This one took a while, computer viruses and me being rubbish at smut meant this took longer. Hope you enjoy!
They slammed into the TARDIS in a way that was generally prefaced with a run for their lives. Only this time they weren't running away from something – more toward something. And at that moment, that something was the nearest bed. As much as Rose had fantasised about sex in the console room, she knew that this time she wanted a bed. More specifically the Doctor's bed.
The TARDIS door shut behind them and the Doctor pressed Rose against it, practically pushing her through the wood with the power of his lips on hers. Rose reciprocated with enthusiasm, pushing back with all her might and not letting him take all the control for himself. Then he did something she had privately always wished he would do. He scooped her up into his arms and strode quickly across the console room, practically sprinting as he reached the corridor. He was grinning at her, his eyes bright and loving and chocolatey brown.
"Knew you'd like that," he said as he nudged open his bedroom door with his elbow and stepped inside. He placed her gently onto the floor, and Rose had to take a moment to find her balance. Something about the look he was giving her as he stood there with his hands in his pockets was making her lose it slightly.
"How did you know?" she asked. God, she wasn't getting nervous now, was she? Standing in the semi darkness of the Doctor's room, the situation had suddenly become very real. Rose fought to stop herself twisting her fingers together in an action the Doctor would immediately recognise as trepidation.
"That time when you got hurt on Casta 7." The Doctor was not moving, and Rose could see the nostalgia flickering in his eyes as he remembered. "That giant insect that spat acid on you. You were clutching your side and you were moaning and covered in blood, and I carried you all the way to the TARDIS and into the infirmary. Once I'd fixed it you were tired, so I said I'd take you to bed, remember? You laughed at that, asked me if I was trying to seduce you. I think the painkillers went to your head." He shook his head fondly, a smile curling at his lips. Rose was smiling too by now, and she took a couple of steps closer to him as he continued. "I picked you up and you snuggled into my jacket. You were nearly asleep when we got to your room and I could barely get you to let go of me. Just before you dropped off you said 'We should do this again sometime', and then you just slept. I think you were still wearing your shoes, but you didn't seem to notice."
"I remember," Rose said softly. "When I woke up in the morning I was wearing my t shirt and jeans, but I didn't have my trainers or hoodie on, and I was under the duvet. That was you."
"Yep," he said, popping the 'p' in the way he always did. "Wanted you even then – back with the, you know." He gestured at the sides of his head, indicating large ears.
Rose giggled, inching another couple of steps closer. "Yeah, I wanted you too. You and your leather jacket and insisting that you danced even though you would never prove it to me."
"I wanted to. I just couldn't." She understood what he meant, even if he couldn't properly explain it aloud. He dropped his head, and Rose could see the sadness in his eyes. "We wasted so much time."
"Shh. We're here now, that's what matters." And now Rose knew she could not possibly wait for this anymore. She pulled at his bow tie until it came undone and let it drop to the floor. She leaned in for a kiss as she pushed his tailcoat unceremoniously off his shoulders, leaving him in shirt and waistcoat.
Sometimes she enjoyed the thought of removing each of his layers. Today she just wanted them off.
Once the waistcoat was removed, the Doctor seemed to decide that it was his turn to do some clothing removal. He drew Rose to him, reaching around her back to find the zip keeping her dress closed. He pulled it down slowly, savouring the moment, looking over her shoulder as her back was revealed to him, inch by inch.
Once the zip was undone her dress slid down her arms and off her body, but Rose couldn't feel it in herself to feel shy about the Doctor taking off her clothes. She had wanted it for too long now.
The Doctor played with the strap of her black bra. "Always imagined your underwear to be pink, for some reason. Just seemed very you."
"Well, I do have a multitude of bras," Rose said nonchalantly, "I could always put another one on if you want." She grinned cheekily at him as his eyes travelled downwards from her face.
"You know, in all the moments I've imagine removing your bra, it was never to put a different one on again. I don't think I could forgive myself if I let that happen."
Rose smirked and used this pause in the Doctor's actions to rip open his waistcoat, yanking the buttons open and shoving it off of his shoulders. The shirt went next, a few buttons popping off due to the force with which Rose dragged it off his body, and she spent a few moments exploring his chest with eager hands.
Once the Doctor was in just his trousers, however – and his shoes, although he was pushing them off as best he could – he decided it was time to remove the rest of Rose's garments. His hands smoothed their way up from her lower back, and he swiftly unclipped the clasp of her bra. Rose had always assumed he would fumble adorable at that moment, but it appeared the Doctor was not a novice at removing a bra. Either that or all that work on the TARDIS had helped his dexterity. Personally Rose thought the second scenario was far more likely.
