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Chapter 65 - French Countryside

They popped onto the top of a plateau of a steep hill that overlooked a river. The grass was long and Rose could see a vineyard nearby. There was an old, stone house that sat abandoned behind them. No one seemed to be around for miles.

The Doctor took off his wet oxford and lay it in the grass. "The French countryside, Rose. It doesn't get much better on a lovely, spring day like today. Even if it is Sunday." He ran both of his hands through his wet hair.

Rose smiled, "This is beautiful."

He walked behind her and pulled a blanket out of his pocket. She helped him lay it on the ground. They sat on it together and took off their shoes. The wind blew gently through the grass.

He sighed as he lay back, "Yes! Much better! Away from everyone and everything here. Almost as private as our island!"

Rose smiled, "This reminds me of when we went to New New York."

He nodded and smiled, "Yeah, apple grass! I remember that! We lay on my big trench coat."

"I like your leather jacket better."

"I do, too. I always have this blanket in my pocket now. It's been handy."

Rose laughed, "Yes, that it has. "

Rose got serious and looked at him, "That was strange. Just now. The way you reacted...it wasn't like you. I thought you were going to break that guy's arm."

He rubbed his face in embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm so sorry about that. I know I scared you."

Rose shook her head, "No, it's alright. Is it because we are joined? You being protective?"

He nodded his head as he looked at the scene in front of them. "Some of it. Some is probably you bleeding into me a bit. Maybe some of Donna in here. Maybe that entire thing of being born in battle. I don't know, Rose. Some other stuff, too."

Rose watched him lay there. He rolled towards her, took her hand and kissed it. "Really, try not to worry. Everything is alright."

Rose looked at him suspiciously, "Are you telling me everything about this?"

He shook his head and looked away from her. "I will be honest and say no. But, I'll follow up with I'm not ready to talk about it, yet. But, I want to talk to you about it. Soon. I just...need some time with this."

Rose nodded, "Alright. I can accept that."

He sat up and looked at her. "Sweetheart, you know you can talk to me about anything. Right? Anything at all."

Rose look surprised at him, "Of course. And you can talk to me about anything."

"Remember, we agreed weeks ago that there would be no more secrets between us. Nothing you could ever say would make me see you differently. I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone. I'm yours. Here for you. The other part of you, just as you are the other part of me. You are safe with me." he told her.

Rose smiled at him, "I know that. I can feel it. I can also feel your... there's something odd there."

He rubbed his face. "Concern. I'm sure that's it. I'm worried about you."

Rose nodded. "Yeah, that's it. Why?"

He shook his head and sighed. "Ugh. I don't want this to fill our day. We'll talk about it one day when we are both ready. It will come up."

Rose looked at him confused, "Fair enough. I'm not going to worry about it. I can feel your sincerity. Talk to me when you are ready."

He lay back on his elbows and watched the wind blow the grass. "Rose Tyler. Rose Smith. I don't know. Sounds. Strange. It will take me some time to get used to that."

Rose looked back at him and took off her sunglasses. He looked up at her. She smiled at him.

"Rose Tyler is fine. You know it is."

He rubbed his beard and sat up on his knees to face her. "No. You know what's fine? Brilliant even?"

She smiled at him. "What's that?"

He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He rubbed his nose against hers as he kissed her and whispered, "This entire thing. Me. You. Out here in the middle of nowhere. Safe. You are safe, Rose. We have hours before we have to be back. I could kiss you all day. Would you let me?"

Rose kissed him back as she rubbed her nose against his. She whispered, "Pace yourself, you might want to do more."

He smiled as he cupped her face in his hands. "Oh, I'm sure I will. Would you let me? Out here in a field?"

He leaned in and kissed her. Their tongues danced as Rose ran her hands through his hair.

'You know I'll never tell you no.' she told him.

He moaned hearing that in his head. 'Oh my gosh. This will be great! First, lots of kissing though. I don't kiss you enough.'

Rose smiled, "You kiss me all the time! And I love it!"

He smiled at her. "Oh, I never want to stop. I had to wait so long to be able to do it. You deserve to be kissed all the time. You are such an amazing woman. I'm so lucky you are mine. The best part of who I am."

He began to kiss her again.

He ran his hand up her skirt and rubbed her hip. He found knickers.

