A.N.: -Sex in this chapter but hopefully tastefully done. Not really sure though…first sex scene I've ever written! Not for minors.

And Loving It.

Rose kept her lips pressed to the Doctor's for a long moment before realising that he was not kissing back.

Upon realising this, she also realised that she had indeed, just kissed the Doctor.

She realised that she was still kissing the Doctor.

Rose jumped away, turning crimson and refusing to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry Doctor, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot or…I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that…oh God I'm so sorry."

The Doctor, through all of this, had not moved even a single inch. He was staring at Rose silently, mouth slightly open, and eyes wide and disbelieving.

"Doctor say something. Don't hate me please. I'm sorry, if you want me out of your way I'll go I promise never to kiss you again just don't hate me."

"You'll do no such thing."

In her confusion at his statement Rose chanced a glance at his face. Upon seeing his expression, she felt herself falling into his gaze. What her paranoid guilt had taken for shock and repulsion, turned out to be a look of unashamed wonderment.

He was looking at her in that way again. That way that made it seem like he had not truly realised the solidity of her presence before. Like he had just noticed that she did exist and that he was not going crazy, hoping for an angel to keep him company and watch over him.

He lifted a hand, slightly trembling to his lips. He brushed his thumb over his top lip and then over the bottom, all the while staring up at her with quiet awe.

"Never promise not to kiss me again."

The Doctor brought himself up on to all fours, hands and knees. It was pretty much all the height that the hatchway underneath the console would allow for him. He slowly slunk over to Rose, crawling to her, unsmiling, with a predatory glint in his eye.

Rose thought to herself that she had never seen him looking so animalistic. He seemed all instinct and intent. Not for the first time, Rose felt a spark of fear run through her as she looked at this wild one. The fear however, was not bad. It was the good primal fear felt when realising that good things were about to come in unexpected ways.

She sat on her hunches, watching him stalk towards her.

As he reached her, he put his face right up to hers. His eyed were heavy lidded, seeing her perfectly and yet quite obviously not seeing her at all, all at the same time.

He kept away at just a few inches distance, turning his head every now and then to breathe on the side of her face, on her neck, over her lips.

Rose's heart was beating almost painfully inside her chest. Her own breathing rapid as her body tried to increase oxygen to her brain, which was fast becoming foggy and hazy in the attack on her senses.

"Rose."

He breathed her name in a heady and dangerous manner. Her own eyes heavy and clouded looked in to his as he continued to make his breath dance along her skin in an airy caress.

"Don't ever make that promise."

He was stalling. He realised this, as did she. He was giving her an option.

By keeping that small distance apart, he was giving her the choice to end it. Put a stop to it before it even started. He wanted her to initiate the kiss as she had the first. He didn't want the guilt of being the taker. If he started this, he would feel like he had let her down. Taken her trust and used it to his advantage. He wanted to be sure that this was what she wanted. That she couldn't hold anything against him.

He thought then that she would take his offer of retreat. She just looked at him, silent and still.

He felt that his world would crash down around him if she pushed him away.

But she didn't.

She brought her lips to his in a soft kiss as sweet as the last. For a moment they just held their lips to each other's before they began to respond to one another. Lips slid together in a timeless passionate dance. One kiss led into another, into another, until it was impossible to tell when one kiss ended and another began.

Rose's arms drifted up to tangle around the Doctor's neck, one hand reaching to stroke her fingers through the wild and unruly hair she adored so much.

He pulled her down to lay with him on the floor of the hatch. Continuing their kisses, he stroked his hands along her arms, causing goose bumps to rise up on her flesh. He broke the kiss and pulled up on to his elbow to gaze down at her. Caressing the skin of her arms, moving his hands to other parts of her body, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, he looked into her eyes, watching the way her face reacted to his ministrations.

She couldn't think straight. She was just a battlefield of emotions and sensations.

Her breathing was laboured and her blood was rushing around her head.

She lifted her arms to his shoulders and started to slide him out of his suit jacket. He allowed her to do so, no longer letting his hands roam, just watching her as she began to remove his clothing.

His dark brown eyes held her in an intense stare as he moved away towards her feet. Eyes locked together, his hands went to her shoes, slowly undoing the laces of her trainers, slipping them off of her feet and then removing her socks. His gentle yet slightly calloused hands came down to the tops of her feet and he allowed them to slowly slip below the hem of her jeans, brushing up her smooth legs. While he was doing this, the Doctor silently wrestled with his own footwear. Using his feet to gently kick off his own shoes and socks.

When he had finished, he moved back up her body, laid himself on top of her to resume their kissing. Rose's arms wound themselves back around the Doctor's neck as their lips and tongues grew accustomed to each other. Arms roamed and legs tangled for a while until the Doctor pulled himself away again.

If this was going to happen, he wanted to take things slowly and have the chance to really enjoy this angel below him.

He slowly pulled down the zip of her hooded top, removing it from her body and shoving it in a heap beside her. Their eyes locked again as Rose loosened his tie and pulled it off over his head. Her hands went lower and began nervously fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He brought one hand down to stop her. The look he gave her told her to be patient and take her time. She allowed him to help her with his buttons, leisurely popping them open and baring his lovely pale chest.