Her bra slid down off her arms and landed on the floor atop her dress. The Doctor's eyes fixed on her chest and he unconsciously licked his lips. Rose had to smile at the awe on his face.
"Now who's looking?" she asked, letting her tongue slip out between her teeth as the Doctor looked up at her and grinned.
"I think more than looking is probably in order."
"Go ahead."
The Doctor was still smiling as he leaned in to kissing her again. As his hands came up to her chest, Rose began to work at the button and zip that were her most immediate obstacles to more naked Doctor. He rolled one of her already hard nipples between his fingers and she gasped, leaning towards him without conscious thought. For a few moments she was distracted from her task, but as the Doctor leaned down to take one of her nipples in his mouth, Rose moved lightning fast, yanking down the zip and pulling the Doctor's trousers down his legs in one movement.
To his credit he did not protest, kicking the trousers off his feet and letting Rose pull down his boxers, all the while continuing the single minded pursuit of learning every inch of her breasts with his tongue.
Once his boxers – TARDIS blue, to her amusement – were down, Rose grasped his length in her hand. This movement provoked an immediate reaction in the Doctor, who released her nipple – she almost whimpered at the loss of his mouth – looking at her with a different sort of fire in his eyes as he very deliberately hooked his fingers into the elastic of her knickers and dragging them down her legs.
Once they were naked it all seemed to happen very fast. Kissing and more kissing and hands groping everywhere they could reach. He pushed her gently backwards until she fell onto the bed, but not before she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down with her. They landed in a heap, the Doctor still licking his way down Rose's collarbone as though nothing had happened.
She could feel him pressing hard into her stomach, and all of a sudden the urge to have him inside her was the most important thing she could think of. She snaked a hand down between them, taking hold of him and feeling him – he hissed in pleasure and then groaned as she stroked him once, twice, three times. She grinned.
The Doctor raise an eyebrow at her smug expression. "Fine, if you're going to play it like that then." He batted her hand away from him and placed his hand between her legs. Rose gasped again as he slipped two fingers inside of her, knowing he could feel how wet she was. He pulled his fingers out with a grin, flicking her clit so her hips shot up off the bed before removing his hand and taking his turn at looking unbearably smug. "Seems to me you're more than ready, Rose Tyler."
"Well get on with it then," Rose ordered, smirking as he gave her a small salute before positioning himself at her entrance.
He looked at her questioningly, and she could see his tenuous grasp on control was beginning to break, all joking forgotten. "Rose, can I..."
She nodded. "Of course. I want you."
He thrust inside her and Rose gasped. The Doctor groaned loudly, and she looked up at him through the haze of pleasure that was clouding her vision and saw that his eyes were shut. His mouth was ever so slightly open and even though he wasn't smiling at all he was managing to radiate happiness. Rose had never seen him look so beautiful.
Of course, after that moment of clarity, he began thrusting and Rose was lost of a world of her legs around his waist and his lips sliding on hers and her moans and pleas of "more" and "Doctor" and "stop now and I will kill you", which raised a breathless chuckle from the Doctor even as he expelled his own stream of pleasure addled gibberish.
Despite her growing need to reach orgasm, Rose thought that right now, she could have stayed in this moment forever. Having sex with the Doctor was just perfection.
He began to thrust faster, his need overshadowing his wish to prolong this, and Rose buried one of her hands in his hair as her pleasure spiralled higher, thinking "next time, next time we'll go slow and meaningful."
It only took a few more thrusts and the Doctor's thumb rubbing tiny circles on her clit for Rose to shatter, hearing her slightly hoarse cry of pleasure as though it wasn't hers. She felt the Doctor tense above her and knew that he had reached completion as well, and she shuddered and gasped her way through her orgasm with him, perfectly in tune for a brief moment.
Rose floated gently down from her high, and the Doctor slowed, slipping out of her and flopping down next to her on his back, both of them breathing heavily. Rose curled into his side, a stupidly large grin spreading across her face. As dates went, this one had been pretty damn fantastic.
After a few minutes of cuddling and listening to their combined heartbeats slow, Rose slipped into the bathroom to clean herself up. The Doctor did the same after she was finished, and in no time they were back in his enormous bed together, the Doctor pressed against Rose's back and his arms around her waist. Rose placed her hands over his, enjoying the way every line of his body pressed into hers.
"Well," she said finally, "we finally did that."
They both laughed at that, the Doctor nuzzling her cheek. "Feels like we should've been doing it all along, doesn't it?"
