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Thanks for reading and sorry for the cliffhanger in the last chapter. I'm sorry for hurting the Doctor so I thought you deserved some smut ;) Here you go.

Rose fell onto her bed. She hadn't been here for months. Why did she run away? She loved him... she wanted to be with him for eternity. But then why did she run away? She was scared... but of what? Of her feelings? Or of their future? She knew that the Doctor would outlive her but she never thought about him actually seeing her die. She always just assumed that when she was old he would leave her. Maybe visit her on birthdays but not one moment she thought of him being with her for the rest of her life... she never thought he'd propose. She never thought he felt so much for her... how could he? She was just human. One out of billions. Not special at all. She was just lucky. Lucky that this day she had to bring that lottery money to Wilson. Lucky that she met him. Well, the old him. So why would he want to marry her? Because he loves you, stupid! That was obvious, wasn't it? He did feel that much for her. You have to be very in love to propose... at least on earth. Did marriage mean the same on Gallifrey? The same feelings? Forever together? Happily ever after. But she didn't want that. She wanted adventures, she wanted to see new worlds and people. What if marriage to him meant to settle down? What if marriage meant the end of their traveling? What if he wasn't running but searching? Searching for a time and place he'd find love and then stay there. She couldn't stand just being at home. She couldn't go back to that. Getting up at 6:30 am, going to work, going back home, eating and then sleep just to do it again the next day.

There was a knock on her door. She rolled over and burried her face in the cushions.

"Rose..." he knocked again. "I just need to know... was that a 'no'?" He asked. What should he do if she said no? How could he possibly survive that? Rejection from his Rose? He shouldn't have asked...

Then suddenly the door opened. Rose looked at him and then placed one hand on his cheek. He leanded into her touch.

"Doctor... I just need to... I need time." She gave him a poor smile. She could've just asked what marriage meant to him. But what if it actually meant settling down? What would she do? She couldn't handle that. "Could you...bring me home?" she asked. He nodded and turned around to walk back to the control room.

Blimey, what had he done. He would lose her. He could feel it. How had he ruined everything? They'd been so happy. All he needed was her, only his Rose; her smooth hand in his. Why had he asked for more? Why had he had to push her into this? Now she would leave...he didn't allow his thoughts to go further. The possibility of Rose leaving him was more than he could take. He flew the TARDIS to the Powell estate. When he went back to her room she'd already packed a suitcase. He remained silent - mostly to cover his sorrow. He wanted so badly to go back in time and slap his younger self for the mere thought of asking her to marry him. She walked past him; into the control room and out of the TARDIS.

"How do I know when I should come back?" He asked as she was already half across the yard.

"I don't know how long I'm going to need. Just be here at 6 pm every day. I know it's cruel and I'm sorry but I can't..." her voice faded again and he saw the sorrow in her eyes. He walked up to her and framed her face with both his hands. Then he bend down and kissed her. Without tongue, just a kiss goodnight.

It took her 18 days. His spirits sank with every day arriving at the powel estate at 6 pm. It was painful to wait there for hours every time. Maybe she just didn't find the courage to tell him she didn't want to... he couldn't think further. 17 days of nearly dying. And then for the 18th time she waited in the yard. He just wanted to kiss her. He wanted to feel her warmth. He walked up to her but instead of touching her he just looked into her eyes trying to make out the answer he'd get.

"Doctor. I've been thinking about... what you said and I have an answer." She said. "But first I want to expain. I want you to know why I had to think about it! You know I love you but there are worries. I'm scared of what marriage means to you... to Time Lords. I'm worried that it means settling down; that it means the end of our adventures. I don't want you to be there when I die. I don't want you to feel that pain... and if I promise to stay with you... I promise you to see me die. I am not scared of dying; I'm scared of leaving you behind, of leaving you alone. That's why my answer is yes."

