Chapter Six: By Any Other Name

There was clearly something wrong with the TARDIS's translator circuits because Rose could have sworn she'd just heard the Doctor ask her to... to stop him.

No, she couldn't have done. She'd imagined it.

Besides, she reasoned, actions spoke louder than words, and the Doctor's actions were quite frankly screaming that he absolutely did not want to stop. He was still kissing her, still touching her, and still... sexually compatible with humans -- even more so than he had been before. So all in all, Rose thought it safe to assume that what she'd heard, what she'd thought she'd heard, had been the result of a bang on the head, most likely when she'd fainted.

Yes, that made much more sense.

With a low moan, the Doctor stopped kissing her, pulling away for a second, just long enough to remove Rose's t-shirt and throw it to the floor. With a dark and possessive gaze he breathed in every detail of her as she lay under him, her soft curves still held modestly behind a scant veil of white lace. Slowly he lowered his mouth to taunt one rose peak with a warming breath from his wicked mouth, before dropping fleeting kisses along the line where lace and skin met. His lips hovered for a moment above her heart, and Rose wondered if he knew how fast it was beating.

He shifted his weight slightly, one hand moving between their bodies, tugging at the buckle of his belt then making swift work of the button and zip on Rose's jeans.

"Rose, please you have to..."

She gasped, her hips rocking upward, her body crying out for more, her hands moving to the Doctor's shoulders, her fingers raking down his back. She curled her toes as the Doctor breathed butterfly kisses to her semi-covered breast, and his hand smoothed down her stomach.

"I'm sorry..." he groaned. "I have to... sorry... only way."

Rose's cloudy eyes fluttered open, confused as to why he was apologising, but then his mouth was at her throat again, kisses moving toward her ear, words being whispered as his hands moved down, down, down.

A smile danced at her lips and she turned her mouth to try and catch the Doctors, but then she heard his voice at her ear, dark and full of passion.

"Want you so much. Always have... Jackie."

Rose's eyes opened wide as the fire that had burned so fiercely within her, suddenly froze like ice.

Instantly she let out a scream of rage, angrily pushing the Doctor off her and onto the floor as she scrambled free of the bed and stood for a second staring at him in absolute fury. He was staring back up at her, dressed in only his black jeans, his arms behind him propping him up as his eyes, still dark with desire, trailed over Rose with a hungered and possessive look. He licked his lips.

''Rose..."

Oh, now that just took the biscuit! Rose grabbed one of the huge feather pillows from the bed and began to beat the Doctor with it.

"Oh, so now you remember my name, do you?" The pillow struck the back of the Doctor's head with a surprisingly powerful 'thunk'.

"My Mum was right about you!" Another swing, another 'thunk'. "Pervert!" she yelled. "Alien weirdo! Sex maniac! Slimeball!"

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.

The Doctor gave a low animalistic growl and made a grab for Rose's arm. She knocked his hand away with the pillow, then swung it back toward his head again.

"All this time and you've been lusting after my mother!" THUNK!

Another growl, darker, louder, and god-dammit -- sexier.

The Doctor made a lunge forward, catching hold of Rose before she could take aim with the pillow, and with his arm around her waist he dragged her down onto the floor beside him. Rose was winded for a second but nonetheless tried to break free, the Doctor however was faster and stronger. With one easy movement he rolled her over onto her back, lifting her arms above her head and holding them there as he straddled her body, pinning her beneath him.

Captive under the Doctor, Rose could do nothing more than squirm wildly and glare up into his face. She wanted to scratch his eyes out, she wanted to slap his face, she wanted to drag his mouth down to hers and kiss him till he -- no, no, no. Bad Rose!

She wriggled some more.

"Rose."

"What?" she snapped.

"Stay still."

"Why should I?" she demanded, wriggling again.

The Doctor leant forward, his mouth only a breath away from hers as he spoke. "Because this is hard enough, without you doing that."

"What's hard enou...?

He shifted slightly and Rose stilled, her question answered.

"Oh."