AN: By the way, I'm saying the Doctor is huge bc hello, Billie Piper called David Tennant, David ten-inch ;]

This is the last chapter!

Oh, did he show her exactly how much he loved her.

Rose had since gotten her own place, not far from her mum and dad and Mickey. She had done so because she just needed to be alone sometimes, and couldn't otherwise. It was small, and slightly messy... but it was cosy. And so Rose. Her scent filled the place, earthy and light and sweet and it brought back memories to the New Doctor that weren't quite his, but at the same time, were completely his.

They entered the house and Rose showed him around, and went to make tea. The Doctor sat at the small table in her dining room, watching her. She was older than his memories (were they truly his?) but still beautiful. She was a bit leaner, her hair longer and... paler? It appeared so. She held her shoulders tall. She was much more of a warrior than before.

Rose didn't speak. Just silently, shakily went along to steep the tea.

"Rose."

His voice made her jump. "Yeah?"

"I know I'm not him, but-"

"Oh, hush, Doctor. S'just strange, is all. 'Cause you are him, but you're not. You're him but not completely, y'know? S'alot to take in. I'll get used to it." She was trying to comfort him. And herself.

The Doctor pushed back from the table and stood, walking over to Rose. He grabbed her slender hands in his and pulled her out of the dining room and back, towards the bedroom.

"Doctor, what're you doing?" She asked, her heart catching in her throat.

He looked back and grinned. "Getting comfortable." Before pulling her into her room and shutting the door. Rose faced him, almost uneasy... but her eyes said it all. She was craving him. A smirk graced his face and he loomed over her, running long fingers lightly through her hair. She closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards and...

It hit him like a brick wall. That scent. He groaned, partially in frustration and partially in pleasure, bringing his lips down to cover hers. That scent swimming through his head, making him dizzy. He needed her. He needed Rose under him, writhing in pleasure, begging for him. He needed to taste her. And he would have her. Now.

The Doctor pushed Rose backwards onto the bed, and she scrambled to yank her shirt over her head as he pulled off her shoes then moved up to her pants and knickers. She shimmied a bit to help remove them, unclasping her own bra then reaching for the Doctor, first pulling off his jacket, followed by his tie and shirt. The Doctor paused to remove his own shoes and pants. When he looked up, Rose was absently trailing her fingers across her bare stomach, watching him with interest. She offered a tentative smile.

The Doctor grinned back, lowering himself on the bed over her, lips clashing. Her tongue peeked between her lips, licking at him, and he opened in response. Her scent was driving him mad, so strong and just everywhere. His cock was straining against her thigh, and she rotated her hips just so, sending a shudder down his spine.

"Rose... Oh, Rose, I missed you." He murmured, shifting a bit so he could nip at her neck. She shivered underneath him, a noise not unlike a purr rising up from her throat. The blonde arched up, tilting her neck to give him better access as he's nip, and soothe with his tongue. He moved lower, to her collarbone, then to her breasts, stopping to suckle on each. Rose rubbed her thighs together, desperate for friction.

"I.. m-missed you too, Doctor." She grunted between harsh breaths. He was everywhere and nowhere, giving her all she wanted but not quite enough.

The Doctor continued, slowly moving down, covering her with small bites and soft kisses, pausing as he made it lower than her hips. He took in a breath and her scent slammed into him like a train. The growl that left him didn't sound human in the least, and Rose looked at him with eyes wide. His nostrils flared again and he looked almost mesmerized, pressing a soft kiss to the junction between her thighs. She was soft, and shaved and glistening with moisture. His cock throbbed, instinct telling him to fuck her now. But that would be far too easy.

"You smell wonderful. Rose. You're beautiful." The Doctor whispered, before slowly, so painfully slowly, licking Rose right at her core. She cried out, fingers fisting in his hair. "Ah, you like that, eh?" He teased, his breath sending shivers down her spine. He teased her, licking and nibbling all too lightly, reveling in her smell and her taste, better than the richest wine and far too addicting. The Doctor brought a hand up and entered her with two fingers. Rose's hips jerked off the bed, her fingers tightening in the Doctor's hair. He found the little bundle of nerves and used his tongue to trace it, every few moments sucking lightly. Rose was trembling, rotating her hips and grinding down around him.

"D-Doct- ah!" She cried.

"Are you getting there, Rose?" He asked softly.

"Y...yeah..." She groaned, her eyes closing. The Doctor slipped a third finger in, reveling in the tight warmth of her. Her hips jerked erratically, her muscles tensing.

