-Chapter three-

"Back then…" he murmured, nodding, sliding his damp arms around her, pulling her closer, nuzzling her jaw and neck.

"Don't…" she muttered, but she let him hold her.

"It's killing me…" he muttered to her, and brushed his lips with hers. "I'm sorry I was a fool."

"I said don't." she said a little firmer.

The Doctor nodded, pulling back and shivering a little. "Too late." he whispered to himself before taking a step back from her. "I'll be off then Rose…" he said gently, his eyes not meeting hers, he couldn't not do it anymore. He just couldn't.

"No… it's just… from you I'm not used to that… partly because it's never technically happened and mainly cause of him…"

The Doctor just laughed weakly, still refusing to meet her gaze. "Well I said it. I'm done now. You can get back on with your life, I'll even erase the last hour out of your head if it helps?" he asked her, his eyes flickering to hers for a second.

"Fine… do whatever…" she muttered, pushed past him and started to walk away again.

He let out a frustrated yell and just kept walking. He'd been alone for far too long. Since Donna… He shut his eyes letting himself feel the spin of the Earth. Time to go. Time to find somewhere new and stay there. Settle down to the domestics if he really had to.

She walked back to her flat, the rain still hiding her tears.

He was back at the TARDIS, walking around the empty console room, she deserved one final gift. He waited until midnight, landing silently outside Rose's new apartment, at least that was what the TARDIS showed him. He wandered silently up the stairs, and outside the door, and he posted a TARDIS key, a photo of them both and a number under the door, if she ever changed her mind and forgave him. He wandered back down the stairs and out the door.

Rose stood by the window. The tears and the rain had long since stopped. She looked out of her window, biting her lip when she said the TARDIS.

He stopped, taking one more good look back at the window, and walked back into the TARDIS.

She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed quietly. "If he loved me he wouldn't care what he did. He'd love me for ME!" she muttered, opening her eyes and walking to the door, picking up the things he'd posted through the door and put them on the table, moving back to the window.

He stood very still in the TARDIS. He wante to go back… God help him he did. To claim her as his own and mark her as his. But he couldn't… Her… How she used her body. He shivered. He wanted to get every single man and woman whoever touched her, and show them exactly why they shouldn't have done it. He froze, so overcome by his emotions. He really did love her. He shot out of the TARDIS and he was back by the front door in less than 10 seconds, banging at the door.

She rolled her eyes and walked to the door and opened it.

He stood in the doorway, his hands either side of the frame, his head hanging between his shoulders as he looked at the floor, his chest heaving. In an almost growl, he spoke "I don't care what you do! All I do know is that I'll make you forget each and every pathetic human who's ever so much as touched you…"

"How…?" she asked, looking at him, biting her lip.

There were a million reasons telling him why he shouldn't do what he was about to do. But he ignored them, his own selfish pride taking over, he looked at her, and captured her face in for an ever so soft kiss.

Part of her wanted to pull away, but for some reason she stayed, let him kiss her, and she couldn't stop herself and she kissed him back.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her close with a dirty grin as he deepened the kiss, though he knew he only had a little time before she pushed him away.

She pulled back a little after a few moments, turning her head and leaned against him. "Too far…" she whispered.

He rested his forehead against hers, his mind and hearts racing at just being able to touch her, he licked his lips, and he could still taste her. "Rose…" he said, his voice deep and husky. "Do you have any idea how much control you have over me?"

She smirked and shivered, looking at him. "I think I have a fair idea. I do actually hold the power of the men that come to me."

He caught his breath, his messy hair falling into his eyes. "But I'm not like all those other men." he growled. "I could make you feel so much-" he muttered to her, his lips grazing her jaw.

"Maybe… Maybe not…" she muttered. She turned her head away, uncomfortable with the contact. She felt she was back in the parallel world again, she closed her eyes.

He could almost taste how uncomfortable she was and let go of her, taking a large step back. "Tell me about him." he said.

She shook her head. "I'd rather not…"

"Rose please…" he said. "" I need to know what happened…

"Why do I have to tell you when you can just see for yourself?"