a/n: Please note the rating increase to M. This chapter is Adult and NSFW. If this isn't your thing, you should be able to skip this chapter entirely and not miss much of the plot. Just imagine that the Doctor and Rose wandered off to have a bit of a cuddle and a snog.


Chapter Seven

As Rose led him down the long corridor, a tiny voice in the back of the Doctor's mind told him that this was wrong. Not only was it putting his own timeline at risk, it would certainly change hers as well. He wanted to ignore the voice, bury it deep so it would stop pestering him, and he would have, if the consequences were only to himself. But he couldn't do that to Rose. No longer was this a simple day trip for her to rejuvenate and recover from her last several weeks; somehow it had changed into something entirely different, and he needed to make certain that this was what she really wanted.

He pulled her to a stop, fully intending to talk to her, to warn her of the possible consequences of their actions, to tell her that their futures, and his past, might change in ways he couldn't predict. But then there was the way her hair fell softly in waves around her face, the way her eyes were so large, her pupils fathomless and dark with desire, the way the bare skin of her back was so smooth and warm and soft, and the way the bodice of her dress hugged the soft curves of her breasts, curves he suddenly realized he was already caressing through the thin, silky material.

"Oh, Rose," he said helplessly. Slipping his hands down to her hips, he roughly pulled her towards him and then moved to cup the soft globes of her arse in his hands. As he lowered his head to kiss her open, waiting lips, he thrust his hips against her, intending to leave her no doubt where the night was headed if they continued.

A small, almost miniscule part of him wanted her to stop him, stop them from continuing, but a far greater portion of himself felt triumphant when she reached around him and cupped his arse as well, thrusting back at him and holding him firmly against herself.

Her mouth moved to his neck, sucking a path downward as he had earlier, and he closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. When she reached his Adam's apple, she gently scraped it with her teeth, the tiniest sensation but enough so that a sliver of reason returned to his brain. But only a sliver.

Pulling away and panting slightly, he opened his eyes and met hers. He shook his head.

"No, we can't," he said breathlessly, but before she could protest, he continued. "Not… here. Not in the hall. The walls aren't smooth and the floor is too hard and when I am deep inside you with you writhing under me I want you in my bed."

Her eyes widened at his words and she nodded in agreement, but then slipped a hand between them and squeezed him through his trousers. He hissed and, unable to stop himself, thrust forward.

"You canna be doin' that unless you want me to take you right here on the floor no matter how hard it is," he said, his accent thickening with the increase of his desire for her.

Grinning, she let go of him. He stifled an involuntary moan of protest and pulled her in for a searing kiss, backing her against the wall and pulling one of her legs up over his hip. While she clutched at the fabric of his shirt, he pressed into her and she moaned into his mouth.

"Bedroom," he said against her lips. "Bed. Don't care whose so long as it's close."

She nodded, panting. "The room I changed in is just ahead. Practically the next door."

He pulled away from her just enough to stare in her eyes in disbelief. "Now why dinna ya say so before?"

She bit her lower lip and giggled. "Kinda got… distracted."

He grinned at her crookedly. "I'd like to distract you a lot more."

"You'd better," she said.

She leaned forward to kiss him, and he thrust against her again. This time it was intentional and with an upward motion of his hips, grinding hard enough to lift her off the floor several inches. In response she moved the leg over his hip to rub her calf and foot up his thigh to his arse, trying to be careful not to poke him with the thin heel of her shoe.

"You'd better stop that," he growled.

"You started it," she reminded him with a laugh.

"And I'm bloody well gonna finish it," he told her firmly. He stepped backwards, causing her to drop abruptly, and caught her, making sure she landed on her feet. "So where's that damned bedroom you were mentioning?"

"Right over here," she said.

Rose led him to an open door barely ten feet along the corridor, but she turned when he didn't immediately follow her in.

