They decided to exchange Christmas gifts in Cardiff, even though they'd be traveling back to London together and sleeping in Rose's old bedroom. It was their first Christmas together, and while they'd be with their families on the actual holiday, they wanted to have a day just for themselves.
After a morning of laundry and packing, they finally sat down on the sofa together, ready to exchange gifts. "You first," Rose said, handing him a large, somewhat heavy box.
Grinning, he tore into it, and gave her a grin when he finally got the paper off. "A home planetarium. That's brilliant!" He leaned in and kissed her.
"I wanted to get you a telescope," she said, "but then I thought about it and you probably wouldn't have very good luck getting it to America in one piece. But this you can."
"And," he said, giving her a lascivious grin, "now I can make love to you under the stars whenever I want."
Rose rolled her eyes, secretly pleased at how much he seemed to enjoy her gift.
"Speaking of America," he said, handing her a slim envelope.
Rose gave him a confused look as she opened the envelope, then looked at him in such a way that he was not sure if he was in trouble or not. "This is a plane ticket."
"Yes."
"And a job offer?" she said. "You just went ahead and booked me on a flight to the US and found me a job without asking me?"
Not good, he thought to himself. "I want you to come with me," he offered lamely, knowing it was a feeble explanation.
"Yes, so you've said," she replied. "But to just go ahead and do this without asking me…" she trailed off, sighing. "I appreciate the sentiment. I do. But if I decide to go with you, I will pay my own way and find my own job."
"Why?" he asked, his voice teetering on the verge of whinging. "You were worried about paying for a flight, so I paid for you. You were worried about finding a job, so I asked around and found something for you. For you, Rose."
"Yes," she replied, her voice rising, "so that I could go with you to America, so you could get your doctorate and continue your career! In the end, it's not about what I want, it's about what you want."
"You're complaining because I want you to come and live with me in America?" he asked, confused. "Why is that bad? We spent years-years, Rose!-staying as far apart as we could, and now that we're finally together you don't want to stay that way?"
"I didn't say that!" Rose searched for the right words. "I want to go with you, John. I want nothing more than to go with you. But I want to do it on my terms. If I take this plane ticket, I will always feel like I owe you something." She leaned forward and kissed him gently. "I love you. But I can't accept this."
"You are so stubborn," he said. Frustrated and feeling rejected, he stood up and walked away from her. "I need you to come with me, Rose, you don't understand. If you don't go, I won't."
"No! Don't say that!" She was crying now, angry tears streaming down her face. "Don't you try and pin this on me. I am not responsible for whether or not you go."
"You said you wanted to come with me," his voice was low, filled with anger. "I make it so that you can, and you refuse." He looked at her, his eyes dark. "I can't go without you. I spent too long without you to walk away from you now." He ran a hand through his hair before grabbing his keys and heading for the door. "I'm going for a walk." The door slammed behind him.
Rose sat back on the couch, crying. Was she wrong? Suppose he was serious and wouldn't go without her. She would always feel like she crushed his dreams. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Donna, who thankfully picked up on the first ring.
Donna, as usual, was succinct. "You twat."
Rose sniffled. "Do you at least see where I am coming from?"
"Yes, but it's nothing but your stupid pride." Donna's voice was bordering on angry. "It was a gift, Rose. Given freely. He doesn't want to be without you, and you just threw it back in his face."
She sniffled again, tears stinging behind her eyes. "I didn't mean to."
"But you did. You've hurt his ego and his feelings. How would you feel if the situation were reversed?"
Rose sighed. "Angry. Hurt."
"Exactly." Donna sighed. "You know I love you like a sister, but my God you are a right pain in the arse at times."
"So what do I do? How do I fix this?"
"First of all, you apologize. Then you accept the gift graciously. After that you'll probably shag or something, but I don't want to dwell on that, I just ate." Rose giggled, imagining the face Donna was pulling. "Just…apologize."
Taking Donna's advice to heart, Rose waited patiently for John to return. Just as she'd given up hope she heard his key in the lock, and she sprung up to fling the door to the flat open.
"I'm sorry," Rose said without any pretense. "I was horrible to you and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
John shut the door behind him and pulled Rose into his arms. "No, you were right. I shouldn't have assumed that I knew what was best for you."
Rose looked up at him, confused and a little afraid. "Did you change your mind? About wanting me to come with you?"
"No," he laughed. "That won't be changing, I promise."
