The Doctor stood in the doorway to his room watching Rose unpack, a small smile playing on his lips. He crossed his arm and leaned against the wall, hardly able to believe this was happening. He was still shocked that he had asked to move into his room, not that he was opposed to it, but because it was absolutely against his character. This wanting to be around Rose Tyler ever waking moment of his life was new and strange and consuming, and even though he was thrilled that she was going to share his space and be there whenever he wanted in the night, he was terrified.

What was happening to him? Surely this wasn't just love? He knew he loved Rose now, he could admit that to his hearts and his mind, but was that the reason he found himself changing? The Doctor reflected on the differences in himself. He'd been making notes as he found them: smiling more, so so much more; forgetting to put his jacket on and adventuring in just his jumper; whistling while he piloted the TARDIS; the need to always know where Rose was at all times; the tightening in his chest when she told him she loved him; shaving his face to perfection, lest any stubble rub on her face when she snogged him, which was blissfully often; the small desire to tell her how he felt...

"Rose." He spoke from the doorway, and Rose looked up from the pile of clothing she was sorting. That face. Oh, he loved that face. "Can we talk?" He was pretty sure that was a line he'd heard someone say, was something he should say before he just assaulted her with his feelings.

Rose looked puzzled, but she nodded carefully and sat down on the bed. He knew that he should probably join her, probably hold her hand or something, but he stayed put. He crossed his arms tighter.

"Daft alien, me. Just wanted to...ask you some things." He nodded, sure this was going fine. That was a fine way to start. He didn't let himself dwell on her confused face. "Since I've never done this, you know that, told you that a dozen times now, but see I don't right study up on all this, so some things are still unclear. And since you're the human in this relationship, well, you might have some perspective and..." Rose held up her hand, and the sight of her little fingers completely distracted him.

"Doctor, you're babblin'. What's wrong?" Rose patted the bed, and the Doctor felt badly for not having sat down with her when he first thought it was the thing to do. Now she clearly felt slighted that he was standing in the doorway instead of there with her. Ah, he hated feeling like such a git. A novice. A fool.

He crossed the room and sat next to her, riffling through her bag nosily as he pushed it out of the way. Pink knickers. Hmm...

"Doctor?" Rose touched his arm, her face encouraging.

"Right. Well. What the bloody hell is happening to me?" There. Out there in the open, it was. Off his chest. Let her deal with it now.

"Sorry, wha'?" Rose knitted her brows and cocked her head.

He sighed heavily. He wanted her to just understand. She was usually so good at that. "Been noticing things about me that are...different. Ever since, well since we started snogging on the regular, I've been different. Things about me. Haven't you noticed?" It occurred to him that she might have been noticing but keeping it to herself, which made him terribly insecure.

"Different how?" Rose kept her face impassive, folding her legs up under herself.

"Crikey, Rose. I'm all...careless! Leavin' me jacket in the TARDIS when we go out, whistling like I'm some kind of bard, suddenly so concerned with my facial hair. Sleeping through the night!" the Doctor looked exhausted after the admission, running his large hand over his face quickly, daring to glance at Rose who was, to his horror, smirking! Smirking!

"Doctor, I think...I think you're just...happy?" She smiled fully then and moved her hand to his chest, attempting to comfort his obvious distress.

"What? That's rubbish!" He stood abruptly, his long legs pacing the room suddenly.

"Sorry? You're not happy?" Rose's face fell, her hands now folded unhappily in her lap.

"Hmm?" the Doctor's hands gripped his sides, his arms crossed protectively across his body as he paced. Rose didn't think she could stand to repeat her question, so she folding her knees up under her chin and waited. He needed to puzzle this out, and she was not in the mood to start arguing over this so-called problem.

He paced the room, spinning on his heel at each wall. He was only vaguely aware of Rose staring at him, of her sad little posture, of the way she was sighing. It occurred to him that he needed to answer her. That's the nice thing. He's got to work on that.

"Right, so you think I'm becomin' a totally different bloke because I'm...happy?" His lip curled in distrust as he asked her.

Realizing he was finally going to let her talk again, Rose sighed and began. "The things you said aren't a different person, Doctor. So you don't wear your leather jacket ev'ry place we go? So you sleep through the night? Sounds like a carefree, happy guy to me." Rose spoke evenly, aware that he was in a pretty delicate position, what with her having the upper hand and all.

The Doctor stopped pacing stared her down, his stare intense. "Carefree?" His voice was incredulous.

