Ch 13
Feeling much better after Pete's cure and some food in his stomach John actually felt alive and ready to take on the day…whatever that would be.
Pete finished his breakfast and announced he was heading to work, gave Rose a quick peck on the cheek and a slight wave at John before taking his leave.
Rose pushed her chair back, "now then," she smiled, "I think today I should show you around the place. A proper tour! I'll have Derrick pack us a picnic lunch and we'll make a day of it."
John had only seen the front of the house and the view of the garden from his room, so he had no idea how much more the estate covered. Given his restlessness of the day before and the feeling that he needed to get out and explore his surroundings, he wondered if somehow Rose had read his mind and asked her this.
"No, but having hung around with The Doctor, I know that he can't stay in one place too long, and figured you would have the same problem," she laughed, "go get cleaned up and meet me down here in about half past!"
It wasn't until he had stripped off his clothing that John realised he smelt a bit rank. Time Lords rarely sweated and when they did their perspiration was odourless, being half human he was not as blessed and he wondered how Rose tolerated sleeping next to him the night before.
Stepping into the shower he examined the various soaps, shampoos and conditioners that lined the shelves. The choices were almost overwhelming. Reading the labels he wasn't sure if he wanted to smell of apricots, plums or lavender, or go with the more traditional vanilla, cinnamon or cucumber? Wondering if he was supposed to wash with these or dress himself like a salad John's hand hovered over the containers in indecision.
He was reaching the point of just closing his eyes and picking one when the shower door opened and Rose slipped inside.
"Thought you could use company," she smiled up at him. She reached behind him and plucked the bottle of cucumber body wash from the shelf, squirted some on her hands and slowly rubbed it on his chest before scrubbing his ribs and venturing a bit lower.
Once he was washed clean, and his nerves on fire from her touch, Rose handed him the bottle and turned her back to him with a half-smile.
Taking his cue from her earlier actions John soaped her head to toe, coming to kneel in front of her, his long fingers holding her hips, as he kissed a hot trail from her navel to pay attention to first one then the other breast. She gasped as his tongue reached her neck as he rose to his feet and lifted her up. Then lowering her slowly onto his rock hard self, he pulled her in tight and moved her to rest on the cool tile wall.
The contrast of the coolness against her back and the hot length buried deep inside her made Rose groan with pleasure. At first they stayed locked together, her legs wrapped around his thin waist and his arms around her hips.
Then he shifted slightly bending his knees and pulled away momentarily before pushing back in, using the wall as support he lifted her almost completely off then let gravity do the work of reseating her.
Just when she thought this leisurely pace would drive her mad, he growled low in his throat and moved them both to standing just under the spraying water, lifting and dropping her and an increasing pace she held on tightly her eyes closed as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Leaning back she arched in his embrace as the first wave of her climax hit her and she tightened around him, once she regained her breath she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed.
He continued to thrust inside her, the pace growing and building until she found herself climaxing again just as he slammed into her with a cry and she felt a warm rush fill her. Without opening her eyes, her mouth sought his and she kissed him softly as he lowered her off of him and back on her feet.
In a surprise move he soaped her once again, head to toe, rinsed her off and kissed her again, before turning off the taps and fetching a couple of towels.