Jackie awoke the next afternoon with a dreadful crick in her neck. She got up and did a couple of stretches, moaning about how she hated falling asleep in her chair.
She put some water on for tea and then went down the hallway to look for Rose. Rose's door was closed and Jackie assumed that she must still be asleep. She looked to the door across the hallway. Closed as well. No sound came from within.
Jackie went back to the kitchen and fetched a mug, which she filled with tea. Maybe tea would work its magic for the Doctor just like it had done last Christmas. Wouldn't hurt to at least try and give him a cuppa...
She knocked once on the door to the guest room, and then, upon hearing no answer, decided that the Doctor must still be out cold. She turned the knob slowly and stepped into the room. What she saw nearly made her drop the tea on her good carpet.
Rose and the Doctor lay on a very mussed bed. They were pressed together, Rose pulled tight against the Doctor, who had his arms around her as he lay behind her, very much spooning her. The thing that really set Jackie off however, was the fact that they were both very much naked.
"What the hell is going on here?" Jackie yelled loudly, sloshing tea over the side of the mug and onto the floor as she waved her arms above her head.
Rose opened her eyes slowly and then they grew wide as she saw her mum standing there with a look of pure horror on her face. She must have elbowed the Doctor in the stomach in her attempt to pull the sheets up over them, because the Doctor said loudly, "Oi!" before he noticed Jackie as well.
All three of them stood there gaping at each other for a bit and then Rose said, "Uh, hi mum."
"Hi!?" Jackie screeched. She pointed to the Doctor and screamed, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing with my daughter?"
The Doctor put his hands up in surrender, which unfortunately made the sheet slip down on Rose's end. He hurried to pull it up for her and Jackie said, "Hands where I can see them, alien boy!"
The Doctor put his hands up again and said softly, "Jackie, I..."
"Don't you say anything!" Jackie shrieked. She looked at Rose and said angrily, "I'd like an explanation!"
"Mum, calm down," Rose said.
"Calm down? How am I supposed to be calm when I find him," she pointed to the Doctor, "spooning my daughter after shoving his alien di-"
"MUM!" Rose yelled loudly before Jackie could continue.
Jackie went silent and Rose grabbed the Doctor's nearby coat and got out of the bed. She pulled it around her and then took her mother by the arm and led her out of the room, shutting the door behind her on a very mortified looking Doctor.
"What was that?" Jackie yelled as Rose shut the door.
"What were you doing just barging in like that?" Rose asked, crossing her arms in the Doctor's coat.
"I didn't expect to find you in bed with that... alien!" Jackie said angrily, glaring at the closed door.
"Mum," Rose replied, "I love the Doctor."
Jackie looked appalled. "But he's not human!"
"So? We love each other, and it's not like we're not compatible."
"Don't tell me he's knocked you up already?" Jackie gasped.
"No!" Rose said. She rolled her eyes. "Honestly mum. I know what I'm doing."
Jackie laughed. "Yeah right. You're hardly old enough to know what's good for you."
"I know that I'm never leaving the Doctor and that he's never going to leave me," Rose said.
Jackie sighed and pointed to the closed door, "Well you better hope that he's not infected you with any alien diseases. I'll not have you risking growing three heads just because he's a hell of a good shag."
"Mum!" Rose yelled again.
The Doctor looked up as the door to the room was suddenly wrenched open. Rose burst inside, shut the door and then leaned against it, groaning.
"Rose?" the Doctor said, looking hopefully at her.
She shook her head and said, "I swear. If mum would just realize I'm not a baby anymore! I know how to make my own decisions. I don't need her breathing down my neck every second of the day."
"Well," the Doctor mused, "it was a bit odd of her to just come barging in."
"Tell me bout it," Rose responded.
"Although this is her flat, and we are technically her guests." Rose glared at him and he said quickly, "But she still should leave you to make your own decisions."
Rose nodded and then grinned. "Speaking of decisions. I think I'd like to make one right now."
"Oh?" the Doctor said as she began to unbutton his coat.
She slid the coat off her shoulders slowly and the Doctor let his eyes run up and down her body. She climbed onto the bed so that she was straddling the Doctor's waist, the thin sheet separating them. Putting her palms over the Doctor's hearts, she pushed him back against the bed. She was just peeling the sheet away when there was a knock at the door.
"What?" Rose yelled, still on top of the Doctor.
Jackie's voice came through the door, "Mickey's coming in a couple of hours."
"Okay," Rose replied.
There was a moment of silence from the other side of the door and then Jackie said, "What are you doing?"