"Come for me, Rose." He urged, slowly nibbling her clit. She yelled his name, her body spasming and muscles clamping around his fingers as her orgasm took her, shaking her to the core. The Doctor continued to fuck her with his fingers and tongue as Rose rode out her orgasm, her juices spilling around his hand. Her body stilled, and she was panting loudly.

"Doctor, I... that was amazing..." She mumbled. Before moving he slowly dragged his tongue across her opening, rewarded with another moan. "I wanna... You." She stammered.

"Say it."

"Wanna taste you." Rose said, pulling herself up and getting on all fours. The Doctor stood and Rose once again eyed him. It had been so long. He had a dusting of hair on his chest, a dark but thin trail of hair leading downwards, and his cock stood solidly- begging for her. Without another thought, Rose took as much of him as she could without gagging- barely even half. The Doctor cried out unintelligibly, thrusting forward. Rose gagged around him and pinched his hip.

"Sorry!" He apologized. He grabbed the hair at the base of her head, slowly guiding both his hips and her head. She swirled her tongue around his tip and he cried out again, his hips flying forward. Rose loosened her throat, concentrating on not gagging so she could take more of him. Her mouth was wet, and hot and she knew exactly what to do with her tongue. He couldn't remember a time in which Rose had sucked him like this... he watched her. Her eyes were trained on his, lips wrapped tightly around his cock. She hummed and the Doctor seized again, feeling an all-to-familiar tightening at the base of his spine.

"Rose- Rose you need to- I'm going to-" He warned, voice shaking. Rose gave a slight shake of her head, shifting so she could wrap one hand around his hip to hold him, before bobbing her head faster, a slight 'pop' noise as she sucked. "R-Rose!" He yelped, his body going rigid as he hit release, hot liquid pumping into Rose's mouth. A long moan, dotted with obscenities Rose had never heard from her Doctor, escaped in his breath. She swallowed him down as much as she could, the taste so uniquely him.

The Doctor seemed almost embarrassed as his eyes refocused and he pulled his still-hard cock from her mouth, a trail of semen left on her lips. She smiled coyly, licking it away.

"You taste good, Doctor." Rose said in a throaty voice. Her eyes were hooded, a small smirk gracing her plump lips. She shifted to the side, patting the bed. "Lay down."

The Doctor's eyebrows shot up. He knew Rose didn't typically take control, but did as asked and laid on the bed. Swiftly, she moved to straddle him, pressing her entrance right over him.

"D'you still want me?" She purred, bringing the front half of her body down. Her breasts brushed against his chest.

"Always." He didn't mean for that to sound so hoarse.

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, each little bit making them both elicit more breathy noises, each other's names filling the thick, supercharged air of the bedroom. But Rose was moving far too slow for the Doctor's liking. He gripped her hips and thrust himself upwards, filling her to the hilt.

"Oh my god!" Rose yelped, digging her nails into the Doctor's chest. The pricks stung... in a good way. And then slowly, her body relaxed and she began riding him, hips moving in a measured, fluid way. She was grinding him, riding him up and down, an occasional sideways tilt of her hips. The Doctor fell into rhythm before long, and the two picked up the pace. He was hitting exactly where she needed him to, filling her and stretching her in the most orgasmic of ways.

"Rose... Oh, my Rose..." The Doctor growled, gripping her hips and guiding her faster. He pumped harder, gaining momentum. Pleasure filled both of their bodies, until Rose thought she may just burst. The Doctor released one hip, moving his hand between them and pressing on her clitoris, rubbing. Rose jerked and immediately came, hard, her moistness pooling and soaking his hips and her muscles spasming around him, milking him for everything he was worth.

But he wasn't done.

"Keep coming." He commanded, fucking her harder, as hard as his positioning would allow, his finger still playing with her oversensitive nerves. She was screaming, a scream built from torturous, painful pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure that seemed neverending. Her vision was spotty and blurry and all that was falling from her lips was his name.

"Oh god Doctor... Doctor! Doct- ah... Ah!" Her body was jerking with every surge. "Oh, God, Doctor! I wa... I want t'feel you... come for me Doctor, please!" She howled, and dug her nails into his chest, sucking his lower lip into her mouth, moaning against it. He moved his hand and grabbed her again, hips smashing together loudly. His yell came from his chest more than his throat, Rose's name over and over as he released. It rocked his entire body, blinded him as Rose rode out his orgasm, this time. She could feel his cock pulsing and releasing, his warm, slippery seed leaking out of her before he was even done.

They collapsed together, gasping for breath. The Doctor gave Rose a soft kiss on the lips.

"Rose?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

She looked at him, long and hard, as if thinking. Her eyes welled with tears... but she smiled. "I love you too, Doctor. I do."