Please note the change in the ratings to M for this chapter. I did tone it down a little for this site. Full versions on my teaspoon and AO3 accounts.

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A weather alert beeped on Rose's phone. They were calling for heavy snow for the next few days, up to two feet here on the mountain. She had already made the call to shut down Pinnacle until the weather cleared. Biting her lip, she wondered what to do about John. The risk of a power outage was high with these types of storms, and his old flat was surely going to lose power.

Whereas she had a backup generator that would keep the pipes from freezing, a fireplace in the lounge and a pellet stove in her room. So her place would at least be warm, and she had plenty of food stock piled in case of inclement weather.

It's not like she would have a problem with him staying over. There was just the small matter of the TARDIS in her basement. John seeing the Old Girl most likely would not be a good thing. More than likely it would be a disaster. Knowing John though, if his power went out he'd trudge through the snow to get to her.

Once, the Doctor had had the nerve to call her jeopardy friendly. Well, his human self was attempting to break any record she had held, and she couldn't have him risking his health, not again. Pulling out her phone, she fired off a quick text.

Snowstorm's coming, fancy a sleepover at my place?

She'd figure out how to hide the TARDIS later. Maybe even see if the old girl could set up some type of muggle repelling charm or whatever the fobbed Time Lord equivalent would be. Her phone beeped.

Thought you'd never ask. Anything I can bring?

Her fingers flew across her screen. I'm stocked for a few days. Just bring whatever you'll need.

Rose smiled as she slid her laptop into her bag. It was going to be an interesting few days for sure.

…

His bag was crammed with more stuff than he might possibly need for a few days, but he wanted to be prepared in case things blossomed into more than just snow day sleepovers. Not so secretly, he was overjoyed to get to spend the next few days with her and not just because of the prospect of moving their relationship to the next level. Any time spent with Rose was nothing short of amazing.

The cold was already starting to seep into his flat. His thin walls were no match for the frigid air that was coming, and he didn't have a generator to run his small ceramic heater if the power went out. Rose was a saint for making sure he didn't freeze to death, and he chuckled as he thought of ways that he could make his gratitude known.

Picking up his suitcase and computer bag, he noticed his journal sitting on his nightstand. He'd told Rose about his dreams, and she'd seemed interested. Even asked him if he kept having them, but he hadn't shown her his journal. At least not yet.

Was it something that he wanted to show her? She, or more accurately the Doctor's Rose, featured heavily in it. He picked up the leather bound book and stared at it a moment. He didn't want to be without it if he had another dream since he'd been toying with the idea of turning the Doctor's adventures into a series of books. The more dreams he could document, the easier it would be to turn them into stories. He shoved it in the bag with his laptop and headed towards the front door. More than likely Rose would be interested in it if she saw it. He would just need to find the right opportunity to show her.

The clouds rolling in were ominous, and snow was already beginning to fall as he drove his car the short distance to his destination. Soon the entire town would be covered in pure white. In his mind's eye, he saw another winter wonderland.

It was freezing, but he had his leather jacket and his human companion to keep him warm. Rose curled into his side as they walked under waves that had frozen instantaneously. He told her the history of the planet and its people, and she listened attentively to every word. "It's beautiful, Doctor," she said softly. "Thank you, for everything." His hearts swelled with love for her. For the hundredth time since they'd met, he was ready to chuck out all of his steadfastly held rules.

John shook his head clear as he parked in her driveway. It was snowing harder now. Quickly he grabbed his bags and trudged up the steps. A few days ago, after the phone call with her mum, Rose had added him to the very short list of people who could access home through the security system. Now he was able to come and go as he pleased, with Rose's permission of course.

"Hello," he called as he shut the door behind him. "Anybody here?"

"Be out in a mo," Rose called, coming up the stairs from the basement. "Just making sure the generator is ready to go." After ascending the stairs, she shut the door behind her and crossed to where he was standing. "Won't be much good to heating the whole house, but it'll keep the pipes from freezing and the security system running. Luckily the stove runs on gas so we'll still be able to eat and have tea."

"Well, tea is the most important thing. Well, other than huddling together for warmth?" John asked. Dropping his bags on the kitchen floor, he kissed her. His teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, and her arms slid around his neck. "I missed you today."

