Chapter Five : I'll make him an offer he can't refuse

The Doctor smiled a little then leant in close and softly kissed Rose's lips before drawing back slightly, his blue-grey eyes meeting hers.

"Rose, if this is going to happen…"

"It is," she interrupted.

His eyes glittered with dark fire at the note of absolute certainty that rang in her voice. He lowered his head so that his lips brushed against her throat and he breathed in the scent of her as one of his hands moved to sit possessively at her hip.

"I want you to be sure."

"I am sure." She swayed close against him, her hands coming between them to rest on his chest, wanting him to believe her. "I want this. I want you. I've never been more sure of anything." She lifted her eyes and stared up at him as she slowly, deliberately, let one hand run down to his jeans zip. Her fingers brushed against his hardening erection, firmly held behind black denim and metal. Her tongue flicked to the corner of her mouth as she smiled. "Feels like you're sure too."

The Doctor couldn't help but push into her touch, and encouraged, Rose stroked him a little more firmly, her fingers tracing and exploring. He growled and caught Rose's hand in his holding her motionless against him, and stared deep into her eyes.

"Keep that up and I'll take you right here, right now," he warned her darkly, then lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed cool lips to her heated pulse, his eyes never leaving hers. "And as fantastic as that would be… it wouldn't be enough. I want more than that, an' I think you do to."

He released her hand and Rose leaned back against the doorway, her heart racing at his words and a fire burning under her skin. She licked her lips and continued to stare at him. "So it's 'look but don't touch', yeah?"

He nodded. "For now."

She smiled slowly, slipped off the Doctor's leather jacket and handed it back to him. "In that case you'd better have this back."

He frowned a little but put the jacket back on. "Why?"

"Because if you're not going to touch me, then I at least want you to be able to see what you're looking at," Rose admitted and stepped out of the shop doorway and into the cool embrace of the night. She spun around to face him. "Coming, Doctor?"

Slowly, he followed her into the night, his step almost predatory and his eyes tracing over her body with an undisguised hunger.

"Rose."

Watching him, she walked backwards a few steps, her blood on fire from the way he was looking at her. She bit back a smile, fully aware as she was that her little white dress clung to each and every curve, and that the cool night air, as well as the Doctor's dark, intense watchfulness, had brought her nipples to tight peaks of arousal.

"Like what you see, then?"

He made to touch her, draw her back to him, but she darted out of his reach. She heard him growl in frustration, and a surge of heat swept through her body at the sound.

"Rose,"

She licked her lips and let out an unsteady breath, certain that no one said her name the way he did. "It's not far from here," she whispered, taking another step back.

"What isn't?"

She opened the clasp of her tiny gold-sequined wrist purse, and removed a key. It glinted under the light of the street lamp.

Her heart racing, she looked from the key to the Doctor. "Where I live."

He was silent for a moment. "We'd be alone?"

"Yeah, we'd be alone." Rose nodded. "My mum…" She bit her bottom lip and began again. "Her mate Sharon's getting married, they've gone to Brighton for a Hen weekend. So… if you want to…"

"I want to."

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Rose pushed open her front door, switched on the hall light and kicked off her shoes. The Doctor followed a footstep behind her and closed the door behind them.

She heard the click of the lock, closed her eyes for a heartbeat to steady her nerve, then turned slowly around so that she was facing him. "Well, this is it, 'home sweet home'," she said quietly.

For a second they contemplated each other in silence before Rose turned to walk through to the living room, the Doctor following behind her.

"Would you like a drink?" She glanced over to a small cabinet that was tucked away in one corner of the room. "Not sure what we've got but…"

"Tea," the Doctor said. "Milk an' two sugars."

Rose lifted an eyebrow in surprise. "Tea?"

"It's a superheated infusion of free radicals and tannin – fantastic stuff.""

Rose laughed, a wide smile lighting up her face and her body relaxing. "Actually, I could murder a cup of tea, too."

She headed into the kitchen and again the Doctor followed. He leaned back against a cupboard to wait, as Rose slipped her wrist purse off and put it down alongside her front door key. She filled the kettle with water from the tap, then set about collecting together the mugs, milk, sugar and tea bags she needed.

While Rose waited impatiently for the water to boil she kept her back to the Doctor and tapped her fingernails on the bench top, then she opened her glittery gold purse and removed her mobile, idly checking it for messages.

