A/N: OMG!!! You are all so sweet!!! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, you're all so great!!! And botfanfiction is working again!!! WOOT!!!
Warnings: Smut (uninterrupted!!!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who…yet…
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Rose walked hand in hand with the Doctor, towards the lifts. Many people looked at her in disbelief, as in, 'Wow! I didn't know she had a social life!' , and a select few smiling, recognizing the man that she walked with as that in the photo she always kept with her. These people were the few who she fully trusted, and who she had told her full story to. And, working at Torchwood, they were able to believe every part of her story, after all, they worked at Torchwood, and they saw the impossible become possible everyday right before their eyes. And so, they smiled.
Rose pressed the button at the lift, waiting, and the Doctor casually wrapped his arm around her waist, smiling down at her, his love shining through his eyes.
As they got inside the otherwise unoccupied lift, the Doctor grinned, saying 'I can finally do this now.' And with that, he grabbed her, and kissed her passionately, Rose replying with a similar ferocity, desperation and love.
As the bell of the lift chimed, alerting it's passengers that they had arrived, the Doctor reluctantly pulled away, a goofy lopsided grin plastered on his face.
'Handy that, hey!' Rose said in a seductively husky voice, as they stepped out of the elevator, arms wrapped around the others waist.
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The bewildered receptionist just stared after them, as the alarming man steered the director of Torchwood's beautiful daughter into the supplies cupboard, whispering in her ear.
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When they reached the TARIS, The Doctor started pulling out his key, when he felt a light hand on his arm.
'Please?' Rose asked, drawing her own out of her small, black leather bag. It was now attached to a small wooden painted figure of a house, on a keychain. He looked at her questioningly, and she simply replied 'I'm finally home', pushing the key into the slot and turning, the slight creak of the door like music to her ears. The Doctor watched in befuddled amazement as Rose delicately touched the railing, making the TARDIS hum in response and welcoming. It seemed as if she was trying to memorize every small part of it, just in case. Well, who could blame her? She'd had everything that had ever meant anything to her stripped away from her. It made the Doctor feel so guilty, for placing her in that position, even though he knew in the back of his mind that he hadn't been able to do anything to stop it.
'She's missed you. We both did', the Doctor said from behind her, his warm breathe tickling her ear. Rose hummed happily as he wrapped his arms around her, just wanting to hold her. She leaned back, the most content she had been for a very long time. After a while, the Doctor sighed, pushing away to wander around the console.
'So, where does the mighty dragon rule?' the Doctor asked cheekily.
'Mum lives at Pete's mansion, of course. We all do. Pete, Mum, Jamie and I.'
'Jamie?' the Doctor enquired, tilting his head to the side, confused.
'My little brother. He'll be two soon. I suggested the name after that boy we met during World War Two, the gas-mask boy. Nancy's son. You'll love him. He's so cute!' Rose said.
'Well, he would be if he's anything like his sister', the Doctor said, making Rose blush.
'Well, we can't go today anyway, the TARDIS needs to recharge in the Time Vortex first. She strained herself a fair bit trying to get to you' the Doctor said, dashing madly around the console, pressing buttons, pulling levers and dinging random bells. Rose was certain that he did most of it for show, and that he really only needed to press one or two of them. Moments later, the familiar whirring began, signaling the TARDIS's departure. Once the pulsating column had stopped moving, Rose and the Doctor had been thrown to the ground, her legs strewn over his stomach and her skirt ridden halfway up her thigh. They were just lying there, laughing like they always had. That was, until the Doctor actually noticed their position, a cheeky grin flashing on his face.
Rolling over, he crawled over her, her eyes following his every movement, only stopping when he was almost on top of her, supporting himself with his elbows. His breathing became ragged, and his eyes darkened with desire for her.
In one swift movement, Rose sat up (her gymnastics coming in handy), whilst pulling him to her, kissing him strongly, holding the back of his head tightly, so that he couldn't pull away.
Not that he was trying to.
As Rose's mouth battled for dominance with the Doctor's, she ran her arms up to his shoulders, pushing off his pin-stripe suit jacket, and began pulling his shirt out of his pants, running her hands up his strong, warm back. He ground his hips into her, elicting sensual groans from each of them at the contact, Rose arching up to him. The Doctor decided that Rose had far too much clothing on, and lifted her top off, having to disconnect with her mouth for a moment, pulling off her pencil skirt at the same time.