"Good, because I'm going to go. I'll go to America with you."
John was confused. "But…"
"I was stupid and I just didn't stop to think how my reaction would make you feel. I was being selfish." Rose stood on tiptoe and placed a chaste kiss on his mouth. "And I couldn't live with myself if you didn't go because I refused your gift. I'd spend the rest of my life feeling like a horrible, selfish cow. So I'll go. You an' me, big American adventure, yeah?"
"Yeah." He leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "I love you."
"Even though I'm a pain in the arse?" she teased.
He grinned. "But you're a beautiful pain in my arse." He kissed her again, chastely, before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom. He gently lay her on the bed and kissed her again, this time with more passion. "We just had a fight."
"We did," she replied with a grin of her own.
"Does that make this make-up sex?" he asked, pulling her jumper off and tossing it aside.
"I think it does." Rose began unfastening his jeans. Grinning, he pulled his own shirt off and toed off his shoes as Rose slid his jeans and pants down his legs. She gave his cock a gentle kiss before standing up to remove her own clothes, then gave him a gentle shove onto the bed. Obligingly, John moved up the bed and sat, watching her with naked desire.
Crawling on her knees, she straddled his legs and kissed him hungrily, her hands tangling in his hair. He ran his hands down her sides, grabbing and squeezing her bum, pulling her closer. She felt his erection pressing between her legs and slowly moved her hips to create friction against her clit.
John kissed his way down her neck to her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and biting gently as Rose rubbed herself against him. "I love you," she whispered to him, shuddering with pleasure as his cock grazed her opening. "I'm never gonna leave you."
He released her nipple and kissed his way back to her mouth, the slide of his tongue against hers mimicking the movements of Rose rubbing herself against him. She moaned into his mouth as he began to move his hips counter to hers, and he took his cock in hand and moved it to her opening, thrusting into her.
Rose gasped, breaking their kiss but never missing a beat with her hips. She rested her forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes as their bodies moved in tandem. "Make me come," she whispered to him, "make me scream." He leaned in to kiss her once again, and moved his hand from her arse to between her legs. He touched her swollen nub and she moved faster, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm building deep inside.
John felt her inner walls begin to flutter and increased the pressure on her clit, then bent his head to suck a her nipple into his mouth. When he bit down gently she exploded around him, beautiful and filthy words spilling from her mouth as her body rode wave after wave of pleasure.
He continued to play with her clit as she came, and moments later he felt a second orgasm grip her as her inner walls clamped down on him, triggering his own release. When Rose finally collapsed against him in a sweaty heap, he removed his fingers from her and licked them, causing her to groan again.
"We should fight more often," she quipped, snuggling down into his chest.
"Thank you kindly but no," he replied. "Let's not fight again. That was miserable."
"But the making up was bloody fantastic," Rose replied with a grin.
"True," he conceded. "Still, let's not do that again soon. I hate fighting with you." He looked down at her and tenderly swept his thumb across her cheek. "You'll really come with me?"
"Yeah. If you still want me to."
"Of course I do." John leaned down and gave her a sweet, lingering kiss. "Wouldn't go without you."
"Really?"
"Really." His stomach rumbled loudly, and Rose laughed. "Come on, let's eat. Long drive in the morning."
They arrived in London around tea time, having spent the better part of the day in the car. Between a lorry accident and construction, a normally three hour trip had taken close to six. Jackie had left them a note: she was over at Mo's house for dinner and cards, she'd left them sandwiches for tea.
They'd barely made it up the stairs with their bags when John unceremoniously dropped his bag and pressed Rose up against the wall, sliding one knee between her legs as he kissed her passionately.
"Well then," Rose said with a grin. "Guess I know what you want to do this evening."
"Was there a question?" he replied, helping her remove her jumper.
"Well yeah." She tugged his shirt out of his trousers and began to unbutton it. "If Mum was home, well…we'd have to find something else to do. Don't fancy shagging you while my mum's around."
John imagined the slap he'd get from Jackie, and nodded. "Yes. Good plan. No shagging when Jackie's home." He tossed his shirt and vest and began to work on his trousers.
Rose took off her shoes and socks, then turned around to remove her jeans, making sure he got a good view of her bum wiggling back and forth. She peered over her shoulder to see him standing there in his pants, grinning like an idiot. "See something you like?"
"Oh yes." He reached forward and pinched her bum, making her squeal. "You have a fantastic bum."
