First rule of fanfiction. Never ever say how many chapters you expect in a multi-chaptered fic... And get a beta. I will do that next time.

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Previously

"I've condemned you to an eternity of hell Rose. You will lose everyone." He placed his hands on her shoulder and gently shook her. "Humans don't see that sort of suffering Rose. There will be so much you cannot change. You will have to watch innocents die cruel and unnecessary deaths. You will see the good that will come from strife but you will also see the shadow that always lingers with the victory of every struggle." He kissed her forehead. "I don't want you to be burdened with that," he whispered.

Rose took his hands and held them to her chest. This was one of the most difficult conversations she ever had in her life. It made the quarrels with her mother seemed like kindergarten fights in the playground. "You suffer too Doctor." She brought his hands to her lips and kissed them. "You burden yourself with loss with no one by your side." She pulled his lips down to hers. "You don't have to be alone anymore," she whispered against them. He kissed her sweetly and slowly, tenderly showing his appreciation. She pulled away and traced his sideburns with her fingers. He shivered with the caress.

"Like I said before Doctor, I promised forever." She kissed his cheek and then the other. "I am grateful that Bad Wolf has given me the chance to spend more time with you. Limited or unlimited. As long as I have you, my Doctor."

He crumbled at her declaration of her ownership of him. He was wholly hers, body and soul. No one could light the dark chambers of his hearts like Rose Tyler. She was a blessing, perhaps a boon from the universe after his centuries of helping its inhabitants. If there was a higher power in the multiverse (even he didn't know everything), his debts must have been paid by their standards and he was finally allowed some measure of happiness. His hearts were bursting with the overwhelming ache of love and passion. He swiftly captured her lips with his, making her gasp for breath each time they parted. His was intoxicated with the sweet essence of Rose, her taste forever seared in his memory. He needed her, in all entirety.

Rose gently pushed him away at some point. He reluctantly relinquished her lips and nuzzled her neck. Rose was panting, trying to regain oxygen into her system. "Not that I mind this Doctor," she gasped as he passed over a sensitive spot, "but we can't do this on a kitchen table." The Doctor groaned, realising her words we true. He released her and she slid off the table. The Doctor stabilized her as she wobbled, his ego swelled at the effect of his kisses on her.

"Are we relocating?" The Doctor waggled his eyebrows at her. Rose laughed at his antics and lightly slapped his chest. She felt lighter, less burdened as did the Doctor. She still had to ask him even though they had made their declarations.

"So… Will you have me Doctor? For however long I live?" Rose looked at up at him. The Doctor caved into her amber eyes, seeing the future in her eyes. The future she painted in her eyes was one he definitely wanted, one filled with love and boundless happiness he haven't had since his granddaughter. He placed her back on the kitchen table. Clearly they were going nowhere.

"I promised last night that I would love you until the end of days, Rose Tyler. I believe it's what you tell the woman you plan to marry." He passionately snogged her, robbing her of breath. He pulled away, letting her gasp her breaths. Thank Rassilon for a respiratory bypass system. He peppered kisses on her face while she breathed heavily.

"Getting domestic are we?" Rose was in a haze of hormones, all telling her to bed her alien as soon as possible. Reason was also there, fighting its way through but failing miserably.

"Only with you." He latched on her pulse point, making her moan. She clutched his head closer, running her hands through his hair.

"Mum-" she gasped as he bit down, "is still going to kill you." He was unconcerned, still biting and suckling which she sure was going to leave a mark.

"Don't think she'll do that to her future son-in-law." He moved to the spot below her ear, making her shiver and gasp. "We need to move," he whispered into her ear, "right now." He grinned and gathered her into his arms. Rose's stomach fluttered as he swept her off the table, laughing at how happy she felt in that moment. She was weightless, floating in the ocean of his love, the love she wasn't sure she had. He was always an enigma, she never truly knew how he felt until today when she looked into his eyes that that very moment. He was joyous, like a child at Christmas, uninhibited by guilt and sorrow. The Doctor paraded with Rose in his arms, her arms slung around this neck. They were all well until they entered the corridor.

Mickey Smith stood in their way. His stance was almost predatory, ready to pounce at a command. The Doctor did not let Rose out of his hold, even though she squirmed. "Mickey," the Doctor addressed the man. Mickey gave a curt nod, looking daringly into the Doctor's eyes.

"Doctor, Rose," he addressed, finally looking at Rose. The Doctor let Rose down gently then, but did not release her hand. "I hope that you did everything that had to?" He raised a questioning eyebrow at the Doctor who swallowed.

"We did." The Doctor saw the eyes of a man not to be crossed with when he looked at him. "I suppose Rose may want to tell you a few things," he said, looking at Rose. She turned to Mickey, walking forward as he stepped back.

"Not now. Later. Go and do," he gestured at both of them, wrinkling his nose, "whatever it is you're gonna to do." He stepped around them and went to the kitchen. "I need something to drink." He moved to the refrigerator and started digging.

He waited until the footsteps of the Doctor and Rose to get lighter before unclenching his fist. If he ever hurt her he would kill him. One did not simply steal away the love of your life before promising to keep them happy and healthy, even without words. If the Doctor didn't, Mickey would not hesitate to knock his door four times, one knock for each death he would surely bring.

And this is the end of my first multi-chapter fic! Thank you all for reading and reviewing. Hope that you enjoyed this. A sequel will be in the works.