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"Tea?" Rose asked, releasing Sherlock's hand, but he captured her hand and pulled her to him. She grinned.

"I'm in the mood for something else entirely," he growled in a low voice, gazing into her eyes. "But first…" He pulled her teleporter off her wrist and slid it into his trouser pocket before she could take it back.

"What're you doing?" she demanded.

"That device is an unfair advantage, Ms. Tyler."

Before she could protest further he captured her lips, looping an arm around her waist and lifting her as he spun thirty degrees so she was against the wall near the door while he shrugged out of his coat and scarf, never breaking contact as he allowed his garments to fall to the floor. Her mind exploded in desire. The same desire she felt every time she looked at him.

As he deepened the kiss a rush of heat flooded through her body. His hand found its way to the side of her neck, his finger sliding back and forth along her exposed skin. Oh, god. She let out a low gasp of pleasure.

This was what she wanted. What she'd been longing for since their first kiss. His touch elicited responses in her body, responses she hadn't felt in years. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch her.

Her gasp was enough to bring the madness back, madness that only she created within him. His body responded to the sound of her voice as if it were always meant to. He pinned her further against the wall, releasing her lips to caress the skin of her neck with hungry lips that wanted to feel every inch of her body.

Rose could no longer hold back the desire he elicited in her. She slid her hands under the back his shirt collar, trailing her nails over his skin. He growled, bringing out that cheeky grin, but in the next moment he nipped at her neck and another gasp escaped her lips.

"You drive me mad," he whispered into her ear, his warm breath ghosting across her skin. Oh, god.

She shivered. Before she could reply he captured her lips. She pulled his shirt from his trousers. Trailing her nails across his lower back and was rewarded by another low growl. She grinned into their kiss and was punished by a nip to her lower lip, but god what a punishment that was.

The feel of her nails on his skin was enough to enhance the madness that had taken him over body and mind. He wanted her, more than he'd ever wanted anything and he would have her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and stepped away from the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

He could feel the heat of her desire radiating from her body to his and it was all he could do not to take her right there on the floor, but he held himself back as he carried her across the room, through the kitchen, down the hall and into his room without breaking contact. One hand around her waist while the other slid under her tank top, trailing his own nails across her back. He was rewarded by a moan and the last bit of his rational mind snapped. He threw her down, trapping her on his bed. He tasted the skin of her neck and then the exposed skin of her chest. His other hand slid under her tank top, exploring first her stomach and then higher. Her breath hitched, making him grin.

He had never before lost control over a woman. He was always able to keep his emotions separate. Not even the woman had this much control over him, but Rose Tyler wasn't just a woman. Stardust. She was so much more. He spent days chasing her and every time she eluded him. Slipped through his fingers, but not anymore. He finally had her and he was never letting her go. He captured her lips for a moment before pulling back to gaze into her eyes.

"You're mine, Rose Tyler," he said, a statement not a question, his voice dropping a few octaves.

She grinned and with strength he wouldn't have believed she possessed she rolled him onto his back, trapping him between her thighs. She trailed her own kisses up his neck, excruciatingly slow. His entire body erupted in fire. He grabbed the sheets as his breath caught in his throat. She pressed that cheeky grin against the skin of his neck. Then she bent next to his ear, her hair teasing his neck.

"And you, Sherlock Holmes are mine," she whispered.

With those catlike reflexes he possessed he trapped her beneath him once again and somehow managed to remove her tank top in the process. She grinned as she caught his smoldering gaze.

"That is an unfair advantage, Mr. Holmes," she said, her grin turning cheeky as she reached up and snapped all the buttons off his shirt in one move. His room was filled with the sound of buttons striking walls and the floor. He grinned.

"Forty-two," he replied.

"Forty-two what?" she asked, but every thought was banished from her mind as he trailed slow kisses down her stomach. Oh, god!

Her mind exploded in desire. Her hands found their way into his soft curls. She moaned and in the next moment his mouth was on hers, but he pulled back a moment later and caught her gaze.

"You'll find out."

Before she could take in his words his lips were again exploring her body, leaving behind a trail of heat. She slid her nails down his back, but gasped as he nipped her belly, releasing a growl in response and in the next moment his hands were on her trousers.

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