A/N. Some things cannot be helped. Such as the wish to keep the story going for a longer time still… :) The fact they can keep themselves apart, for however short a time, is in itself an achievement. This still means some sex (and dirty language) is in. Nothing too explicit, if a tiny bit more detailed.

Stuck: Night Two, Chapter Ten

"I have been thinking…" the Doctor eyed Rose questioningly the exact moment she stopped pretending to have fallen asleep beside him.

I know exactly what you're thinking, the girl reminded him playfully.

Yes! "Let's go check?" he raised an eyebrow, almost pushing Rose out of bed. In all honesty, the freshly-bonded alien could not care less about whether some rooms other than the very basic ones were available already. There were so many things he was dying to tell her… to show her… teach her… If the things they'd seen during the bonding were anything to go by, their remaining time together would either be endless (in human terms), or… forever. Or till death us do part, Rose smirked.

"Don't," the Doctor sighed heavily, remembering just how much he abhorred the mere possibility of losing her.

The incomparable sorrow in him has struck Rose just as deeply. "This doesn't have to happen to us," she wrapped her arms around the Time Lord, feeling he needed this more than anything. "You and I… We are better than this. Stronger than this."

"Stronger than time, is this what you mean, Rose? Because we cannot-" One cannot fight Time, Rose Marion Tyler.

She shrugged. "Nobody intends to. Nobody but you, Lord of Time," Rose chortled at his startled expression. "It's all in the etymology, see?"

"Attempts to justify the title are exactly what have brought my race downwards in the first place," he sighed heavily.

Their lips connected in a soft kiss the next moment, more like a shy attempt to recall what the other's lips tasted like – less than an hour ago, in fact – than anything else. Knowing the exact effect it was going to have on them otherwise, the couple backed away from each other rapidly in a second.

"We really need to work on self-control," Rose noted bitterly. "Or else-"

"You don't say," the Doctor eyed her cautiously, shuddering at the idea she hadn't worded out loud.

"I sort of feel like a sweaty sticky beast right now," Rose grimaced. "I really need to shower and change. Would you wait for me?"

"I could even join you," the Doctor winked. "But it could end up like-" He wanted to join her, feeling washing up would do good for him as well, but-

"Like yesterday?" she shrugged, remembering.

"Oh, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to control ourselves nearly as well," he smirked at her suggestively. "Besides, the clothes… they're all – the one's we'd picked - in the library, yeah? The place we cannot exactly reach right now?"

"Was checking the available rooms not your primary wish minutes ago?" Rose reminded him.

"Yep! Allons-y?"

The girl shuddered at the way the TARDIS lights seemed to have dimmed the moment they set off for the library. This is creepy. Rose pushed the Doctor's hand harder.

"It isn't. She's conserving her energy," he explained.

Or is she showing us night is for sleeping, not wandering around in the ship?

The alien shrugged. "It might very well be." It was unlikely the old girl was in any way upset at them for doing anything but sleeping. If they had managed to go through the bonding – the process of importance like no other - at night…

With no traces of the library anywhere, the couple have very soon decided to return to the console room, appreciating the ship sending them both back to the room the next moment.

"Conserving energy, really?"

"Let's just say… we are… very likely… bothering her, so we're sent to the only place she knows we could remain in during the remaining hours.

"Very funny. What if I start feeling peckish?" Rose has managed to make it look as if it were the end of the world for her, but the alien only smirked.

"The old girl wouldn't dare to take the kitchen from us," he assured her. "Or the bathroom," the Doctor continued.

"Okay."

Why don't you think about what we're going to tell Mum instead? This has startled the Time Lord, while his companion was feeling inexplicably at ease. Merely watching the Doctor smile at her was enough to make her feel adored… besides, having to face her mother eventually was nowhere as big a problem as the alien was picturing it. A glare or two. If he ends up being incredibly daft – a slap or two. Some angry shrieking, very likely… But this was hardly a sufficient reason to panic. Particularly when her mum seemed rather fond of this him.