As she was finishing with his buttons, he made a start on hers. She was wearing a pale lavender short-sleeved shirt, but that soon found itself with her hoody and the Doctor's suit jacket and shirt.

The Doctor's gaze shifted from her eyes to take in the sight of her body. He wasn't surprised at the modest white cotton bra with its dainty bows and flowers. Roses funnily enough.

He popped open the button on the waistband over her jeans and pulled down the zip. As he lowered the garment over her hips, he began to appreciate the way in which the white bra and matching panties showed off her light tan. He slid the jeans down her legs, removing them and throwing them with the rest of their discarded clothing.

Finding that he now had her in nothing but her underwear, the Doctor yet again moved up her body, settling himself between her parted thighs. He stroked and kneaded her bare skin as he dipped his head back down for a slow and sensual kiss. They didn't even need to fight for dominance in the kiss. They were perfect equals, attuned to each other, happy for the kiss to just be what it was, no power struggle, just understanding and acceptance. Tongues darted out tasting each other.

Rose allowed her hands to move to his waistband now, puling down his trousers and his boxers both together. She couldn't resist pushing them down over his bum so her hands could get a feel of the soft skin. When she could no longer reach to move them any lower, the Doctor helped her out by removing them himself and dumping them on the ever-increasing pile.

He was completely naked, still positioned between her legs; the only things separating them were the very frail and thin garments still adorning Rose.

She could feel the heat of his desire against her and she loved the idea that it was because of her. The look in his eyes told her that he wanted nothing more than to claim her as his. Not in an egotistical dominance way, but as an equal. Claim her as the other part of him. The one to make him whole and complete.

Her eyes told him that she was offering herself to him in every way. She offered him her heart, her future and her body. All she needed for him to do was take and the silent pact would be sealed.

He moved again to rest on his elbow and take the time to simply look at her, allowing her to do the same.

He laid there in all his glory, no embarrassment or shame, mutely begging for her acceptance of all that he was.

Rose decided to show her acceptance by removing her underclothing herself, letting herself watch the fascination in his eyes. His gaze never wavered from hers as she took off her bra, flung it to the side, removed her panties and threw them too.

Only when she was completely nude before him did he allow his eyes to move from hers and freely roam over her body.

She seemed suddenly embarrassed by her nakedness but made no move to cover up. He took this as a sign of her trust for him and he was deeply appreciative.

Yet again he allowed his hands to stroke, caress and knead the delicate flesh of her body. Moving back to lie above her, he brought his lips down to the soft skin behind her ear.

Rose drifted her hands around to his back, touching and feeling, finding out the infamous mole for herself. All the while the Doctor kept making small lazy butterfly kisses down her neck, down to her collarbone, where he allowed his teeth to graze over the skin ever so slightly. His head bent lower to pay attention to a breast. Rose moaned softly as he took a hard nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue around it. Her hands continued to travel over his back, letting her nails make light scratches over his skin.

He removed himself from the nipple and started licking lazily at her sternum, not far away from her heart. He found a fascination of the trace of heartbeat he could detect underneath his tongue. He started licking and kissing higher and higher in a bid to reach her mouth again, his tongue making a quick halt at the dip just below her neck. As his mouth found hers again, he gave her one earth-shattering kiss before slightly pulling away to look at her. Her looked at her straight, eyes trying to communicate to her that it was time, this was it.

Rose spread her legs just a tiny bit more, trailing her hands down to his lower back, silently begging him on, convincing him of her permission.

Two sets of deep brown eyes stayed locked together as the Doctor slowly slid inside of her, eliciting two simultaneous gasps.

He gave Rose a moment to become accustomed to his girth before he started to languorously thrust and move inside her. Eyes were kept open, trained on each other's faces, searching for every look of pleasure, every frown of ecstasy.

Moans and gasps were brought forth from two throats, sweat mingled as arms and legs tangled, fingernails grasped at skin and at hair. Lips clashed together, more fiery and desperately than the previous kisses.

Rose whimpered into his kiss with loss whenever he retreated ever so slightly, just to moan with pleasure every time he came back, hitting a wonderfully sensitive knot deep inside her.

The Doctor's pace increased. She felt so amazing beneath him, all hot skin, straining muscle, tight and heady. He breathed her in, his head swimming with the joy of it all. The sensations he had denied himself for so long.

They were entwined for an eternity. Touching, feeling, caressing. Moving in a primal act of need and acceptance. Muscles tightened and clenched as Rose felt her climax growing. Her hands gripping onto the Doctor's bum, keeping him driving into her again and again. She threw her head back as she came, her gasps and moans of bliss bringing the Doctor along too.

They stayed locked together for some time. Sweat dried on flushed skin. Panting eased up. Heart rates returned to normal. They lay together, stroking and sighing in contentment, peppering each other with sweet delicate kisses.

They lay in each other's arms, sated, exhausted, and truly content for the first time in a long while.

A.N.: -I fear I may have got a little carried away in this chapter, but honestly, who wouldn't with a horny predatory Tenth Doctor?! ;-)