A/N: Ok, this was supposed to be a oneshot but I've had several requests for a continuation so I'll see what I can do. Have been mulling a story over in my brain for a while so we'll see if I can fuse the two together. Please keep reviewing, makes me smile. Nova x

She was running. Running so fast but getting nowhere. Each door she passed opened out into empty space, pulling her into the void. Around her the faces, so many faces. Marred with the markings he couldn't translate, he'd failed her. He knew everything but when it came to it nothing. The faces she loved, Mickey, Jackie, Pete, Jack, Gwyneth and so many others, thick black lines on their skin, red eyes burning into her soul. And him chained, bathed in red and smoke, beckoning her to him with dripping lips and razored fangs. And yet the Doctor stood aside, not looking at her, not recognising her. She reached for him as she ran but her hands went through him like he was mist. And then she was falling…falling so fast and the falling smelled like bacon…bacon…why would falling smell like bacon? Oh she wanted bacon…he cooked good bacon, pink and crispy. The bacon was talking, reaching out with greasy hands to shake her awake… She wanted bacon so much.

"Bacon?" Rose murmured as she sat up, blinking the sleep from her eyes, "Bacon?"

"Well I've never been called that before, hope it doesn't stick."

"Wha…" She shook her head as the face before her came into focus, beaming down at her and waving what appeared to be a sandwich in her face, "Doctor?"

"Oh, not bacon anymore?" he whined, "I'm offended. Thought it was some cute nickname you'd thought up, how exactly bacon can be cute I don't know but…"

"What are you babbling about?" said Rose, finally coming to her senses and feeling the memories of the night before come back to her in glorious high definition, the Doctor certainly had some staying power.

The Doctor smiled down at her and offered her the plate, "Thought you might be hungry after last night's…exertions," he said with a slight blush to his cheeks, the redness only heightening as Rose sat up, letting the bed sheet fall from her as she did.

Rose looked down at her naked form before quirking an eyebrow up at him and taking the sandwich from his hand and biting into it, not caring to cover herself up. Despite how delicious the bacon was she was far more interested in the look of unbridled lust that had passed over the Doctor's features.

"How can anyone make a bacon sandwich look sexy?" he mumbled to himself, shifting his position on Rose's large double bed to conceal the front of his pyjama bottoms.

"Its an art," said Rose, polishing off said sandwich in record time and laying the plate on the night stand, "Is this what I'm going to get every morning, breakfast in bed? I should have jumped you months ago."

The Doctor crossed his arms on the bed and lay his head on them, turning his face to her, "I wish you had," he said with a sweet smile, "Last night was amazing."

Rose giggled and slid down to lie next to him, "You weren't bad I suppose."

She heard him pull a pillow from beneath him and already had her arms in place to defend herself as it come down on her head. She grabbed it off him and hit him back on the shoulder before chucking it away from the bed and sitting astride him, pinning him down. She had thought their first 'morning after' would have been all gentle wakenings and sweet nothings but somehow bacon sandwiches and pillow fights seemed much more like the Doctor and Rose found she liked it just fine. The previous night had been their time for whispered declarations of love, in between the passionate moments, in the plural Rose had been very glad to note.

Rose lowered herself down to the Doctor and placed a delicate kiss to his waiting lips before sliding herself down to lay against him, fitting comfortably into his side. His hand came up to brush a few strands of hair from her eyes before he spoke.

"No regrets?" he said softly, his fingers trailing onto the ivory skin of her throat.

"None at all," said Rose, "You're an amazing dancer Doctor."

Rose felt the laughter against her cheek and smiled all the more for it, tightening her embrace on him.

The shrill ringing of her mobile phone cut through the moment like a knife and she heard the Doctor curse in a language that the TARDIS chose not to translate. Rose groaned and pulled herself up from the Doctor's arms, recognising the ring tone she had assigned to her mother. Shireen must have tipped her off that Rose was back in town and now she was being summoned from her comfy love nest. Rose gave a small smirk at how easily the word love had slipped into her relationship with the Doctor in the space of a few hours. She fumbled with her jeans which had been unceremoniously flung to the floor and pulled the phone from her pocket. She flipped it open and held it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"He is awake."

Rose paled, remnants of her dream hovering at the side of her consciousness, "Excuse me?"

Her mother's shrill tones echoed back at her.

"I said, are you awake? Clearly not fully yet or hung over, what's he had you drinking or don't I want to know? Shireen said you were in town and I was wondering if you were going to bother coming to see me. I can see the TARDIS outside so I know you're still on the planet. Do you know…"

Rose struggled to listen to her mother's chatter as the Doctor slid his arms around her waist and began to run delicate butterfly kisses up from the base of her spine to her neck, filling her with delicious bolts of electricity. She half heartedly tried to bat him away but soon gave up, trying to disguise the moan that escaped her lips with a cough. She felt the handset being taken from her grip and then heard the Doctor's voice, annoyingly level and calm considering his previous behaviour.

"I'll have her at your front door in half an hour Jackie," he said, hanging up on her continuing prattle. He turned to see Rose rubbing at a patch on her arm.

"You alright?"

Rose finished scratching at the black mark, removing it from her skin, "Yeah, was just a bit of eye liner or something smudged on there. Funny, looked a bit like one of those symbols on the sanctuary base."

The Doctor gave her an amused half smile, "Well something possessed you last night but I don't think somehow it was that, more like several glasses of cheap wine and the love of a Time Lord!"

"Something like that," said Rose with a smile before climbing off the bed and heading towards the bathroom, "I'm going for a shower."

"Sure," said the Doctor, running an admiring gaze over her figure… just making sure.

A/N:Sorry if this chapter is a bit slow moving, things will really get going in the next one. Struggling to keep the rating at T so future warnings that it may go up slightly but will try to keep it smut free. Anyone who wants smut let me know, I have several oneshots that will do the job.