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Chapter 26 - Will you remember this in the morning?
They returned to the penthouse and ordered room service for a late dinner. The Doctor was so relieved that he had finally told Rose about the TARDIS growing that he felt twenty pounds lighter and he found himself standing up straighter. When he told Rose of this strange reaction, she said it was because he had finally let some of the weight off of his shoulders when he had shared so much with her. Maybe there was something to that. He always thought it was just a figure of speech that humans used.
After dinner, they talked to Tony on the phone and heard all about the fun he was having with Howie. He had them both crying in laughter with an impersonation of President Shepherd when a horse ran off without him on it that afternoon. He also told them and Jacob and him were enjoying the candy the Doctor had left them.
"You left the candy there?" Rose asked him.
"Don't worry, love. I kept the mints." he teased her.
She rolled her eyes at him.
As they said good-bye to Tony, there was a knock at the door.
The Doctor, now barefoot, ran over to answer the door. It was Shakes.
"Sir, can we borrow you for a few minutes? Lewis and Sam can stay with Miss Tyler." he asked.
"Oh! Probably. Come on in."
Rose walked into the sitting room. As soon as she saw the body guards walking in, she asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, sweetheart. I need to go have a small meeting with Shakes. Sam and Lewis are going to stay with you. Would that be alright? I'll be just across the hall. You can call my phone if you need me to come back for anything." the Doctor inquired.
"You treat me like I'm 5 years old. Yes, it's fine. Go on ahead. I'm happy to hang out with Sam and Lewis. I don't get to see them enough."
He chuckled at her. Maybe he had overdone it a bit trying to comfort her. He was worried what news awaited him in Shakes' room.
He patted Shakes' on the shoulder. "Come friend, let us away!"
Shakes showed the Doctor into his suite. It was very roomy with a large sitting area and four bedrooms that broke off from the main room.
"Wow, this is nice." the Doctor remarked as he came in.
"Yes. We all share it. It's not as big as the room on the cruise ship, but it's better than places I have stayed. Being a body guard for the Tyler family has its' benefits."
Shakes brought him over to the kitchen table. He had all of the paperwork that Jake had left with them, and the Doctor's notes that were written in Gallifreyan.
"Jake sent over the information on species that have been processed through Torchwood tonight. I knew you would want to look through it." Shakes told him as he handed him some papers.
"Oh! That was faster than I thought he would have had it. Any possibilities, you think?" the Doctor asked him as he looked down the list.
Shakes nodded. "Nothing stood out to me."
The Doctor sat down in a chair and looked at the list closer. Frustrated, he tossed the paperwork on the table. "Well, it was worth a look. Even if it was a dead end."
He noticed chocolate cookies and salsa sitting on the table. "Are you eating that, mate?"
Shakes looked surprised. "Never had cookies and salsa? Try it. It's really good!"
The Doctor picked up a chocolate cookie with creme icing and dipped it in the salsa, and ate it. "That's really not bad."
"Did you send any threats in the past couple of days?" Shakes asked him.
"Yeah, a few. Let me see what you have." the Doctor told him.
Shakes handed him the paperwork. Out of the eight pages, five of them were from the Doctor.
"All of these read like they think we're still on a cruise ship. That's good. At least they aren't sure where we are."
"We also had another communication. I saved this one for last."
The communication read simply. 'Perrick's Bar, Underground at 18:30.'
"Ah! Now that's good news. At least I know I'm not crazy!" the Doctor exclaimed.
"Problem is, there's no place in the Underground named that." Shakes told him.
"Anywhere in England?" the Doctor asked. "Maybe it is referring to the basement of a bar named that. Maybe we are taking the word too literal."
"That's a good point." Shakes told him.
"Send that information to Jake, and have him check up on that."
"Yes, Doctor. Let me take you back to your room."
They walked back across the hall. As soon as they entered the penthouse, they saw that Rose was sitting on the couch crying. The Doctor ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his shoulder. "What the hell happened? I was gone ten minutes!"