The Doctor stood in the doorway, staring at her in wonder. She was always beautiful, but now as the light from the hall shined on her in the relative darkness of the room, for an instant she almost seemed to glow as she had as Bad Wolf. All of a sudden he wondered if the entire day had been a dream, from the moment he had found himself on the Powell Estate till now. Perhaps it was all a glorious fantasy existing soli in his mind that he would soon wake up from or a fevered hallucination, a delayed reaction to a difficult regeneration, and he was overwhelmed with the need to convince himself she was real.

"Rose Tyler," he began, slightly shaking his head, and then was unable to finish the thought.

She stretched out her hand to him.

Quickly closing the distance between them, he cupped her face in his hands and drew a ragged breath.

"Tell me you're real," he said, a touch of desperation creeping into his voice. "Tell me you're really and truly here and that all this hasn't been just some psychotic break I'm having."

Rose was used to his mercurial moods, bouncing from one to the next without a break in between, but this seemed different somehow. She searched his face in concern, wondering not for the first time how he had lost her and what he had gone through afterwards. Knowing he wouldn't answer if she asked, instead she reached up to caress his face.

"Yes," she assured him gently, "I'm really and truly here."

He pursed his lips disbelievingly, and finally shook his head. "If this isn't real, I don't care."

He kissed her roughly, hard enough that she tasted blood, and she reveled in it, not entirely believing herself that this was happening with the Doctor. After a moment, she felt his hands move to the nape of her neck and a momentary draft as the halter of her dress dropped to her waist. Cooler air touched warm bare skin until one of his hands moved to gently cup and knead her breast. The other he covered with his mouth, nipping and sucking, bringing her already taut nipples to a sharp peak. She moaned as a fresh wave of desire shot through her to her core.

All of a sudden it wasn't nearly enough. She needed more.

"Doctor," she whispered urgently, and pulled him upward. She moved her hands to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in her haste, and he moved her hands to finish the job. After shrugging off his outer garments, he began to pull off the vest he was wearing underneath.

Unwilling to wait for him to finish undressing, she unfastened his trousers and slipped a hand in his pants. She was rewarded when she felt him twitch against her fingertips.

He raised one eyebrow and smirked at her.

"I warned you about that," he told her as he unzipped the back of her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. His thin frame belying his strength, he then easily swept her up in his arms and tossed her on the bed. She giggled as she bounced several times on the mattress.

After toeing off his own shoes he climbed onto the bed. Still giggling, she scooted backwards until she hit the headboard. Grabbing one of her ankles, he pulled her closer and pulled off one of her shoes. He tossed it over his shoulder, not paying attention to where it went. After the other quickly followed, her laughter stopped and her breath caught as he reached up and slowly pulled off her knickers. As she watched, his lips moved to the arch of her foot. He kissed up the inside of her calf to her knee, moving one hand to slip around the outside of her leg while he slowly caressed the inside of the other, gently moving her legs apart. He looked up and their eyes met while he placed open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh.

When he reached her core, she felt his warm breath puff gently against her center as he nuzzled her folds. Suddenly desperate to touch him, she moved her hands to bury her fingertips in his short hair. Conflicting desires warred within her; she wanted to pull him up to kiss him but at the same time she wanted to hold him in place. Instead, she instinctively spread her legs wider and tilted her hips to allow him greater access.

Over the years Rose had imagined, or more fantasized to be honest, what shagging the Doctor would be like. Long ago she had come to the conclusion that with her first Doctor it would be against a wall in a back alley somewhere, after a fit of jealousy or while on the run from whomever was chasing them at the time. It would be quick and rough, with them only half undressed in their hurry and punctuated by now and more and harder and fuck from both of them. With her second Doctor, she had thought it would be slower; he would talk dirty to her the whole time, whispering in her ear all the things he was doing to her and what he wanted her to do to him. Or perhaps not the whole time. She had always imagined there would be a great deal of tongue, perhaps with it starting around the shell of her ear and tracing a path downward along the column of her neck and on her breasts, down her belly to circle her clit and ultimately bury itself between her legs.