Having decided that he had waited long enough, the Doctor moved to stand behind Rose, his body drifting close to hers. The kettle switched itself off and Rose stilled immediately, sensing the Doctor even before his touch came to her shoulder and smoothed down her bare arms. His fingers brushed over hers and he removed the phone from her hand, setting it down and pushing it slightly away. He pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder and Rose closed her eyes, leaning back against him as his hands settled at her hips, pulling her closer to him.

He lowered his head so that his lips brushed against her neck, his teeth gently grazing her as his kisses explored her skin. As he held her, he whispered dark promises at her ear, telling her such wicked things that a fire surged through her blood. Rose bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and breaking the spell he was wrapping her up in. She could not quite believe just how much she wanted this man, this stranger. She had never felt desire like this and it surprised her. In truth she had never really believed that such desperate and reckless want had existed – until now.

The Doctor's hands moved from Rose's hips to slowly stroke up her ribcage and gently cup her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples until they were tormented into aching peaks and Rose trembled from his touch. He kissed the hollow at the base of her neck where her pulse raced, and with that kiss Rose could no longer keep silent. Her breath caught in her throat and she gave a soft moan of building desire. She moved a little and could not prevent a glorious smile when she felt him hard and urgent against her hip, and heard the low moan that he gave as she pushed her body close to his.

Rose would have turned, wrapped her arms around the Doctor's neck and brought his mouth down to hers, kissing him desperately, except that it was at that moment her mobile began to ring; successfully shattering the dark and illicit silence they had wrapped themselves in.

The Doctor glanced at Rose's mobile and when he saw the name that flashed on the screen he felt a cold surge of jealousy rip through him. Such emotions he could usually hold in control, but not now, control was impossible now. Rose was in his arms, she was soft and warm and yielding, and the scent of her arousal was everywhere. She was his and the thought of anyone else having a claim on her burnt an almost uncontrolled jealousy through both of his hearts.

He kissed her neck and felt her pulse jump. "Answer it."

She shook her head. "No."

He tightened his hold on her, pulled her firmly against him so that she could feel the strength of his desire for her. "I said… answer it."

She licked her lips, picked up the mobile and pressed the answer button. "Hey Mickey…" She closed her eyes for a second and tried to steady her breath as the Doctor's hands stroked down her body to sit again at her hips. "Um… yeah. I'm home." The Doctor nudged Rose's feet apart, widening her stance. "It was okay, I was just tired that's all." She bit her lip as the Doctor slid a hand up her thigh, his fingers edging under the hem of her dress. "Look Mickey, I'll ring you in the morning yeah? No don't… I know but…" The Doctor's fingers reached higher. "Because I'm tired." She let out a breath. "Okay… goodnight." She swallowed hard. "Yeah…me too."

Hanging up, she set the phone back down onto the bench and pulled herself free of the Doctor, turning around to face him, her anger rising. "I shouldn't have done that. He doesn't deserve that. He's my boyfriend, he's the one I should be sleeping with – not you."

The Doctor took a step forward. "You're mine."

"No I'm bloody not!" Hot, angry tears of frustration threatened at Rose's eyes.

The Doctor's own anger flared. "You know what, you're right – you should be sleeping with Mickey. But you're not, an' do you know why?"

Rose took a step forward. "Shut up."

"Because he doesn't make you feel alive – I do."

"I said shut up."

"You feel it every time I touch you, every time I kiss you… every time you close your eyes and imagine how it's going to feel when I…"

"Shut up!"

She lifted her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist before she could, pulling her in close and wrapping her up in his arms. She did not struggle, instead she let him hold her and eventually she drew back a little to stare up into his eyes, accepting the truth he had made her face up to.

The Doctor released her, letting her take a step away from him. She said nothing, only turned and walked out of the kitchen, through the living room and into the hall. The Doctor straightened his shoulders and followed her.

He found her standing in her bedroom, her arms wrapped tight about herself as though she was deep in thought. When she realised that he was standing in the room with her she let her arms fall back to her side and she contemplated him in silence for a moment before a slow smile came into bloom at the corner of her mouth.

"There's a strange man in my bedroom," she whispered.

He let his eyes trail over her body. "Yes, there is."

Rose pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Well, anything could happen."

The Doctor's eyes grew dark and he took a step forward. "Yes."