Lewis explained. "I'm so sorry sir. Miss Tyler wanted to watch something on television. I turned it on and it had been left on a news channel. She saw the report of the woman who was shot on the cruise ship. They have identified the victim as Rose Tyler."
"Oh geez. Jackie is going to flip out. He looked up at Shakes. Call Pete immediately and assure him that Rose is fine. Have him call Jackie. Wake her up if needed."
"Yes, sir." Shakes had already dialed the number and was waiting for Pete to answer.
The Doctor held Rose. "Sweetheart, you are alright. You are here with me and the guys. Everyone is alright."
She wrapped her arms around him and continued to cry.
Shakes apparently left Pete a voicemail and then hung up the phone. "I'll contact Jake, sir. We'll be outside if you need us."
"Thank you, Shakes." Shakes was speaking on the phone as they closed the door to the penthouse.
He ran his hand across Rose's head. "Ugh, those guys. I swear. It's great news for those idiots that jellyfish have survived for 650 million years despite not having a brain."
Rose had stopped crying and smiled at him saying that.
He pulled back from her a bit.
"Was that a smile?" he asked her.
"Why do you do that?" she asked him quietly as she wiped her eyes.
"Do what?" he asked her.
"Complain and educate all in one sentence." she told him.
He chuckled. "I suppose it is my nature. I don't even realize I'm doing it. Are you alright?"
She nodded as she looked back up at him. "I don't know why I got so upset. I guess it just..."
"Brought it all back, huh?" the Doctor helped.
"I guess so." she said as he wiped tears from her eyes. The Doctor raised up and gave her a tissue.
"It's alright, Rose. They have no idea where we really are. We are going to sort this all out."
"I know. It's just I forget how serious it is, then I see this. Was that even the same cruise ship we were on? That poor girl!"
He shook his head. "I honestly don't know. I don't think it was. I'm working with Jake. We think we're getting closer to finding these bastards. Hopefully, this will be all behind us soon."
She raised up and looked at him. "Man, you swear more than I ever remember you used to."
He smiled as he rubbed his stubble. "Yeah, that's the Donna in me. I've decided to just stop fighting it. Sometimes the situation calls for it."
"She cussed you?"
"Oh, yes." he sang to her. "And, I deserved it. I wouldn't say she was right, but I deserved it."
The Doctor's phone rang.
"Ugh, that will be Jake most likely." he complained as he answered the phone.
"Yep, Jakey-boy. Who's the cross-eyed coroner on a cruise ship out there?" the Doctor demanded.
"My god, you sound like Howie." Rose whispered to him.
He laughed quietly at her as he listened to Jake on the phone. Rose couldn't hear but the Doctor's side of the conversation.
He listened for a few minutes, then sat back on the couch. He seemed impressed.
"Well, Jake. That's brilliant. Why haven't I thought of that?"
He listened to Jake a bit more.
"Nah, she's alright. Just a bit rattled. We have been able to forget about this for a few days. It just broadsided us, I suppose." He told Jake as he looked at Rose.
He listened as Jake spoke.
"Yeah, give me that information. Hang on. Let me find something to write with."
He leaned up from the couch, and pulled some paper and a pen that was sitting on the coffee table closer to him. He held the pen in his left hand and started drawing something really fast using the strange circles that Rose had seen him use so many times before. She couldn't believe how perfectly round the circles and how straight the lines were. He didn't use a ruler or anything. In the middle of his writing, the pen ran out of ink.
"Ugh...hang on a minute Jake... damn it. Pen just died. Let me find something else to write with." He got up and looked around the room. As he walked back to the couch, his phone slid out from between his shoulder and his ear. He took it in his left hand and put it to his other ear. He then held the new pen in his right hand.
"Alright. Go ahead. Sorry about that." he told Jake.
Using his right hand, he continued drawing the circular language all over the page. Rose was amazed. The Doctor had told her that he was able to use both of hands equally well, but seeing it surprised her.
Once he finished, he tossed the pen on the coffee table and sat back on the couch. He was listening to Jake who was explaining something to him.
