She couldn't believe it. He'd finally said it. He'd admitted it to her. He loved her. 'Well' she thought, 'If he can do it, then I'll be damned if I can't. Come on girl – what are you made of?'

And without a thought for the consequences she leant over his tensed form and placed a kiss on his lips. Although brief, she had enough time to register the warmth and salty taste of his soft lips, before opening her eyes and sitting back to gauge his reaction.

When he felt the soft warmth of her lips pressed to his, the Doctor quickly opened his eyes and stared at her; eyes wide with shock and happiness.

"Sorry." She said, misreading his response. "I'll um…go shall I…yes…. sorry…"

She began to back away, but the Doctor realising her mistake, quickly reacted. He lunged forward, with overzealous force and landed on her, flattening Rose on the rug. With a small cry of shock she felt his strong body pressed down against her and opened her eyes to see him staring intently at her. She had just enough time to gaze into those eyes and see them swirling with love and desire, before his mouth was against hers.

He kissed her desperately, as though trying to convey to her the strength of his emotions. She moaned into his hot mouth, and he roughly pushed his hot tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Then it was his turn to groan with pleasure as she sucked on his tongue. His hands were now tangled in her hair, and hers were travelling up and down his back; he shivered as she ran a slim finger down his spine, and under the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. His mouth moved slowly lower, first nuzzling at her neck, then lower still as he massaged and suckled at her warm breasts with his tongue. She moaned and bucked against him, accidentally brushing one hand against his groin. His whole body arched against her, pressing her further down into the woollen rug.

"Rose…" he panted, grabbing her hand to prevent any further movements. "Please… don't... We… can't…. I… can't…" She opened her eyes, and gazed at his flushed face. Before he could regain his breath, she spoke,

"It's OK. I… want … you… to. I… want you."

"But… we…. are you sure?" he sounded worried, yet hopeful.

"Please. Take me." Her voice was thick with desire – she couldn't wait any longer.

"But…"

"Right here, right now. That's what you've always said. Please. I love you. I want you…"

He needed no further encouragement. His eyes darkened with want and desire. She could see that he wanted her as badly as she did him. With a growl, he pounced on her once again, scooped her up in muscular arms and flung them both onto the bed.

To begin with he tried to be gentle with her, but as it was clear she could handle that, he put all his efforts into it and kissed her with a passion. Their bodies were a tangle of arms and legs, sliding over one another, both moaning at intervals. In the confusion that followed, the Doctor and Rose soon found themselves devoid of any clothing – realising that the time had come, Rose urged him to continue:

"Doctor. Please… I… need… you. Now…" she panted into his mouth.

With renewed energy, he nudged her legs open with his and positioned himself between them.

"Rose… I … love… you…." He spared a moment to reassure her, before driving himself deep inside her and pressing his lips once more to hers. The next thing she knew, they were both locked into a magical rhythm, he was exerting himself as he thrusted deeper, harder; whilst she met his thrusts with her own. The intense pressure built up inside them both and she knew she was close. On the brink of sanity, she found time to break away from his mouth, gaze once more into those sparkling eyes and whisper,

"I love you too."

"Damn right." he muttered, and thrust once more into her. They both cried together as they came, carried away on a wave of bliss. They clasped each other tightly, and stayed like that until the moment of oblivion had passed.

Some time later, when they had recovered somewhat, Rose finally sighed:

"Oh Doctor… how did you do that? That was just…" She stopped, lost for words.

He grinned and finished the sentence for her, "Fantastic?"

The last thing he saw was a pillow being flung in his direction as she pounced on him, giggling playfully.

Finit