It wasn't until after the war that the Doctor had ever indulged in women for hire. He wasn't proud of it and it wasn't something he'd done since he had met Rose. It was a way to forget the horror and the pain, a way to lose himself and to forget. He didn't have to be saving the universe, he didn't need to be a genius, he didn't need to be The Doctor when he was in the arms of a woman who was only there for his own pleasure. Since meeting Rose and finding in her a way out of the darkness, he hadn't gone back to paying for love. But as he walked out of the restaurant that night, the sight of that blonde girl in the overall skirt broke his resolve.

Later, he would chalk it up to her smile, so like Rose's cheeky grin, his hearts nearly stopped. He answered her query, "Lookin for a date?" by holding out his hand and wiggling his fingers. She skipped up beside him as she took his hand.

"Can I call you Rose?"

In the dusky light of her rented room, he ran his fingers through her blonde hair, letting it fall in waves around her face. With long, trembling fingers, he pushed the locks away from her eyes.

"You're so beautiful…" He sighed. "Can I kiss you?"

Rose bit her lip and nodded, keeping her hands clasped in front of her nervously. Cupping her cheek, the Doctor leaned down and kissed her softly. He could smell her shampoo and taste the strawberry lip gloss she always wore and he grinned as he pulled away. Rose grinned back up at him as he took her face in both hands and kissed her again, harder this time. Her hands found the lapels of his suit coat and held on to them as the kiss became heated. She parted those strawberry-flavored lips for him as he buried is hands in her hair and he brought a hand to her lower back, pressing her into him.

How often had he dreamt of this moment? Kissing Rose and having her open herself to him? He shoved the truth that this was not his Rose into the furthest reaches of his mind and let himself believe, at least for now, that this was real.

Her hands were tangled in his mop of hair as he caressed her neck with gentle kisses, moaning as she breathed his name before taking his earlobe into her mouth. He deftly undid the clasps of her overalls and they fell to the floor at their feet. Rose giggled and pulled away, suddenly shy.

"Look at me, Rose." The Doctor met her gaze and what she saw there made her breath catch in her throat. His eyes were filled not only with lust, but with deep, loving passion. She understood how much he longed for this to be real.

His hands explored the unmarred expanse of skin that was her back and stomach as she slowly undid the buttons of his suit jacket. His fingers counted the ribs beneath the hem of her shirt as she undid his tie and shirt buttons. When his fingers began rolling her panties off her hips, he pulled out of their embrace.

"Are you sure?" His chest rose and fell heavily beneath her hands, where she could feel his double heartbeat.

Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, she replied, "I've waited so long, Doctor."

With a low growl, he pulled her shirt over her head and buried his face in her cleavage. Oh, the scent of her, sweet and salty with sweat, her ragged breath hitching as his hands found her breasts.

They reveled in each other, she unwrapping him like a gift she had pined for and he losing himself in her softness, memorizing every taste and every scent.

She lead him to her bed where they both kneeled, close enough for her nipples to feel the thin spate of hair on his chest, but far enough that he could just feel the heat rising off her body and warming his cooler skin. Rose trembled beneath the Doctor's loving gaze, anticipation and desire tangible in the air. She let his hands map her body, the curve of her hip, the angle of her shoulder blade, the smoothness of her thighs.

"I need you, Rose." The Doctor kissed her as he brought her body against his. Sitting back on his heels, he brought her to sit on his lap. He was desperately aroused, his erection trapped between their bodies. Rose brought her legs around and wrapped them around his waist, so he could feel the moist heat radiating from the spaces he had yet to explore. He could smell her arousal, wet against him.

"Look at me." He whispered. Rose met his gaze, though it was so intense it was hard not to look away. His strong arms lifted her slightly and as he brought her down, he entered her. While he ached to be inside her, he let her down deliciously slow, savoring every inch of her womanhood as she sank down onto him.

When he was fully inside her, he pressed his face into her breasts, struggling to keep his composure. He wanted to weep: with pleasure, with joy, and with longing, because he knew this wasn't real. But her strong hands gripped the back of his head and pulled it back so she could look into his eyes. Using her elbows on his shoulders for leverage, she began to move around him.

The sensation of her body, searing hot around him, pulled a groan from deep within. He watched the pleasure play over her face as she struggled to keep her eyes on his, mouth parted, tongue licking her lips. His own pleasure began to grow and coil within him, and he wrapped his long arms around her waist to direct her movement, pressing himself deeper inside her as she came down on him. He restrained her when she tried to move faster, wanting this moment to last.

The Doctor stilled and held Rose against him, unmoving. Oh, if only he could see her face as he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue and teeth pull whimpers and moans from her throat. He glanced up at Rose as he shifted his attention to the other side, lapping at it with his tongue until he felt her begin to writhe against him. Her face was flushed, her eyes barely open and lips parted in a pant. That he could elicit such a response from this woman made him swell within her. Holding her tightly with one arm, he reached down between them and found where they met, their bodies damp with arousal. She jerked and squealed as he found her clitoris, already swollen.

"Doctor, please…" Rose panted. He could feel her warmth begin to quiver around him, and began stroking her in earnest. Thrusting into her, jaw clenched, he watched her orgasm in his arms before he leaned forward and lay her down beneath him so that he could fill her completely. He shouted her name as he came, burying his face in her neck.

He put the small blonde woman into a deep sleep, so that he could dress and slip away. As he tucked his tie into this jacket and pulled on his coat, he watched her sleep. Now that it was over, he could see that this woman was much older than his Rose, thirties at least. Her hair was a different shade of yellow and her lips not nearly as full. He began to count out money from his coat pocket to add to what he had already given her. With a resigned sigh, he left the whole stack of bills on the table and left with his shoulders hunched in defeat, closing and locking the door behind him with his sonic screwdriver