Betas: scullywolf and resile

This chapter is adult. NSFW. If you don't want to read the adult parts but are enjoying the story, wait for the next (and probably final) chapter.

They managed to stop kissing for long enough to make it to their room. The Doctor pressed Rose against the door immediately after it was shut, thoroughly exploring her mouth, his movements still deliberate as if he'd thought long about them. One hand rested lightly on her hip, the other at the back of her neck, and her hands pulled him closer by his jacket.

When she stopped to catch her breath, lips tingly and swollen, she was satisfied to see how quickly he was breathing, to feel his hearts racing against palms she couldn't remember moving to his chest.

"Thought you had special lungs or something like that," she managed, "that you didn't need to breathe as much as us humans."

"Have to concentrate for that," he said, gently tilting her head. "Mind was elsewhere," he murmured along her jaw, continuing to kiss his way down her neck. She gasped when he sucked the skin above her collarbone, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to bring a rush of heat to where his lips touched, an answering bolt of desire racing to her core.

"Doctor," she sighed, and he immediately returned his attention to her mouth, as if he were trying to taste his name on her lips.

He shuffled backward, pulling her with him, until the back of his legs pressed against the bed. He unfastened the bonnet that had fallen askew, letting it drop to the floor, and she pushed his hat off his head, her fingers running through short, soft hair, its texture against the sensitive palm of her hand serving to send another wave of want through her. She sucked at his bottom lip, and his hips pressed against hers in response, causing her to moan.

Rose was suddenly very aware of the layers of clothing between them. She slid his jacket off his shoulders, freezing when he stilled.

"You're sure?" His voice was strained, the heat in his eyes warring with the first flash of uncertainty she'd seen in him that evening. How could he doubt how much she cared for him? How much she wanted him, wanted this?

"Positive," she said firmly, and she felt him relax under her hands, his blue eyes bright in the lamp's light. He watched her, the warmth in his gaze filling her with security, with longing for everything they'd been dancing around. "Are you sure?" She held her breath for the second he took to answer.

"Yes," he said, voice even and certain.

Rose smiled and slid her hands under his shirt, watching him, seeing his pupils widen. She pushed the clothing up and off him, with his help. As it dropped to the floor, she kissed him, then pulled back far enough to study what she'd unearthed, running her fingers along his chest, his abs. The Doctor held still, radiating awareness rather than reluctance, watching every move she made with an almost predatory intensity.

Rose dipped her fingers into his waistband, pulling him close for another kiss, this one hungrier than the last. She stood on tiptoes, then moved her hands back to his chest and gently pressed him backward until he sat on the bed. Returning her hands to his trousers, she unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper, licking her lips when a quick peek revealed he'd not had much room to spare. She moved to try to maneuver him out of the last of his clothing, but she stopped when he wrapped his fingers around her wrist.

"My turn," he said, reaching for the side zipper on her dress and sliding it down. A rush of heat and moisture accompanied the slow metallic click of the zipper's teeth and the cool air hitting her skin. The dress dropped to the floor, leaving her bare but for a pair of pink knickers. Any possibility for embarrassment was chased away by the admiring disbelief with which he looked her over, his gaze caressing every part of her. "Beautiful," he breathed, putting his hands on her waist when she put hers on his shoulders.

"For a human, you mean?" she asked, leaning in for another kiss.

"Just beautiful," he said before closing the space between them, pulling her down to his lap for a better angle, hands skimming her back. She leaned into him, her nipples grazing his chest and pebbling further, and he twisted around, pulling her with him, so she was on her back. They scooted up toward the pillows without ceasing contact, and then the Doctor pulled away slightly.

Their hips pressed together delightfully, abdomens touching, and he used his arms to hold his weight off her chest.

"I've pictured this, you know," he told her, his biceps flexing as he shifted enough to be able to brush a lock of hair from her face. "Pictured us. But I never imagined…" He tasted her lips, pressing and sucking gently before pulling back again. "You're fantastic, Rose."

She smiled, then tilted her hips against his. "Not so bad yourself."

His eyes shut a moment as he struggled for control. When she repeated the motion, he groaned, angling his hips and pressing back against her, rubbing her just right. She gasped, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She reached down, frantically trying to get him out of the rest of his clothes. He lifted his hips to help, then pulled and kicked trousers and pants off and out of the way. He pressed into her again, and Rose was aware that her knickers were soaked thoroughly, that he could probably feel her moisture against his erection.

She dug her fingers into the curves she'd admired through his jeans.

"Please, Doctor," she said, nearly a whimper, as she looked up at him.

In return, he smirked. "Not yet," he told her, and she arched her back when he fastened his mouth on her nipple without further warning. He lingered a moment before pulling far enough away to speak. "The readier you are, the better it'll be."