"What do you suggest we do?" There was absolutely no way he was going to waste his precious time in thinking of Jackie Tyler, especially when there were so many things in the console room alone he could try to speak to his fair bond-mate about… Rose giggled. The Time Lord was terrified, it was glaringly obvious. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder.

"We will have as much time as you need for whatever pleases you. And me, obviously," she assured the Doctor, seeing disagreement in his eyes. "But try to concentrate. What are we going to tell Mum?"

The Doctor grimaced, nudging her. Whatever we say, she won't believe us.

With the openly sensual looks the alien kept giving her? With the hugs and simple touches, suddenly meaning so much more? Obviously not. Even if he could mask his feelings – not only the suppressed desire they were both finally free to expose to each other - with at least moderate success. Did Rose want to continue with the pretending they were still nothing more but the best of friends? It would not work for much longer, not with Jackie making all the right assumptions already, even if only on the phone.

"Could we please return to this subject later?" Much later?

Rose glared at him. "Nope."

"A little bit later?"

"Nope."

Please?

No. Doctor… can't you pull yourself together? "My mum isn't some kind of monster set on ruining your life."

The Doctor avoided meeting her eyes. "She probably isn't, yeah… But she terrifies me."

Rose giggled. "I'm certain she knows it. But this – our situation - it is kind of complicated," she grimaced at the word. "How much can we tell her?"

"Not much," he grunted.

The blonde eyed him curiously. "I am not talking of details, Doctor." Not the mind-blowing sensation I get whenever you touch me, yeah?

He grinned. "From what I know, you are fairly capable of not showing it." Perhaps even more so than he was.

"The question still stands, Doctor. As it already is obvious – to Mickey, and undoubtedly to mum as well that we are a couple… of sorts-"

The Gallifreyan had already begun constructing a very complicated network of half-lies to present Jackie with in his head, but stiffened at Rose's words. "Of sorts?"

"What I mean is – she does not know who you are to me exactly," the girl clarified.

"Must she?"

"Of course not," Rose sighed. The Doctor could be unpleasantly blunt if he chose to. "We are not telling her about the bonding, obviously," she assured him, encouraging the alien to speak his mind. "Are we engaged? Married? Or simply lovers?"

The Time Lord was not expecting for such an attack from her, however reasonable. "Er- well… we can't tell Jackie we're lovers, because- erm… it sounds wrong. Lovers? Seriously?"

The companion nodded. "Point taken." Mum would be terrified. "But married wouldn't work, either."

"Trust me, love. I know," he shuddered. Merely the thought of telling her mother they had got married without her knowing was giving the alien a sinking feeling. All the Doctor could think about now was putting an end to this greatly unpleasant conversation. In a pleasant way, if possible. "Rose-"

She bit her lip, trying to ignore the almost lustful look on his face. "This leaves engaged as the only option, yes?"

"This or we can still pretend-"

Rose sighed. She knew there was no way they were going to avoid the trouble of her mother seeing them both through at once. Even if the Doctor might think of something, she was not going to depend upon him.

"All there is for me at this very moment is you and the very promising way you're looking at me, Rose Tyler," he shrugged, not giving away any emotions.

She rolled her eyes at him playfully. "You know there's no point in pretending as well as I do, Doctor."

"Fine. I suppose us being engaged is the best option out of the three, anyway," he winked at her. "However, this means-"

What?

"Correct me if I'm doing it wrong," he muttered, taking a ring out of his pocket - of course, he had to have pockets everywhere - and putting it on her finger nonchalantly. Been meaning to do this for a while now, anyway.

You what? She could only stare at him.

"Is this the wrong hand? The wrong finger? Is the ring too small?"

"No." Her stare has become a wide grin.

"All's settled, then?"

Rose giggled. "I know this is just for show, but a kiss on this… important occasion would be in order, don't you think, Doctor?"

He smirked at her, giving her a passionate snog that has lasted for a very long time. Rose backed away, completely breathless.

Wow.

Anything for you, he winked at her, earning a tongue-between-teeth grin from the Londoner.

"Ready for another?" he smirked, remembering her previous wish at that moment. "Are you or are you not going to take a shower? Or will we be forced to appear at your mum's door all covered in sweat?" he teased.

