A/N: Ok... this chapter's a little... smutty. This is my first time writing.. this kind of thing.. so bear with me (that sounds so wrong).

Chapter 4

"Don't you want to know my reaction to finding out you're head over heels in love with me?" he half-laughed.
She ignored his ill-timed humour as sadness filled her eyes. "You don't love me remember?" she said bitterly, "I'm just a fr:- "
The Doctor leant in before she could say any more, and silenced her with a gentle kiss.

She'd often imagined what his kiss would taste like, but now, she was in shock. "What?" she said dumbly, as her brain berated her for sounding so stupid. He just smiled at her; his eyes burrowing into hers. He kissed her again, softer and more intimately than before. He gently coaxed her lips open, and slid his tongue over them, gently grazing her own tongue. She managed to get over her initial shock, and began to tentatively return his kiss, moving her tongue around his. Rose felt him smile slightly as he kissed her deeply, and ever-more passionately. He picked her up, not breaking the kiss, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her to the wall. Rose felt the kiss change; the Doctor becoming more vigorous - his tongue rolling and curving over hers desperately. Rose matched him, and their teeth clashed together in frenzy. They kissed furiously, as though each second was their last. She tugged at his bottom lips, moaning as he ran his hands over the curves of her body.

Rose had never felt such a strong sense of longing and desire. She wanted to do things to him that she'd only ever dreamt of when her mind ran (very far) away from her. The Doctor laughed softly into her mouth.
"What?" she paused for breath.
"The things you come up with.. What is that you want to do to me with cream?" Rose realized he was inside her head again, but was too caught up in the moment to be embarrassed, "So?" she said innocently.
He shook his head – he was too full of lust to keep up any humorous conversation and he made a strange noise in the back of his throat – a combination of a groan and a growl – and buried his head in her neck kissing her, and rolling his tongue over her bare skin; gently nipping and sucking it. Rose groaned. She didn't know how long she could contain herself. An image of her and the Doctor together in a shower sprang into her mind, and the Doctor, seeing her desires, carried her to the bathroom.

He pushed her, not roughly, into the corner of one of the TARDIS's showers, still in a furious lip-lock with her. He used one hand to hold her up, while the other fumbled with the shower tap. Cool water gushed onto both of them, making Rose's hairs stand on end with cold. The Doctor surfaced from the kiss, and met the sight of Rose's wet body, her t-shirt clinging to her. His hearts managed to pump even faster than before and he gave a small moan. He couldn't contain himself for much longer. She raised her eyebrows playfully, noticing how much he was resisting the feeling coursing through him. She reached a hand down to his trousers. He gasped with surprise and pleasure as she played with him. His whole body was shaking with anticipation as he arched his back in ecstasy… She dropped her hand, smirking. He looked at her, dazed. He couldn't believe she'd done that. She almost laughed at his confused face.
"Why you," he growled, and pinned both her arms to the wall above her head, roughly wrenching her lips apart and rolling his tongue around her. She squealed softly as she tried to get her hands free. Again her hand stole to his trousers, but he was ready for her this time. "Oh no you don't," and he deftly picked her up, ignoring her shrieks of protest. He turned the shower off and, pressing his whole body against her, rained kisses up her neck and chin, feeling his way to her mouth. She sighed with pleasure, her hands running through his hair. The Doctor meanwhile, had found the top button of her shirt, and had started to undo it. She followed his lead, and slowly pushed his overcoat off, letting it drop onto the wet floor. The Doctor, in the meantime, had made quick work of her shirt, and it joined his coat on the shower tiles. Their tongues waged war with each other as Rose's jeans accompanied the strewn clothes on the floor. Rose frantically undid his own trousers as fast as she could. He paused to step out of them, grazing his tongue over her lips. They stood there in their underwear gazing at one another. His eyes ran over her toned body; following the graceful curves of her legs up to her light blue knickers, over her flat stomach, his eyes traveled upwards; taking in her well-proportioned breasts behind a matching bra, and finally meeting her eyes. He licked his lips, tasting her on him.

He pressed himself against her once more, gently thrusting into her. She moaned, desperately wanting to rid them both of the underwear which was preventing them from meeting. She slid her hands over his chest, feeling all the ridges and contours of it and his hard stomach. Her fingers came to rest on the elastic of his boxers and gently tugged at them. He offered no resistance as she slid them down his legs. But Before she could do anything about his new-found nakedness, he swept her into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom. He carried her through the TARDIS, leaving her underwear in a trail behind them as he headed to his bedroom – stopping on the way to pick up some cream…

They lay there tangled up in one another, sleeping in the warm afterglow; their foreheads touching and their ankles entwined. Rose snuggled closer to him whilst sleeping, stirring him. He opened his eyes and gazed at her perfectly beautiful face. She looked so peaceful and happy – he was glad that he was the reason for it. He smiled sleepily. He was lucky, he knew, to find someone who could still love him. She was so amazing. He gently kissed her lips for a moment. She smiled in her sleep. The Doctor wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her head nuzzled into the small crook of his neck, while his head rested slightly on hers. He wondered vaguely as he drifted off to sleep, if she was dreaming about him.