Giggling, Rose pulled herself out of his arms. "You saw me this morning and last night." Taking his hand, she led him to the sofa. "I'm surprised that you're not sick of me by now. After this snow clears, you probably won't be able to run out of here fast enough."

"That is patently untrue, Rose Tyler." He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him. "I will never get tired of you. In fact, I'm sure quite the opposite is true. You'll be shoving me out the door in a blizzard before too long." He pulled her down on the sofa and settled them into it.

"You're right. I'm tired of you already. Might as well head home now, or maybe I'll make you sleep downstairs," she taunted.

The corners of his lips twitched. "Banishing me from the bedroom before I'm even allowed in it? That had got to be some sort of record, doesn't it?" Although his tone was light, teasing even, he held his breath while he waited for her to respond.

Her hand slid down to the hem of his jumper, playing with the material there for a moment before stilling her hand. "Oh, I never said banished. In fact if you play your cards right, I may just let you be the big spoon."

"I'll be on my best behavior then," he replied, placing a kiss in her hair.

Twisting, Rose looked up at him with an evil grin on her face. "I didn't say that either."

….

Hours later she was awoken from her slumber by John mumbling in his sleep beside her. They had spent the evening watching movies. He'd insisted on Doris Day this time and at some point during Send Me No Flowers, she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Soon after, he'd carried her upstairs. She'd asked him to stay, and he promised that he would as soon as he ran downstairs for his bags. Apparently, she'd fallen asleep again before he'd come back to bed. She was glad that he'd joined her rather than trying to do something chivalrous like sleep in the guest room.

There was very little light in the room. The fact that her alarm clock was blank told her that the power had gone out at some point in the night. Propping herself onto her elbow, she studied his face. He was so relaxed in sleep. The Doctor had been too, she noted, on the occasions that she had seen him sleep. But John was even more so. John was happy, carefree and focused on the happy moments in life. He didn't have to carry the burdens that the Doctor did. John had never had to bring about the end of his own people, to lose everyone that he loved time and time again. Her heart ached for him, and while she knew that she had made the right choice all those years ago, she also knew that she'd hurt him when she left.

Her fingers drifted to his face, tracing his lips and nose. Gliding across his eyebrow, she stopped when she got to his temple and cupped his cheek. In his sleep, he leaned into her touch. "Rose," he breathed with a smile on his lips. Afraid to wake him fully, she moved her hand away. Almost immediately his smile turned to a grimace, and his eyes flew open.

His eyes were unfocused and unseeing. She doubted that he was even fully awake, and she moved back, not wanting to startle him more. Sitting up, his hands groped for something on nightstand, but there was nothing there.

"What are you looking for?" she asked before she could stop herself.

Turning towards her, he blinked. "Rose, you're here." He shook his head. "Sorry I just, had another one of those dreams. Was going to write it down in my journal; it's still in my bag. When I woke up, I forgot where I was for a moment. Sorry." Leaning over, he tried to turn on a lamp, but when it clicked nothing happened.

"What journal?" She had never heard him mention a journal before.

He tugged at his ear. "The journal that I keep all of my dreams in. I try and write them down in the morning so I won't forget them. It's rather silly. I'd show them to you, but we seem to have no power."

Reaching over, Rose pulled a torch out of the drawer on her bedside table. "We have this." She handed it to John. "You don't have to show it to me if you don't want to. But if you wanted to write down the dream you just had, I'll hold the torch and look in the other direction."

Laughing, he used the torchlight to find his computer bag and pull out the journal. He settled back into the bed and snuggled her against him. "I want to show you." He flipped it open to a page with a Dalek drawn on it. "I call my Journal of Impossible Things."

Rose lightly traced her finger over the picture. "You are quite an artist, and these pictures, they are so real."

"I could sell the ideas for them to a movie studio and make a mint," he replied cheekily.

Turning the pages, she saw more pictures of everything from the Moxx of Balhoon to Autons, all surrounded by his almost illegible scrawl. Phrases like Plastic Men, They're all Gone, and Why do they live and everything dies? stood out on the pages.

Splashed across another two pages were the faces of nine men that Rose assumed were other regenerations of the Doctor. Her eyes lingered on the strong features of her first Doctor. Quickly, she turned the page before an errant tear splashed onto it.

