He held her all night in bed. Hadn't even brought a book to read, he knew he would be lost in thought. He considered all the past visits with her, all of the stories she had told him about their adventures in his future, how none of them involved the Time Lords, how he hadn't brought her to even see Gallifrey. And he thought about that very first visit. His future self had said they'd have plenty of time to talk about how she had been born human, but was now biologically similar to a Gallifreyan. They'd never actually talked about it. And he needed answers. He knew he would forget it all anyway, but this version of himself needed to know everything, needed to control everything. No, she was right, it wasn't a need, it was a choice, but his personality did compel him quite strongly.
He reached for his sonic screwdriver on the bedside table and scanned her, curious as to just how similar she was to his people. Telepathy, more resilient than a human, and a trace of connection to the time vortex that would rejuvenate her cells for a few centuries. He continued staring at the results of his scan for an hour or so, until she woke up.
Rose opened her eyes to find him studying something on his sonic. She didn't say anything, just watched him, until he finally spoke.
"How did your biology change from being human?" he asked.
"Oh. I don't remember all of it. You had to tell me a lot of what happened. As soon as we started travelling together, we saw these words everywhere we went. Thought nothing of it at first, just a coincidence you said. Bad Wolf written everywhere, graffiti, the name of a company, that sort of thing. Anyway, after about a year of travelling, we were on this space station and the whole thing had been taken over by Daleks. They were going to destroy everything and the only way to stop them was with this delta wave, but it would kill everyone on the space station and the Earth. So you tricked me into the TARDIS and activated this emergency program to send me home. I couldn't leave you to die all alone, so I opened the console and looked into the heart of the TARDIS," she told him.
"What?" he gasped.
"I don't remember what happened after that," she continued. "You said that I was glowing with the power of the vortex, I got the TARDIS to go back to the space station, turned the Daleks into dust, and you called me a goddess. But the power was killing me, so you took the energy from me and put it back into the TARDIS. It caused you to regenerate. You died for me."
"And the exposure to the vortex changed you as if you'd grown up near the Schism on Gallifrey," he reasoned. "Is that why I never took you there? I was worried what they would do to you?"
Rose considered letting him think that, but she guessed that he would figure out she was lying. She didn't want to lie to him. "No. That's not why. Please don't ask."
He stared at her for a few minutes, deciding whether or not to push for that answer as well, but she wasn't the enemy. She risked her life to save him, probably multiple times, and was doing all of this for him. He shouldn't be interrogating her.
"Thank you," he said finally. "You had never met any other Time Lords but me before this started, had you?"
"No, Doctor. Susan and Romana are the only ones I've met other than you. And that was only during this process," she admitted.
"Let's go exploring somewhere. My mind needs time to process all of this," he told her and moved to get dressed back in his beige suit.
Rose took a shower and got dressed before she went looking for breakfast. He hadn't prepared anything for her, but there were bagels and yogurt in the kitchen, so she made some tea and had that before joining him in the console room.
He had already landed them somewhere, and this time, he offered her his arm before heading out. It was a step in the right direction. The couple explored the jungle outside for several hours before deciding to head back to the ship for something to eat, but ended up stuck in a rain storm and had to find shelter somewhere. There was a small cave near a waterfall they had been admiring earlier and they managed to settle on the floor of it while waiting out the rain.
"Sorry, I should have known it was about to rain from the humidity. I thought we had at least another half hour or so," he apologized.
"Don't worry about it. This is better than being in a dungeon somewhere. Don't suppose you've got any snacks stashed in your pockets?" she asked.
He reached into his coat pockets and produced a yoyo, a ball of string, two spoons, his sonic, a pocket watch and a handkerchief. In his trouser pockets, he found several mechanical parts, resistors, a small coil of wire, three buttons, and a pack of gum.
"Ah well, was worth a try," Rose sighed.
The Doctor put most of the items back where he'd found them, but kept the spoons out and held them between his fingers with the bowls back to back. It was then that he began to play them, tapping them against his leg, against his fingers and even on the top of her head. It was funny and he was very good at it.
"Trying to impress me again?"
"That depends, is it working?" he teased.
"I haven't seen many people that can do that, mainly because most never try, but yes, I am impressed by your musical spoon abilities."
He did a few slight of hand magic tricks for her, generally trying to keep her entertained while they were stuck there, waiting for the rain to stop. Unfortunately, it seemed like they might be stuck for quite some time. Rose dozed off after a few hours for a little nap, her head lying in his lap, and his jacket draped over her. When she awoke, they snuggled together silently and watched the rain.
Rose reached up to kiss his cheek, feeling a bit like they'd gone back a step or two in the physical part of their relationship. He stiffened for a moment, then turned to kiss her properly. It was gentle and sweet for several long minutes, until suddenly it wasn't. Rose turned to straddle his legs and he guided them both down to the ground as he grasped her bum. She groaned in pleasure as he ground his erection against her, holding her hips tightly against his own.
"Hmmm. Is it my turn to impress you?" Rose asked, then slid down his body to work on his trousers.
"Rose, what are you-?"
She made quick work of releasing him from his pants and stroked him gently, knowing that he probably wasn't used to this kind of stimulation. He groaned loudly and threw his head back. Rose took that as a sign that he was enjoying what she was doing and proceeded to take him into her mouth. She hummed around him when he threaded his hands into her hair to guide her movements. One hand was holding his hips down and the other continued to stroke the base of his penis, where she couldn't reach with her mouth.
"Oh gracious! Rose, I'm going to-" he shouted.