"Do I now?"
Before Rose could blink John had picked her up and deposited her on the bed, flipping her on her stomach to gently bite her bum through her knickers. She squealed again, laughing and smacking his head until he sat up, setting her free.
"Oi!" she huffed, laughing still. "Wanker."
"Not lately." He gave her a cheeky grin, and she laughed harder. "What? It's true."
"Thanks for the information," she lay back on the bed, an ache in her side from laughing.
He flopped down next to her, nipping at her shoulder, then her neck. "I love it when you laugh."
"Good thing you make me laugh on a regular basis then." She leaned over and kissed him, lightly at first, then more deeply, reaching down and grabbing his hand, placing it on her breast. He immediately began to knead it, then he pulled back and hopped off the bed. "What?"
He pulled his shirt on. "Back in a tick."
Rose heard him go downstairs, and she lay back and wait for him, wondering what on Earth he was doing. He returned a moment later with a glass of ice and a wicked smile. He shucked his shirt and crawled up on the bed, setting the glass down on the bedside table and pulling a piece out, sucking it into his mouth.
Rose shivered just watching him. He ducked his head between her breasts and dragged the piece of ice down between them, reaching behind her to remove her bra. He then moved to one of her nipples, circling it with the piece of ice in his mouth, chuckling when she shivered again. He reached up to place the palm of one hand on the icy nipple, and the warmth of his palm felt like fire and made her groan.
Giving her a cocky grin, he pulled what was left of the ice cube into his mouth and chewed on it as he drew her knickers down her legs. "Like that, do you?" John reached for the glass and pulled out another ice cube, this time using his hands to hold the ice. He drew circles around her nipples, then drew the ice cube down between her breasts to her navel, dipping the cube into it briefly and laughing when she squealed. He lay down between her legs and drew the ice cube up through her folds, then replaced it with the heat of his tongue. He kept doing that, the cold and the heat driving her mad with want, until she finally grabbed his hair and yanked on it.
John laughed, shedding his pants and tossing them aside before laying back down on top of Rose and giving her nipple a warm kiss. Rose sighed and thrust her hips, her wetness rubbing against his cock, making him moan. Sensing his vulnerability, she flipped him onto his back with a grin.
"You minx," he gasped as she straddled his chest, her bum in his face. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, giving him a wink before she took the head of his cock in her mouth, gently sucking on it. He groaned again, grabbing her hips and tugging her gently backwards to bury his tongue in her.
Rose swirled her tongue around the head before taking as much of him as she could in her mouth. He responded by thrusting two fingers into her while his tongue danced around her swollen nub. For several minutes the only sound in the room was that of their heavy breathing, but when he sucked her clit into his mouth she released him with a soft pop and moaned loudly, her hips bucking. When he removed his fingers she whimpered, quickly turning herself around and sinking down on his length.
John watched, mesmerized by the sight of her breasts bouncing as she rode him, seeking release. He reached one hand up to pinch her nipple and thrust sharply upward, and was rewarded when he felt her inner muscles clench around him. He brought his hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, and she cried out sharply as her orgasm overtook her. Flipping them over, he pounded into her, prolonging her orgasm and triggering his own, their cries of mutual pleasure echoing in the room.
He kissed her tenderly, before getting up and getting dressed. "I'm gonna go see what kind of sandwiches Jackie left us. I dunno about you, but I'm starved."
Rose gave him a mock exasperated look. "Sex and food, you men are all the same."
"Oi!" He feigned a hurt look. "You love me."
Rose laughed and got up, getting dressed. "It's a good thing, too."
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her, his face serious. "Best thing to ever happen to me."
Rose blushed, then kissed him softly. "Let's eat."
John awoke in the middle of the night to find Rose's side of the bed cold. He tugged on a pair of flannel pants and a vest and headed downstairs. He found her in the kitchen, making tea.
"You okay?" he asked, stepping behind her to kiss her neck.
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep." She turned to him. "Tea?"
"Sure." He sat down at the table and watched her. Dressed in his discarded oxford, hair mussed from sex and sleep, the thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She brought him a cup and sat in his lap, burying her face in his neck. "What's the matter?"
"I just…I'm kind of scared. About going to America, I mean." She gave a soft sigh. "It's so far, and it's for a lot longer than one school term."
John felt his heart start to race in panic. "Do you…not want to come with me?"
