The fourth, and final, instalment of the Venice fanfic.bear in mind, that this is the first fanfic I've ever written. You have been warned. Sorry all the other chapters have been kinda short, but, y'know, what with the first story thing and all that...
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but if I did, the Doctor and Rose would be happily married and would have lots of little Doctors and Roses running about, much to Jack's pleasure. He would like children. Anyhoo, I digress. And now, the long-awaited:
VENICE PT. 4.
What's he doing?
What am I doing?
This is ok… I could get used to this.
Good, she seems to like it...I could get used to this.
Oh, gosh, I hope that's his sonic screwdriver.
That's not my sonic screwdriver, is it?
Somehow or other, during these thoughts, the Doctor had manoeuvured them over to the bed.
He's quite the expert, isn't he?
Actually, I haven't done this in a while.
What the...?
It's alright, it's only me.
You're in my HEAD. That's not "alright".
Oh, stop over-reacting.
I'M NOT OVER REACTING. YOU'RE READING MY MIND.
It's a Gallifreyan thing. Whenever two people, one or both Gallifreyan, share a passionate moment together, they can read each other's minds.
And you didn't bother to tell me until now because...?
I didn't think you loved me the way that I love you.
The Doctor's tounge had managed to part Rose's lips and now was exploring her mouth. Rose ran a finger down his spine,making him groan into her throat. Rose pulled away at this, and started to undress herself, slowly, so slowly.
The Doctor couldn't bear it any longer, and shed his jacket. You could see the firm bulge in his trousers by now. Rose had stepped back a little way, and was down to her rather...interesting...underwear.
The Doctor grinned saucily, and with a flash of hands, had undone Rose's underwear. Rose slunk over to the bed, "accidentally" brushing the hardness of the Doctor's groin.He almost fell to his knees right there and then. But he struggled on, and managed to get undressed. With another saucy grin, he flung himself onto the bed, right on top of Rose.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean, 'what am I doing'?"
"Well, what about contraceptives? I'm not on the pill, and you don't seem to be wearing a-"
"Automatic contraceptive. If I don't want to release, I just think that I don't want to. And I don't."
"Another Gallifreyan thing, I presume?"
"Yup. Mind you, I've always wanted a little kid to call my own."
"Says the man who doesn't do domestic!"
"Life changes. Fast."
Rose flipped them over, so she was on top.She was making her way down, under the covers. Kissing, on the neck, the shoulder, the chest, the stomach, any second now she was going to reach...
The Doctor gasped. Loudly. He flipped them over again and brought her up.
"What was that for?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
He was so kind and courteous, and without a doubt would have stopped there and then if she'd asked him to.Rose appreciated him for that.
"Yes."
That manic grin again, before the ride of a lifetime.
Later, much later, Rose lay sleeping on the Doctor's muscly chest. He may look thin and lanky, but he's really rather well-muscled.
"I love you, Doctor."
"I'll love you for eternity, Rose."
"For eternity."
They never did make it to the gondola ride.
FIN.
Unless anyone wants me to write anymore. I'm always open for requests.
So, what did you think guys? Flames wil be used to make the Daleks live again.
And trust me, you don't want that.