A/N. I wouldn't have updated this story so soon, as it has received no notes after the last chapter (trust me, that isn't a pleasant feeling :( )… But then, a review happened. Too much love-making? (Watch the most recent episode of Penny Dreadful, then talk.) For them, seriously? Besides, this has always been my intention.

Read, review, enjoy. Stay is coming next, as promised!

Previously…

Such things were undoubtedly going to continue happening for them. And that was perfectly all right.

She grinned at him. Answer me the question first, Rose teased.

He did.

Stuck: Chapter Fourteen

It was then that Rose has grabbed the Time Lord by the shoulders and snogged him for all he was worth.

I love it when you award me with such pleasant surprises, oh my Rose… The Doctor could not help it but answered her gesture.

Rose was looking at him. Looking at herself. At the thing once called a dress. She shuddered, but was quick to regain her determination. May you call the TARDIS to us… right now, Doctor?

He was surprised about her sudden request. "Were we not supposed to make use of our time in this dreadful room?"

Not dreadful, Doctor. Just plain.

"And are we not going to make this plain – he grimaced – room more lively with our hopefully nowhere as plain love-making?"

"We are," Rose assured him. "Just-"

"You need to have your dress back as it were," he reasoned.

"I need to have any dress. Not necessarily that one. Or a pair of trousers and a tee-shirt… but I cannot bear the thought of not having something decent to put on, in case-"

Her following thought made him smile wryly. In case someone breaks in? "I have sonic-locked the door, remember?"

Rose did remember it. Knew her sudden distress had no justifiable reason. Her years-old unpleasant memories concerning this place were not something to cling on to. Weren't they about to make new memories of this, anyway?

The Doctor was watching her patiently. If she needed to fight some inner demons herself, so be it. But it was no sin to ask!

"Do you need me to help?"

Rose eyed him strangely. Her answer surprised him. "Yes, please."

He wrapped his arms around her bare figure without a second thought. What is it, love?

She did not as much as fret, welcoming the closeness. This place. It makes me-

He saw it all without asking, her thoughts and memories bare and unprotected – just for an instant. Only after the accidental slip did the Doctor fully understand she was not, could not be only human. No simple human could ever master the technique of hiding some of her memories so well… No previous human companion of his could. Romana could, of course - but she was a Time Lady. Rose was not.

Still human, she breathed, assuring the Doctor with a tiny smile. "The TARDIS loves me, though. She might be angry with you if-"

The Doctor grinned. This was his Rose with her true human nature. "Will we return back here after she provides you with a dress?" Preferably one easy to get off you.

The young woman broke into giggles. "Remember that's what this place is for originally," she shrugged. "I'll wash myself first. Put on whatever the ship provides me with-" Afterwards, though…

The Doctor sighed. Humans and their constant need to shower…

Rose rolled her eyes at him. "Taking a long, hot bath is much more pleasant. Is this what you would prefer I did?"

The Gallifreyan shuddered. Rassilon forbid. Don't think I'd be able to survive without you for this long, he admitted.

The girl smirked. "You would surely have nothing against it if we shared?"

He shook his head, hopeful. This was the most pleasant outcome of all. "But only if you're good, Doctor."

Oh, that minx. The Time Lord knew just what to say to that. "Let's see…We can't eat. Can't sleep. Are to remain in this cheap dirty hole of a place until tomorrow… Not many alternatives left out there, hm?"

Rose grinned at him. "Not that bad in bed, then, am I? For you don't seem like an incurable sex-addict to me, yeah?"

"Rose-addict, perhaps," he corrected her, amusement colouring his features.

The companion – no, much more than that – poked him teasingly. What can I do for you today, Doctor?

A dress was suddenly a necessity. The Doctor could feel the physical need in him getting stronger by the second – and having the gorgeous girl with her bare body touching his, even if without the conscious knowledge of the effect it was having on him – on her too, very likely, as Rose kept her eyes away from him whenever she could. Call her now? Please? Her discomfort seemed to only have been growing.

