A/N: Sexual situations in this chapter, you have been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

I was in the Tardis library, wracking my brain for baby names.

Brenda had called me this morning and told me that she had been holding onto a secret; she was pregnant with Sean's child. I cried with her and asked if she was going to keep it. She said she was and wanted my help with baby names for girls. So I sat making a list.

My mind wandered back to two days ago when I visited the other planet Earth and helped stop the Cybermen invasion. I remembered my transformation again into Bad Wolf and the Doctor helped fill in the fuzzy parts. I know that the threat was over and when I collapsed, Bad Wolf went dormant. He thought he had taken it all out of me, but was wrong. Secretly, I liked that it was still with me. It meant that it could be used if necessary. I wanted to be powerful for him and for my family.

I had spent the last two days on the Tardis with him hovering around me. As draining as it was, I felt that the two days of bedrest was uncalled for, but he wouldn't hear anything different. I sighed. I knew a part of what he was doing was trying to make up for him leaving me. It would take a lot more than that, but at least it was a start.

So two days later, I was in still in the Tardis; the Doctor deciding to just have us float in the vortex for a while, thinking of baby names. I looked at the list of ten.

"I think she'll like these," I said to the room.

The Tardis hummed.

"Like what?" the Doctor asked as he came into the room. I jumped.

"Sorry," he said as he approached and pulled me into a hug. My arms immediately wrapped around his waist. "I was just wondering where you had off to."

I shrugged against him. "You were doing repairs; I thought it best to leave you to it. I wanted to spend some time in the library. I missed it. I missed her."

He kissed the top of my head. "She missed you, too."

The Tardis hummed in agreement.

Suddenly he froze. I looked up at him and his brown eyes were wide. He was looking down. I followed his gaze and sucked in a breath.

"Rose?" he asked slowly. "What is that?"

"Baby names," I said simply. He turned to me, fear in his eyes.

"You're not?"

His look and the comment sent my mind back to the first time I was trapped on Bad Wolf Bay, when he asked that same thing when I mentioned "the baby." The fear on his face before I confessed that it was mum pregnant with Tony. I rolled my eyes internally. Can't be pregnant when you'd never done anything, you daft alien.

This was different, I knew that.

I shook my head. "No Doctor, I'm not." His eyes roamed over me as though confirming. This time, I did roll my eyes. I took his hands in mine.

"Doctor, I would be about five months along now. I think I would be starting to show." I watched as he exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Thank Rassilon."

I raised an eyebrow. "Would it have been so bad if I was?"

He squeezed my hands. "Don't get me wrong, Rose. If you were, I would love the child. Completely. But I hate the thought that it could have been Sean's." His grip grew stronger. "I hate that he got there first."

I squeezed back. "It's not like it was consensual."

He nodded. "I know that, believe me, I do. But the thought of any man being close to you, showing affection, kissing you, making love to you…."

I tilted my head and waited for him to continue. He closed his eyes. "I know when I left you on that beach I wanted you to have a life. And I meant that. I knew that meant moving on. And although a part of me did want that, a bigger part of me hoped it would never happen." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "I tortured myself quite thoroughly, thinking of you with another man."

I smiled slightly at that. "The Doctor jealous?"

He pulled me close to him. "You damn right."

I chuckled. And then repeated. "But Sean wasn't consensual."

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he sighed. "I know, and believe me, that angers me to no end. Even knowing what he did to you, I still can't help feeling jealous." Color flooded his cheeks. "I've wanted to make love to you for so long. Even when you were my companion. I had lost count of how many times I thought about it. Every time you wore a new outfit, I had to stop myself from ripping it off of you and taking you in the console room." He looked down. "I almost did when you wore that pink number."

I chuckled.

"Too long I've waited for you," he said softly.

Reaching up, I pulled his lips to mine. He immediately sought entry into my mouth and I allowed it, fighting for dominance. My hands wound into his hair, earning a groan from him. I smiled against his mouth. He tilted my head slightly to deepen the kiss while his hands roamed my body.

I could tell this situation was different. My inner voice was actually quiet. It was as though every fiber of my being wanted this. Wanted him.

His lips moved to my neck when I needed to breathe. He landed on the pulse point as I tried, and failed, to rein in my desire. Was it too soon? Yes. But it wasn't. And god! It felt so good to be wanted.

Pressing me impossibly closer against him, I could feel him. All of him. Hard as a rock. I knew that his pants must be fairly constricting with a bulge like that. I gently placed my hand over him. He bit down on my shoulder.

"Rose," his voice said, deeply. "What are you doing?"

I grinned and pulled his head back to look at me. His eyes were completely black. I continued to run my hand over him, watching him exhale and his eyes flutter closed. I smirked.

"Enjoying this?"

The table I was in front of moved because he had thrown me against it so hard when he kissed me in response.

It was as though he literally wanted to devour me. And while I did want to just tease him, my body was screaming for him. I couldn't believe I was doing this, so soon after the rape, but I knew it was right. He wasn't Sean; I knew he would never violate me in that way. And I had wanted his touch for so long. I wanted to make him feel good and for him to make me feel desired. And maybe, just maybe, a part of me would forget the rape for a bit. To know what tenderness and love felt like instead of violence and fear.

"Take me to bed," I whispered in his ear.

Next thing I knew, I was on his bed. How did he get here so fast? I was about to ask that when he began tugging at my sweater. I raised up and flung it off. Then I reached for his shirt, thankful he had forgone the tie this time. His jacket was probably in the console room.

He kissed me again as his hands traced the outline of my bra. I leaned forward slightly so that he could unclasp it and then he gently pulled it off. I felt self-conscious for a moment as he looked down at me, but then he brought a hand to my right breast and massaged it gently.