"Take a picture of it and send it over. I don't mind looking at it. I can probably translate it a hell of a lot faster than Malcolm can. He's brilliant, but it's late. "
He listened a few more minutes.
"Nah, don't bother Malcolm. Just send it over to me and I'll let you know. It will just take a minute."
Jake was speaking again.
"Well, damn it. What the hell else am I good for?" he laughed. "Ah, no problem Jakey-boy."
Then he hung up.
He looked over at Rose. "Pete and Jake are way more clever than I give them credit for!"
She still looked surprised.
"Well, it's not that surprising, really." he told her as he saw her face.
"You are ambidextrous." she said quietly to him.
He was looking over his notes he had written while he was on the phone with Jake. "I'm what, sweetheart?"
"Ambidextrous." she told him.
He rolled his eyes back in his head and thought. He then realized, "I have heard of that before. Now I remember! I can't remember who told me that, though." He rubbed his stubble on his face as he thought. "Ugh. I don't know. I told you I write with both hands, Rose. Didn't you believe me?"
"I did. I just had never noticed it until now." she chuckled.
"More of the mad life with the Doctor?" he teased her.
"It's never a dull moment with you." she smiled.
He laughed as he jumped up off the couch and went to open the door to the penthouse. Shakes and his men were standing outside the door. The Doctor waved Shakes in. They both returned to the couch and sat down. The Doctor took Rose's hand.
The Doctor spoke, "I just got off the phone with Jake. He said that Pete has told them to put out the story that Rose was killed to see if these people will back off a bit."
"So, he's faking my death? Why wouldn't he tell me this?" Rose asked them.
The Doctor shrugged his shoulders. "Knowing Pete, he probably just had to make a rash decision. He would probably have told you about the same time you found out."
The Doctor couldn't believe he was defending a man that he knew was keeping secrets from him. Big secrets. And now to do this? He wanted to punch in him the face like he did Thomas. But, he didn't want to upset Rose.
Shakes nodded his head. "It was probably that, Miss Tyler. We will still have to be very careful, but now you and your Nehyta can relax a bit."
Rose smiled at hearing the word, Nehyta.
"Faking your death, Rose, is brilliant. As long as Pete deals with Jackie. I don't want any part of that. Now that they think they have won, we can see what they might have really been after all along. It might expose who they are finally." the Doctor told her.
He rubbed his head, "Or they will find out they have been fooled and really be pissed off. Either way, it's a chance I'm willing to take. I'm ready for this to be over. For you to feel safe again."
Rose looked down. "It's been a very long time since I felt safe."
He rubbed her thigh. "I know, sweetheart. We'll get there again."
"Are you bringing the battle to yourself again, Warrior?" Shakes asked him.
"Maybe a bit. But, I really think it's for the best, Rose." the Doctor told him.
Rose looked at the Doctor. "I trust you. If you say it's a good thing. I agree."
Shakes smiled at her. "Your Nehyta only seeks to protect you. More than you can know."
Rose nodded. Shakes patted the Doctor on the back as he got up to rejoin the others in the hall.
The Doctor's phone beeped. He put on his glasses and looked at a message.
"What's that?" Rose asked him.
"A message from Jake. Some transmission Torchwood is picking up from space."
"The fun never ends, huh?" she teased him.
He chuckled. "What a time to be alive!" He focused all of his attention on the message. It was a picture of a transmission. The Doctor looked it over as he scratched his chin. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he finished reading it.
"Now, that's interesting. I didn't know they came this far during this time period. Very interesting." He mumbled. He sat back on the couch and ran his hand through his hair.
"Everything alright?" Rose asked him.
As if he just noticed she was sitting there. "Yes, love. It really is. 'Rose alright', too." He reassured her as he rubbed high on the inside of her thigh. It made her tingle all over.
"I'll call Jake back and explain. You'll find this interesting." He told her.
Jake apparently answered the phone.
"Jakey-boy! I have good news for you! That transmission, you can ignore. In fact, I recommend you do. It's a survey team. They are just checking things out. Ignore them, and they will just leave. Earth isn't ready for them, yet. Harmless."