Rose decided to continue. "Yeah, carefree, a bit. You used to be so...uptight. And then you know, we started doin'...things. And now you feel better. Now you don't worry so much. Now you feel some happiness and the other stuff—like stayin' up all night to fret and puttin' your jacket on to protect your chest from me touching you—doesn't matt'r as much. Am I right?" Rose stood and crossed the room, stopping in front of him. She gingerly lifted her hands to his chest and pressed her palms over each heart.

"I..." The Doctor was speechless. Rose Tyler had rendered the Doctor speechless. God, he loved her. He had to tell her soon.

They unpacked the rest of her things together. He carried her perfumes to the dresser and sniffed each one before arranging them by color, then by his favorite smell, and the finally alphabetically by name, though that still felt a little dissatisfying. Shrugging, he turned and saw Rose hastily stuffing something back in the bag, taking great effort to cover it. Oh, Rose had something secret? He grinned like a small child as he quickly strode back across the room.

"Whatcha got there?" He lifted his eyebrows, his gaze clearly pointing to the bottom of her bag.

"Oh, you know, extra jimjams." She smiled and he could see, could always see, that she was fibbing. Badly.

"Tha' right?" He smiled bigger, loving a good challenge. Rose nodded and closed the bag, but he shot his hand out to it, keeping it open. "Well, unpack them. Plenty o' room in the drawer still." He nodded carelessly towards the dresser, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Rose stuttered a bit and went to carry the whole bag over, but he was having none of that. "Need the whole bag? Here, let me help?"

As he went to reach in, Rose screeched and smacked his hand away. "Ohh, what's my Rose hiding from me?" He loved playing with her like this. His face was wickedly happy, grinning at her as he lounged back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head.

"'s nothin'. Can't I 'ave any private things?" She challenged him.

"Aw, Rose. We're in a committed relationship aren't we? Don't I deserve to know what's in your overnight bag?"

Rose's heart soared. A committed relationship? When in the bloody hell did that happen? She couldn't help the shy smile that spread across her face. She cast her eyes down, afraid to let him see how much that had affected her. But he saw, oh, he always saw.

"That please ya, Rose? Hearin' me say that?" His smile dropped a little, his face intense all over again. Rose only nodded and fiddled with the zip on her bag. "Good. Pleased me, too!" His huge smile was back, but he still had that look of mischief, staring down her bag.

"Oh alright then! She shoved the bag at him and covered her face with a hand, embarrassment flooding her.

Eager, he sat up and reached in, tossing the silky shorts away. His smile dropped immediately. "Rose? Is that what I think it is?" Keeping her face covered, Rose nodded yes. "Honestly, your species is just obsessed with sex, isn't it? Have to fill all the minutes when you're not shagging someone with time to shag your devices!" But he kept staring.

"Oi! 's not like that, Doctor. 's...you know, I have needs. And you know right well that sometimes I take care of my needs m'self!" Turning to face him, Rose put her hands on her hips, feeling defensive about her toy.

"Didn't know you used...this! Thought those clever fingers did the job." Shrugging, he sat back against the pillows again and watched her.

"Oi, can't believe we're doin' this, but no. Not always they don't. Sometimes a lady needs to be...filled up!" Waving her arms in the air, she laughed at her own ridiculousness.

"Filled up?" His eyes looked huge.

"Yeah. It's a...need. But don't worry, 'm okay with us waitin'. Really, I am! That's why I 'ave that. Helps me be patient." Rose gave him half a smile, realizing this could very well hurt his feelings. Her poor, sensitive alien.

"I had no idea. Honestly." Cheeks slightly flushed, the Doctor's eyes wandered around the room as if he were contemplating something very, very important.

"What, really? Why would females want to shag at all if that weren't a feelin' we liked?" Rose decided to plunge ahead, despite how embarrassing and confusing this conversation was becoming. When he didn't respond, Rose sighed and continued. "Doctor, I'll get rid of it. 'm sorry, I can be patient without it."

The Doctor looked up quickly, his eyes dark. "Do you want help? Feeling full?"

When the Doctor saw Rose's jaw drop open, arousal surged through him. Nothing else in the entire universe seemed of any importance at that moment, only Rose's pleasure. Only giving her what she needed. Needed. She had said need. Not...desire, not...enjoyment. Need. He reached for the bag and extracted the sex toy, examining the thick plastic with a clinical eye. Rubbery, bright blue, not quite as large as him, but...still. The idea of Rose using this to fill a need that he had been neglecting...his trousers felt tight, but this wasn't about him. Rose sat shell-shocked as he put the toy on the nightstand and moved to Rose.

