In This Skin

The days went by and the Doctor slowly recuperated, he had been severely drained of his energy and that had affected his healing process. The police box had been moved to her balcony as he worked on a few repairs.

They both knew that the minute the old girl was up and running properly a decision would have to be made.

Every night they would talk until the sun came up and during the days she would go off to work and he would work on the Tardis.

Rose hadn't told anyone about his arrival, somehow she felt as if she wanted to keep him all to herself – after having gone so long without him, she needed all of him and with each passing day the hurt began to die away, her entire self becoming lighter and happier but the hurt was now being replaced with dread.

Would he leave? Ask her to come along? Would he leave her behind once more if he felt she wasn't safe?

Besides that they both tried to tip toe around the occurrence that had danced through their heads through out the last ten years – their kiss. She had never in all her life felt so much electricity in one kiss. After having been left behind eventually she had gotten back in the dating scene and every man she met she compared to him – every kiss goodnight she hoped for just a bit of that electricity, but there had been nothing.

The man that would forever be sketched into her soul and heart was him – all 910 years of him.

"One hell of an age gap" she thought to herself as she worked on her client, a small smile formed on her lips as the memories for the first time in a long time, actually only brought about smiles and laughter – he had helped her reclaim that during the past days.

They would hug, sleep in the same bed, and hold hands but never crossing that fine line that they seem to be hovering over. She could tell that he was holding back that every kiss on her cheek would linger just a tad bit longer than necessary that every caress and hug always lingered a bit after – as if trying to will themselves to back up and not devour the other in kisses.

The Doctor felt absolutely miserable. He had returned and found Rose, he was happy for that. But he had made such a mess of their relationship by leaving her behind that he no longer knew where he stood with her.

They had kissed before he had left, declared their love for each other – that had been understood but now, what were they to do?

He loved her with all his being and was prepared to bring her along if she wished, hell, he was willing to stay on earth and forget about his time travels just to have the woman of his dreams in his arms once more, where she belonged.

With that settled he decided that tonight he would lay all the cards out on the table. He just couldn't keep on like this – the Tardis was almost done in its repairs and a decision would have to be made. He just hoped that Rose chose him; it would break his heart if she declined.

Just as she stepped through the door she heard the phone ring. Making her way over to it she found herself with Rob on the line. They had gone out a few times and he had been a nice fellow but in the end he wasn't the man she loved – no one could ever measure up to him.

Slipping of her shoes as they talked she was completely unaware of the Doctor behind her.

He could hear the entire conversation – so she was dating? He thought to himself. It really shouldn't surprise him, Rose was an extraordinary woman.

Feeling of wave of panic rising within him he began to formulate a new plan. He loved her and she him, he was going to bare his soul tonight during their nightly chats but another idea popped up instead.

Coming to her side he carefully moved so that she wouldn't pick up on his presence. Standing behind her he slipped his arm around her waist and held her snugly to him. He heard the small gasp and change in her breathing but she continued her conversation with Rob.

With his other free hand he moved her hair, that wasn't as long as before, and exposed her creamy white neck. Tilting his own head he began to trail kisses along her jaw line – one hand resting on her shoulder and the other one lay flat against her stomach. Rose tilted her head a bit to give him better access.

Bidding Rob a farewell she hung up on him abruptly. The Doctor still kept kissing her neck, turning her around to face him blue once more met brown but this time no sorrow could be seen in their gazes – instead love and need burn in them.

Bringing her to him their mouth collided and they were both swept up in a sea of passion. Making quick work of her blouse he had her almost naked in record time. His hand travel over her form – the new curves that lay for him – she was different now, these past ten years had done her good – he thought to himself.

This wasn't the same Rose he had fallen in love with, this was a woman now and God helped him he began to fall in love with her all over again the minute their lips had touched once more.

Scooping her up into his arms he began to walk them towards her bedroom. Tonight he was about to kick down the last final barrier that stood between them and happiness. She was his Rose and no one could ever doubt that, not even she. He was going to love her now and forever and he pitied whoever thought otherwise.

Rose couldn't find a way to just hang up on Rob. She had decided on her way from work that she was going to finally come clean to the Doctor. Although his presence in her life once more made everything so much brighter and happy she was going to put that in risk once more in order to finally know where they stood.

Not knowing was eating her up on the inside – tonight she would know for sure and she was ready for anything.

Just as she was about to come up with some quick excuse to hang up she felt an arm snake around her waist. It could only be him and her heart began to pound wildly in her chest. Every nerve screaming that it was him finally claiming what had been his from the beginning.

The Doctor's hand lay flat on her stomach and she could feel his hard body behind hers as he began to trail kisses along her jaw. Groaning inwardly her ability to form coherent sentences began to escaper her, concentrating as hard as she could managed to form an excuse and finally freed herself of Rob.

Turning around she met his eyes and what she saw there shot straight to her heart. His eyes were an unbelievably dark shade of blue – something completely inhuman. Bringing her lips to his she almost felt like crying as she felt that electricity she had craved all these years building between them. It was as if they had never stopped ten years ago.

His hands moved all over her body as he began to undress her hurriedly, his hands only stopping momentarily to relish the feel of her curves – his appreciative sighs filling the silence of her flat. Scooping her into his arms he headed for her bedroom and the rest of the night was spent in each other arms.

Groaning each others name Rose experienced bliss she had thought herself incapable of feeling – as if everything around her melted and the only constant was their heart beats, the feel of skin against skin as they moved against each other, and their breaths flowing between them as a life force.

He wasn't a gentle lover, but then again she never expected him to be. Everything he did was intense and forceful and so was his lovemaking, but just like his kisses, still retaining this gentle touch that made her feel absolutely precious and adored.

"Open your eyes, look at me Rose" he asked her in a low throaty voice as he moved above her. Opening her eyes she once more found herself starring into his almost black eyes, passion darkening them with each thrust of their bodies. Pulling herself up a bit more she put her arm around his shoulder and he lifted her towards him. Stopping their movement for a while they both looked deeply into each others eyes – so much love ran through them.

Running her hand along his face he turned to the side and kissed her palm and she couldn't help but smile. This is where she belonged, where she had always been destined to be. Smiling back he once more swept them up into a haze of passion that enveloped them until nothing else mattered.

Reason would come in the morning but for now they only loved each other and took what they had been deprived of all these years.

To Be Continued

More to come...did I get away with the T rating? I'm so akward when it comes to writing love scenes. Enjoy guys.