He wasn't given much time to internally rant about the unfairness of it all. Because Rose reached out for him, snuggling into a skin-on-skin embrace. And he was instantly lost in a new wave of love, desire and part-human hormones. Rose ran her slender fingers along his chest, his sides, exploring his body.

"So.." The Doctor coughed nervously, his voice a couple octaves higher than normal. "You're saying you..you want...to...fit our bits together?" He could tell that those bits were functioning at peak efficiency despite centuries with very little use. Very little use at all if he was being completely honest with himself, something which Rose seemed to be intent on remedying.

Rose silenced him with another kiss, pouring into it all of the frustration and longing she had held back all of these years. The Doctor returned her kiss with ardor. He practically had a naked Rose on top of him, he had a naked Rose on top of him. This was definitely not fair.

He cursed his inability to stop thinking at a time like this. He moved his hands along her skin, caressing the gentle curve of her hips, cupping her breasts, feeling his way along her back. She broke away her mouth from his, kissing along his neck and jawline.

He coughed awkwardly, "Rose, did you know that among the Silurians they enjoy massaging each others tongues and feet for foreplay? And among the inhabitants of Alpha Centuri they incorporate food and multiple courses into their mating rituals, they literally bring the entire feast to-to their bedrooms. Well, not what you or I would want to feast on. Largely they subsist on varieties of algae. Not so appetizing. And among the-"

"Do you want me to stop?" Rose pulled back briefly looking down at his lanky naked frame, seemingly confusing his endless rambling for disinterest. Brown eyes looked into his, half hopeful, half concerned.

"Not at all, not even remotely." The Doctor managed to get out. He sat up against the headboard. "It's just all happening so...fast." He put his hand up to his head and absentmindedly ruffled his hair. Had he just asked her to stop? Crap...she looks upset.

"Doctor...if...if you don't want to." Rose pulled up the covers to partially cover her nakedness. She was still half on top of him.

"Oh Rose..." He reached out for her. "I do." He pulled her onto his lap and pressed his lips gently to hers. He kissed her tenderly and passionately holding her close to his chest. However, this had also put their groins into close proximity and he could feel more of Rose than he had ever dared to imagine.

The Doctor ran his hands down Rose's back and gently caressed her round bottom. Rose moaned and pulled his head towards her throat. He kissed her throat with a fervor. He started suddenly, Rose's hand had snuck between their bodies and was caressing the length of him. His mind searched wildly for a moment for the appropriate action.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Rose, tell me what you want." She wordlessly moved his hand down to her wet, sweet, folds where he stroked her gently as she stroked him in return.

Rose gasped at his tender ministrations, her full lips opened in a breathy sigh. The Doctor hummed in his throat. The Doctor traced gentle circles up and down her full lower lips and around her swollen nub. Rose's breath was coming in soft breathy sighs, he could feel her tension building.

He bent his head down and took one of her perfect rosebud nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and sucked slightly causing Rose to grab at the back of his neck. With his other hand he continued to stroke her folds slipping fingers deeper into her depths. She yanks back on his head hard and pushes her lips forcibly against his.

"I want you" She mumbles brokenly. She lifts herself up and away from him for an instant. He has only a brief moment to mourn their lack of body contact before he can feel Rose against his tip. He feels her slip down onto him. His mouth gapes in wonderment and surprise. Her wet folds embracing him.

He can feel her muscles trembling around him. He holds her tightly and wordlessly, because he feels so many words inside his head if he let them all out they'd never stop.

He reaches for her temple with his right hand, and touches her mind. He can feel her surprise that he's in her mind, and she's in his. He can feel how he feels to her. He can feel the want, the longing and the pent-up frustration. He knows she can feel the whirr of his mind- it never stops churning.

"Rose, there's so many-so many things I want to say, so many things I think-" he said breathlessly

"I know: I can hear them" She said in wonderment. Her eyes were wet with tears.

"I love you, you know I love you." He said simply. He held her hips as she rode him. Rose started gentle and slow, for all of the need he could feel in her. Slowly she picked up the pace, rolling her hips with each thrust. Feeling him deeper and needing him deeper.

He grasped her hips with both hands. Rose ran her hands along his chest playing with his nipples, she bent forward and kissed him running her hands through his wild hair. He felt her muscles clench with each thrust, his hips arching up to respond to her.

He was bewildered at his human physiology responding almost of it's own accord, he seemed to thrust up into her without having to think about it. Impulse was ruling his body- and his mind was running away with itself. He thought again about the unfairness of it all...Donna...then decided that he could live with it. He was making love to Rose Tyler.

He brought his hands up to her breasts, teasing the nipples as she rode him. Rose made soft little cries. "Yes...yes." she said. She rolled her hips more quickly as she slid up and down the hard length of him.

He could see the sweat glistening between her breasts, he watched them bouncing rhythmically...should he be looking at her breasts? Did she want him to look at her breasts? Should he look up at her face instead. He looked up, Rose's eyes were half-closed, her cheeks were scarlet, and he breath was coming in little pants. He knew she was teetering on the edge. He grasped her hips and started meeting her thrust for thrust

He knew when he heard that moan, he wouldn't last long. Watching Rose come undone on top of him was too much for him to bear. In her ecstasy she had stopped rolling her hips at a regular rhythm, but he thrusted into her again, and again, cupping her firm bottom until he knew release.

Then they were both sweating and panting and breathless. Rose snuggled onto his shoulder lying on her side against him. He stroked her golden hair.

"Oh...that was...it was..." he searched his mind for an appropriate word. "Fantastic" He sighed happily.

She looked up at him through heavy eyes. He was having a difficult time of thinking of something relevant to say, his whole wealth of knowledge somehow seemed inadequate to pillow talk. He smiled at her and kissed her lips softly. He hoped that would be enough. Rose knew how he felt now. He had offered to spend the rest of his human(ish) life with her after all. He mused silently that he should probably get her a ring. Perhaps one that's TARDIS blue- that would be appropriate.

He looked down at Rose again, she had fallen asleep. He drew his sleepy love towards him and drifted off into a very human sleep.