Their lips met cautiously. Rose looked afraid and nervous, her lips not moving against his the way he liked. "Rose?" He quirked an eyebrow at her. He was trying to start something, trying very hard to do right by her, and she was rejecting him? This was new. But his voice seemed to call to her, because she suddenly kissed him back, her arms winding around his neck. That was better. The Doctor guided her body down to the bed and gently moved over her, his lips sucking at her neck, her ear.

The way she moaned when he found her ear nearly sent him over the edge. Steeling his nerves, he moved his lips over her chest, pulling on her t-shirt, helping her out of her clothes piece by piece. When Rose reached for him, the Doctor stilled while he considered. This was for Rose, not him. But just his jumper...he shed his clothing for her, finding himself in his pants next to her. Rose attacked his lips then, her barely clad body pressing to his. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her back and found he very much enjoyed the feeling of snogging Rose Tyler in their undergarments in his bed. Yes, he liked it quite a lot. It made him...happy.

Moving his hands to her hips, the Doctor slipped a finger into her knickers and traced the line of her moist lips. Rose gasped into his mouth then, and he groaned in appreciation. Rose pushed her own knickers off, shucking them to the end of the bed, wrapping her arms around the Doctor's neck and deepening her kiss. This was it. She wanted to be full. The Doctor slipped his finger inside her and felt her quivering, felt her legs open widely as she rotated on to her back. He stayed on his side, hooking her earlobe between his teeth as he moved his finger within her. Remembering that she had asked for more once, he used another finger and thrust as much as he could.

Rose's mouth hung open as she moaned, and the Doctor ached to fill that mouth. He remembered the thing she had made him do last time with that mouth, the thing that had made him feel so repulsed and aroused and horrified and in love all at the same time. He tried to move hips away from her so that she didn't feel his erection pressing into her. When her hand came down and tried to grab him anyway, the Doctor caught her fingers and brought them to her own breasts.

"This is 'bout you, my Rose." he whispered the words against her ear, letting his tongue move to her neck. "You wanna be full, hmm? Oh Rose, I want to fill you. I want to so, so much." Rose panted in response, her hips grinding down on hand. The Doctor moved his hand away from her dripping lips then. "Touch your breasts for me." It was a command, and Rose eagerly complied, pulling her nipples out over her bra, rolling them between her fingers while she kept her eyes on him. Building his courage, the Doctor reached for the blue plastic device and brought it near her. Rose's eyes bulged, he saw that, but he sucked on her neck, pausing only to tell her all the filthy things that he suspected she needed to hear. "I'm going to use this on you, Rose. I'm going to fuck you with this, because it's what I can do right now. Tha' okay?"

Rose nodded furiously, her fingers massaging her plump breast. He raised up on his elbow then and moved the toy near her entrance. He leaned down to run his tongue over her nipple while he slid it inside her. Just a little at a time, he was sure that was how it was done. No need to rip her up, he thought. Was that even a thing? Oh Rassilion, he really needed to reread that book on human anatomy. Sliding it in a little more, the Doctor bit down on her nipple. Rose raised her knees up, and the Doctor found himself sitting up, his mouth kissing her raised knee while pushing the toy into her. He noted with curiosity that it was nearly all the way in her now and she seemed fine. No ripping, no sign of distress at all.

He pulled the toy back out and slid in again, this time pushing it all the way in. Rose screamed again, her nails digging into those beautiful breasts. He sat upright then, putting himself right between her legs so that he could better examine what was happening. He knew the basics of sex, but frankly, in the past he had just responded to what felt okay. He had never been quite so removed, watching something slide in and out of her like he wasn't even there. Suddenly very concerned and self-conscious that he wasn't doing it right, the Doctor looked up at Rose's face. "Show me."

Rose seemed to understand, bless her. Taking the toy in her hand, Rose thrust it in and out of her quickly. With her other hand, Rose guided the Doctor's hand to her clit, encouraging him to rub. Now this, this he remembered. This he had done for her many times. He let his thumb move over the nub as he watched her pounding the blue member into herself. Confident he was a master of this now, he took over for her, pumping furiously while rubbing her clit. Suddenly inspired, the Doctor leaned down and moved his lips over her, sucking on that wonderful little bud.

Her screams surprised him, as this time he didn't feel her coming. He didn't feel her quivering walls, but he did feel her hand digging into his head, pressing his mouth down hard against her. He continued pumping the toy into her, not sure if he was supposed to stop, but in no hurry to have her out of his mouth. When Rose's body seemed to calm down, he looked up from her to see that smile. Oh, that smile. That beautiful, thankful, sweet, loving smile.

"Thank you." She reached down and removed the toy herself, wrapping her arms around his neck as he came back up the bed. "I love you." She whispered, and he grinned. He could do this. He could fill her needs, sleep with her in his room, forget his jacket sometimes, whistle if he felt like, kiss her clitoris all day long if she wanted. Oh, he could do this.