They still had a considerable amount of time left aboard the ship. Enough to take a shower, or a bath, or several of them – with enough time for all the other activities in between. "I'm sure this particular problem can be easily avoided. As long as we are given something suitable to wear…"

The ship made a giggle-resembling noise. Or not.

"Do you think we should shower separately, Rose?"

The TARDIS buzzed angrily. She seemed not to like the idea. Besides, it was very likely she has sealed up all of her bathrooms but one.

"Okay. Okay. We can share, yes? Less water wasted, much more spacious-"

Rose grinned at his undeniable excitement. She should have known this was coming. Needless to say, she preferred this alternative to any other, now that the Doctor and she were properly together.

"Let's go?" the blonde did not feel like wasting a moment. Allons-y echoed in her mind, but she only grimaced.

"Are you sure?"

Rose bit her lip. "You can always keep your eyes away from me, if it disturbs you-" she met his incredulous look, and the two of them burst out laughing.

"Whew. I was frightened for a moment."

The fair-haired companion smirked. "You know you needn't be. Ever," she muttered, missing the exact moment he began undressing her.

Not again.

"I can't help it the TARDIS gives you those tiny nightgowns that are so easy to tear off your body, love," he grinned at her knowingly. It was very likely the ship kept giving her these garments just so her Time Lord could remove them without wasting any time…

This wasn't fair. Rose sighed heavily, sending her annoyance towards the ship.

The Time Lord's eyes widened. Wow, Rose. This promises nothing good. The Doctor believed the ship would grow angry at them for this alone, but forgot it the moment their lips met.

"Taking a shower, are you?" he teased.

"We are. Besides, I think it was you who-"

The attempt to shower peacefully was eventually broken, the process taking forty-five minutes instead of the expected fifteen. Which meant the entire washing-up process was pointless. Particularly when the remnants of previous traces of arousal were soon enough replaced by nothing else but new signs of it.

Rose giggled, her face tinted pink. "Back to the start?"

"Oh, yes," he breathed out, grinning, knowing rinsing, however thorough, would have little to no effect on them if they remained so close to each other.

The pink and yellow girl wrapped a towel – pink, obviously - around her body. The Doctor swallowed, trying his best to make his need for her somewhat less apparent. Naturally, he did not succeed, as even the TARDIS-blue dressing gown could not mask his arousal, drops of water on Rose's skin doing nothing to calm him down.

"Are you sure taking a shower together was a good idea in the first place?" he whispered, not meeting her eyes, instead fixing his on the crystalline water on her body.

"Only in the first place," Rose responded, no longer help herself, her expectant eyes finding his, waiting for the Time Lord to take the first step… he didn't.

"Doctor?"

"Rose. If you feel capable of talking me out of making love to you here and now, go ahead."

She grinned, aware of the way he was watching her. "I see no reason to talk you out of anything, especially not this."

The Time Lord breathed out in relief, aware it was her who was the first to help him out of the dressing gown. This seemed to have encouraged him, as he stripped the towel off her, at the same time pushing her bare body against the wall.

"Really, Doctor?" Rose muttered, her eyes wide open, as the Time Lord was spending considerable amount of time on kissing, as it seemed, every patch of her skin. "Are you going to make the same mistake again?"

"Never," he assured her, licking every drop of water he could see off her skin eagerly – including the few on her breasts.

While different, it was still a very, very slow process. Rose gulped, directing his member towards her entrance, hoping it was a clear enough indication. She felt she was about to explode from her unfulfilled desire. "I need to have you inside of me," she clarified, meeting his questioning eyes. The Doctor smirked. "This requires for us to lie down, don't you think? It might cause your legs to wobble a bit afterwards, or-"

"Shut up," she closed his mouth with a self-explicatory snog, her hands buried in his hair. It was clear Rose knew what to expect, and the alien was very pleasantly surprised she was ready for him, her breath hitching only the moment he has entered her. Although this was not the first time for them to be joined like this – or very similarly – the Doctor was mesmerised by the feeling of the sheer perfection of their bodies connected in pleasure. Her moans were turning him on even more every passing moment, and she shuddered, feeling him come inside of her. "You… could have… waited!" Rose nearly choked at the final word, as the immense pleasure hit her hard. "I love you," she muttered, the waves of pleasure still rocking her body.