Rose nodded. "Yeah, it does. Well, we got there in the end." She pressed herself even more tightly against him and closed her eyes, drifting gently off to sleep and just about feeling the gentle kiss he pressed upon her cheek.
Rose woke up in what might have been the morning, though on the TARDIS it was hard to tell, with the Doctor's arm curled around her. She snuggled into his chest and sighed happily, before it occurred to her that she never really expected the Doctor to be there when she woke up. She knew he didn't normally sleep that often, and he had slept almost the whole night a few days ago – she had assumed he would be up and about hours before she was.
She felt a warm tingly feeling spread through her as she realised he was staying because he wanted to be with her. All of a sudden the events of last night flooded back to her, all in vivid detail. Rose's eyes popped open of their own accord, and she was sure she felt a blush spreading all over her face.
She had had sex with the Doctor.
All that time, everything they'd been through and the times when she thought she'd never see him again, and it had finally happened. It wasn't just the sex – though that had been fantastic – it was the fact that they had finally taken this step. They were together now, officially and finally and completely. The Doctor wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and just that knowledge made her deeply happy in a way she hadn't been for a long time.
"Are you blushing?" a familiar voice murmured in her ear.
Rose looked up to see the Doctor peering down at her with a soft smile on his lips. "I was just... remembering last night."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "It was fun, wasn't it?" He leaned down and kissed her, and Rose stretched up to reciprocate, moaning grumpily when he pulled away after a few moments.
He chuckled. "No need to whine, we've got plenty of time to get to that. Time machine, remember? We can stay in here as long as we want."
"Yeah, but you won't be able to keep away from Jenny for that long. I know you, Doctor, and as much as I want to stay in bed with you forever – don't get cocky," she warned as he began to preen, "- you'll miss her before long. I'll miss her."
"You make a fair point," the Doctor sighed. "Still, I'd imagine that won't be for a while yet. Fancy seeing stars again?"
Rose grinned and rolled onto her back, the Doctor leaning over her. His lips were just about to touch hers again when he leaned too far. "Doctor!" Rose shrieked as they both toppled over the edge of the bed, dragging the quilt with them.
"Doctor, are you alright?" Rose was lying directly on top of him, and she quickly pushed herself up and let her own arms take her weight. The Doctor was groaning dazedly and blinking, but he looked up at her after a few seconds and smiled.
"I'm fine, though if kissing you is always going to be this traumatic then I might have to wear a helmet."
"Oh don't," Rose replied, smirking, "then I wouldn't be able to do this." She plunged her hands into his hair and dragged them through it, scratching her nails a little on his scalp and pulling just a bit. He just about purred, eyes flickering shut.
"OK, helmet's a no go," he said hoarsely as Rose moved her hands to stroke his sideburns.
It came to Rose in a flash that she was sitting very naked on top of a very naked Doctor on the floor of his bedroom, and she felt that tingling feeling again as total happiness spread through her. The Doctor seemed to notice her distraction, and took the opportunity to play with a lock of her hair, winding it through his fingers and peering at it curiously. Rose thought he would probably have put on his glasses if they had been at hand.
Now that was an idea.
"You know Doctor," Rose began, and the Doctor made a show of listening intently, rolling them over until he was hovering over her, pressing her into the floor slightly, "if we're staying here for a while, I think you should go and get your glasses."
"Can if you want Rose, though to be honest I doubt if they'd suit you."
Rose wrinkled her nose at him. "Oh ha ha," she said sarcastically, "you know what I mean. Those glasses of yours, they're... well they're very good on you. You should wear them more often, and definitely more often in bed."
The Doctor smirked at this assessment, leaning down towards her and staring into her eyes. "I might just do that, Rose Tyler. In fact, I think I'll go find them now. And I think I might take this with me." His hand wrapped firmly around the dark blue quilt that was half covering them both.
"Oh no you don't, it's cold in here, go get dressed if you're getting up." Immediately she regretted saying it – she didn't want the Doctor to get dressed again for quite a while.
The Doctor simply did one of his ridiculous childish grins at her before leaping up and yanking the quilt with him, leaving Rose lying on the floor, completely naked and gasping at the flood of cool air that swirled around her.
"You!" she shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him before jumping up and running after him as he sprinted around the other side of the bed, laughing hysterically as he leapt across it. He turned around on his knees and held up the duvet as an incredibly ineffective shield, but Rose was already upon him and she took him down with all the force of a stampeding elephant.
Of course, fighting turned very quickly to other activities, and Rose was grateful more than once over the next few hours that they had a time machine – they would never have gotten back to Martha's to pick Jenny up without the help of the TARDIS.