Rose stretches languidly, a contented smile on her face. She has never felt so sated, so loved, and it's all thanks to the wonderful man sleeping peacefully beside her. She blushes as she remembers their activities from the previous night.

They had fallen asleep together under the stars after their first frantic union. The Doctor had woken her a few hours later and they had made slow, passionate love, taking their time discovering each other's pleasure centres, the experience heightened by their mind link.

He really was insatiable. It was like a dam had broken and he couldn't get enough of her. Not that she was complaining, mind you!

They had woken again to the dawn chorus, and made love for a third time. Afterwards the Doctor had carried her back to the TARDIS, through his bedroom and into his massive en-suite bathroom. The TARDIS had prepared a bubble bath for them, the water just hot enough to soothe tired, aching muscles. And that was the last thing she remembered.

Now she finds herself snuggled up in bed beside the Doctor, lying on the softest mattress she has ever felt. Blinking a bit in the dim light she tries to remember what woke her. There it is again, a muffled, buzzing sound. She lifts her head off the pillow and turns towards where the noise is coming from. Rose spots her clothes, neatly folded, on a chair beside the bed. The Doctor must have retrieved them while she was asleep. She hears the buzzing again and finally realises what it is. Her mobile phone!

She leans over, retrieves the phone from her jeans pocket and flips it open. There are 4 missed calls and 2 voice messages. One of the missed calls is from Jackie; the others are all from Donna. Deciding not to wake the Doctor just yet, Rose dials the number to listen to her voice messages. The first message is from her mum, just checking that they are ok and asking Rose to call her when she gets a chance. The next one is from a very excited sounding Donna. She's gabbling away so fast that Rose can't understand a word of her message! She shakes her head and hangs up the phone. She'll just have to ring Donna back and find out what's going on!

Rose arranges the pillows comfortably behind her so that she's propped up against the headboard. She pulls the covers back up, having dislodged them retrieving her phone. The Doctor mumbles something unintelligible beside her and snuggles closer to her, his head pillowed on her breast, an arm about her waist and a leg thrown over both of hers. She should feel claustrophobic but she doesn't, she feels safe and loved. She runs the fingers of one hand through his hair and smiles at his sigh of contentment. He's still fast asleep though.

She's just about to press the redial button to call Donna when a message pops up on the screen announcing an incoming call. It's Donna. Rose smiles as she presses the button to accept the call. "Hi Donna, I was just about to call you," Rose greets her.

"'bout time too. I was starting to get worried about you two. Are you ok? We haven't heard from you in ages," Donna rambles on, finally pausing long enough for Rose to get a word in.

"We're fine Donna. And what d'ya mean by ages, we only left you a day or two ago?" Rose asks, clearly puzzled by Donna's concern.

"I see. So he hasn't explained it to you has he?" Donna's question is more a statement.

"Explained what, exactly?" Rose isn't sure she likes where this conversation is going.

"Oh, don't mind me, it's nothing...." Donna breaks off as Rose interrupts her.

"Donna, how long have we been gone?" Rose asks, the suspicion evident in her voice.

"Well..., it's one of those timey wimey things and..."

"Donna!" Rose uses her best Bad Wolf voice, a tone that sends shivers down the spine of all who hear it.

"You've been gone nearly 3 months," Donna tells her quietly.

"Okaaaaayyyyyyyyy," Rose says, drawing the word out as long as she can. She glances down at the sleeping Doctor. He'd better have some good answers for her later!

"Anyway," Donna continues, the excitement rising in her voice again, "I've got some fantastic news for you both. John and Joan are getting married! He proposed to her a month after you left. The wedding's only a month away now. Joan was hoping you might want to be there, seeing as how you helped make it possible."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea Donna. We don't really want to risk it. Seeing the Doctor could cause John to remember and then where would we be?" Rose explains.

"I thought you'd say that. Alright, I'll let you off this time but I do need you and the Doctor to be at my Mum's house in a week, and prepare to stay around for a while helping me get organised."

"Organised for what?" Rose asks suspiciously.

"For my wedding!" Donna squeals. "And I want you to be my bridesmaid. Lee's going to ask the Doctor to be his best man, but don't let on that I told you," Donna gabbles on.

"Oh Donna, I'd be honoured!" Rose squeals back, Donna's excitement contagious. "So what date and year do you want us there?"

"Saturday the 15th of November 2008," Donna tells her. "That gives us 5 weeks to prepare. The wedding's the 20th of December."

"We'll be there," Rose laughs, pleased that Donna is so happy.

"I'd better go, so much to do and so little time, even with a time machine!" Donna jokes. "And remember, not a word to the Doctor about Lee wanting him to be best man."

"I promise, not a word! Bye." Rose giggles, hanging up the phone.

"Not a word about what?" the Doctor mumbles, his head still buried in her breast.

"Oh, umm, nothing," Rose stammers, not sure how much of the conversation he's heard.

"Come on, you can tell me," he wheedles, stretching lazily then resuming his former position.

When she doesn't answer him he moves his head slightly so he can look into her eyes. Once he's sure he has her attention, he licks his lips and says, "I have ways of getting information out of you, Rose Tyler."

"I'm sorry but I promised. I can't tell you this," Rose tells him, wondering what he's going to do next.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," the Doctor informs her, lowering his eyes from hers and focusing his attention on her breast. He licks his lips again then his tongue darts out to lave her nipple. Rose fights to keep from showing any reaction to this, barely suppressing a moan as he sucks her nipple into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. He brings his hand up to her other breast, his dextrous fingers tweaking and rolling her nipple just how she likes it.

This time Rose can't suppress the shudder of pleasure that runs through her. She tangles her hands in his hair, urging him on. His hand strays from her breast, drifting ever so slowly down her body until it reaches her centre. She moans as he strokes her there, moving her hips against his hand, needing more.

He abruptly releases her breast and removes his hand. Rose moans at the loss of contact and tries to drag his head back down but he resists. "Are you ready to tell me yet?" he asks her, his voice thick with desire.

"I can't," she moans, moving restlessly beneath him.

"Then I concede defeat," he whispers throatily and resumes his ministrations.

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It is a long time later that she tells him about John and Joan and Donna and Lee and their respective wedding plans, and confronts him about the passage of time!

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