This was neither. Or perhaps it was both, she thought. And then, closing her eyes and dropping her head backwards as hands caressed and lips kissed, she couldn't think at all.

Wave upon wave of pleasure shot through her as his tongue teased her clit and his long slender fingers dipped inside her. Finally, when she didn't think she could take any more, he curled his fingers to put pressure exactly where she needed it. Arching her back, she cried out as she shattered into a million pieces.

As she fell back against the mattress, the Doctor sat back on his heels and looked at her. She was gorgeous, all flushed and glowing as a result of her orgasm. One he gave her. When she met his eyes, he smirked at her.

"Good?" he asked.

"It was… nice," she said, determined to wipe the smug grin he wore off his face. It didn't work.

"Nice?" he asked in disbelief as he began to crawl up her body. "It was bloody fantastic and you just won't admit it."

"It was good," she allowed. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his knees. "But now it's my turn."

The Doctor propped himself up on his elbows and watched as she grabbed the waistband of his trousers and worked them down over his hips. When he didn't lift up to help her, she looked at him pointedly and nodded in the direction of his pants.

"You're doing fine," he told her.

Rose tightened her lips and firmly grasped the waistband of his pants, yanking them down and his trousers with them, throwing them on the floor once they were off. And then she glanced upward, only to stare at him wide-eyed. Although he looked altogether human in this as he did in every other way, as he stood proudly erect he seemed...

"Problem?" he asked amusedly.

"You think you're so impressive," she said.

He nodded at himself. "I think you can see for yourself that I am impressive," he said, and she rolled her eyes, not wanting to admit to him he was right.

She took his rigid length in hand, feeling steel under the softness of his skin. She stroked him, once, twice, before running her thumb over the head and frenulum and his smirk finally faded.

She dropped her head and he watched, eyes heavy-lidded with desire, as she kissed him base to tip. But when she took him into her mouth, his eyes rolled backwards and he let out a moan, a long low sound a full octave below his natural tenor. At the intensity of the feeling, which was both too much and not nearly enough, he snapped.

He flipped her over onto her back, moving to hold her hands above her head while he settled on his knees between her thighs. Firmly holding her wrists with one hand, he used the other to guide himself into her opening and he heard her gasp as he pushed deep inside her. She was hot and slick and tight and the sensation was almost overwhelming. He moved his hand to the underside of her thigh, curling his fingertips to move her hips in better position and he pulled out, only to slide back inside her.

His first strokes were long and slow, pulling almost all the way out before driving himself back inside. Once he was buried as deeply as he could go, he began to rock, grinding against her clit with his pelvis. Desperate to touch him, she struggled to pull her arms away but he held her fast. Turned on beyond belief, she swore as tension unexpectedly coiled deep in her womb, and she ground back, seeking another release.

Again and again he ground against her. The exquisite torture built; he wanted, needed to thrust, but he willed himself to wait.

"Rose, please, come for me," he said desperately.

She began to keen and he moved harder against her, knowing she was close and trying to drive her forward. Finally she came, long and hard and loudly, her vaginal walls clenching tightly around him.

It was the signal he had been waiting for and not a moment too soon as he was certain he couldn't have waited much longer. Letting go of her wrists and moving his arms to rest his weight on his elbows, he began to move, sliding in and out faster than before, chasing his own release. Still in the throes of her own, her legs wrapped around his thighs and her hands, now free, clutched at him, her nails digging into his arse as she wordlessly urged him on and tried to push him deeper still.

Finally, shouting her name, his body stiffened as he pulsed inside of her. Afterwards, panting and willing his hearts to slow, he dropped his forehead to rest against hers.

"I lo…" she started and then stopped herself, kissing him instead. It was long and lingering, full of the emotion she wasn't allowing herself to say. Afterwards, he pulled away from her just far enough to look into her eyes.

"Rose, please, please say it," he begged. "You said it before, and I've waited centuries to hear it again."

"I love you," she told him, her voice breaking a little.

"Oh, Rose Tyler, I love you, too. And please don't you ever, ever forget it."