Chapter Eight : She's so beautiful, and I'm... Well, look at me!

One sure movement and he was inside her, buried to the hilt. His eyes closed for a moment and he let out a ragged breath, as too long controlled desire rushed through him. She was so warm, so tight, and the scent of her arousal was everywhere.

Breathless, Rose stared back at him, her wide eyes searching his face as she felt him thicken and pulse inside her. He pulled her close, his lips kissing her throat, his tongue flicking against her fluttering pulse as he breathed her in. Control barely his he pulled back, this time almost entirely withdrawing from her center, then slammed back into her, deeper even than before, making her cry out even as she clung to him, wanting him closer, deeper still. She smoothed her hands over his back and up to his shoulders, her fingers stroking against tense muscle before she grazed the nape of his neck with her fingernails.

The Doctor had expected the sensation of being inside Rose to feel amazing, but it was so much more than that. It felt almost as if she had made him complete, as though in her he had found a missing part of himself, a part so vital that he could scarcely believe he had lived so long without it – without her.

He leant in and captured her lips, opened them with the pressure of his own, kissed her until Rose thought her heart would burst, and she wasn't quite sure she cared if it did. But then he broke the kiss and she took a breath that made her head rush, or perhaps that was just his kiss.

Before he could stop himself the Doctor pulled out of her tight warmth, then pushed back in deeper, the movement fierce, as savage instinct and need stirred within him, blinding him. Rose was like nothing he had ever known. She was tight, hot and slick, and as he moved he could feel her arousal coating his cock as he stretched her. She was fire beneath him, around him, even in his blood.

He drew an unsteady breath and licked his lips, hoping for a moment of control, but the taste of her was still heavy upon his mouth and it broke him. With a dark growl he moved again, deep, hard and barely able to think of anything except making her his. Now. Always. Forever. His.

The Doctor caressed Rose's breast with one hand, his cool fingers tormented her nipple into such bliss that it made her arch into his touch, all the while making noises that did nothing to calm his blood.

Rose closed her eyes and threw her head back, a wordless cry screaming from her heart at the Doctors desperate claiming of her. His movements were a steady in and out, but each withdrawal was countered by a deeper return. Rose had never felt herself so completely taken by a lover, but her body responded instinctively to his. She felt herself become slick and wet where he pushed deeply into her, until each firm thrust seemed easier to take than the last. Soon she was lifting her hips to meet his, dragging her fingernails down his back and encouraging him with fevered cries as her body burned under him.

The Doctor lifted his weight off her slightly and his eyes locked with hers as he slipped one hand between their bodies, his long fingers seeking out her core. Rose caught her breath as the Doctor's thumb stroked her clit over and over, driving her mad as he thrust repeatedly into her, his own rhythm becoming more urgent.

She arched up into his touch, her hands holding onto his shoulders as the tightening, fluttering sensation inside her swept through her body with breathtaking speed. All it took was one more push and she broke, the intensity of her orgasm making her gasp for breath as her body shuddered repeatedly through waves of pleasure.

Her hands moved to grasp desperately into the bed sheets and she bucked against him, hearing his dark growl of satisfaction as he followed her over the edge and came hard inside her. His cock pulsed over and over, his seed surged deeply inside her, colder than she had expected.

She remembered in that moment that he had told her he couldn't make her pregnant, and for half a second she wondered if it was true, wondered if it mattered, wondered what it would feel like to have his child growing inside her… But then he kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, and such flights of fancy were forgotten as he swallowed her cries and her body burned under him as she gave herself up to him completely.

~oOo~

The Doctor lay beside Rose, watching her sleep, his head propped up by one arm. There was an alarm clock by the bedside but he had paid it no heed, unwilling as he was to glance away from his sleeping beauty even for a second. And yet, he was aware that time was moving on, as was its want, for no matter how he tried to ignore it the clock, like a steady metronome, announced the death of each precious second.

