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Rose awoke slowly the next morning with her head between his hearts, just like every morning for the last couple of weeks. She expected him to jump up and hurry out just like he had done all the other times since their new sleeping arrangements had begun. She raised her head to move it to her own pillow when she was caught by his hands and a gentle kiss placed upon her lips. Her eyes closed shut. She must still be dreaming, she thought. He never kissed her when they woke up. Then she felt another kiss pressed against her lips and her eyes opened.

The Doctor had felt her stirring against his chest. This was the morning that he could do what he had wanted to do from the moment that she had been given back to him. This was the morning that he could kiss Rose Tyler as soon as she awoke, when her eyes were still glazed with sleep and her hair was a mess. This was the first morning of the rest of their lives. He felt the shift of her breathing and knew he had a few moments.

It would take a couple of minutes before the day before came into focus for her. Her and her sleep. She would sleep for so many hours that by the time she would wake up she'd have no idea what day it was or even the time. He never understood why humans wasted so much time sleeping but he admitted it had its benefits. Having the sight of Rose Tyler sleeping in his arms was always one to warm his hearts. He felt her raise her head to shift it to her spot on her pillow so he could hop up like he would do every morning.

This was it—what he had waited lifetimes for.

He gently raised a hand to rest on the side of her head. Her eyes were opened but she appeared to still be in a daze. He knew just how to fully wake her up. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips but when he pulled back a fraction he noticed her eyes shutting tight. He kissed her again and this time they blinked opened. Oh, his Rose. His sweet, stubborn, pink and yellow girl. She thought she was dreaming, he could see it in her eyes.

"You're awake, Rose," he murmured softly against her lips. "And this is very real."

It took a moment to see her eyes light up before he roughly took her lips again, coaxing her mouth to open for him and deepen the kiss. He was desperate for her taste again. It was like he had been in the desert and was parched, and her lips offered the first drink of water he had for days. He drew back reluctantly to allow her to take a breath before diving back in for another drink. The next time he drew back he found that they had turned themselves and he was hovering half on top of her with her hand buried in his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp. She was very much awake now. He noticed her face was slightly flushed and her lips very plump and tempting—oh, so tempting.

She tried to urge him down to meet her lips again but he somehow fought the pull of temptation. This had already gone further than he had planned, further than she was ready for. He could not allow them to lose themselves in each other yet. There was still work to be done, healing to complete before they could take this next step. He allowed her to pull him down for another gentle kiss and pulled away before it could become deeper. He rolled over and drew her into his arms against his chest.

"Good morning, Rose." The smile that graced his face was also in his voice.

"Good morning, Doctor," she replied with the same tone.

"I like this new way we are waking up, Rose Tyler," he said tenderly. "How about you?"

He heard a hum of contentment as she snuggled more deeply into his embrace, a small sigh escaping her lips. It had him smiling like a loon.

They lay there in silence for a few moments before she tentatively asked him, "Doctor, is this real or am I in a really vivid dream?"

He could not help but chuckle and nuzzle her hair gently with his face. "Oh, Rose, this is very very real and, before you ask, last night was very real as well."

She sighed again before he felt her shift in his arms, turning to face him. "But you're not running so it has to be a dream," she said softly. "You told me I was your Rose and you were my Doctor."

He inwardly sighed. His poor Rose. She must have dreamt this so many times for her to think the reality was a farce. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek and giving her another brief tender kiss.

"You are my Rose. You've always been my Rose, and will always be my Rose. Why would I run? This is what I have wanted for a long time, even if I was too daft to realize it at first. I told you no more running, at least not from our emotions."

She gazed up at him and a small smile bloomed across her lips, growing larger by the second. "You're my Doctor," she told him.

He felt a matching grin spread on his face. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p' with a bit more force than necessary. "And as much as I would love to lay around in bed with you all day, Rose Tyler, we have other things that need to be done, other memories to watch. Let's go find more of the old Rose. I think she's coming back a bit at a time."

She whined but the smile never faltered. "But I don't want to get up, I'm comfy and warm."