"No!" She looked at him. "I do. I want to go. Just kinda scary is all."
"Since when is Rose Tyler scared of anything?" he teased, sipping his tea.
"I'm scared of spiders," she replied, "and clowns. And of Donna when she's mad."
"That last one is a given." John gently stroked her cheek. "I'll be with you, holding your hand the whole time."
Rose smiled. "Always could do anything if you were holding my hand."
"Remember how scared you were on the first day of school?" he asked. "You looked like someone who was going to their own execution."
"And you took my hand," she said, slipping her hand into his and entwining their fingers, "and told me it was going to be okay, and if I needed you to come and find you."
"And it was. So believe me when I tell you that it'll be okay. We'll have to get used to all sorts of things, like TV instead of telly, and french fries instead of chips."
Rose smiled. "Elevators and not lifts, watching baseball and not footie."
"Funny accents, funny currency, horrible lager."
She laughed. "Rubbish tea."
"And they drive on the wrong side of the road." John kissed her and stood up, Rose still in his arms. "But I think we'll manage, don't you?"
"Yes, and where are you taking me?"
"I suddenly don't feel like tea." He carried her upstairs and lay her in the bed. "But what I do feel like is laying here, with you in my arms, and forgetting that the rest of the world exists." He kissed her softly and lay down next to her, resting his head on her chest and letting the beat of her heart lull him to sleep.
"There's himself," Wilf said as John and Rose walked into the kitchen at Sylvia's house. He enveloped Rose in a warm hug. "He treating you okay?"
"Yeah," Rose replied. "He's almost fully housebroken."
"Oi!" John glowered at her.
Wilf burst into laughter. "Atta girl, Rosie. You show him who's boss. Sit, sit, I've got tea on."
John grabbed a biscuit from one of the cabinets. "Mum around? Wanted me to do something to the computer, says it's not working?"
"She's at work, but you can go right in and start tinkering. Rosie and me will sit here and have a nice chat."
John looked worried, but disappeared upstairs.
Rose offered to help get the tea, but Wilf shooed her away, telling her to sit and get comfy. Knowing better than to argue, she waited until he'd brought her a mug of tea and a plate of biscuits and sat next to her.
"How's Wales, love?" Wilf asked.
"Good!" Rose blew on her tea, cooling it. "Can't believe it's almost graduation."
"You're telling me? I remember when the three of you would run around here in nappies." Wilf laughed. "Soon you'll be having kids of your own."
"Oh, I don't know," Rose said. "Plenty of time left for that. Have you met Donna's boyfriend?"
"Lee? Sure have. Really nice fellow, adores Donna. He's coming for Christmas dinner."
"I'll tell John to be on his best behavior," Rose replied. "No antagonizing his sister."
"But that's what I do best!" a voice called. "It's in my job description as younger brother!"
"Stop eavesdropping!" Rose called back, then rolled her eyes at Wilf. "He's such a pain."
Wilf let out a hearty laugh. "Ah, but you love him anyway."
"That I do, Wilf." Rose flushed deeply.
"When you were sixteen," he said, reaching across the table to take Rose's hand, "he told me he was gonna marry you. He's loved you since you were kids. Had other girlfriends, but he never looked at any of them the way he looks at you. I don't put much stock in that whole business of people being made for each other, but you two just might change my mind."
"Oi! Hands off the merchandise," John said, returning to the kitchen and taking a biscuit. "Get your own pretty girl."
"You're full of tough talk, sonny Jim," Wilf said, winking at Rose. "You fix your mother's computer?"
"Yep," John replied, popping the 'p' as he always did. "Good as new. Anything else while I'm here?"
Wilf gave his grandson a knowing look. "You wanna get your girl alone, eh? Don't think I don't know what you two get up to. I was young once, you know."
Rose flushed and covered her face, while John just laughed. "Never could get one past you, Granddad."
It was chilly in the basement, but Rose was finding it hard to care at the moment. Sprawled on the large sectional, one leg over the back of the sofa and the other propped on the coffee table, John's mouth working furiously between her legs, the world could have ended and she wouldn't have noticed.
He pulled away, kissing her inner thigh, two fingers replacing where his tongue had just been. "I could do this all day," he said.
"I could let you," she replied with a sigh. "Your tongue is magical."
John laughed. "You only like me for my oral skills."