"You have needs, too, Doctor." Rose rolled over his body and sat up, straddling his hips. She looked so sexy, her breasts hanging out the top her bra, her hair mussed from what he'd done to her. Oh, he loved when she looked like this.

"'m fine. Just wanted to take care 'f you." The Doctor grinned up at her, excitement at what she might be about to do fizzling below his skin. The woman always surprised him, always made him come harder than he thought possible, always filled his hearts with such love, which confused him greatly, but he was learning not to dwell on it while they did this sort of thing.

"Oh, no. You're gettin' off, mister. Believe me." Wiggling her hips, his erection pressed up in the cotton of his pants. The fabric was quickly becoming soaked, what with Rose's wetness sitting right on top of him.

"What'd you have in mind, my Rose?" He could tell she was affected by the sweet way he was talking. He was trying. It was deliberate. She gave him that special smile she had, the one he was pretty sure was only for him, and scooted back to pull him out of his pants. His erection throbbed in her hand, and she wasted no time rubbing it up and down with that perfect little fist.

And then, without any warning, Rose began talking. And not just talking, but.. talking. About filthy things. The Doctor felt his cock ache, possibly swell, hearing her say those things. "...wanted to do this so bad in my kitchen, 'member the first time you were in my kitchen? Just hardly met ya but oh, I wanted to touch you." Her fingers squeezed him and then continued their pumping. "'nd then that first time in the TARDIS? Oh I was so mad about you takin' me to see Earth die, but...but I just wanted to smack you and then shag you. Shag you right there for that Tree Lady and the Face of Boe and ev'ry one else to see, make them all see you were mine." Rose ran her thumb along the tip of his cock, and kept talking. "Oh Doctor, what you jus' did to me? Tha' was bloody brilliant. You sucking on me, eatin' me out while fucking me with my own toy? Oh Doctor, you made me come so, so hard."

He could hardly think. The Doctor blinked hard, trying to focus, but found himself distracted by her naughty words, her sexy breasts just sitting right there in front of him while she jerked him. Unable to resist, the Doctor reached out and grabbed one, squeezing and kneading as he stared at her little hand on his cock. "...love lookin' at it. Your cock is a thing of beauty, Doctor, I just love pumpin' it, milkin' it. Oh Doctor, come for me." And his body jerked, his teeth clenched tight. Her words sent him right over the edge, his cum spilling all over her hand, over his stomach.

When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see a smiling Rose. She looked at him so full of love, and it made his head spin. It amazed him the way she seemed to love him, adore him even, when he'd just done something like this. He should really have more control than this. Should learn to resist her clever hands and mouth both, because all this did was confuse him. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, wanted to move them to the next place, but this was the kind of thing that still plagued him. He had no idea how love and sex fit together on this planet, because they seemed rather exclusive before, but Rose was just so adamant that they mix. And really, it did feel good. It felt amazing really, to love this girl and pleasure her both, pleasure her for the sake of giving her pleasure and nothing else.

"Oh, he's precious!" Rose lifted the small child to her face, nuzzling her nose against his cheek. She continued talking to the child's mother, nodding her head enthusiastically as the woman explained to Rose about the men who had been seen walking around the neighborhood. The Doctor tried to listen, really tried to focus on the problem at hand, but Rose with a child was distracting him more than he could understand.

Rose handed the baby back to the woman and turned to face him, her eyes clear and bright. "Well, what do you think of that?" And he knew that she was referring to the conversation, to the information they had just gathered, but he wanted her to be asking about the other thing so much, the baby thing, so he answered that thing instead.

"Grand. Just grand."

In a shop with beads hanging from the walls and a gypsy woman lighting candles just outside the door, Rose held a pink dress up against her body. She eyed herself in the mirror, turning her hips just so, the way the Doctor assumed she had done with all of the things in the wardrobe, too.

"Wha'd ya think?" She met the Doctor's eyes in the mirror, as he stood in his trousers and jumper—no jacket. He frowned and pretended to analyze the dress, his brow furrowed.

"I think you'd look better in white," he shrugged honestly and turned away, fiddling with the gems and jewelry on the counter top by the register, trying desperately not to see her reaction because he wasn't sure he was ready to see it, ready to know what she thought, only barely ready to test such a phrase on his lips.

A/N: Well that was a filthy one, wasn't it? Yikes. Have I mentioned yet how much I adore you readers? My life's a mess right now, but I can't tell you how much joy I find talking with you all, hearing your reactions to this story. You're amazing. Please share your thoughts below, I'd love to hear. xox Emmy