"You're so beautiful, Rose."

My eyes fluttered shut at his words. I sucked in a breath when I felt his mouth on my nipple, making it taut. His other hand worked on my left breast until he decided that needed the same amount of attention. I was squirming under his touch.

"Doc-Doctor."

He smirked at me, tongue circling my nipple before nipping gently. I let out a soft howl at that.

The Doctor moved back up to my mouth, kissing me deeply.

"I mean it, Rose. You are beautiful. I have always thought so, from the very first moment."

I kissed him in response while tugging at his pants. I managed to get the belt undone before he disappeared for a moment. While he was working on them, I removed mine. I lay, completely naked, on the bed before him. He gave a low whistle.

"Rassilon, help me." He whispered quietly.

I raised my head to look at him as he just drank me in. Once again, I became self-conscious.

"Am I okay?" I knew there were still a few scars from where Sean had been, but otherwise I didn't have any boils or anything.

"Rose, I was wrong," he said, voice low. He resumed his position over me and kissed me gently. "You're not beautiful. You are fucking gorgeous."

My whole body turned a shade of pink. I glanced down, unable to take the motion in his eyes when I saw it. My eyes grew wide and they flew back up to his. He smirked.

"Wow," was all I could say. He chuckled. Then he kissed my neck.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he whispered. I nodded. He was making me aware that I didn't have to do this, or do it for him. He was proving to me that he was what I already knew, nothing like Sean.

I reached out and gently grasped him, starting to stroke downwards and then up again.

"Rose!" he cried out, stopping his movements. His eyes closed as I continued my ministrations.

"Just enjoy."

I began stroking him faster, watching his face change with the pleasure running through him and hearing his breath change. I was unhinging a Time Lord. He began trembling and I knew he was getting close to his limit.

I pulled him forward and put him in my mouth, sucking hard.

He let out an audible gasp as I continued to lick and suck him, circling his tip with my tongue. His trembling increased and his breath was shallow.

"Rose," he warned. "I'm about to…."

And he came in my mouth. I greedily lapped it up; it seemed never ending. I smiled as his orgasm faded, glad that I was the one who had done that to him.

His breathing returned to normal after a bit; I'm guessing his respiratory bypass had kicked in. He opened his eyes and looked down at me. They were an onyx black.

"You're gonna pay for that."

I giggled as he kissed his way down to the spot that was aching the most. He placed himself there and looked at me.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he repeated. I nodded.

Then he took a long swipe of my folds with his tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back.

I knew the Doctor would be experienced in all things, but wow. It was as though he was made to do this exactly for me. Mickey was never this good, nor did he actually want to. It was more like in and out and on to watch football. The Doctor took his time, savoring me. Actually making me feel like he did truly miss me.

When he began sucking on my clit, I felt my orgasm starting. It was way different from the one I had had in my bed. This began at the tip of my toes and worked its way up, all the way. He continued to lick and suck, varying it up, until it became too much.

My orgasm came crashing down in waves.

As I came back to wherever we were in the universe, he crawled back up to me and kissed me softly. He lined himself up and looked into my eyes.

"Last chance."

I shook my head and brought a hand to stroke his cheek. "I want this as much as you do, my Doctor. I love you."

His eyes were so full of affection. "I love you back, Rose Tyler."

And then he slowly pushed his way in.

I gripped his arms and arched my back as I adjusted to his size. Being the first one inside me since the rape, and reconstructive surgery, he was quite tight. But that made it all the better.

He held still until I nodded. Then he began moving inside me, slowly, never breaking my gaze. He lowered his head and kissed me, gently at first but it grew harder.

I wrapped my legs around his middle, driving him in deeper, and he groaned against my lips. I smiled and ran a hand through his hair, which was now starting to dampen because of the sweat.

"Like that?" I asked with a smirk. He growled in response and increased the speed slightly.

The whole "make love" scenario was accurate. He never went too fast, taking his time in savoring every aspect of me. He really did make me feel as though he needed me. Even when I pushed him in deeper, deeper than anyone had been, he still kept up the same pace. He hardly left my lips. But yet, every move was sensual and loving. I had never felt that he truly loved me until this moment. Everything he felt for me came pouring out. I kissed him back with all my might; hoping to convey to him how much he meant to me.

I could feel another orgasm starting and by the way he had started trembling, he was too. I ran my hands through his hair, eliciting a groan from him as he groped my left breast again. Moving his head to the right one, his tongue circled the nipple and then he worked on the underside of it, which pushed my orgasm over the hill.

I never thought the Doctor would be able to do this. He always reserved himself. Though, a part of me thought he still was. I bet that he was holding back for some reason, that Time Lords really knew how to fuck. But I didn't care about that at the moment.

He joined me in his orgasm, repeating my name as he hit the hilt. After it subsided, he laid his head on my chest, my hands in his hair. I felt his erratic breathing start to shift and I'm guessing the respiratory bypass kicked off.

After pulling out, he pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. I laid my hands on his chest, feeling his double heartbeats.

"Rose," he breathed out. "That was…."

I smiled. "I know."

He stroked my hair. "You have no idea how often I wanted to make love to you. My fantasies only increased after I lost you."

I began drawing circles on his chest. "You were holding back, weren't you?"

He stopped for a moment and his eyes met mine. "Y-yes."

"Why?"

He sighed. "If I lose complete control, it will be feral. Primal. I don't know if you could handle that, especially since your surgery."

I nodded against his shoulder. "Try it next time. If it's too much, I'll let you know."

He lowered his head and kissed me deeply. "I love you, Rose Tyler."

And I believed him when he said it.

A/N: Thank you to all who are reading and or reviewing. I apologize for not responding to all reviews. But I am enjoying your thoughts. Chapter 15 up soon!