"Can you stand?" the Doctor eyed her with concern, sitting down himself.

"Pffft," she allowed her back slide down the wall, just until she was settled comfortably beside him. "I most obviously wouldn't risk it." Her legs felt like a pile of goo. The alien shrugged. "You should have followed my suggestion."

Rose rolled her eyes at him. "From the words I could make out when we were shagging – she stressed the word - you weren't disappointed."

"Neither were you," he reminded. "Some of the words are much too dirty to even be written down… some of them from my own language. I don't remember using them!"

"Oh, what about when the TARDIS burns your hands or when the jar with your favourite jam breaks?"

"Don't remind me! It was the last one! I'm still in mourning," he grimaced.

"Awww, my poor Doctor. Tell me whenever you're ready for a second round," she smirked.

"Oh. Oh." I'm always ready for you. "Just-"

She giggled. "Nobody's asking of you to stand up this time. Or tonight."

He sighed into her mouth, before attacking it forcefully. Rose giggled some more, until her lips and tongue were responding, each touch of his tongue in her mouth adding more heat to her core. It was only when she was continuously gasping for breath that the Time Lord understood this was no longer enough for her. Or was it because he himself was in need of letting his semen free again?

What is it you need? He needn't have asked – meeting her burning eyes was enough. Smiling wryly, he allowed himself inside of her, receiving a gasp of surprise as a reward. The Doctor grinned, pleased, as Rose seemed to appreciate the way his member moved inside her, creating an incredible sensation of friction. Only this time, the words that escaped her lips were encouraging him to get even deeper, and move even faster. It was clear she was very close, when she bit his shoulder hard. To help her come faster, the Time Lord resumed the feverish snog, not entirely certain if it was going to help… but it was helping him.

It only took a few moments more for Rose to reach her climax. With the blissful sensation of completion slowly dying down, she could marvel at the sight of the Doctor, currently pulsating with the almost painful need of release. She bit his tongue, aware this was somehow stimulating him. "I could live like this forever," she muttered into his ear, letting go of his mouth for a moment. "Like what?" he breathed, unable to fight his curiosity. The young woman smirked at him meaningfully. "Fucking and sucking you," Rose's voice was quiet like the wind, but the unexpected combination worked like a charm, and he collapsed atop of her moments after. I could watch you come for me forever and ever, my Doctor.

Ditto, he responded, a blissful expression on his face.

"I love you," the Doctor murmured to her neck almost as soon as he was able to form coherent thoughts.

"Me too," she giggled.

"Can you stand now?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "Why?"

"Because, my darling Rose, if you don't feel like getting up yet… I am rather impatient to relive the sucking you part."

The girl's eyes widened in understanding, before she placed her lips on his, not caring if they would be bruised in the morning. Yes, her inner voice warned her that she should be very careful… not leave biting marks in some of the most open places… Well, having him in her mouth did not count as any of this.

"As long as you carry me back to bed afterwards," Rose smirked.

"No. It will be your turn afterwards. Then, I am doing whatever you ask of me. Deal?"

Rose nodded, licking her lips teasingly. "I take it you have enjoyed it before?"

The Doctor bit her lip hard, his reasonable thinking long gone. She eyed him searchingly, licking her lips in search of blood, then sighing in relief not having tasted any.

"Really, my precious, dearest Rose. I could never hurt you intentionally."

"I know. My Doctor. Are you ready?"

As slow and careful as she was, his release seemed to have arrived almost too soon. But then again – Time Lord…

Rose's thoughts were interrupted by a feeling much too pleasant to deny. All she could do was lie down and enjoy his experienced fingers and tongue giving her what nobody else ever could.

A/N. Consider this a way to make up for what is coming in advance. Knowing Jackie, she would not be too keen on any of this happening under her roof. Reviews would make me very happy! :3