"No, but they're quite the nice bonus." She sat up on her elbows to look at him. Watching him, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of her, face wet with her arousal, was possibly the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. He gave her a naughty grin as he returned his mouth to her sex, his tongue working at her clit.
She flopped back on the couch, hands in his hair as waves of gentle pleasure rolled over her, building slowly. When she finally came she fell quietly, her soft cries muffled by her hand.
When John sat up, she moved quickly to push him back into the cushions, straddling him as her hand moved up and down his shaft. "Wanna make you come," she said, kissing him fiercely.
"Oh, you won't be able to stop me," he replied with a laugh. "But keep that up and it will be sooner than you think."
Giving him a naughty grin, she increased the speed of her motion, rising up slightly on one knee to drag the head of his cock through her folds as she pumped him. "How about this?" she asked, easing the head of his cock into her opening.
Seeing his chance, John put his hands on her hips and pushed her down on his length, thrusting into her sharply and making her gasp. After several more thrusts he came with her name on his lips.
Rose giggled as his head rolled back, and she licked and sucked her way up his neck. "That was fun."
"Unf." He rolled her onto her back, settling his head between her breasts. "You exhaust me."
She ran her fingers through his tousled hair. "But in the best way."
"Oh yes." He looked up at her. "I wish I could go back and tell sixteen year old me that in a couple of years he'd be shagging you on the regular."
Rose laughed. "I think fifteen year old me wouldn't have believed you."
"Oh, it would make sixteen year old me come on the spot." He rolled a nipple between his fingers, watching it come to attention. "I'd tell him how insatiable you are, how wet you get, how good you taste." He kissed the stiff peak. "I'd tell him how you like it when I bite your nipples, and how you like me to tease you. And how you really like the dirty talk."
She giggled. "Only from you, though. Maybe because I associate you with incessant talking?"
"Oi, rude."
Rose ran a hand through his hair and gently tugged on his ear. "But I love your gob." She sat up, forcing him to sit, and kissed him. "I love everything about you."
"Yeah?" he asked, looking unsure.
"Yeah." She kissed him again. "Love you more than anything."
The sound of a door opening and footsteps above made them stop. "Mum!" Rose jumped off the couch and found her discarded clothes, tossing John's to him as she dressed quickly. She ran a hand through her hair and kissed John quickly before bounding upstairs.
Christmas morning, Rose woke up bright and early, a sly smile on her face. Beside her John was fast asleep, and she could see his eyes fluttering under the lids. Trying not to make a sound, she slid down under the covers and found the waistband of his pants, sliding them down over his semi-hard cock before bringing her mouth down to it and taking it in her mouth.
In no time he was fully erect, and she was licking and sucking in earnest as he lay there. The only clue she got that he was no longer asleep was his hand in her hair, and when she looked up at him from beneath the sheets she found he had his eyes closed and was struggling to keep quiet.
She increased her suction, teasing her tongue around the swollen head, using her hand to gently stroke his balls. When he gripped her hair she took him entirely into her mouth and he came, hips bucking slightly.
"Happy Christmas," she said as she crawled up his body, gently kissing his mouth.
"I'll say." He was breathing heavily. "Can we do that every Christmas?"
"I think that can be arranged." Rose looked over at her clock. "Gotta get up, help Mum finish stuff to take over for dinner."
John groaned. "Do we have to?"
"Yes." She swatted at him as she got up. "Go on, take a shower and make yourself presentable. We're meeting Donna's boyfriend today." John grinned, and Rose turned and smacked him. "Oh no you don't. Don't you go embarrassing your sister in front of him. You be on your best behavior or no more sex."
"What? That's entirely unfair!"
"It's the only way to make sure you're on your best behavior."
Several hours (and much whinging from John) later, they were seated at the dinner table. Lee, a soft-spoken man with a slight stutter, was most decidedly overwhelmed by Donna's family. Rose tried her best to include him in the conversation, listening patiently and always replying. He was obviously nervous, but it was clear to everyone the he adored Donna, and so he was accepted immediately into the family dynamic.
"So, graduation's coming," Sylvia said to Rose. "Big plans for after?"
"Yes, actually," she replied, blushing furiously. "John's asked me to go to America with him, and I said yes."
The reaction was unanimously one of excitement, although Jackie's excitement was tinged with a bit of sadness. They hadn't been expecting this.
"Does this mean we'll be hearing wedding bells?" Sylvia asked, eyeing her son with curiosity.
