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The next morning—if that was what it could be considered—Rose woke up in the Doctor's bed. His body was curled up beside her with their limbs tangled together, one of his hands resting just above her heart with his fingertips lightly brushing over the spot of her night shirt where the three specific letters of one word were hiding beneath the fabric. She was unsure if he were even asleep but she did not care whether or not of he was. He was a nice cuddler. A soft sigh escaped from her. Everything felt so right. It had been a while since she felt this at ease, which she was grateful for after discussing their feeling about that past adventure she chose to forget. Now, though, she was content.

All of those years she spent fighting to get back to him and then more fighting to forget about him. But in all that time, and even now, she always had a constant reminder to guide her through the trials and tribulations, the ups and downs—the word written in black ink above her heart. Back then in the early days of trying to find a way back to this universe she was unsure if she would ever find happiness again since she was denied it in the other world. Through her frustrations of never finding him and for leaving her on that damned beach she knew that she would have never been able to move beyond him and his life. But she knew that she would never be pleased with the environment she was stuck in.

If fate had not allowed her to finally come back she would have remained alone, becoming a bitter old woman until the end. She would have watched everybody around her die. Every single person around her would wither and decay before her very eyes and she would live on to become miserable, draining the remainder of their lives without ever knowing it. That was not a way of living.

She snuggled a little closer to her Doctor, into his warmth. A grin spread across her face when she felt his arms tightening around her, almost protectively. No, not almost—it was exact. She loved him, truly loved him. It was not a 'lovesick teenage-like crush' as her mother and Mickey had convinced her to believe. It was Love—true and deep. So deep, written with a capital 'L' in bright, bold red. She admitted that there were times where she tried to hold those feelings back and deny their existence, but she knew deep down she could never do such a thing. Everything she felt when she first met this man beside her, every feeling, was coming back to her again. She may not say it out loud but in her heart and in her mind it was the most honest and purest and truest love she had ever had.

What she had felt for the man the Doctor once was in his previous incarnation, the first face of his she ever saw, was love. Only now, when looking back at it, it was a pale comparison to everything she felt now. Even more than the words declaring her love for him while she was standing on that sandy beach with a holographic image of him that she was not even able to touch. No, what she felt now was more real and more sure. She had to admit that it sounded barmy since he was the same man, but she for felt like they were starting over yet at the same time picking up where they left off. She was beginning to know him better this time around. He was more open with himself than he has ever been, letting her see the hidden pieces of this new man he was becoming.

It was different. Whether it was good different or bad different, she did not know, but in a way it was as if he had regenerated when she was gone and a new new new Doctor had emerged from the golden flames with the same features and traits, but also with a little something else added into the mix that allowed him to be more open.

Rose heard the Doctor's breathing shift, evidence that he was in fact asleep this whole time and would be waking up shortly. It was so rare to see him resting like this, even more rare to have her wake up before him. Still, it was rewarding. When they had slipped into bed last night they had shared a few tender lingering kisses before he put a halt to them so that she could get her sleep. Honestly she did not want to stop. All this time she had been wanting to taste those lips of his in their early days of travelling and they had so much time to make up for. To her his lips were laced with cocaine, and she just could not have enough of his taste once she tried it once. It was an addiction, but at least this was a good one.

The Doctor's arms began to move as he stretched his body, grunting. Rose bit her lip as she watched him. His hair was disarray and no lines or creases were etched into his face. Damn, he looked good in the morning.

"Morning," he mumbled. "Sleep well?"

Rose responded clearly by pouncing him, bringing him in with a hard searing kiss, setting them both ablaze. He was a bit shocked by the sudden reaction out of her and probably had a blank mind now, but he was finding himself responding with equal fervor, fighting for control.

Shifting in his spot he placed his hands on her hips and rolled himself down to lay on his back, bringing her along with him as she straddled him. One of his hands raised up to slide through her silky blonde hair, cradling the back of her head. He wretched his mouth from hers to pepper her chin and jaw with softer kisses, trailing down to her neck and down to her pulse point. Her heart rate was elevating heavily from the heat. He froze for a moment, his lips remaining there before he gently sucked on the spot. She let out a moan the second his cool tongue laved over her flesh, her own lips marking their territory across his forehead, mapping out the freckles on his cheeks then down to his neck.

Caught up in his own activities the Doctor had not even realized that Rose had pushed herself up to work on the buttons of his Oxford, opening it up to give herself another area to explore. Her nails gently grazed down his chest, across his pectorals, her mouth following the path much to his oblivious state. He barely even registered what was going on but let out a sigh. The absence of her mouth on his own made him hungrier so he reached down to tug her back up to him, kissing her fiercely. He flipped them over, switching their positions to place her beneath him, his lips moving back down to her sweet spot on her neck.

She moaned again, her body arching slightly. He inwardly growled at the response and felt himself going along with the drive even more than he ever thought he would. Hovering over her with his mouth never leaving her throat he shocked himself as well as her when he made a bold move, one taken up another level from the first time he did it yesterday. One of his hands found their way down to grasp one of her breasts, squeezing lightly. He froze, his mouth still moving along her pulse point but slower. His fingers began exploring her mound over her shirt—tracing, pinching, teasing. Tantalizing as that was he focussed more on her neck before ascending up the crook until he landed over her mouth again, bruisingly. She was not protesting or rejecting him for his move, only mewing sounds of approval. He would never do something without her consent and, as it seems, she did not mind.

The Doctor pulled back momentarily to look into her eyes, deep and dazed. It might have been a reflection of his own, he was not sure. Either way, this was the most intense she has ever looked. Well, he should say in moments of passion and not the ones where she wanted to punch or slap him. That intensity fueled both of them the longer they held each other's gaze. He lowered himself down slowly, testing himself, never breaking eye contact with her until he moved down to where his hand was rested. He waited for her to reject him for what he had in mind, but she gave nothing. Only stared at him breathlessly. More than enough for him. His hand continued to massage her swell over her shirt while he pressed his mouth against the opposite one, working in tandem with his caresses. Rose groaned once—long, deep, and sensual. She fisted his hair as if to hold him there forever, letting his senses fly out of the window along with her train of thought.

He stopped himself and pushed himself up, his fingers reaching for the hem of her shirt. Again, she did not reject him. Instead, she raised her arms up over her head. Not wasting another second he pulled the item over her head in a swift tug, tossing it somewhere behind him, leaving Rose in a silky blue camisole. He stared at her, preserving the image in his mind, expression resembling the same as any normal man in existence. He had never seen her this exposed before. Granted, she was still wearing another shirt, but it was a thin, low-cut top, making her breasts appear more prominent. He felt his temperature rising by the second. They were his Rose's, to be made for exploration. His exploration, with his hands and mouths. He noted the blush beginning to creep across her skin, becoming a darker shade of pink the longer he stared.

Something else had caught his eye on her chest that made his hearts stop beating for a moment. Just an over her left breast, on her heart, was a word. A single word written in black ink, the letters thick enough to be traced with his fingers. He brought a hand up to gently move the tips of one hand over the letters inscribed, making her skin prickle and blush deepen. It was only one word but it meant something more to both of them. Their one word—the one word he had said the first day they met in the shop basement, one that reassured her that he was the same man after he changed his face.

Run.