Jake said something, which the Doctor replied, "Yep!" And then hung up the phone and tossed it back on the coffee table.
Rose asked him, "A survey team?"
"Yeah, you'd be surprised how many species check out Earth. Torchwood can't detect them all with the technology they have in this time period. Although, I'll never tell them that. They will all flip out."
"How much can they detect, do you think?"
"Not a lot. Maybe 20%? When I first came here, I wasn't just worried the humans would find me out. I also worried about some these teams. There are a lot of bad elements out there."
"Really?" she asked him.
"But these that are orbiting the planet now are extremely peaceful. Imagine, an alien Red Cross. They are just surveying to see if there is any reason to come and help. Very good people. Their entire purpose is to help. Like missionaries."
"When do they come in and help?"
"In really big cases. Like after a war or something. In the future, they will be extremely welcome here. In about...say, 3,800 years from now. Earth suffers from a plague and it wipes out about 63% of the population. They come in and help. Ushers in the beginning of time when humans stop being so scared of people from other planets. People even start to marry people from other places. It's wild!"
"Like the 1960s? Free love and hippies?"
He rubbed his hand in his hair and looked at her. Laughing he said, "Very, very similar. Lots of drug use. Powerful stuff. Stuff I've had to swear I'd never use again, like Pete's damn whiskey."
Rose laughed at him. "Sounds like Woodstock back in the '60s."
The Doctor chuckled, "Yeah, that was fun. I went twice. Two different me's. We had a great time together."
"Sounds like you were probably into something then, too."
He looked at her seriously, "I remember everything...well...one version of it. I guess one of me was partying more than the other one was."
She leaned into him and kissed his lips. "You are so funny. My Doctor, a hippie."
"Better than an archeologist." he grumbled.
"What's your deal with that? I forgot that Harriet recommended you should be one."
He shook his head, very determined. "Never. No way. Not ever. Ugh. Grave diggers. No."
Rose looked at him very surprised. "Geez. Tell me how you really feel won't you?"
He chuckled at her. "There are worse things, but not much in my book."
"You've probably just not met the right one." she teased him.
He laughed at her. "Oh geez. Women. They are all in it together, even if they have never met."
Rose laughed at her confusion. "What? What on earth do you mean by that?"
He jumped up and called room service. He ordered white wine and grapes for him and Rose, and more chocolate cookies and salsa for the body guards.
When he returned to the couch, he sat down and turned Rose around so she could lay her head down in his lap. He took off his glasses and tossed them on the coffee table.
"I have an interesting story about an archeologist that you might like to hear." he told her.
"I love all of your mad stories. You should write a book." she smiled up at him.
He looked down at her and ran his hand through her hair. "I'll tell you once the wine gets here."
"Guess what Shakes is eating? Chocolate cookies and salsa. Those chocolate cookies with white creme inside of them."
Rose wrinkled up her face. "That sounds gross."
"I thought it would be. But it's really not bad. I ate several of them while I was over there."
"So many that you ordered them some more?" Rose asked him.
"No, I feel bad for yelling at Lewis. That wasn't his fault you saw that."
She patted his hand, "I'm sure he's not upset. You didn't really shout at him."
"Yeah..." he said absentmindedly.
He looked into her eyes as he continued to stroke her cheek. Rose could feel that he was feeling love more than any other emotion.
"Sweetheart, what's on your mind?" she asked him.
"I have such little time left to my life. I've seen so much, and I really don't care to see anything else. I could die a happy man if I could just be with you for the rest of my life."
"You are beginning to freak me out with all of this talk of dying." Rose told him.
"It's something I've never had to think about before." he told her.
"I wish you would forget about it now!" she told him.
He chuckled at her.
There was a knock at the door.
The Doctor got up to go get the wine and grapes from the room service waiter.
He returned to the couch. He opened the wine and poured them both a glass.
"I thought you were giving up drinking?" Rose teased him.
"No, just that damn whiskey. This should be fine." he explained.
"You know, I don't think you can ignore alcohol as much as you think you can."
"Is that a challenge, Rose Tyler?" he asked her.