He looked up. After that speech he had expected to hear a 'no'. He took a step closer to her - their chests almost touched - he bend down and captured her in a soft, slow but still passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. He kissed her neck.

"Say it again." he whispered into her skin.

"Yes, Doctor. I will marry you!" He scooped her up spinning around. "I love you!" she shouted as if she wanted the whole world to know.

"I love you too, my precious Rose." He carried her into the TARDIS - over the doorstep. Then he placed her back on the floor. "I've been waiting to do this..." he pulled out the ring and put it on her finger. She looked at her hand and the diamond glittered in the blueish light of the TARDIS console. He watched her and another wave of buring desire rolled over him. Now it was not the urge to kiss her, but to be inside her. In one swift movement he pressed her against the doors, pulled down her jacket and kissed her. Her hands flew to his hair and her lips opened to allow his tongue to enter her mouth. She moaned. 18 days. 18 days without that - without him. Though she was the one causing it she had missed him. His one hand moved to beneath her thigh and hooked her leg up around his hip. They slowly moved to their bedroom leaving a trail of clothes. First his suit jacket, his tie, her tee, his shirt.

They reached the door. The Doctor, who was still half carrying Rose leaned against it, pushing it open. He guided them to the bed. He was on top of her kissing his way down from her neck to her belly button. One hand under her back - slowly going down to her bum - and one massaging her breast. She moaned as his longue licked over the tender flesh right beneath her belly button. He removed his hand from her bum and unbuttoned her jeans. He pulled them down. She was wearing pink lacey knickers - a little part of his brain wondered if she had planned this. His hand brushed the wetness of her knickers. She groaned and her hands once more entangled in his hair now tugging him up to her lips. She kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. His hand went from her breast to the straps of her bra slowly pulling them down her arms. She let go of his hair to prop herself up so that he could reach the hooks of her bra. The beautiful but no longer necessary piece of lacey fabric landed in the corner of the room. He kissed her bare breast, circling her nipple with his tongue. She moaned and arched her hips up to his stomach. He hummed and the vibration on her hard nipple made her moan again. He flicked her nipple with his tongue and then moved on to the other breast. Then he slowly kissed his way down to her belly button. His hands moved down her sides between her hips and the small knickers. He pulled them down and they, too, landed in the corner. He ran his hands over the insides of her thighs spreading them further. He settled himself down between her legs one hand slowly going up her thigh just to stop only inches before her center. She reached for his hand in order to move it where she wanted him to touch her most but instead he entangled their fingers his ring finger running over the diamond on her hand. His other hand moved to her clit. She moaned. He put more pressure on his massage and elicted a louder moan. He lowered his head and licked over her slit. The his tongue darted inside her; again and again, brushing her g-spot every time. She cried ot loud. She was nearly on edge and felt an orgasm comig. He pulled his tongue out still tasting her.

"Don't. Stop." she said between moans - he was still caressing her clit. He let go off her hand and thrust two fingers inside her. She clenched the sheet. " Doctor! Hn..." the waves of pleasure buried her as the orgasm reached her. "d..t... stop!" his fingers moved faster until she let out a final moan her hands relaxing and her head tilting back. He pulled his fingers out with a soft, wet noise.

He moved up kissing her neck. She pulled him into a passionate kiss. Startled by the energy he lost his position and all his wéight dropped on her. She felt how hard he was and grinned. Her hands went down opening his belt buckle, the button and the zipper. She pulled down his trousers and boxers in one go. He discarded of them and groaned as her hand moved over his length. She spread her legs and he thrust into her. She moaned her hands flew to his shoulders digging into his tense muscles. His thrusts got faster and it was easier for her to keep up wth his rhythmn now knowing what was coming. Due to her movements they both came quicker and harder. They both groaned breathlessly. He rolled off her, his hand finding hers again.

"Doctor?" she asked.

"What is it, love?" He turned his head sideways to meet her wonderful eyes.

"You still haven't told me... what does it mean to you? Marriage?"

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