He pulled off her t-shirt while they were still standing by the bed and then lay her down, like some rare artefact ready to be examined. He tugged the trousers free of his hips and they fell around his feet, he stepped out of them and lay down next to her. His whole body pressed against her side, his feet beyond hers and his fingers began tracing over her lips and neck, breasts and navel.

"What are you looking at?" she giggled a little, it wasn't really very funny but she couldn't stand the silence. He smiled but didn't answer just shifted his weight and climbed down her until he was kneeling at her feet, the ball of her heel resting against his thigh.

"I'm looking at you, Rose. Your toes." He lifted her foot and placed one toe against his lips before taking it in his mouth and twirling his tongue over and over making her squeal. He smiled at her, a little less angst this time. He took the next toe, and the next, each one getting the special treatment.

"Your foot." He lifted her leg higher and her arse scooted down the bed a little. He examined the sole of her foot, ran a finger across the bridge of her foot. Then traced the same line with his tongue. She screeched again. "Your heel." He kissed it, then bit and twisted her foot so she rested on her side. He brought her Achilles heel to his mouth. He took the strong thin flesh between his teeth and grazed them along her skin. He carried on up the back of her calf. alternating between teeth and tongue and lips and fingers. "Your leg" he whispered against the back of her knee. He pulled her over so that she was laying on her back again, pulling her legs apart he placed himself between them. His tongue met her thigh now, sucking and leaving little love-bites all the way up, making her moan and writhe against him. "Your stomach." She knew she was holding her breath just a little bit, because she always did when someone looked at her that closely. Every girl did. He raised his head and looked at quizzically.

"Alright?"

"Yeah!" she answered breathlessly, blushing.

"Only, you're not breathing. That something I should worry about?"

"I am breathing." she grinned.

"Relax." He whispered it before lowering his head and kissing her stomach, just below her belly button. Rose fought the urges programmed into her from the age of five about how to look good and suck in her tummy and relaxed. He grinned into her flesh. "Much better." He covered her in kisses, every inch of her torso, her hips, back up to just below her breasts. She was wriggling now, desperate for a little more contact. He finally took one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the hard flesh. He turned and gave the other the same attention before gliding up, skimming across her collar bone and up her neck before finally kissing her lips, each one separately before dipping his tongue into her mouth and resting his body against hers. He finally pulled away and stared down at his Rose, naked and glorious before him.

He was reminded of the first time he was here above her, staring down at her, embarrassed by the intensity of her gaze. He had spent hours trying to find the key, the reason as to why a shop girl from the twenty-first century of a tiny little blue planet, mostly harmless, could have such an effect. An what an effect it was, all hormones and lust and passion and such complete all encompassing love he hadn't felt for years. Decades. Centuries.

He kissed her, just his lips against hers, no rush. He turned his head and slid his lips down her cheek to her jaw, his tongue appearing to taste a drop of sweat forming at her throat. Rose was placing kisses across his ear, whispering sweet nonsense, her arms wrapped tightly round his body, unwilling or unable to let him go. He wasn't complaining.

He returned to her lips, briefly stopping to stare into her eyes before he finally lost himself deep inside her. She grabbed his head and kissed him hard, all teeth and bleeding lips. He pushed deeper, wanting her to feel nothing but him being there. No where else, ever. Just here. He didn't even realise he had been thinking it so loudly but Rose seemed to hear his thoughts, spreading her legs wider and using her heels to push him closer, closer, until she screamed out.

When he finally pulled out it wasn't far and he pushed back hard and fast. He buried his face in her shoulder, smelling her hair, tasting her sweat and basking in the glory of the words she panted into his ear. By some miracle of the human female form, Rose tightened every muscle she could and squeezed him hard so deep inside her, his head jerked back and she once again claimed his lips in a kiss, swallowing his moans with satisfaction. He pulled himself up, resting on one hand, to look down at her body, writhing before him.

He used his free hand to brush the hair from her eyes, getting a clear view. Rose reached up and ran her hands over his hearts, scrapping her nails down to his hips where she held on for dear life. She felt all the air was pushed from her lungs and when he trailed his free hand down her body, pinching her nipples as he went, until he found her clit and with the pad of his thumb started a steady tight little circle over and over she had no breath left with which to scream. Instead Rose bucked her hips up against him and caused him to shout her name.

His thrusts grew more frantic, harder as he dropped now again, covering her body with his own, his arms wrapping round her as he thrust up inside her, desperate to hold on until she was gratified. Rose had her fingers wound into his hair, her legs wrapped round his hips as he pumped ever closer to oblivion. He was squeezing her tightly now, holding her body close to his as though they might melt into one another.

"I love you."

It was barely whisper but she felt his breath against her neck and his grip tighten. She ran her hands down his back and up his sides, finally pushing him a little way from her so she could see his face.

"I know. I love you too." She kissed him again, gently at first but deepened when she moaned against his lips and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth.

Rose reached between them to find her clit and pushed her fingers down hard, matching his frenzied thrusts with rough circles. It was just enough and she felt a wave crash through her, screeching his name she pushed her whole body up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her convulsing pussy.

The sudden tightness of her orgasm sent the Doctor straight into mental whiteout and a completely mindless orgasm. The only thing going on north of his dick was "rose, hot, wet, rose, oh, fuck, fuck fuck..." and a few very pretty silver stars shooting passed his eyelids. When he reopened his eyes she was grinning and stroking his cheek with a damp finger.

Her face was flushed, her hair framing her like some kind of neglected blonde halo. He turned his head and captured her fingers in his mouth, tasting her own cum. She reached up and pulled her fingers from his lips, replacing them with her own. He shifted his weight, sliding from her body and laying on his side. Rose settled herself into his side, her arse pushed against his still slick cock, her back against his chest.

The Doctor wrapped his arms round her pulling her in tight. He knew it was technically about two hours since she had woken up but he felt sleepy again and Rose was already dozing against his chest.

"Sweet dreams." He whispered into her ear with the slightest hint of his former angst.

"No problem." She whispered back, pushing herself against him and wiggling her arse with a grin before sighing contentedly and shutting her eyes.