Previously...

"It's up to you to unwrap me. I am your patient… And I am your present," she smirked at him. My Doctor. It was both terrifying and inspiring, this change. Rose was delighted all the same, knowing so was the Doctor, having just witnessed the impossible become possible.

The passion within them both was already driving them crazy. For once, Donna Noble was completely right.

Just Like That

Chapter Eleven

Bright and Beautiful

The Doctor was both excited and terrified all of a sudden. Some part of his follow-the-rules upbringing has threatened to emerge all of a sudden, but he shook it away. "Would you like something, anything, before-"

Before my life changes? Rose giggled at him. I need you and only you, Doctor. Isn't this obvious?

The soothing vibes that surrounded him were now doubled. It seemed his future bond mate has found a way to take some of his worry away.

How do you do that? The Doctor's honest curiosity was the first step in proceeding with the eternal telepathic connection. She smiled at him lovingly.

That's a secret, Doctor. The TARDIS sent Rose some encouragement, and she sighed excitedly at the Time Lord.

He did not respond in any way, his eyes averted.

This can't have meant anything good.

Doctor? Is everything all right? She wrinkled up her brow worriedly, immediately concerned about him.

He has met her eyes and cursed at himself in Gallifreyan. You are not the problem, love. I- I simply can't believe this. Can't believe my luck.

"I'll make you believe it," Rose breathed at him, her breathing uneven and shallow, as if she has just remembered what they were into minutes ago . No matter what it takes, lover.

"Rose. I am not asking for you to wear anything in particular, no matter how appreciated it might have been in our culture. I only need -"

You mean this? She sighed at the gown in awe.

"It's gorgeous! And it's red! Of course I'm going to wear it, my Doctor!" She gaped at the all-too-obvious realisation. Now I understand why - your people have been so full of themselves they have only wanted to wear the brightest, clearest, sharpest-"

"That's not exactly the case, Rose," he smirked at her, no longer caring about finishing the sentence, because she has thrown the wide bath towel away, having never even bothered to dry herself properly.

You are so beautiful, my love. Another thought has hit him. The dress – are you sure you must wear it? I'm sure we could avoid a lot of trouble if- A pleasant blush has coloured the Doctor's cheeks.

"You know you want it!" She teased him lightly, her mind once again presenting him with some variations how to make use of the gown while-

"Some of this is very creative," the Doctor admitted, hoping he was not red in shame again. But, seriously, Rose? Is your mind really so twisted? He eyed her curiously.

She broke down in laughter. It's the old girl. I was not aware some of these were possible!

The Doctor looked at Rose, then up to the ceiling.

"You are not lying! Which means-" He blinked at the ship, puzzled.

Leave her at peace, Doctor! Rose eyed him with the unhidden need shining in her eyes, making him look at her with feelings, some of which were not approved in his home planet.

Lust, they call it, Rose clarified helpfully, her amusement not affecting the remainder of her reason not yet clouded by the aforementioned sensation.

The girl shook her discomfort of being the one taking control away. It was just momentary, she knew. "I am not done with washing my hair," Rose said matter-of-fac tly. "Have been, er- busy," she winked at him. "Could you please help me? I am not marrying the man of my life dirty, thank you very much," the Londoner shrugged at him.

The Doctor stopped her with the burning look in his eyes.

You, Rose Tyler, talk too much.

His hands were wrapped around her waist, his lips attacking hers feverishly. The Doctor recognised this familiar emotion and smirked to himself. She was nervous. His brilliant, brave Rose, always the first to defend those suffering, she was distressed.

However, she did nothing to deny her lover the one thing he was ready to give her – himself.

Rose was about to teasingly remind him that he needed to remove at least some of his cherished clothes, but it seemed he understood the obvious himself once the water began falling onto them.

He did not even use some unfamiliar Gallifreyan curse words this time, kissing her face and appreciating the way Rose has seemingly understood everything without his saying.

So what if they have fully finished the bond in Rose's en-suite, with the warm water falling on them?

So what if the wedding gown was forgotten altogether?

So what if it required the ship's help to actually remind them that they needed to sleep occasionally instead of finding endless reasons to satisfy and be satisfied by your bond mate and that making out for hours really was no good substitute for food?

They were together. Bonded. Forever. Craving to be close to the other at all times in ways sometimes not understood by the so-called normal couples. But the universe was theirs, as was the one thing known to the Time Lords above all else. Even if the two Time Lords in question might have valued some other things just as much...

And if, several weeks later, they were found doing something much more than excessive snogging by none other than Donna Noble, she has only chastised them playfully, secretly unbelievably happy about how something starting as dark and dangerous could end up being so incredibly good. As bright and beautiful as only the life of a time traveller could ever be.

The End

A/N. Everything must come to an end someday... Hope you have enjoyed the story! Reviews would be greatly appreciated. :)