John nearly choked on his Yorkshire pudding. "What?"
Rose kicked him under the table. "We haven't discussed it, but I'm pretty sure that's not on the agenda for anytime soon."
John nodded. "It will be discussed at a future date which has yet to be determined."
Later that night, Rose and John were lying in bed, when John said, "Lee's going to propose."
"No!" Rose sat up, squealing with delight. "What! When? Soon?"
"I dunno, he wasn't specific," John replied. "But he did tell me he was planning on asking her and was it okay with me."
Rose squealed again. "Donna's getting married! And he's so sweet, you can tell he just adores her." She was practically bouncing up and down. "Oh, I hope he does it soon."
"You don't want to…I mean, you're not…" John gestured vaguely.
"What?" Rose stared at him for a moment, and then the penny dropped. "Oh! What? Now? No. In the future, yeah, but at the moment? No way."
"Okay, good." John snuggled up against her. "So I suppose a celebratory shag in honor of Donna's impending engagement is out?"
Rose laughed. "Not a chance."
On New Year's Eve, they met Donna and Lee at a pub in the city to ring in the New Year. Jack showed up with a handsome young Welshman named Ianto, and Donna announced her engagement. Rose and Donna spent the remainder of the evening discussing wedding things, leaving the men on their own to discuss everything else.
By half one, Rose and John were back at Jackie's. John made to go upstairs but Rose grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the basement, a wicked smile on her face. John gave her a grin as she got undressed, revealing her black bra and side-tie knickers.
Rose began unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me what you want. You want it hard and fast, or long and slow?"
John tossed his shirt aside and began to undo his trousers. "How about both?"
"I think we can do that." She reached into his pants and grasped his hardening cock. In return, he undid the ties on her knickers and dragged his fingers through her folds.
With a coy grin, she bent over the arm of the couch and wiggled her bum. A moment later he was behind her, pushing into her roughly. He gripped her hips tightly, driving into her, one hand reaching around to rub her clit.
"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me hard, John, as hard as you can."
He slammed into her, his fingers leaving marks on her hips as he bent over and whispered in her ear. "I love it when you talk dirty, those filthy words falling from that pretty mouth." He sucked at a spot on her shoulder, biting harder than usual, leaving a deep purple bruise. "I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk, love bending you over and taking you from behind." His fingers on her clit sped up and she began bucking into him. "Come for me, Rose, come hard, want to feel you come around me."
Her orgasm hit and she cried out, her hips bucking madly and setting off his orgasm. Breathing hard, Rose turned around and kissed him softly before collapsing onto the couch.
Pants and trousers around his ankles, John waddled over to where Rose was sprawled and lay down next to her, using her discarded knickers to clean up their mess. She sighed as he swept the silk through her folds, spreading her legs and raising one eyebrow.
John laughed. "I'm not a machine, give me time to recover."
"You gonna take those off?" she gestured to his trousers and pants. "You look ridiculous with your pants around your ankles."
"Not like I had much of a chance to get them all the way off, if you recall someone was waving her naked bum in my face and begging me to fuck her." Using his feet, he managed to get his pants off and they lay there semi-naked in the darkness, not talking.
Rose trailed her hand back and forth across his chest. "Are we always gonna be like this?"
"Like what, naked? I wish."
Rose giggled. "This…always wanting each other. When I'm old and gray I hope you'll still want me as much as you do now."
"I promise you, I will still want you when you are old and gray."
"I can see us, in the home, shagging like teenagers." Rose ran her hand down between his legs, grasping his soft cock and teasing the head. "We'll be getting in trouble all the time for scandalizing the other residents."
"They'll be jealous," he replied, kissing her shoulder. "Who wouldn't be? We'll be shagging night and day."
"They'll call us sex addicts." She gave him several strokes and grinned madly when he started to harden again under her ministrations. "Try to keep us apart."
"Nah, never happen. Can't keep us apart." He kissed down to her breast, gently licking her nipple. "They'll just find us shagging in closets." His hand moved down between her legs, teasing her and she shifted so that she was straddling his narrow hips. She sank down on his length and leaned over to kiss him deeply.
"I love you," she said, rubbing her nose against his.
John sat up and kissed her again, then began peppering her face with sweet kisses as they made slow, languid love. When Rose at last lay against him, sweaty and sated, he ran his hands through her hair and wished her a happy new year.
She looked up at him with a grin. "I think it's gonna be fantastic."