Afraid that Rose had somehow acquired the ability to call the ship to herself – a foolish thought, really, but he was no longer certain of what his bond-mate could and could not do, particularly with the connection the TARDIS and the girl seemed to share - the Doctor addressed the TARDIS softly, calling for her in Gallifreyan.

The Londoner was not looking at him, waiting. She knew the ship would appear before it even started to materialise in the room.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Rose was cooing excitedly to both the Doctor and the TARDIS. "I'll just go take a quick shower, Doctor."

The hurt look in his eyes made her stop mid-step. She smiled, a wild smirk in her eyes. Are you sure the old girl wouldn't mind? Rose could sense her approval, but waited for an audible response anyway.

A joyful sound echoed within the console room.

The Doctor grinned at Rose, love sparkling in his eyes. "See?"

Yes! Her sincere excitement was making him grin like a fool. Her following words have only made the grin wider. "Feel like joining me, while we're at it?" My Doctor?

Absolutely. He did not know what it was she had in mind this evening. A bath, a shower or something else. But everything screamed one thing – they were both up for more than washing themselves.

A nagging thought has reminded of the primary reason of the Doctor calling the TARDIS. Shouldn't I find a dress for me first?

Trust the old girl. She is very good at this, Rose. All he could hope was the vessel would not make some strange choices, however reasonable she might have found them.

The Londoner was practically glowing with happiness. "I trust you," she muttered, knowing the sentient ship would have heard her if she'd but breathed the words.

Impatiently, the TARDIS has made the bathroom door – of the one they were familiar with – appear right in front of them. The couple shared an expectant grin.

The sound of running water made them both even more excited. The TARDIS knew what they wanted. Knew what they needed.

When they were both thrown into the enormous bath the second they opened the door – the Doctor still wearing some of his clothes – luckily, Mickey's trainers were outside the TARDIS… in an environment much more suitable for humans. The remainder of his clothes – his trousers, for one thing – were soaked at once. You should have followed my example, Doctor! Rose's pitying smirk was genuine.

You haven't ruined any of my clothes, he noted. The TARDIS is avenging your dress, I suppose.

Instead of replying, Rose took his face in her arms. "My ashamed Doctor. I love you just the same."

He stared. "I am not ashamed! I am flustered."

The girl did not believe in him one bit. "I am going to kiss you and get my skin to the same lovely pink shade in no time," she muttered. Even if it were for a reason as mundane as spending hours in hot water.

The Doctor found no reason to object, not when her juicy plump lips were soon no longer satisfied with plain kissing. Rose could see the Time Lord was fighting not to let his true needs show. She sighed, sensing his reluctance. Do it. While you still can. "The moment we get out of here – willingly – I am going to put something on… and might not allow you to have me then and there. She was bluffing, and the Doctor knew it… but he was not willing to take chances. Soon, they were going to resume their travels and adventures – which sometimes did not even leave them time to take a breath, least of all to enjoy a cuppa… But they were together now, and he was ready to make use of this time – who knew when such a splendid opportunity would arrive again.

We could do this every day, if you'd as much as asked, my Time Lord husband, Rose reminded him, smiling softly at his knowing – they were long past the timidity of their first time together - touches, feeling the already familiar pleasant wet warmth starting to announce of itself between her legs. So much of washing themselves. With the Doctor's hands finding their place right there? Rose licked her lips. If this was how he wanted to play… She began with small, seemingly unintended brushes on his hardened length with her fingers.

The Gallifreyan was quick to let out a frustrated growl. Are you truly prepared for this teasing game, or would you rather- the images he's sent her have left her both excited and breathless. It seemed the images of her Doctor making love to no other but her, with their looks dark and misty with unhidden passion and love were always having a similar effect on her. She wanted to have him there and then. Her arousal has peaked up almost at look on her face was suddenly impossible to deny. Anything for you, my Rose.