She laughed as she sat back up next to him and took a glass. The Doctor raised his glass and said, "How sweet it is to be loved-"
They clinked glasses and drank. He leaned in and kissed her.
They both drained their glasses and the Doctor refilled them. They drank about half of another glass.
Rose settled in on the couch next to the Doctor. She lay her legs across his lap. He ran his hand up her skirt and rubbed her thigh. He rested his arm on the back of the couch, behind her.
Rose reminded him, "Okay, the story about the archeologist."
He rolled his eyes back in his head and smiled. "This one is good. Okay. When I was traveling with Donna, I got a message on my psychic paper that asked me to come to the Library."
"The Library? Like which one?" Rose asked him.
"Well, there isn't just one place called that." he told her. Then he stopped talking as he realized something. "God, I'm thick. I'm sorry. Hang on, Rose."
He picked up his phone and called Jake.
"Jakey-boy. Check on something for me. Check for a place in the United States called Underground. I seem to remember something about a place called that, but I can't remember where it is."
Jake said something.
"Thanks." he said as he hung up the phone and tossed it back on the coffee table. He refilled his glass and Rose's and drank some more. He was deep in thought about something.
"Another place called Underground?" Rose asked him.
He seemed to snap out of it. "Yeah, don't worry about. Jake will figure it out. Now, where was I?"
"The Library." Rose helped him.
He drank some more of his wine, then sat down the glass on the coffee table. He ran his hand back up Rose's skirt, and began rubbing her thigh. "Yes. Well, I took Donna there. It is an entire planet that is a huge library. It has every book ever printed. It's vast."
"We had just gotten there, when some archeologists broke down the door of where we at. Something weird was going on because no one was there. The entire place was empty. But, they had decided they were going to come in and investigate. Tell me Rose, does that sound like a good idea to you? An entire planet's population disappears, and you decide to go see what happened?"
She sipped her drink. "Sounds like something you would do. Why are you giving them a hard time?"
He looked surprised at her, "But, I know what I'm doing!"
She laughed at him. "No, you don't! You're making it up as you go."
"Ugh!" he complained. "But, I do it better." he maintained.
She laughed at him as she sipped her drink.
"We need some more wine if you are going to be cheeky." He decided as he got up and called room service again.
He returned to his spot on the couch. She lay her legs back on his lap again, craving his touch. He drank the rest of his glass and refilled both of theirs again. He drank all of that glass and sat it back on the coffee table. He ran his hand back up her skirt and started rubbing her thigh again.
He noticed she was smiling at him with her tongue in her teeth. "I'm really enjoying that, but I want you to finish this story."
He chuckled at her. "Okay, so. They were barging in and telling me how to go about investigating this problem we had found ourselves in."
"Well, what was the problem? Where was everyone?"
"There species that had hatched there was living in the shadows and would eat all of your flesh off. Very scary stuff."
"That sounds terrible! Would you just walk into a shadow and turn into a skeleton?"
He nodded. "Yes. It was very scary. That's exactly what would happen."
"And they wanted to tell you how to investigate?" Rose asked him.
"Yeah! And wanted me to sign some release papers and shit, too. Donna was as stubborn as me. As soon as they handed it to her, she ripped it up. I'm surprised she didn't cuss them out."
"I see where you get some of this, now." she laughed at him.
"Yeah." he said as he embarrassingly rubbed his face with his hand laying on the back of the couch. "I really try to keep that Donna part buried deep. She's... something." He said as he shook his head.
He grabbed his glass and drank some more wine. Sitting it back down on the table, he returned to his story.
"But, there was this archeologist. Woman with strange curly hair. She knew all sorts of things about me. It was as disarming as you tonight on the Empire State Building." he told her.
"Had you been drinking with her, too? Having drunken confessions?" Rose teased him.
He chuckled at her, and rubbed his stubble on his face. "Maybe."
The wine had made him really warm. He took off his Oxford that he was wearing and threw it behind Rose on the couch. He pulled his t-shirt away from his chest, forcing air through his shirt.
