A/N: this will hopefully be a series of one shots revolving around the 10th Doctor duplicate and Rose and the life maybe they could lead. They may or may not be in chronological order. This first one immediately follows my first Doctor Who story Being Human

After...

He can't feel his legs. And he doesn't give one bloody hell about it. Rose goes with him as he rolls to his back, her leg thrown across him and her pelvis molds against his hip. They both gasp out a breath they didn't realize they were holding and he feels her lips, then the scratch of her teeth against his shoulder.

"God, that was..." she says but then lets out a sigh.

He cranes his neck to lip her forehead. His fingers absently stroke along her arm, while she lays her palm flat against his lone heartbeat. He stares up at her white ceiling feeling better than he ever can remember and tries to find the words she can't.

"Brilliant?" he offers. "Phenomenal?"

"Shut it," Rose says and pokes his side.

She looks up at him with a bright, cheeky Rose Tyler smile. Its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and there's no way 900 years would ever be enough time with her. All that time on the TARDIS seems like a waste, but he knows he can only think that now because of this human life, because time is no longer something to be manipulated but cherished.

"This may be my Donna bit coming out, but two years together on the TARDIS and we never..." he says. "How did we never?"

"Have to ask yourself that one," Rose says.

"Well, I can be a bit thick sometimes."

"I'll say."

"Oi!"

He squeezes her side and tickles her. She cackles and wrestles against him as he shifts her back beneath him.

"You're gonna wake my mum and then you'll be sorry!"

He pulls back and he can only imagine the look on his face as she begins to laugh even more. Her body shakes with the effort and he can feel each contraction of her muscles against his own.

"Blimely. That is horrifying," he says.

"Right, so let's not wake up the whole house."

Her hands cup his neck and then his lips are crashing into hers and he's nudging her hips with his. He knows the few imaginings of her he ever allowed himself are nothing compared to the actual feel and salty sweet taste of her skin.

"Doctor?"

"Hmmm"

He kisses down her chin to the hollow of her throat just because he can. His lips travel to the space between her breasts and her fingers slide against his scalp.

"Maybe we should talk about getting a place of our own, yeah?"

His head shoots up.

"Really?"

She shrugs and looks suddenly shy. It seems suddenly so fast, but still not fast enough with this new finite lifetime he's been given.

"Well, yeah. We could just rent a flat or look for something more permanent," she says. "It would give us more privacy..."

"Are we talking about getting a mortgage?" he asks with a grin.

Her lips twist trying not to smile and he knows she remembers their last conversation about domestics just as well as he does.

"Well, seeing as how you're stuck with me now."

He presses against her and kisses her nose.

"Ah, but that's not so bad."