His lips attacked hers feverishly, accepting her no less hasty and thorough reaction. For a long while, the wild snog they shared was enough. Up until the Doctor's lips began going lower… and lower… and lower… Rose knew just what it was, but was not in the mood for any of this. She needed him inside of her, to hell with the enticing games he was free to play whenever they needs. She was having none of that, climbing atop of him. All I want is to finally feel yo me – the thought was intentionally getting through her mind slowly – and you simply can't stop teasing me?

Without a word, his pulsating cock was inside her. My love. Rose fluttered her eyelashes. You should have done this sooner. For once, the girl was glad she'd given in to her impatience. Apparently, her Doctor was happy about this as well.

Having his bond-mate on top of him has awarded the Time Lord with new, undiscovered sensations. Soon, the water was splashing everywhere, as their bodies were moving almost synchronically. The Gallifreyan could barely concentrate on anything but her lips finding his – he could not even make himself answer the kiss, soon losing the pace, only able to call out her name when the sight in front of him went white.

Rose was out of breath the moment the wave of pleasure has finally knocked her down.

She stared at the ceiling above the still hot bath until the last drop of arousal seemed to have left her and her eyes were no longer clouded with the grey mist of pleasure.

Only then did the Tyler girl dared to face the Doctor, who was smiling at her softly. "Don't look at me like this. We can't allow ourselves-"

The Time Lord understood Rose was right. "I won't be watching. You wash off whatever makes you feel uncomfortable… or unclean, yes?"

"Mhm." The girl was washing herself with her eyes closed anyway. "Should I wrap myself in a towel and go to the wardrobe room to find a-"

The TARDIS gave away a sound of disapproval. The Doctor shrugged. Really, old girl? We can't just begin walking around naked as we please! Then, he saw the dress the ship has provided her. Of course, it was just like the TARDIS to mess every part of their carefully laid plan up in a second.

We have agreed, Rose and I- she can't wear this! Jackie is supposed to believe-

Rose was there with him in a second, unpleasantly surprised. "Where has the wardrobe room gone? How do I find what to wear now?" She noted the Doctor was wearing nothing but his brown pinstriped trousers. Not even shoes, either his or Mickey's…. But this was not a pressing problem. "What am I going to do?!"

The Doctor motioned at the exquisite, heavily decorated… and very red dress. The girl stared, uncomprehending. But this is a wedding dress! We can't- I can't-

The Time Lord was confused, but let the subject slide for the time being. Rose might have read it somewhere.

"I'm afraid it's this dress or no dress at all," he sighed. All of a sudden, the risk of being slapped became the risk of being murdered, as his Time Lord mind was drawing the dark possibilities.

"Mum wouldn't do that, Rose giggled. "Besides, you won't be the only one having to face her anger, remember?"

"Jackie's your mother. She will forgive you anything!"

"Even falling for a daft alien like you, yeah," she smirked.

The Doctor paid no mind to her words. "It's I who will have to suffer," he grimaced.

"Hush now! She's your mother-in-law!" The girl took his hand. We will live through this. Together.

Hmpft. "Let's return to where we are supposed to be. Can't let Mickey's money go to waste, can we?"

Rose grabbed the bright dress – what had to be, had to be - and they have exited the TARDIS, hand in hand, finding themselves back in the small motel room again. "How long have we been away?" she wondered, seeing it was already light outside.

"A long while, it seems- We haven't had any time to create some pleasant memories in there- while you're not wearing anything, we could-"

We have just taken a bath. I have scrubbed every tiniest sign of arousal off me. Just to-

The Doctor smiled at her knowingly. With all the proof of our endless snogging still on us? I don't think it would make that much of a difference.

Especially with that dress, you mean?

