Notes: Unfortunately, my incredible beta reader, thedoctormulder is without internet access for a bit. I have the next story arc written, but I'm going to try and wait for her to come back and look it over before posting. In the meantime, I have a little un-beta-ed smut to share. I hope there aren't too many mistakes in there, but I didn't want to leave you all without anything for too long.
Clara was back on Earth, doing her teacher-ish things. River and Jamie were off exploring with their own TARDIS. Torchwood was getting on just fine with Pete, Donna, and Mickey helping out. They occasionally visited with the younger Clara, Jamie, and River. For the most part, they were all happily living their lives.
As a result, the Doctor and Rose were on their own for a bit. They decided to take a vacation and were visiting the many wonders of the universe. Mostly tourist spots before they had been discovered. Waterfalls, mountain tops, secluded beaches, and the like. Rose was currently sun bathing on the pink sands of what would be one of the most popular resorts in the Milky Way Galaxy, and the Doctor was lounging beside her, admiring the lovely purple bikini she was wearing. He had told her that there was no need for any clothing at all, given the lack of anyone else around, but she said that she didn't want to risk getting sun burn on her more sensitive parts. He reluctantly agreed that would be unfortunate, but now he was calculating just how long it would take him to get the scraps of cloth off of her.
Rose sighed happily and shifted onto her stomach so that her back could get some sun as well. This affected the Doctor's calculations favourably, as the ties for her top were now more easily accessible. He gazed lovingly at his beautiful wife. In all of his lives, he had never dreamed that he would find love like this. He loved all of his companions, but in more of a paternal or fraternal way. Only once or twice had he thought it was something more romantic, but they still paled in comparison to what he felt for his Rose.
"You're staring love," Rose mumbled, surprising him from his musings.
"That's because you look so delectable lying there, darling," he replied and moved to lie next to her on the blanket. He toyed with the ends of the ties on her bathing suit. "I was thinking about how I had never thought I would have something like this before I met you."
"Never thought a love like this was even real before I met you," she admitted. "Figured I'd end up having a few kids, working in a shop maybe, hope that whoever their father was would hang around. That's how it was for everyone on the estate."
"You deserve the universe, my love. Jewels, travel, pampering, anything your little heart desires," he told her earnestly as he finally pulled the string to release the top of her bikini.
"I have everything I desire with you," she sighed and turned toward him, allowing the fabric to fall away from herself onto the blanket.
He moaned and threaded his fingers into her blonde curls, pulling her mouth harshly against his. His other hand cupped one of her now exposed breasts and squeezed it gently, prompting Rose to bury her own hands into his thick hair as well. The Doctor rolled her onto her back and moved his leg over hers, pushing her knees slightly apart. The hand that was previously combing through her long hair trailed teasingly down her side until he reached her hip and turned toward where she really wanted him to touch. Rose squirmed in anticipation making him chuckle at how easily he could please her. Centuries of practice meant that he knew every little touch that would set her on fire with lust and he marvelled at how it never grew boring.
The Doctor rubbed her clitoris through the dampening fabric of her bikini and Rose closed her eyes, sighing in bliss at her husband's touch. She reached down to his swim trunks and squeezed his bum, sending him a telepathic indication that she would like him naked as well. He moved to take off his shorts, then pulled her bottoms off and tossed them aside.
Rose smiled up at him as he hovered over her and he rubbed his nose against hers playfully. Could he be any happier? In all his lives, things had never been more perfect. It was almost terrifying in the fact that sooner or later, something was bound to go wrong. For the moment, however, he would bask in it. The Doctor lowered himself onto her body and finally entered her waiting body. She pulled his mouth to hers once more by tugging on his hair and he set a slow, languorous pace, not wanting it to ever end.
Rose wrapped her legs around the Doctor's waist as they easily fell into a well practised rhythm. The life she knew before the Doctor was so brief in comparison to the time they spent together now. The time that she had spent with even the first incarnations of him that she fell in love with were even shorter and while she knew that one day, she would have a new Doctor to love, having spent centuries with this version would make the change very difficult. She quickly banished those thoughts. They were having such a marvellous time, she didn't want to spoil it with things like that. Like the Doctor, though, she felt the timelines threatening to burst their perfect little bubble with catastrophe.
"I love you, Doctor," she sighed, redirecting her attention back to enjoying the time they had.
"And I you, my darling Rose," he replied and whispered endearments to her in Gallifreyan. She had tried to learn some of his language a century or two ago, but she had become terribly frustrated with the number of verb tenses and given up. Still, she loved the sound of him speaking to her in the long forgotten language of his people.
Feeling that he wouldn't last much longer, the Doctor reached between them to stimulate her just a little more, urging her on with telepathic caresses, while trying to hold back and wait for her to fall before him. If there was one thing that he prided himself on in their marriage, it was that he wouldn't leave her unsatisfied. Rose screamed her release, knowing there was no one else to hear, and he followed her quickly with a few more firm thrusts.
He collapsed next to her on the blanket and Rose turned to snuggle into his side as they caught their breath.
"We should go back inside," Rose mumbled.
"I don't want to move from this spot. I want to stay in this very moment for eternity with you," the Doctor replied.
"Mmm. As lovely an idea as that is, I don't want you to get sunburn on that lovely arse of yours," Rose teased.
"Fine. A shower and then dinner and dancing on Melodia III. Every course of the meal contains chocolate," he told her with a quick peck on the lips before he jumped to his feet and began collecting their things.
Rose couldn't help but wonder how long they could keep running like this before the next disaster took hold. But if they lived their lives forever in fear of that, they'd never enjoy what they had in the moment.
