Chapter Seven

When John woke up he groaned slightly, he still had a headache. Granted it wasn't as bad as before but he was starting to wonder if he'd always have a headache. He moved and groaned again. His hand really hurt as did his wrist. He glanced up at the wall that he had vented his frustrations on and sighed. He was embarrassed. It was then that he realised he wasn't alone. Rose was in the bed with him and asleep.

He slid out of the bed and just looked at her. What was she doing in there? When he'd gone to sleep she had been sitting on the floor but now here she was in his bed! Did she want him to make the first move? God how he loved her but he knew she didn't feel that way about him… yet. Or did she? Had she climbed in to bed to try and arouse him but failed? He could feel himself stirring but didn't really know quite what to do about it. Well no he knew what sex was. After all he had all of the Doctor's memories crammed in his head; that was why he had this seemingly permanent throbbing in his head.

Absent mindedly he rubbed his good hand across his stiffening shaft. God that felt good! He looked at Rose again, her hair was fanned out across the pillow and she was snoring softly. God she was beautiful! He stroked himself again and felt his lengthening shaft thicken as he did so. He wanted nothing more that to ram himself home inside her velvet depths but this wasn't the time.

"Timing mate, your timing sucks."

His hand hadn't left his shaft in several seconds and now he found he was alternatively stroking and pulling on himself. He was going to make a mess if he didn't stop, but oh God he didn't want to stop.

He made his way to the rooms en suite and carefully closed the door behind him. He leant his back against it and continued to explore his body. Although his right hand was bandaged the fingers were free and he stroked and teased his nipples as his left hand worked harder and harder on his cock. He kicked off his boxers, groaned and dropped to his knees. He was almost at a fever pitch and as he looked down at his engorged, swollen cock he said Rose's name aloud.

At first he said it almost reverently but in seconds he was gasping her name in time to his rhythmic ministrations until he exploded across the tiled floor. Her name had torn from his lips and seconds later she appeared behind him.

"John!" Her first cry had been one of alarm. She had imagined he had been taken ill and needed help but now… Now she saw he had been, well the polite term was exploring his body but that wasn't what she said.

"You've been thinking of me and w*nking?" Her tone was one of disgust and John grabbed his boxers in an effort to hide his embarrassment.

"I… I… You were in my bed! Asleep, next to me… I…"

"And you thought that meant you could do this?"

"No, I… I thought about waking you but you don't love me and I love you so much. Rose I was watching you and well it got a bit out of hand."

"You were watching me?"

John nodded.

"You were watching me sleep. I lay down because I was tired. I stayed here in case you needed me, well…" she laughed at her own double entendre "Well it seems as if you did."

"Would saying I'm sorry help?"

"Only if you mean it."

"I'm sorry I've upset you but oh God Rose I love you! And my body, my body… It's never done this before… And it felt good and then I couldn't stop and I'm so sorry."

Rose looked at him sharply as he has said those so familiar words and looking at him kneeling naked on the floor with just his underwear to hide his shame she softened. He looked broken and her body ached to hold him, her Doctor. She knew what she was about to do was wrong but she needed to feel him inside her, her Doctor. To be with him at last. To feel him inside her and rock with him until they both climaxed and he once again showed her the stars.

Moving towards John she knelt down and took his face in her hands. He looked exactly like him. The same beautiful liquid chocolate eyes. The same smattering of freckles. The same great hair that stuck up in all directions when he ruffled it. She stroked her thumbs along his sideburns as she pressed her lips to his. She was still looking at him and when he closed his eyes and parted his lips to allow her access to his tongue she closed her own eyes and let her other senses guide her.

She reached down a hand and tossed his boxers aside before grasping his seed slick cock and massaging his length. He grew swollen fast and she ran her thumb across his tip to spread the fresh pre cum around him.

She still had on her pyjamas and she wriggled out of the bottoms before sliding herself forwards and on to his lap. The bathroom smelt of sex. His scent and hers mixed to produce a heady cocktail. All she wanted was to feel him inside her. She wanted him to open and stretch her like tulip petals and ram himself home inside her. She wanted to shatter in to a million pieces. She wanted to come apart in his arms and for him to do the same so that they might never be able to put each other back together again.

He was as hot for her as she was for him and she could feel him straining at her entrance, all it would take was for her to move forwards and swallow him inside her. She moved and gasped as he filled her up. She began to move on him and at first his movements were mistimed so she twisted his nipples in her fingers to indicate to him when to move with her.

John himself was lost in the moment. Her beautiful fingers told him when to move and he had thrown his left hand behind him as he rocked his body in time with hers. He'd climaxed once already and he just hoped he had the Doctor's stamina as well as his memories and looks.

Rose was ready to climax but she wanted him to come with her and as she gave her final thrust she twisted his nipples until he gasped aloud in a mixture of pleasure and pain before his whole body jerked and he erupted inside her. Rose's muscles spiralled around him, she rose herself on him as her muscles contracted delightfully along his length milking him dry.

As she came back down from her high she opened her eyes and looked straight back in to his; eyes that only expressed love, while she could see in her reflection her own gaze was filled with regrets.