Then he took in the vision before him.
Hidden, under the very unRoselike, boring business suit was a lacy lilac push-up bra, and matching panties. The colour complemented Rose's lush, creamy skin so well, the Doctor thought to himself.
He was jolted back into reality when he felt Rose's small, warm hands working the buttons of his shirt, before fully pushing the garment off, adding it to the ever-increasing pile of clothing that lay on the metal grilling beside them.
Rose was transfixed by the Doctor's incredibly toned chest. It was lightly tanned, with a fine dusting of dark chest hair, and he was obviously a lot stronger than his clothed slim form usually gave away.
The Doctor, getting agitated from being stared at by Rose as if she wanted to eat him,, and from the lack of contact with her, pushed her back into the metal grilling of the floor, covering her mouth with his for a moment, and then slowly began working his way down her body. He paid special attention to a small, sensitive area of skin on her neck, then he brought his lips down further, into the curve of her cleavage, licking the dip between them, causing Rose to shudder in pleasure. After a while of just nuzzling her breasts, he moved down once again, stopping at her small, round bellybutton, dragging his tongue around it's rim, before dip into it quickly, making Rose suck in with the sensation.
While has was busy with this, Rose started slowly undoing his belt buckle, and then his fly button and zip. Wondering as to what type of underwear she would find, if any, Rose pushed the pants off of his slim hips, and down his long legs with her feet. She was pleasantly surprised to find a black pair of tight fitting boxer shorts, which didn't leave much to imagination. Rose was quite pleased with the effect that she was having on him, if the large bulge in the front of the said boxers was anything to go by.
The Doctor removed one hand from Rose's body, kicking his converses off, and fully removing his pants from around his ankles. Returning his attention to Rose, he moved his hands to her massage her breasts through the lacy material, her hands lingering below his waist, not so accidentally brushing his ever-engorging member, and they both bucked uselessly against each other.
'Now…' Rose whimpered into his ear, after tearing her lips away from his, breathless. The Doctor's hand moved around her back, unclasping her bra, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Entranced he just stared at them for a while, at then lowered his lips to once of the erect pink peaks, suckling gently. Rose's hands went to his deep brown tresses, holding him to her, moaning in pleasure. Teasingly, the Doctor released the pert nipple, making her whimper from the loss of contact.
As her revenge, Rose reached down, completely removing his last item of clothing, throwing them off to the side somewhere, uncaring as to where they landed. One hand rested innocently enough on his back, while the other snaked under his body, brushing his arousal, making him cry out huskily. She then grabbed his long pillar of flesh, wanting to hear him cry out again.
And he did.
Along with a lot of profanity.
The Doctor had lost all shreds of control, and felt himself tear off Rose's lacy underwear.
'Are…you sure about…this? Because…' he gasped out, trembling above her, silenced by her finger on his lips.
'I need you, my Doctor. I love you.' And that was all it took for him to groan happily, and push into her hot, tight wetness. The incredible sensation that passed between them at the deep contact was shocking, and they both gasped in air suddenly. Then, oh so slowly, the Doctor began to rock against her, awaiting her sign that she was ready for him to continue.
It came instantaneously.
Rose flipped them over, so that she was straddling him, and began undulating on him, eyes closed in satisfaction, their tempo constantly increasing with their need for the other. Rose could feel herself getting closer to the edge, and was rapidly contracting around him. The Doctor spun them both around again, and began thrusting deeply into her. It only took a few well placed thrusts to send them both spiraling into their climaxes, crying out each others name, the Doctor collapsing on top of Rose. She sighed contentedly, wrapping her arms loosely around him.
'That was…incredible Doctor' Rose sighed, kissing his neck slowly. 'Mmm..' the Doctor murmured sleepily.
5 minutes later, and they were both asleep, wrapped around each other.
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A/N: Woot!! There you go!! Oh yeah, and I know Jackie was supposed to be in this chapter, but I promise, she'll make a spectacular appearance next chapter!!! Now, review, and get coffee and a bickie!!!
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