Rose only increased her motions at his warning. It was only a moment later that he was filling her mouth and collapsed on the floor in bliss. She smiled at his response and crawled up to lay beside him.
"Hello," she said, when he looked over at her.
"That was," he began, but seemed at a loss for a moment. "Very naughty."
They both laughed, then noticed that the rain had slowed significantly. After fixing their clothes, the pair ran hand-in-hand back to the TARDIS. The ground was quite slippery, but they helped each other when they lost their footing, and were only slightly soaked when they reached the time ship.
"Now, with regards to your earlier behaviour," the Doctor began.
"Oh, am I in trouble for being such a naughty girl?" she asked, poking the tip of her tongue through her teeth.
"I wouldn't say trouble, but I do believe that you have earned some recompense," he told her.
"Hope that means more playtime," she said with a smile.
"What that means, my dear, is that I expect to be putting my studies of human female erogenous zones to very good use," he assured her, with a look that suddenly made her feel like she'd been backed into a corner with no escape.
"You'll have to catch me first," she said with a smirk and ran down the hallway.
The Doctor chuckled at that and urged the TARDIS to direct Rose into the garden room. It might be too wet outside, but in here the weather would always be perfect. He chased after her, however. Even with an idea of what room she would be in, it wouldn't do for her to get too far ahead.
Rose ran down the hallway, hoping to find somewhere to hide. She knew he would find her, wanted him to find her really, but with no other companions on board, they could have fun all over the ship without embarrassing anyone. The ship gave her only one door at the end of the corridor, but it was the garden room, so she was happy enough with that. Looking at the different directions that she could choose, Rose headed toward the field of flowers, where there were butterflies flitting through the air. She thought she might be able to hide in the taller grass and bushes at the edge of the field, but when he found her, they'd be comfortable rolling through the flowers.
She made it about halfway through the field when he caught her around the waist and they both tumbled to the ground. Rose laughed and threaded her fingers into his hair to pull him into a kiss. The Doctor's hands started roaming her curves right away, reaching under her shirt to start pushing it up and out of his way. She caught on quickly and pulled it over her head while he concentrated on removing her trousers. In minutes, all of Rose's clothes were scattered around them and the Doctor was, frustratingly, still clothed.
It seemed that he was intent on reciprocating her gift of oral sex, and she gathered that part of those books he had been studying probably had entire chapters on it.
"You don't have to, Doctor. Most blokes don't like doing that," she told him.
"I'm aware of what to expect. No need to worry, darling," he assured her, nuzzling her below her navel and taking in her scent, mixed with the surrounding flowers. He hummed at the lovely combination.
His hands stroked gently up and down her thighs and Rose decided to just enjoy herself. She stared up at the simulated sky and the butterflies floating by as her love touched her in ways that no one else ever had. While the future Doctor did do amazing things with his tongue, in the few months that they'd been romantically together, he hadn't done this. She was reasonably sure that he would try to prove himself superior to this experience once he remembered all of this. That only meant that she ought to remember this well for comparison's sake.
His fingers moved softly across her folds as he stroked her sensitive bud in circles, the way she had shown him in the bath the last time they were together. Knowing that she wasn't quite as far along yet as she was at that time, however, he kept his touches softer for now. As her arousal increased, he slid one cool finger inside of her, searching for that rough patch that his books indicated was the best area to massage. At Rose's pleased sighs, he finally brought his mouth into play, licking around her clitoris and adding a second finger inside her.
"Oh god! Doctor!" she shouted suddenly.
He hummed against her, happy to be succeeding at the studied techniques. It wasn't as if he had any chance to practise this before trying it on her. He hadn't even remembered reading it until his memories had been unlocked. The books had been quite thorough in their descriptions, however, and he found that his perfect memory was very helpful in this instance.
As her sounds of delight increased, so did her thrusting and the amount of moisture over her folds. That indicated to him that it was time to increase the intensity of his actions to propel her further towards orgasm. He added a third finger inside of her and moved his hand faster and harder. The Doctor also started to suck her clitoris into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it from time to time. Rose's fingers scraped across his scalp and grasped his hair to hold him in place now. He knew that she must be close to breaking and felt fierce masculine pride at his performance.
When Rose screamed his name, her whole body tensed beneath him and released even more fluid around his fingers. The Doctor pressed his other hand against his erection, needing a bit of stimulation as he prepared to switch their activities to something more mutual. Once her fingers released his hair and she began to twitch with overstimulation from his actions, he moved away from her and started working on removing his clothing while she recovered.
"Blimey, whatever books you've been studying should be mandatory reading for blokes everywhere," she said.
Rose looked up at the Doctor standing over her. He was finally undressed, stroking himself as he looked down at her in the field of flowers. She smiled and reached towards him, inviting her lover to join her once again. He settled his hips in the cradle of her own and kissed her roughly. She could taste herself on his lips, but decided that it didn't bother her, especially with him pressing against her like that. Rose reached between them to position him at her entrance and they both moaned at the feeling of being connected like this once again.
"Mmm, Rose. Stay with me forever," he mumbled in to her neck.
"Always, Doctor. I'm yours," she sighed.
He was moving faster now, chasing release, and Rose was already sensitive from his earlier attentions, so it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge again. The Doctor added a grinding twist to his hips against her clit with each thrust and she gasped, her body tensing as her muscles clenched around his length inside her. That was all it took to bring him to completion as well, emptying himself inside her.
The couple lay gasping in the field of flowers for several long minutes. When she felt she could move again, Rose curled into his side, draping her arm across his bare chest.