Chapter Six : Mama always said, 'life was like a box of chocolates'

Closing the small distance between them, the Doctor reached out and cupped Rose's face in his hand. His long fingers pushed through her soft blonde hair as he tilted her face up a little and his thumb gently stroked across the apple of her cheek.

"No more games," he whispered.

Finding herself unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze Rose stared back at him, her heart racing. She moistened her lips. "No."

He let his hand fall from her face and he shrugged off his jacket, throwing it to a nearby chair. He removed his boots and socks, and pulled off his jumper, casting it to the floor. Only then did he return his attention to Rose, taking her face into his hands once more.

"I want you." His voice was heavy with desire as he drew her closer to him.

Spellbound, Rose watched as the Doctor's eyes darkened to the colour of diamond and quartz. His lips hovered barely above hers and his body, hard and tense, left her in no doubt of his desire for her. She could not help but tremble, not with fear, but with the strength of longing that surged through her body at the way he looked at her.

"Want you too," she told him and closed her eyes as his mouth claimed hers.

Even though she had known that the Doctor was about to kiss her, she was not prepared for the intensity that swept through her. It was as if she had been thrown into a maelstrom, a storm, a breathtaking destiny from which there could be no escape. Blindly she reached out to hold onto the Doctor, to anchor herself to him for fear that she would be swept away by whatever force of nature that it was that had so suddenly and violently torn through her heart.

His kiss was firm and sure, all the while guiding but not forcing her into anything she was not willing to accept. His tongue flicked across her lower lip and Rose moaned softly, opening her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

The soft sounds of her pleasure was all the encouragement he needed, as his hands slipped from her face to her shoulders and down the length of her arms, his touch cool and exploring. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew that he had wanted to take this slower, to savour each moment with her. But the longer he held Rose in his arms, kissed her, tasted her, felt the fluttering beat of her heart, the more he began to realise that the fire that was building between them was not something that either of them could restrain or control.

In turn Rose's eager hands wrapped themselves up and around the Doctor's neck, wanting, needing him to be closer. She raked her fingernails through his short cropped hair and delighted at the moan of want that he fed her hungry mouth. Encouraged, she smoothed her hands down over his chest, her fingers spreading out like stars as she caressed his skin.

Slowly Rose let one of her hands move lower, down past the Doctor's belt buckle and then lower still, her fingers ghosting against his erection. With a groan of desire the Doctor pushed into her hand, and having been given such obvious permission, Rose's touch suddenly became more sure, more exploring. She traced the outline of the Doctor's erection and even under the restraint of denim she found him more than adequate, more so when she felt him harden even further as her hand stroked against him. He moaned into her mouth and she couldn't help but smile under his kiss at the reactions she was causing in him. Desire swept through her body and she grew bold, daring, her fingers pulling open the button of the Doctor's jeans with clear intent.

The Doctor broke their kiss and caught her hand in his, dark eyes meeting hers. She stared wordlessly up at him, her breathing shallow. Trembling, she licked her lips and saw his attention narrow to her mouth.

"Doctor…" She whispered his name and caught her breath as he leant in close, resting his forehead against hers as he looked at her.

His cool breath touched her cheek and Rose's heart jumped, aching as she was for the return of his kiss. Before she even realised it, the Doctor had turned her around so that she was standing in front of him, her back to his chest. He wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close against him and lowered his mouth to her throat, breathing in the scent of her.

Rose closed her eyes and gave herself up entirely to the sensations that were sweeping through her body. The Doctor's large hands leisurely explored her, caressed her, learned her, stroking from hip to waist and finally to her breasts, where his fingertips skilfully teased her nipples into aroused peaks.

No longer able to remain silent in his game of pleasure and torture Rose cried out softly. "Please… Doctor, please."

The Doctor moved slightly, his erection brushing against Rose's hip, making her catch her breath. Carefully he swept back her blonde hair and let his mouth trail across her cheek before brushing soft kisses to her throat. His teeth grazed her skin ever so slightly, then he drew back a step.

Trembling a little, Rose bit her lip to stop herself from crying out at the sudden loss of him. But a second later relief swam through her blood when she felt the Doctor's hands at her shoulders, and he slowly pushed down the narrow straps of her dress. In silence the Doctor smoothed his hands down the length of Rose's arms as he gently eased her dress down to her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Unbidden, Rose stepped out of the dress as it pooled around her feet, and taking a steadying breath she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the Doctor's cool fingers unhook the clasp of her bra.

Again, she felt him push the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, but this time her nerves got the better of her and at the last moment she crossed her arms in front of herself, catching the bra before it had a chance to fall.

The Doctor leant in close to her, his voice soft at her ear as he trailed cool fingertips down her spine. "Don't be afraid." He kissed the curve of her shoulder. "I won't hurt you."

"I know, I just…" She glanced over her shoulder at him then slowly turned around to face him, her insecurities shining bright in her eyes.

"You're beautiful, Rose." He reached out, stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and watched her with dark and intense eyes. "Let me see you," he whispered softly.

She held her breath then let it out as the corner of her mouth twitched into a shy smile and she let the bra fall away, her arms moving to her sides.

The Doctor moved closer, one of his hands settled at the small of Rose's back; the other cupped her face as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her lips softly. Rose leant into the kiss, her arms moving up and around the Doctor's neck, drawing him closer to her, even as she reached up onto her toes.

The Doctor let his hand drop from Rose's cheek to gently caress and then cup her breast, his thumb stroking in maddening little circles around one nipple. Desire shooting through her body, Rose broke the kiss, closing her eyes and trying to think straight. She felt the Doctor trail unhurried kisses down to her breast, and then take one nipple into his mouth where he sucked it softly.

Pushed over the edge, Rose cried out, her hand moving to hold his head at her breast, fingers pushing through his cropped hair. Pleasure and heat coursed through her blood at the soft, slow tug of his mouth at her breast. Her eyes fluttered open and transfixed she watched him, a soft and betraying sound of desire escaping her as she did so.

And then quite suddenly the Doctor swept her up into his arms and carried her over to her bed. He set her down carefully and moved to cover her, kissing his way down her body as Rose whimpered beneath him. He traced patterns with his fingertips across her stomach, and then slipped lower. Only when he stopped did she look down and meet his questioning gaze.

"Rose…" He whispered her name and she felt her body respond. She was hot and wet and silently screaming to have him inside her.

She let out a puff of breath. "I don't…" She closed her eyes for a second, trying to think.

"Rose?" The gentle tone of his voice made her look at him.

"I don't have any condoms, but I'm on the pill, so…" She let out a shaky breath, still amazed that this man, this stranger, could have such an effect on her.

The Doctor hesitated for a second and Rose held her breath. After a moment he leant forward and pressed a kiss first to her stomach, then to her hipbone. Looking up he met her hooded gaze and saw the passion in her eyes.

"I can't get you pregnant," he told her.

Rose stared back at him for a moment, then her eyes fluttered closed and she lifted her hips as the Doctor hooked his thumbs into the sides of her white lace knickers and slowly dragged them down.