Careful not to wake her, he reached out with one hand and gently touched Rose. He trailed one fingertip from her softly parted lips, down her throat, across the curves of her breasts to her stomach, where he painted invisible words of his language across her skin as she drifted through dreams.

Even as he touched her, he tried to convince himself that the words he was covering her body in were little more than random patterns and nonsense. But of course they weren't, they were so much more than that. They were words he could never say, would never say, had no right to say, but they burned within his unworthy hearts all the same.

He knew that he was going to have to fix what had happened between him and Rose. He had always known, right from the moment he had seen her in the bar. He just hadn't wanted to think about it.

Rose began to stir under the Doctor's gentle touch and even though he knew that he should stop, he didn't. He couldn't.

Moving his hand down her body and gently parting her thighs, he slowly slipped two long fingers between her damp warm folds, and began to stroke her there as Rose opened her eyes to look at him. She smiled a lazy smile, relaxing under his touch.

The Doctor scarcely dared to blink, wanting so much to remember every moment of this precious time with her. She parted her lips and a soft sigh escaped her, and for a moment she allowed her eyes to flutter closed, but then she looked at him again, meeting his steady gaze with her own.

She was warm, wet and slippery under his fingers. He sought and found her clitoris, and watched her bite her lower lip when he did. He stroked her softly, gently, his fingers circled the hardening pearl hidden between velvet folds, then he rubbed across it once, twice. Soon helpless, Rose lifted her hips, arched her body off the bed and into his touch, crying out as she broke in orgasm.

A little while later she stared back at him, her breath unsteady, her heart racing. He slipped his hand from her center and licked his fingers as she watched him with wide and fascinated eyes.

"What…" Rose took a breath. "What do I taste like?"

He hesitated, contemplated the question, but he could not find the words, he wasn't even sure they existed. And so, silently he reached out and traced one finger around her lips.

Rose licked her lips, and then the Doctor slowly pushed a finger into her mouth. She gently sucked the taste of herself from his finger as he watched her. When she was done he removed his finger from her mouth and stared at her, losing himself in some kind of wonder.

He reached out and brushed a lock of her blonde hair from her cheek. "How am I ever going to be able to leave you?"

"Don't," she said simply, as if it really was that easy. "Stay with me."

"You know I can't."

"Then let me come with you." She watched as the light in his eyes dimmed a little, and it hurt her more than she wanted to admit.

"You can't."

She hated herself for asking, but she asked all the same. "Why can't I?"

The Doctor touched her face, tried to make her understand. "Rose, you're so young, and I'm…"

She reached out with one hand, her fingers touching his lips, silencing him. "Beautiful," she whispered.

The Doctor took hold of her hand and looking at her with dark eyes he pressed a slow kiss to her wrist. Feeling the sudden quickening chase of her pulse he let go of her hand and moved to cover her body with his, his lips trailing fire-hot kisses to her throat as he claimed his rightful place between her legs.

"Oh, Rose." His voice at her ear made her shiver against him, as want and need, and desire for him rushed through her body. "You have no idea how much I want you."

Feeling the Doctor's erection urgent against her belly, Rose wrapped her legs around his hips. "Take me with you, and you can make love to me every night," she whispered.

He groaned as he moved closer, the head of his cock nudging just an inch or two inside her slick, wet, center. He wanted to push deeper but somehow he found the strength to wait. His eyes met hers and he grinned. "Only, every night?"

Rose twisted under him, frustrated at his refusal to take her seriously. "Fine," she said, hoping that she at least sounded as if she didn't care. "I get it. You don't want me to come."

The Doctor gently grazed his teeth along the curve of her shoulder, while one of his hands stroked distracting circles to the warm skin of her stomach. "Oh I want you to come, Rose. I want you to come repeatedly."

Rose took a breath. "That… that's not what I meant."

"But it's what I meant." He moved slightly, his lips ghosting a soft kiss to one nipple before he looked up and met her eyes again.

Rose stared back at him and licked her lips. "You're insatiable."

His eyes darkened to almost black, and with one desperate thrust he was buried deep inside her. "And don't you just love it?"