The next page held a picture of the TARDIS. "That's the Doctor's ship. It can go anywhere in time and space." His fingers ghosted over her neck.

"It's beautiful," Rose murmured.

Smiling, John planted a kiss in her hair. "You think so?"

"Oh yes." Sighing, Rose felt a wave of contentment emanating from the basement. The connection between her and the ship had seemingly been growing stronger every day. Turning another page, she found her face and she gasped. He had drawn her so beautifully. Even though he'd told her that he dreamed of her as a companion it was still a shock.

"You feature in a lot of my dreams," he whispered. "Having his Rose by his side lightened the Doctor's burden. Traveling with his Rose was one of the best times in his long life. He loved her very much but was too afraid to tell her." His fingers gripped her shoulder. "Then he did something, something that hurt her very deeply and she left. He never had the chance to make things right."

"He loved her?" Rose asked, wanting to hear him say it again.

John closed the book and set it down on the nightstand. "He will always love her, just as much as I will always love you."

Her heart skipped a beat. She had never said it when she traveled with him, even if she felt it. She may never be able to say it again once the watch was opened, but she needed him to know. "I love you, too."

Shifting her onto her back, he brought his lips down to hers. Her fingers tangled in his hair. When his fingers made their way under her shirt, she moaned with pleasure. "Is this alright?" he asked as his hands moved up her torso.

"Better than." She smirked and arched into him. "Could go a bit higher." Her hands snaked down the waistband of his pajama bottoms. "Or a bit lower."

"I'm sure that I'll get there, eventually." In one fluid movement, he managed to shift her and remove her top. He was thankful she had forgone a bra.

When the cold air hit her, she shivered. "I think I'll need you to warm me up."

He lowered his mouth to her sternum and pressed an open mouth kiss in the valley between her breasts. "I think that can be arranged." One of his hands found her left breast. Rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she moaned in pleasure. He smirked before lowering his mouth to it. His teeth grazed the soft skin, making her hiss. Chuckling he moved his attentions lower, kissing his way down her abdomen. His tongue dipped into her navel before finally meeting the waistband of her jimjam bottoms.

Beneath him, she writhed with pleasure. "Please, John," she begged.

"Please what, love?" He tugged the offending garment and the knickers underneath down her long legs.

"I need you to touch me," Rose moaned.

"Have been touching you." Gently he placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. His lips kissed up the inside of her thighs but didn't reach the spot where she needed him to be.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, pleading with him. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to take his time, wanted to tease her. Right now though, after all of these long years waiting for this moment he couldn't wait. Pushing himself up, he realized that he had thought years, not weeks. Where had that thought come from?

"Please," she whimpered, tugging on his arms. "Need you."

Once again he gave her his full attention, everything else forgotten. His lips retraced their trail up her body. When he reached her neck, he stopped, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on the spot where her neck met her shoulder.

Slipping a hand into his pants, she wrapped her hand around him and stroked. Rose wasn't going to let him set the pace anymore.

With a growl he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head with one of his. "Any more of that and I won't last long."

"Next time then?" she asked cheekily.

"If you insist." He kissed her softly and with his free hand tested to see if she was ready for him.

Writhing beneath him, she begged, "Now, inside me now."

Reaching between them he lined himself up with her and slowly sank into her. "Rose," he moaned. Her legs wrapped around his waist. After a moment, she rocked her hips, grinding against him and encouraging him to move. His thrusts were slow at first but sped up at her urging. Skin slapped against skin. "Rose," he grunted.

"Faster, harder," she cried. "So close."

John moved a hand between them. "Come for me, love. Let me see you." She clenched around him, and he couldn't hold back any more. Her name echoed off the walls as he came, and she bit back the name Doctor as she shattered. Collapsing on top of her he grinned. "That was brilliant," he murmured against her lips.

Humming contentedly, she rolled him off of her and pulled up the duvet. "Yes, it was." The two of them snuggled closely, and the snow continued to fall.

They made love again just as the sun was beginning to rise behind the clouds. In her ear, he whispered his love and devotion as they joined their bodies. Enough light made its way into the room for her to see the look of utter contentment and joy on his face. When they both collapsed against the bed, Rose waited until his breathing evened out and whispered, "I love you, my Doctor."