"What sort of things did she know?" Rose asked him.
"Everything. It was weird. She even knew my name." He recounted.
"Your name? You mean, your real name?" Rose asked him.
How had he stirred himself into this?
"Damn, I really need to stop drinking. My mouth is out of control." he reflected.
There was a knock at the door. "Ah! Saved by room service!" he declared as he jumped over the back of the couch to went to open the door. The waiter gave him two more bottles. The Doctor then returned to the couch. He opened another bottle, refilled his glass and Rose's. He drained it completely and refilled it. He drank most of it and sat the glass back down on the coffee table. He spun around and then fell into the couch next to Rose.
"Yep, Time Lord drinking. Look out people!" Rose teased him.
The Doctor lay his head in her lap and looked up at her. She ran her fingers through his hair. She could feel that he was feeling love, lust and a similar absentmindedness that he had the night before. But it wasn't as strong.
"You know, I'm worried about you." she confessed to him.
"Why? " the Doctor asked.
"It's my job. 'Rose Tyler, the one who worries about the Doctor.' Isn't that my title?" she told him.
He laughed at her.
"That is strange. I don't even know your name. I mean, your real name." Rose told him.
"No, you don't. No one does." the Doctor told her seriously.
"Then, how did she know? How did she tell you without others hearing it?"
"Why, Rose Tyler. Are you jealous, my dear?" he teased her.
"No, just curious." she told him smiling.
"She whispered it in my ear. That would be the only way I could have told her." he told her seriously.
"So you can only whisper it?" Rose asked.
"No...well. Yeah." he rubbed his face as he raised up and drank another glass.
He sat back on the couch the way he had been before. He pulled Rose's legs back into his lap. He leaned in to kiss her as he started rubbing her thigh again. He rested his forehead on hers, and told her quietly.
"Rose, I don't have a lot of time left. I'm realizing that with every passing day. I used to say that even ten minutes is a lifetime, and I could accomplish so much. I find now that ten minutes is a lifetime only when I'm without you. Time seems to fly when we are together. I love you so much, I couldn't imagine my life without you. I don't want to be without you. Ever. I couldn't do this without you. I know we said it was too soon, but I don't want to miss anything of our short life together. You are everything to me. Let's get married. Just so we know we will always be together. Even if it is just a simple, human marriage. I'm okay with that."
Rose couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Are you serious? I think you are drunk off your ass old man!" Rose exclaimed.
The Doctor raised his head up and looked embarrassingly around the room. His hand rubbed his hair, causing it to go in every direction.
He laughed. "Yes, Rose. I'm serious."
She was speechless. She sat there staring at him.
"Is this your way of getting out of telling me your real name?" she asked him.
"I can only tell my real name to my wife. And she can never tell it to anyone. That's how that works."
She laughed at him in disbelief. "So, you married this archeologist?"
He dramatically lay down on the couch. "That's what you got out of all of this? Damn archeologists." He mumbled under his breath as he rubbed his face.
Rose lay down on top of him and kissed his lips. "I love you. But, you won't remember this in the morning."
"Rose. I'm not drunk. I really mean it. I swear!" he laughed at her.
She was laughing at him now. "Then ask me again in the morning."
"I'll ask you every day, until you say yes. I love you so much." he told her through a smile. She could feel his sincerely, love and absentmindedness.
She leaned down and gave him a kiss that tasted like the wine they were drinking. He held her tightly as he kissed her back. She sucked his bottom lip as their tongues danced with one another.
Rose raised up and laughed, "You want to marry a dead woman? That's little like the Nehyta story, isn't it?"
He laughed at her as he lay on the couch watching her drink more wine. She took his hand and had him sit back up as she poured him another glass.
Rose raised her glass. "To drunken proposals!"
"I really am clear headed and mean it, Rose."
"Yeah, right. You are trashed again!" she laughed at him.
He laughed back at her. "Fine, woman. Fine. I'll ask you again in the morning."
"With a hangover for sure!" she laughed at him.
"Rose Tyler, you are so damn cheeky!" he playfully mocked her. He drank another glassful.