'I've wondered about that since I saw you back at home.'

Rose stopped kissing him and said, "Hang on a bit. I'll fix this for you." She took off her knickers and threw them over her head.

"Ha! Oh, you know what I like, woman!" he leaned in and began to kiss her again.

Rose ran her hands through his hair as he lay her down on the blanket.

'I love how you kiss me.'

'I don't want to ever kiss anyone else.' he told her.

'Sometimes, I worry.' Rose told him.

He rose up and looked surprised at her. "About what?"

"That you aren't really here. This is all a dream. I've finally lost my mind." Rose told him seriously.

He smiled and bit his lip. "I've had the same thoughts lately. Is that mad?"

They both laughed. He leaned back down and kissed her neck and chest.

He told her, 'I wonder if we really married. If I really get to wake up with you kissing me. That I can touch you. Properly feel you in my mind. Could I really be this happy?'

He rose up and took off his shirt and tossed it in the grass. He sat up on his knees and motioned with his hands for Rose to sit up. "Come here, sweetheart. I need to take off this dress in case you want to wear it this afternoon."

Rose rose up on her knees and faced him. He continued to snog her as he unzipped her dress and slipped it off of her. He folded it up and lay it on the blanket next to them. He unclipped her bra and lay it on top of her dress.

She looked down at herself and blushed. "I'm proper nude! In broad daylight! I can't believe this!"

He chuckled at her. "Hang on, I'll join you! There's only the two of us here." He finished taking off the rest of his clothes and leaned back into kiss her.

They rubbed their noses together as she ran her hands in his hair. He ran his hands up and down her body.

He whispered, "You are so soft. I can't believe you are here with me."

He lay her down on the blanket and kissed her neck and moaned.

'I love this. The only thing we are missing is wine.'

He smiled as he kissed her neck and ear gently. 'I thought of that. I brought two bottles in my pockets. One thing at a time, my dear.'

Rose giggled as she kissed his lips. 'I bet you even have some of that damn whiskey in those pockets.'

He laughed and had to stop kissing her. "Of course I do! In a bottle and in that flask your family gave me."

She giggled as she stroked him in her hand. "Put me in there, Rose." He moaned in her ear.

She slipped him inside of her and he thrust deeply. Rose nearly screamed. He could feel her pleasure, 'You can scream Rose. No one is around to hear you. Go ahead if you want to.'

'I'm glad you're on my side!'

Is your blue Martian making you want to scream?' he teased her as he stroked.

'Blue? Is that really even true?' Rose asked him.

He rose up and shook his head. "No, Rose. There's no such thing as a blue Martian. I know about these things. Trust me."

He continued to kiss and stroke inside of her. 'Boy, you are cheeky when you've had some sleep. How much sleep are you supposed to have everyday?'

'Some people say you should have at least...' he said.

He stopped and looked at her. "Oh, that's mean. You almost got me to tell you. Mean!"

Rose laughed in his face. "Oh, that was so funny!"

He rolled his eyes. "Waiting until I'm distracted. You are so mean woman, Rose Tyler! Rose Smith. This is just weird."

"Just call me Rose Tyler! Geez!"

"Rose Smith." he leaned up and scratched his beard. "I don't know, it's just weird."

He continued to stroke and began to moan loudly. She bit his neck to keep from screaming. He was so lost in his pleasure that he didn't notice.

'Oh, I've needed this all day. You have no idea how bad I've wanted you.' he told her.

'That will teach you to keep me shielded so much. And we made love twice this morning!" she teased.

He kissed her neck and breathed in her ear, "Yeah, but that was then. I needed to feel you now. I needed to show you that l love you. Words just aren't enough, Rose."

Rose smiled, "I'm not complaining. I love you so much. I love that we can do this together. You are so amazing at it."

'Well, you're not bad, yourself. And this is the first time we've been alone. Properly alone...' he leaned up and thought.

"Ever. I really think that's right, isn't it?" he asked her.

Rose waved her hand. "I really don't want to think about that. Do those Quauhtin watch us shag, too?"

The Doctor laughed in surprise, "No! What a question. Wow! No!"

He begin to stroke again and kiss her.

Rose realized, 'No! Our Island!'

He rose up and looked at her. "Right! How did I forget that?"

She smiled at him, "Stick to doing one thing at a time, Old Man."