She drew in a shaky breath as he moved his attentions to her other side. "I'm ready. I've been ready."

"I know," he admitted, crawling backward along her body, trailing kisses along her ribcage, down her belly, inhaling deeply before sliding her knickers off. "I've smelled it on you before," he said, moving back up and lying on his side, against her, facing her, one hand propping up his head, the other deliberately circling one nipple, then the other, not quite touching. "Knowing for sure I caused it, though…" He ran his hand along the path his mouth had followed a minute earlier, slowing when he approached where she ached for him. "It's intoxicating."

He ran a finger through her moisture, not quite breaching her entrance, then rubbed small, firm circles over her clit. She lifted her hips into his touch, breathing erratic.

"Oh, God."

"Finally impressed?"

"Oh, shut up," she said, unable to muster any strength to put behind the words, her entire being focused on where he was touching her, the Doctor touching her as she'd imagined, as she hadn't been touched in a long time, and never quite so adeptly. She watched him watch her until her eyes forced themselves shut, exquisite tension building, tightening, growing until she finally burst. "Oh, f-"

Her back arched off the mattress as her muscles clenched and pleasure spread through her, her mind going somehow fuzzy and focused, lazy attention to detail as she relaxed back into the bed informing her that the orgasm hadn't been enough, that she needed to be filled. He positioned himself on top of her, erection brushing against skin, and he seemed cooler here, too, than human blokes. He adjusted his weight, ready to press into her, when she stopped him.

"Wait," she said, hands on his chest. "What about protection?"

He shook his head, his neck showing the strain of holding himself still at her entrance. "Don't need it. Not compatible, not without genetic modification."

She bit her lip, belatedly realizing she'd not had a good look at him. "Anything else that's different there?"

"Not much," he said, jerking his hips when she snaked a hand down to him, wrapping it around his erection experimentally. He seemed to be shaped like she was used to. She slid her hand along his length. He wasn't terribly long, though certainly long enough. He was quite thick, though, and as she stroked him, it felt as if a surge of blood pushed through, widening him slightly before settling back to where it started.

"It's cold," she said, grasping him more firmly as he pulsed again, coolness running from base to tip, followed by warmth.

"Helps stimulate… both…" He seemed to be having trouble forming words, and Rose lined him back up with her entrance.

"Show me," she said, tilting her hips helpfully. He locked eyes with hers. then entered her slowly. So, so slowly, stretching her as he went, the cool pulsing both soothing her and further arousing her. She moaned appreciatively when he was fully inside her.

"All right?" he asked, kissing her lightly.

"Yeah, but I need you to…" she gasped, arching against him as he pulled out nearly all the way, then thrust forward again. "Yes," she answered, wrapping her legs around him.

He moved steadily - in, pause, out and in, pause - watching her, until she was squirming against him when he was fully seated.

"Please, Doctor!" she said again, and he finally sped up, his pelvic bone rubbing into her clit at each thrust. He felt even better inside her than she'd imagined, and each stroke brought her closer until she finally clenched around him, muscles tightening and releasing. Breath catching, she tumbled over the edge once more, coming even harder than before.

"Oh, Rose," he said, hoarse, as his movements grew erratic, the pulsing faster, extending her orgasm into a gentle plateau. After a few more thrusts, he joined her, spilling cool liquid inside of her, and she finally fell back to earth. He still held much of his weight off her chest, but he'd relaxed against her, and she let her legs down, rubbing her hands along his back.

After a few minutes, when their hearts stopped racing, he pulled out of her and flopped onto his back.

"That was…" started Rose.

"It was," agreed the Doctor. He grabbed his pyjama bottoms and carefully cleaned the mess they'd made, starting with her and finishing with himself. Rose managed to make her wobbly legs function for long enough to reposition herself under the covers, still naked, and the Doctor joined her, taking her hand after turning off the lamp.

Between the leftover tingling and the fact that she'd not truly believed she'd have sex with the Doctor until it happened, she felt as if she were floating, almost detached from the pleasantly contented numbness.

"This wasn't a dream, right?"

"No," he said, running his thumb along her hand reassuringly.

It had been too good to be a dream. "And we're not… It wasn't just this once, right?"

He rolled to face her. "Did say I wasn't gonna stop."

"Not even after we get the TARDIS back?" She wasn't sure exactly where the sudden insecurity was coming from.

"You're not getting rid of me, Rose," he said, and she smiled, relaxing again. "You told me I was stuck with you, and I plan to hold you to that."

"Okay," she said, turning toward him. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Even if I don't deserve you."

"Hey, none of that," she said, wiggling closer until she could put her arms around him. He returned the embrace without hesitation. "We make each other better."

"We do at that," he agreed.

She breathed in his scent, ducking her head into his chest and relaxing into his arms, feeling safe and protected and loved.

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