"I know what you need my dear!" The Doctor declared as she stood up and grabbed his phone. He turned on a song.
"What?" Rose as him skeptically.
"A dance with a handsome bloke." he told her, smiling.
"Instead of a scruffy one?" she asked him as she laughed.
He laughed at her. "Okay, a scruffy, yet handsome bloke." he said as he offered him his hand. 'Better Together' by Jack Johnson played on the phone.
Rose took his hand and he held her close. He put his cheek to hers as he stepped to the music.
"You listen to some of the best music." Rose told him.
He laughed in her ear. "Very little music I don't like."
"Except John Smith and the whatever they were called."
"I think she did that just to drive me crazy." he told Rose. "And the problem was more to do with volume she played it at."
"You sound like a grandfather saying that." she laughed.
He laughed at her. "Yeah, I sure do."
She raised her head up to look at him. "I love you."
"I love you. And, I'm not drunk. I mean it, Rose."
"Totally alright, huh?" Rose teased him.
He laughed as he rolled his eyes, "That word."
She pulled him down for a kiss, which turned into delightful long kiss. The Doctor noticed that Rose was more clumsy with her lips and tongue than she normally was as she kissed him. He pulled away from her.
"You talk about me! You are drunk, Rose Tyler!"
"Hey! I'm not denying it, mate!" she laughed at him.
"Will you remember this is in the morning?" he asked her.
"Does it really matter?" she asked him as she started kissing him again.
He laughed under her kiss. They had stopped dancing. It was too much for their altered state of mind.
The Doctor started dancing with her again, and attempted to dip her during the song. He accidently dropped her into the floor, which caused them both to laugh hysterically at the each other.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
"I'm fine." she said as she laughed at him.
"Maybe I am a bit, what does Howie say? Slewed."
"Shot in the neck!" Rose laughed.
"Shot in the what?" he asked as he laughed. They both laughed hysterically, again.
He crawled over to her, climbed on top of her and gave her a very wet kiss.
"I really do mean it. What do you say, Rose Tyler?"
"You are so drunk." Rose laughed at him.
Her kisses were all over his face, but she was able to unbutton his jeans without any problem. She took off her skirt as he unbuttoned her shirt. He kissed her chest, around her bra and worked his way back up to her neck. He ran his hands up her back and unfastened her bra.
She tossed her shirt across the room as he pulled her bra off of her. He tossed it at the window. It smacked the window with a loud crack.
"Yeah, take that Empire State Building!" he declared.
They both started laughing uncontrollability again.
"You are so fucked up!" she laughed at him.
"I'm really not! I swear!" She started kissing him again. He relaxed as she ran her hands into his shirt. She slid his pants off of his hips.
"Are you comfortable on this floor? Are you alright?" he asked her.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." she told him.
He rolled so she was on top of him. "Yeah, I'm not buying it." he told her.
She ran her hands through his hair. He slipped her underwear off of her hips, and slid his full length inside of her.
He exclaimed loudly as soon as he was inside of her. He said something in a language she didn't know.
She laughed and stopped. "That right there! What are you saying?" she demanded as she laughed.
"Wow! Amazing!" he smiled her as he pulled her back into their kiss.
She began to move her body up and down. His eyes rolled back in his head. He continued to speak in some strange language.
She stopped. "There it is again. What are you saying?"
He laughed and answered her in the same strange language. They both started laughing hysterically.
She started riding him again as she laughed a bit. She came back down and kissed his neck. She moaned loudly, nearly shouting.
He kissed her as he rubbed her breasts. She pressed down as close to his hips as she could. Driving him as far inside of her as it was possible to go.
He shouted something in the strange language. He rose up as she sat on his waist. He was still deep inside of her. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her. As she felt him erupt inside of her, he told stopped kissing her and looked her in the eyes.
"I meant what I asked you. And I will remember this in the morning, even if you won't. I'll ask you again. I'm never running again. I want to stay here with you for the rest of my life. Just like this."
She looked at him seriously. "Please stop talking like you are dying."
He kissed her with renewed passion.
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