Chapter Twenty four

The following morning Rose woke some time before John and lay awake staring at the ceiling and thinking. She was absolutely certain Jackie would be delighted with what John had proposed but maybe Pete wouldn't be. He hadn't had a daughter in his life before she, a fully grown woman, had shown up in his life and he had become quite possessive of her very quickly. It had taken all of Jackie's quite considerable powers of persuasion to convince him to let her look for the Doctor. Pete wanted her to be happy though and she was happier than she had ever imagined possible just a few weeks ago.

She rolled over and looked at the object of her desire lying asleep next to her. He was lying on his back with one hand thrown above his head and the other resting on his chest. He had lost the pale, tired look he had worn when they had retired and now he looked almost healthy. He had gained a little weight but in a good way. She rested her head on his chest and looked closely at the hand that rested by her face. The scars would always be there but they had faded now and all the bruising and swelling had long since gone. She sat up next to him and took the hand in to her own and examined it. She was still looking at it when he stretched and sighed. Before he woke completely she bought his hand up to her lips and kissed his palm softly.

"Mmmm, that tickles." he murmured sleepily as he came back up to consciousness.

"Sorry I was just looking and thinking, well remembering."

"Remembering what?"

"It's been through a lot has this hand."

"I'm not sure what you mean. It's my hand nothing more… well not now."

"Oh I know I wasn't thinking about that."

"You weren't?"

"No why would I?"

John looked away. He really didn't want to voice what he was feeling but maybe he should. If he was about to ask Pete for his daughter's hand he needed to be sure. He was sure he loved her but was she seeing another man when she looked at him?

"No really. Were you thinking of him?"

Rose looked hurt and John immediately regretted his question. She slid out of bed before turning and facing him again.

"I don't know how to prove to you it's you I love. It's like he hangs over us and everything we do."

"I'm sorry I asked but if I'm going to ask Pete…."

"You're thinking about not asking him?" Rose asked in a very small voice.

John shook his head, "No I'm not thinking that at all. I'm thinking I want to ask him now, you have to know how I feel about you..."

"I do and do you know yet how I feel about you?"

"Come here." he extended a hand and she almost shyly moved back towards him. He caught her hand and pulled her to him saying, "Show me…"

"Why Mr Smith you are incorrigible!"

"Make love not war. I'm sorry I upset you." he whispered as he pulled her down on to him and kissed her hard. When she pulled back to breathe she replied, "We need to make a pact to not talk about him unless we have made a special arrangement, then he can't…. oh my God! Do that again… He can't get in the way."

"Like this?"

John kissed her again and circled her entrance before pushing 3 fingers inside her. She knelt up as he tore her pyjama bottoms off her and thrust his fingers inside her as his thumb stroked her clit. She was moments from climaxing and gasped,

"Wasn't I meant to be showing you?"

"Take it and show me after." he whispered as he worked her body until she shuddered and tightened around him as the room collapsed in to a swirling rainbow of colours.

Rose sighed as she floated down from her high. She lay with her head on John's chest breathing heavily and with her eyes tightly closed. As she reoriented her senses she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at John's rather smug expression,

"Good huh?"

"Good."

His cock was lying against his stomach and Rose slid her tongue down his body circling his stomach button before flicking her tongue across his tip when he groaned she murmured,

Your turn." to him and swallowed him down her throat. With both her hands on his nipples and her tongue coiled around his rock hard shaft she rocked his body until he jerked under her and poured himself down her throat. Rose swallowed and released his still erect shaft and sank her body down on to him. He was slick with her saliva and she rode a fast and hard rhythm until he shattered beneath her screaming "F*CK!" as he climaxed. She was moments behind him and as he erupted for a second time inside her she fractured around him before falling backwards on to the mattress a mirror image of his own prostrate form.

When she had regulated her breathing she spoke again,

"So, are you ready to speak to my Dad over breakfast?"

John groaned,

"At a time like this you mention your Dad?"

She laughed and replied,

"I want to wear my ring!"

"We should wash and then I'd like to slip it on you before we ask, can we?"

"Only if you get down on one knee." she teased.

"I'm still convalescing!"

"I'll help you up… Old man!"

"I'll give you old man." he slipped from her and pinned her to the mattress, "Oh may God help you once we are married woman."

"I can't see too much changing!"

He laughed and agreed before standing up and pulling her in to the shower with him. Sometime later they were both dressed and ready to go and have breakfast with Jackie, Pete and Tony. Before they left the safety of their room John knelt before Rose and asked her once again to be his wife. With tears shining in her eyes Rose accepted and he slid the ring on to the ring finger of her left hand.

"Whatever they say I'm yours forever Rose."

"And you John are the keeper of my heart and dreams."

"Time to go?"

She nodded and took his right hand in her own and after pressing her lips to his palm she agreed,

"Time to go."