"Exactly. Come here, oh my Rose… We still have about five hours to make use of this place," he breathed, eyeing her seductively. Only then did Rose understand why the Doctor was wearing barely any clothes. She didn't mind, accepting his embrace and the burning snog that followed… one that could have lasted for hours, had the Time Lord not remembered the unofficial primary purpose of the motel. Five hours was a long amount of time… for everything. Even on a bed as shamelessly small as the one waiting for them.

Rose was looking at him knowingly. "This is an ordinary double bed." For humans. "I'm sure it won't be a problem once you begin appreciating the fact we, the most reasonable of beings, the stuff of legends, have fallen so low as to visit this place… with an intent, it seems!"

The following several hours were spent looking for – and apparently finding – the good things. About the bed. About the room. About each other. That last part has proved to have been very pleasant… and, eventually, very exhausting.

When the insistent knocking woke the two lovers up, Rose has barely had the time to put on the dress. The shoes and the Doctor's other clothes were waiting for them safely in the TARDIS… But the ship had to disappear from the room immediately. The Time Lord unlocked the door and grinned at the lad. "We're off. Just allow my sweetheart put on her underwear," he smirked, missing the glare Rose has given him. The remark was met with a roar of laughter from the others.

"We hope you've had a brilliant time," the man said automatically.

"Oh yes, we did!" The Doctor assured him, pulling Rose inside the TARDIS with him and dematerialising. These people wouldn't see them ever again, why bother with explanations?

Once they were outside the clever vessel, the Doctor wearing his own beloved converse trainers this time and Rose having been given a pair of lovely fitting reddish flats – who was she to question the ship's understanding of style – the common sense got lost somewhere in between their bed-adventures, it had to have been the reason. Why bother with a tee-shirt, or a shirt at all? The question has only entered the Time Lord's mind momentarily, as Rose did not seem to mind it in the slightest, having begun a mind-blowing snog herself, her hands resting on his bare chest. The sun was shining, colouring everything bright yellow. Besides, it was warm! Thanks to the TARDIS, the sunlight and the overly pleasant weather, they have materialised right in front of the Powell Estate and did not seem to care, overtaken with a mixture of pleasant sensations.

Rose was already utterly breathless, but could not make herself let go of the contact, not for one instant. The sensation of his cold hands on her waist was apparently mingling with her warm breath on his face very nicely.

The young Tyler has recognised her mother's swift walking at once. Mum, she sent the Doctor, never breaking the kiss, now even more intense.

Jackie would have known her daughter anywhere, even if she were involved in a snog of exceptional fierceness.

"Rose?" she addressed her only child with amusement heard in her voice, not really surprised the stubborn youngster has only clung to the object of her affection harder. She believed to have known who this has been.

"Where's your Doctor?" she asked anyway.

Silly Jackie. He backed away a bit. "You were saying?"

The mother broke into giggles. Sunshine was such a rare thing up there she has put the blame of the stupid 'wedding dress' idea onto the unusual weather.

"Oh, right. Stripping in front of my daughter, sounds just like an enamoured Time Lord I know."

The Doctor could not help a smirk, surprised the world was not exploding around them yet. "Quite right, Jackie." A different idea seemed to have entered her mind, and Jackie Tyler broke them apart unceremoniously, getting in between and fiercely grabbing them both by the hand. Her amusement seemed to have evaporated as soon as it appeared, though.

"At least have enough decency to not get involved in this snogging fest right in front of everyone's windows, and yes, Rose, I mean you no less than him! Now, let's get you both to the flat, and you're welcome to proceed once were on safe ground.

The Time Lord gaped at her, incredulous. "Yes, Doctor, I mean it."

Rose flushed. "We're not-"

"Not going to shag while you're in the flat? I bloody well hope so!" She eyed the Doctor menacingly. He nodded. Jackie was just as scary as ever.

"Mum!" Rose looked at her, horrified.

"How do I know for sure?" The older woman hurried to clarify, not reminding them the phone calls.

She might have expected anything from the alien, sure… but from her own flesh and blood? "I'm your mother. And I do have eyes. Bite marks? "Seriously, Rose?"