AN: I wasn't going to add to this fanfiction. But. This idea came into my head after watching Girl in the Fireplace again.
Who did what?
Rose was touching Mickey's shoulder. She was using her tongue in teeth grin on him. She was taking his hand and leading him places, and the Doctor was very confused, very jealous, and very angry.
How could his Rose do this? He thought he made it quite clear, she was his, and no one was going to change that. So, when Reinette kissed him, he kissed back. Got quite cocky, even. Still got it. He looked through Reinette's mind, and he didn't tell her about Rose, because well, he wasn't sure what the hell was going on.
And yeah, he'll admit the decision to ride in like a knight in shining armor with possibly no chance to get back to his Rose was probably a bad one. But he was hurt, and she didn't seem to care. He was back now, isn't that all that mattered?
Why her?
Rose was very, very hurt. She thought that the Doctor loved her, and he went off with some 18th century pretty girl. Time to face facts. There was always going to be someone prettier, smarter, better than her.
She walked into the console room to find the Doctor in the same position she had left him. Staring at the TARDIS doors, and head in between his hands.
"You're waitin' for her to walk through the doors, aren't ya?" Rose asked quietly.
"Waiting for who?" the Doctor asked, not moving.
"You know who I'm talkin' about."
"You're done showing Mickey Micks around then? That took less time than I thought, considering," he spat out angrily.
"Considering what?" she yelled.
"Considering the way you've been looking and touching him!" he exclaimed.
Rose's hands balled up into fists at her sides. "You think somethin' is goin' on between me and Mickey?"
"Oh, but isn't there always?" the Doctor asked, spinning around angrily on his heels. "What about when we went to Cardiff? That was after I danced with you, and you were going to go off into a hotel with him! You were with him when we started traveling, how do I know it's over between the two of you?"
"That was different-" she started, but he cut her off.
"How, Rose? How is it different?"
"Because I didn't know you bloody loved me, did I? I thought you were asexual or somethin'! And the thing with Mickey and I is long over, because I love you, and he knows that!"
"Rose Tyler, come here," he growled, holding out his hand for her.
"No," she said firmly, crossing her arms over her waist.
"Come here, now," he repeated angrily.
She sighed, blowing some hair from her eyes, before she crossed the room towards him. He took her hand in his and started to dance with her.
"Why did you kiss her back? Why did you look into her mind? Why did you leave me behind?" she asked, the questions pouring out of her.
"I was confused, Rose," he said softly. "Before when I thought I was being obvious about my feelings for you, you seemed like you were rejecting me at every turn. And then when I saw you around Mickey, I thought it was going back to that."
"But, Doctor, we made love. I told ya I loved you," she said softly.
"I know, but I can't help thinking I don't deserve you. I'm just a broken old man, and you're so beautiful and brilliant and-"
"Stop," Rose held up her hand to cut him off. "I want you to tell me why we're dancin'."
He gave her a look like the answer was completely obvious. "Don't you remember when I told you I knew how to dance? I'm about to show you I can dance, and only with you, Rose Tyler. Forever."
"You promise? No more Madame De Pompadour's? Next time it's the whole TARDIS team?"
"The whole team together," he smiles, and she can't help but smile.
"I can't help but think it'll happen again," Rose sighed. "I just-"
"Hang on," the Doctor said softly. "I'm going to take Mickey home."
"Now! He only had one trip, and I told you-"
"Wait," he interrupted, "I'm only taking him home for a couple hours, maybe."
She looked at him, confusion swimming in her eyes.
"Just you hold on, Rose Tyler."
Only yours
"Are you goin' to tell me why you took him home now?" she asked, once the TARDIS was back in the vortex.
"Because," he said, his voice going sultry, "I'm going to show you my dance moves."
He could see the hesitation in her eyes. He moved forward, pressing her against the console gently, gauging her reaction. She didn't push him away, so he placed his lips on hers softly.
"Mine," he told her quietly when he pulled back.
"Prove it," she told him.
That was all it took for the Doctor to snap. He pushed her further onto the console, his lips crashing onto hers. "Only mine," he told her. "Don't like it when you show attention to Mickey or Adam or Jack. I'm selfish, Rose Tyler. I don't share."
"I don't like it when you crash through a time portal to rescue pretty girls," she snapped.
His lips attacked hers once more. "She doesn't mean anything, Rose. How could she when I already have the most beautiful woman in the universe right here, under me?" His lips went around to her ear, caressing it softly.
"You mean that?" Her eyes went to his.
"Of course," he murmured in her ear, making her shiver.
She returned his kiss now, passionately, battling for dominance with their tongues.
The Doctor pulled back to take in the sight of Rose Tyler with her hair mussed, her lips bruised from his kiss, breathing heavily. "Am I the only one that can do this to you?" he asked.
"Of course," she sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"Then it's about time I show you my moves, Rose Tyler," he growled, moving his hand down to her breast. Kneading it roughly, kissing her neck.
A soft mewling noise is coming from Rose's throat as much as she is trying to hold it in. "You're the most wonderful person in the entire universe, Rose Tyler, and I will never, ever leave you again." His hand moves under her shirt now, tugging down her bra cup.
"Doctor," she moans.
His lips curl into a smile, running his fingers over her nipple, sending her closer and closer to her breaking point. "Remember that you're mine, that I'm yours. Stop flirting with Mickey."
"I'm not-" she starts to argue, before she's cut off with another bruising kiss.
"I don't believe I asked for an opinion," the Doctor growled, moving his hand beneath her trousers, circling her clit, putting one finger inside.
"Doctor, please," she cries out.
"Please what?" he asked.
Rose wraps her legs around him and reaches in between them to unbuckle his belt. "Take us over to the jump seat."
"What?" he asked, confused.
"You heard me," she says, demanding obedience in her voice.
The Doctor did as she asked and sat down with her legs still around him. She lowered her lips to his neck, biting him.
He gave out a small gasp of pleasure as she started lavishing the spot with her tongue. "You're mine," she told him. "No more pretty girls. Just mine."
"Yours," he agreed, nails digging into her back.
"Tell me you never wanted her," she said.
The Doctor pulls away from her and looks her right in the eye. "I never wanted her, Rose. Only you, only ever you."
Rose kisses him fiercely now, hips grinding on top of him. He pulls his straining erection through his boxers and pulls off her trousers and knickers. He thrusts inside of her, and her head falls back in a moan.
"See what you do to me?" he murmured in her ear. "This is all caused by you." He thrusts inside of her hard and fast now, wanting her to come with him. "Come with me, Rose," he whispers, and he feels her tighten around him as he tumbles with her.