of Jimmy Stone purred into her ear. She squirmed, trying to free herself from his firm grip, but failed. He slammed her head into the brick wall in front of her and the world went dark…