He laughed as she pulled his head back down to her lips.

She moaned loudly. He kissed her chest as she arched her back under him.

He breathed, "Tell me Rose, Qu'est-ce que je ferais sans toi?"

She laughed at him. "I told you, I don't speak French!"

"Je t'aime."

"Don't understand you."

"Tu es l'amour de ma vie."

"Talking crazy, love."

"Je t'adore." he teased her.

Rose felt him finish up inside of her. He rose up and looked at her.

"You took French in school, right?"

Rose laughed at him. "Yes! And I seriously don't remember any of it."

He rolled his eyes at her, "How can you study French for..."

Rose covered her face and confessed, "Four years."

"FOUR YEARS?! And you have no idea what I'm saying?" he laughed.

"None!"

He looked confused and lay down next to her and rubbed his face. "Seriously? You're not kidding?"

"I'm not kidding. I really don't remember any of that." Rose told him.

He propped his head up on his elbow and faced her. "So if I say...Je pense toujours a toi... "

"No idea what that means. But it is very pretty."

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Tu es incroyable! I can't believe that! No wonder you didn't fight me as much as I thought you would when I told you I wanted to educate Genie myself."

"Now, that I understood!" Rose told him.

"It was all in English, mad woman!" he told her as he lay on his back and rubbed his face. He laughed. "You are so funny. You make me laugh all of the time. Stick to physics, woman."

Rose lay looking at him and smiling. "I wonder. When you are speaking French or German or whatever. Do you have an accent?"

"Phhh... whatever. What a crazy question. Do I have an accent when I'm speaking English?"

"Yeah, an English accent."

He looked surprised. "I do? Even now?"

"Sounds like it to me. But, not like you are from the North anymore. Say something in your language." Rose asked him.

He rolled his eyes and thought. He looked at her and said several sentences in a funny language.

Rose asked, "And that's Gallifreyan? Right?"

"Yes. Just Gallifreyan. Not High Gallifreyan. Not many people even on Gallifrey knew that. What does it sound like?"

"Elvish. From Lord of the Rings."

"That is Gallifreyan! I told you that! I helped John write that! He wrote the languages first, then he wrote the rest of those stories. He originally called it 'Elfin' or 'Qenya.' But later called it, 'Quenya' which he said was 'High Elven' and 'Sindarin' which he called 'grey elven.' Sound familiar?"

"So, there is High Gallifreyan running loose in Lord of the Rings?" Rose inquired.

"No. I told him about it and he just liked the difference. That's the reason he did that. You would have liked him. He was a professor at a college in Oxford. He taught English and Literature. Brilliant imagination! I'll read those to you sometime. You'll see a lot of similiaries. He mixed some of my stories in with them. Granted, it was so much better the way he told it."

He rubbed his face and laughed. "Oh, Rose. That's too funny. I can't imagine studying something for that long and not knowing it. That wasn't that long ago for you! You get out of school here at what? Eighteen?"

Rose nodded. "How old are you when you get out of school?"

"Forty-five." he told her.

"Jesus! I'd go crazy! That's way too much school!"

He laughed, "I have to say that I agreed with you when I was in school."

"When do you start?" Rose asked.

"Eight. How about here? It's five, right?"

"Yes." Rose told him.

He lay his arm on his eyes. "Explains a whole lot about this place. Just thirteen years of school? Geez."

Rose smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Watch it, Old Man."

He smiled as he looked back at her, "Tu es et tu seras toujours la plus belle saison de ma Vie. Je t'aime tellement."

Rose smiled at him. "Okay, what does that mean? Something about a idiot sitting next to you with a good haircut?"

He laughed. "Oh the Gods! This is hilarious!" He rose up and started putting his clothes back on. He walked over and picked up Rose's knickers she had tossed behind them, and handed them to her.

"Thank you. What did you say?" Rose asked him.

He stood there rubbing his beard as watched her put back on her clothes.

She turned to let him zip back up her dress. "Well?"

"Well, what?" he asked her.

"What did you say? Did you forget what we were talking about?"

"Oh! Sorry! Yes! What did I say?"

Rose laughed, "Mad Old Man. You were speaking French again. What did you say?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the end of the nose. "I said, you are and you will always be the most beautiful season of my life. I love you, so much."

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