A/N So, how are all of you beautiful Whovians? Hope you're well! I haven't published anything for years, and I'm changing that. Hope you have enjoyed this so far. I'm getting a kick out of writing it. Reviews and emails are welcome.
The Doctor closed the door to the TARDIS and leaned his back against the wood of the door, feeling his ship hum appreciatively against him. There were so many questions in his mind about Rose and how to proceed. She was sitting in the tattered jumpseat with her elbows on her knees. He walked up next to her and sat. Wrapping an arm around her back, and leaning into her he said, "I really didn't mean to be gone this long, love. I'm sorry. But I found another lead for the wood setting. Wasn't really worth the trouble, though."
Rose scoffed. "Yeah, well. Things are changed now. I'm changed. Doctor, I'm dead. I'm a vampire. I drink blood. How can you sit next to me and hold me like I deserve it."
"Because you're still my lovely, brilliant, good Rose. You never meant to hurt anyone. I don't care that you're different. In fact, you're immortal now. I may not outlive you, and I have to be honest, it may be selfish, but I'm thrilled about that."
She smiled back, her old, joyful smile. "Me too. I love you, Doctor. Never stopped." He pulled her to him and they kissed. His fingers traced the raised lines of the wolf tattoo. "Never figured you for ink," he chuckled. "Or dark hair."
Rose laughed. "Yeah, I'm too pale to keep peroxiding my hair. It's going to stay dark from now on, I think. And I like the tattoo."
"Me, too," The Doctor confessed. "It's sort of naughty and… well… sexy," he finished impishly, leaning down to place a kiss of the wolf. Bringing her to him for another snog, he pulled her up onto his lap and showed her how much he missed her.
A few hours later (and a short walk to a more appropriate venue for this sort of, um…reunion…) Rose and the Doctor lay in bed laughing and cuddling. The Doctor had made some seriously corny Dracula references and Rose was pretending to be offended when she sat up straight and sobered.
"Um, Doctor?" she started. "Before I see mum, I need to take care of something. I'm famished." She got up and started to dress herself. When the Doctor got up too, she stopped him. "I don't want you to come. I don't want you to see this part."
"Rose, you don't have to hide from me. Besides –"
"No, Doctor! Do you get it? I have to go hypnotize someone and literally steal their blood."
"No, you don't, Rose." He offered her his wrist. "My blood is stronger than a human's. It's more aerated because I have two hearts moving it along. My DNA is also much more complex, so you don't have to take as much from me. I recoup within minutes of blood loss, so you can feed from me every day. You'll never have to hurt anyone again."
"What if I can't stop?" Rose was tempted by the smell radiating from the arm he was holding out to her. "What if I drain you? I couldn't live with myself."
"I can stop you. Trust me, Rose. This works for both of us." He pushed his wrist closer.
Unable to restrain herself, she took the proffered limb and stoked the pulse point. They sat on the bed and got close. "Ready?" she whispered, not taking her eyes from his. He nodded and she bit down into his flesh.