"Don't you have a roast in the oven, Jackie?" the Doctor said, his voice surprisingly level despite his position under Rose.
There was a cry of, "Sweet lord, my roast!" from behind the door and then a scuttling sound as Jackie ran off.
"How'd you know bout the roast?" Rose asked, looking down at the Doctor.
"Superior Time Lord senses," the Doctor replied. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "That and the fact that my sense of smell has improved as of late. Another side effect of the wolf cell I'm assuming."
"We really gotta do something bout that," Rose said, settling onto the Doctor's chest.
"Oh but it's Christmas Eve!" the Doctor declared, wrapping his arms around her, "We've got other things to worry about. Like whether or not that roast is going to be edible."
Rose giggled and said, "I'm sure you'd probably like it raw."
"Maybe," the Doctor replied. Then he said in a gravelly voice, "But I do know what I want right now."
"And what's that?" Rose asked.
The Doctor gave her a wolfish grin and then leaned up to kiss her collar bone. He trailed his lips down to her chest and she gave a little moan of pleasure as he began working his tongue over her skin. He groaned as she worked her fingers into his hair. He moved so that he was lying flat on the bed and then he turned Rose over so that he could hover above her.
He began kissing his way down her stomach and Rose threw her head back against the pillows and arched up against him. He nipped at her and she said breathily, "Naughty."
"Must be that wolf in me," he growled before bringing his head up to capture her lips.
They were quiet for some time and then Rose pushed back to say, "We should really get ready. Mickey will be here soon."
"So?" the Doctor said breathily.
"So I don't think now's the best time for this," Rose said, wriggling out from underneath him and standing up.
He sat back on the bed and then did something that made Rose whip her head around to stare at him, because the Doctor had whined very loudly.
As soon as he'd let it out he slapped a hand to his mouth and looked up at Rose.
"What was that?" Rose asked.
"I don't know," the Doctor said, looking down at himself, "I don't know where that came from."
Rose grinned and stepped closer to him, leaning over suggestively as she said, "I might know."
He watched her with baited breath as she sat back down on the bed. She ran a finger down his chest and he said in a voice much higher than he'd anticipated, "What about Mickey?"
"He's not here yet," Rose replied. Then she launched herself at the Doctor.
She decided to turn the tables this time, pleasuring the Doctor with wet kisses that made him squirm beneath her. She swirled her tongue across his heaving chest and then she bit him hard.
He howled in pleasure and Rose stopped. She looked up at him and he looked at her through dilated pupils in wide eyes.
"Rose," he said slowly, "Did I just..."
"Yeah," Rose replied.
The Doctor bit his lip and then said, "I think we should probably stop. Before anything else happens."
"Right," Rose agreed. She slid off of him and sat on the bed.
"I hope your mother didn't hear that," the Doctor mused, sitting up beside Rose.
"Oh god," Rose said, looking worriedly toward the door.
They were both quiet for a moment, waiting for Jackie to come barging in again, but she didn't come.
Rose breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Whatcha suppose brought that on?"
The Doctor rubbed at his eyes and said, "It's that wolf cell again. It's getting stronger."
"Tomorrow we fix you," Rose said, taking his hand in hers.
The Doctor nodded. "Sounds good." Then he smirked and said, "Let's just hope that all that raw meat in your mother's roast doesn't set me off."
Rose laughed and then said, "You gotta take this seriously though, Doctor. If you're gonna go howling like that without any moonlight, who knows what will happen if there's actually a moon around."
"You're right," the Doctor said, his tone serious, "We'll have to make sure that no moonlight touches my skin. I'm assuming that direct contact with the light will trigger a transformation."
"So what do we do?" Rose asked, "Wrap you up like an Eskimo."
The Doctor wrinkled his nose. "Oh no. I'd get way to hot and probably overheat and faint." He sniffed. "We'll just have to be doubly careful. But," he hopped up from the bed and offered a hand to Rose, "Enough about that. We've got Mickety-McMickey coming over soon and we're not entirely, well decent at the moment."
Rose looked down at herself and then said, "I could do with a shower and so could you." She looped her arms around his neck and put her leg between his, teasing him before saying, "I think we have time for a quick shower, eh Doctor?"
"I think we could manage that," the Doctor replied.
He scooped Rose up, holding her under the thighs, her arms around his neck securing herself to him. He opened the door and peeked out in the hallway to make sure Jackie was nowhere around. Then he made a mad dash for the shower, holding a giggling a Rose Tyler.