Abe left his hand on the Doctors shoulder, and spoke softly. "They will kill you If they think you are trying to refuse their gift."

The Doctor sighed and shook off Abe's hand, "So we are prisoners?"

"Of course not," Abe exclaimed. "I told you this is a gift, and tomorrow you may explore the town if you like. The passing of the moon is a time for reflection, on our human lives."

"No one asked us if we wanted these gifts," the Doctor protested, closing the door. If it would have to wait for tomorrow then he would wait. He was really quite tired.

"Why wouldn't you want the chance to spend forever with your mate?" Abe sounded completely confused.

Why wouldn't he? Oh, yeah, because she wasn't his. "She's not my-"

"But she is," Abe protested, his soft voice deep in the dark around them. The Doctor could see clearly though. "What do you know of the Dark, Doctor?"

"Only the myths," the Doctor admitted.

"The Dark possess a different sense than many other species," Abe told him. "The wolf is able to see when one life is connected to another."

"We are friends," the Doctor stammered. His wolf was telling him to drop the act, Abe's eyes were saying the same. But it wasn't an act, not really.

Rose wasn't his to claim, even if he did want that.

"She is your mate," Abe muttered and yawned. "I suggest you work on loving her well, instead of fighting this, Doctor."

With that he hopped the counter with ease, and slipped to the back room. The Doctor knew that there were stairs up there that led to the families living quarters.

He blew out a puff of air, and argued with his frantic hearts. His wolf was tired, but it was also something else. The wolf wasn't thinking about how innocent Rose looked when she slept, no, the wolf was wondering what she looked like without clothes.

"If you want me to sleep, knock it off," he told himself.

The feelings died down, and he made his way to his room. The steps seemed to go on forever, and yet the distance between him and temptation closed too fast. She was still asleep, the thin sheet thrown off. He smiled, and moved her over on the bed.

She curled him onto him at once, when he settled. He should fight it, but really, what was the point? It wasn't unwanted, just unwise.

His eyes closed, and he probably would have missed it, if it weren't for his hearing. He could hear the squeak of a bed above them that was slow but picked up pace. He might have been able to ignore it if it weren't for the soft moans that also grew louder.

He felt part of himself stir, and he scooted his bottom half away from Rose carefully. That was cheating, and hardly fair. As if laying in a bed with Rose wasn't tempting enough, now he had to hear other people engaging in activities he would love to be doing himself. With Rose of course.

If she could just stay asleep and they could just finish, he could pretend this never happened.

"Doctor?" Her voice was sleepy, and like velvet.

Hell, he couldn't catch a break.

"Go back to sleep, Rose," he soothed, rubbing her back and willing his body to calm.

The noises continued on upstairs, and he was left to wonder if that was Abe's stamina or the wolfs.

"Are they?" She sounded embarrassed and less sleepy now.

"No," he lied, "you are only dreaming."

"Shut up," she rolled over, sitting up. "Oh, they are."

There was a pretty blush to her cheeks, and he felt a hunger deep in him. It was not for food or water, but for something much more important. He wanted to drink in Rose, to drown in what she was. He needed her like he had never needed anything in his very long life, but he sat on his hands and made himself stay still.

"Doctor?" She asked scooting closer. Close enough that her scent reached his nose, and he growled.

This time there was no whimper, in fact she let out a low growl on her own.

"Maybe I should go to another room," he suggested.

Rose's breaths were coming quickly, but his were straining to beat her.

If they would just stop upstairs he might be able to salvage this. No such mercies and he felt like he was being conspired against.

She moved closer still, "Doctor, I want-"

He pressed a finger to her lips. Her telling him was only going to serve to snap that last little bit of brain that was functioning. Tiny little bit, it was.

"It's a very bad idea, Rose."

She mumbled against his finger, and he moved it away. "I'm not scared."

Of course she wasn't. Her body was humming with desire, and she trusted him completely. It was a trust he had no intention of destroying now.

Oh, but she had a little pout to her lip. Not enough to be childish, just enough to make her look sexy.

Then her lips were on his, warm and soft, but also strong. He placed his hands on her shoulder, with the intention of stopping her, but all he did was rest them there. It was he that touched her lip with his tongue and she welcomed him.

It was fierce and she was pushing at his jacket when the noise above them ceased. It was the absence of noise that brought him back to his senses.

This wasn't the plan. This wasn't what Rose deserved. And it wasn't what he deserved for a completely different reason.

He pushed now, gently, and she didn't fight him.

"Don't, Rose, please," he begged. If she kissed him again he wouldn't stop.

She swallowed hard, and she seemed to come down a little. Her eyes were now more brown than black again.

"Okay," she agreed, and she rolled away from him. "Whatever you want, Doctor."

He scooted until he was laying, not making any attempt to touch her. They were both to on edge for that. He turned off the lamp, but the darkness couldn't hide her sniffles.

He had hurt her, her body shook just a little.

He would never hurt her on purpose, but he had done that now.

Sleep didn't matter, and it wasn't going to come. His body was still fighting for what he wanted, but he held it firmly on is side.

He thought about where the TARDIS was, and how to get them off this planet. Once they were cured, once a little time passed she would forgive him.

He hoped.