Chapter Two

"What is it?" Asked Rose.

Not now, he wasn't going to let him or indeed her spoil this, and so he lied…

"The water is colder than I thought it would be. Come on we need to do some laps to warm up!"

With that he swam off using a fast paced front crawl. John was a better swimmer than Rose and before long she had tired of trying to catch him and instead lay on her back and floated alone with her thoughts. She glanced up as he passed her again and decided that the way he was powering up and down the pool whatever was wrong with him it couldn't possibly be serious. She knew he would grow bored of swimming before he tired and she was right he was soon by her side and trying to persuade her to chase him.

"I can't beat you so I chose to watch you tire yourself out."

"But you don't want me too tired do you?"

"I don't think there is any chance of that, you have the energy of the average 3 year old."

"But not the length of the girth" he added waggling his eyebrows.

He pulled her close to him and they trod the water together as they kissed and touched each others naked bodies. She could feel the pull for him deep inside her and they swum lazily to the steps. They were the kind that were the width of the pool and shelved gently in to the depths.

He seated himself on a step that allowed most of his body to remain under the water and she slid on to his lap as they hungrily kissed each other. She grasped his erect shaft and caressed it under the water. As he moaned in to her mouth she guided him inside her and bucked on him. The feel of him inside her and the sensation of the water caressing her skin meant that her first climax would come fast.

She shuddered as her orgasm washed over her and when the contractions faded away she moved slowly on him again until she felt him pulsate as he shot himself inside her.

Moments before he came John felt himself drift, in his minds eye he could see *him.* *He* had been bored. Just tinkering with the TARDIS until the moment of John's climax when *he* had groaned and staggered before falling on to the pilot's seat panting heavily. John knew that he wasn't ill. He knew he wasn't going mad. He had seen *him* react to his orgasm.

As he came back he heard Rose's voice calling his name. She wasn't worried; she was calling out in ecstasy as she clamped around him. He, John, was still streaming inside her and he had been panting. *He* wasn't experiencing this only he John was, and as he roared Rose's name he drew back and thrust again to take the last of her contractions.

"Shower?"

He nodded and scooped her up and carried her again to another part of the pool room.

As he carried her past the showers she turned the dial to turn the water on and as he lowered her to the floor she grabbed the shower gel and sponges. When she had poured a generous amount of the gel on to each sponge she handed him one and they began to wash each other down. They each washed their own hair and then rinsed the others free of bubbles.

When the rinsing was finished John knelt before Rose and whilst keeping his eyes on her he ran his tongue down her stomach. She shivered in anticipation; one of the delights of John was that he had retained the Doctor's stamina for sex. He could come for as long as she wanted him to and today, after the relief of hearing he wasn't gravely ill she needed to come with him until sleep claimed her.

He stroked her entrance and she bobbed down to face him and took his considerable length between her breasts. As he teased and caressed her folds she squeezed him. When she lowered her lips to taste him he slid a finger inside her and then a second as he circled her clit with a third.

"Oh God John!" She screamed aloud as he thrust his fingers deep inside her climaxing as he came all over her breasts. They rinsed each other before he picked her up and lowered her again on to his still throbbing cock. A few short thrusts later and both had orgasmed again… and only then was Rose ready to be carried to bed.

Once in bed sleep was all that was on Rose's mind and she soon fell in to deep and dreamless slumber.

John was grateful for her ability to sleep so soundly and he brushed her hair away from her face and watched her sleeping. His mind wandered to what he thought he had seen as he entered the pool. It had been *him,* and *he* had groaned and staggered as he had climaxed. John was sure the groan wasn't one of pain, as sure as he had been that he was travelling alone.

John knew what *he* would have had to do to their friend and he mused as to why he had never drifted to her. Perhaps it was because she had been wiped clean but he couldn't believe that all traces would be gone forever. Surely he'd have left her with a means to defend herself; an insurance policy just in case?

Rose sighed in her sleep and he rolled to take her in his arms. He couldn't afford to worry her any more but he had to know more about what he was seeing. She had been suggesting he take up a hobby and had even jokingly suggested meditation. Well he'd pretend to explore that. It would afford him time alone to use to explore what was happening inside his head.

With that resolved in his mind he allowed himself to drop away and in to sleep.