Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who

so, Billie's bak for the 50th anniversary. Surely there's some thing going on in my mind... I'll have to get them out. So here you go ;)
this is my first Eleven fanfic (pairing: Eleven/Rose mainly smut)

assuming that Rose and Ten had sex (a lot)

Tonight, I'm yours.

"But what about River?" He asked. She kissed him again.

"You loved me long before you loved her." She said and then kissed down his neck. His eyes fluttered shut.

"Rose... I'm married." He said. She cupped his face.

"I love you. I need you." she said.

"What about the Meta-crisis me..." he asked.

"He's still not you. He'll never be and I only love you. You're my Doctor." She said.

"I changed!" He exclaimed.

"I don't care." She said, moving even closer.

"I... I'm out of excuses." He said. She grinned.

"Finally." She muttered and he pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. His hands ran over her sides.

"I missed you." He said as they slowly began to move towards his bedroom.

"I missed you, too. Love the bowtie." She said and he growled, jumping at her and claiming her mouth. He scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his hips. He pulled the T-Shirt off her head, leaving her hair disheveled. He kissed her chest bone.

"Just like in old times" She said seductively. He hummed against her skin, his lips now on the soft flesh of her upper breast. She moaned at the vibration.

He pushed the door to his room open, almost running across the room and throwing her onto the bed. He kicked off his boots and socks and lowered himself down ontop of her and she ripped of his red bowtie and pulled down the equally red braces. He captured her mouth in a toe-curling kiss, her hands working the buttons of his shirt. He sat up, kneeling on he bed. His hands moved gently uo her thighs and opened her jeans. She arched her hips into his touch and kicked off her trainers and socks. He pulled down her trousers along with her knickers and was overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal. His hands automatically flew to her knees spreading them.

"Oh, how I missed that." He said, lowering himself onto the bed between her legs. Before she could say anything his longue moved over her clit. She clenched the pillows above her head, hips buckling against her will.

"Jesus... that's a tallented tongue, you got yourself!" She moaned. He hummed, the vibration on her clit driving her mad. She moaned in frustration. "God, Doctor!" She cried out as his oh so pleasing tongue darted into her. Her hands flew to his thick, smooth hair.

She came hard when his long fingers rubbed over her clit and his tongue brushed her just there. Her hips took off the bed, legs quivering. SHe was drowned by pleasure.

"And that was only my tongue" He said, his voice a half octave deeper than usual. She growled and pulled him up, kissing him.

"More." She whispered and opened his trousers. He pushed them down along with his boxers. His painfully hard cock coming free. She smiled down on him.

"Blimey, just get bigger." She said and he chuckled. She pulled him closer and whispered "Fuck me until I beg you to stop." He was startled by her dirty talk. They did talk dirty befor but not this much.

"Didn't you hear me?" She asked. He grinned.

"What do you want me to do... exactly?" He asked.

"I want you to thrust you hard cock inside me until you come harder than ever before. I want you to fuck me until it hurts. I want you to make me come agin and again and..." Her mouth formed an 'o' as he pushed into her. Her eyes squeezed shut. "Aaah. Jesus fucking Christ!" She exclaimed.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked a hand runnig over her cheekbone. Her eyes opened, now filled with nothing but hunger.

"Not enough." She said and he thrust into her again. She moaned; so did he. Their rhythm quickly sped up until there was no holding back and he moved as fast and hard as he could and she tried to get him deeper into her by moving according to his rhythm. It didn't take them long until they both came. Waves of pleasure washing over them, burying them, but they didn't stop.

The Doctor lost count of their orgasms at four and Rose didn't ever try to think. Her whole mind was occupied with thinking of more ways to please the man buried so deep inside her.

Hours later he collapsed onto the bed next to her, his hand in hers.

"That was..." She began but couldn't find the right word

"Yeah..." He agreed knowing the words she didn't say.

"Amazing."

"A lot." He said and they both laughed. She turned onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

They stayed like this until they both were breathing normally and their minds slowly started to work again.

"So what are we going to do?" She asked.

"About what?" He asked.

"Your wife?!" She said.

"Don't worry... tonight I'm yours. Only yours." He kissed her hair and pulled the covers up to her shoulders.

well, I hope you enjoyed. Send reviews. Should I write more? I don't know if this would be better off as a one-shot