And finally in your arms where I belong, she finished in her head. She did not dare to say it out loud. She was afraid she would sound too needy. Instead she snuggled closer to him to prove her point. She raised her head slightly to meet his gaze and leaned closer with a soft whisper.

"I would much rather continue to wake up this way." She kissed him lightly and moved to the sides of his mouth, continuing to speak as she did so. "We were—" She kissed the left corner of his mouth, then his right, "—doing good a moment ago."

She finished by planting a passionate kiss to his lips, her tongue gently gliding over his lips begging him to open for her. He could not resist as their tongues met again that morning. His hands found themselves sneaking under her jammies to feel the soft skin of her back and sides, causing her to moan in response. Reluctantly it yanked him from their kiss as if water had been poured over his head.

He removed his hands out from under her top and gently pushed her away from his mouth but she was having none of it. Her lips trailed across his face, peppering kisses as she made her way down his neck and nibbled lightly, eliciting a moan from him. He bit back on one himself. He attempted to ease her back again but found his will lacking the longer she nibbled, the harder it was becoming to remember the reasons why this had to stop. He managed to wiggle out of her grasp and leap off the bed, making her fall face first where he had just been.

Rose dug her face out from the blanket she had found herself suddenly buried in when he had moved. She looked up to find her dazed Doctor staring at her from across the room. His eyes were so dark and fueled with passion—a passion she had ignited. She happily acknowledged it but it did not explain why he had put a stop to it. In her opinion they had waited long enough. She started to move off the bed in order to continue where she had left of. She very much wanted him to make that sound again but he held up one hand to stop her, the other she noticed with more than a little dismay wrapped around her doorknob. He was going to run after all. The smile dropped from her face and she fell back onto the bed with a small huff.

Should have known—the Doctor lies. Of course he's going to run. Too much between last night and this morning. However she heard his voice still by the door, this time gruff and still fueled with desire.

"I am not running, Rose," he told her. "But we can't take this further than what it is right now. If I stayed with you on that bed, if you come any closer, my good intentions were going to go out the provable window. You still need to heal the rest of the way because when we do this, Rose Tyler, when this happens, you are going to be mine in every way. And it will be perfect."

Rose gave him a slight nod, her voice failing her once again.

He smiled reassuringly in return before turning and leaving the room, calling over his shoulder. "You know where I will be Rose when you are ready. Please be ready soon. The faster this continues the faster the other stuff can happen."

Rose sat there for a few minutes after he left. He very much wanted her, all of her, and he had plans from the sounds of it. She had worried that maybe she had moved too fast for him, taken the control from his hands, but now she knew that had only ceased their activities because he knew just as she did that once they did this and they would do this. That she would stop getting better and all progress would crash. That most certainly would not do. He wanted the old Rose back and so did she. Well, at least parts of her.

She wondered what her mum would say if she could see how well she was doing now that she had the Doctor taking care of her. She wondered if her mum even cared that she was gone. She felt the tears start to well up in her eyes before sliding down her face. She missed her mother and Pete and Tony, but she was so happy to have her Doctor back. It was all so confusing when she was trapped in hell. All she wanted was him and now that she was where she wanted to be she longed to see and talk to her mum. Why could life never be simple for her?

She wondered something for the first time since she had come back. What did her parents think happened to her? Did they think she was dead? That she had run away? She would never know. She had never wanted her mother to go through that again, not after the twelve month jump. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed a bit harder. She had to let this go. She would never have answers and she could not dwell on this. It would only hurt her Doctor and things were going so great right now.

She went into the bathroom and ran a quick shower. He would see no evidence of her tears. He would think he was the cause of them and she would not have him feeling guilty. Not because of this. She pushed the thoughts of her family to the deepest corners of her mind and heart and readied herself for a day of memories. She had a feeling Sarah Jane was fixing to make another appearance in her life.

She debated on wearing the jacket before she wrapped it over her shoulders forcibly. She was definitely going to need it today. This had not been easy to live the first time, and watching it was going to drag up some memories and thoughts that she had long since suppressed.

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