Before she could stop the words from coming out of her mouth, Rose said breathlessly, "Stay with me tonight."

Jason looked at Rose, questioningly. "Rose, we don't have to do anything just because of what I said." Just moments before, Jason had confessed to falling in love with Rose. It was obvious to Rose that he didn't want it to seem like his confession was his way of pressuring her into moving their physical relationship beyond snogging.

"I want you," Rose confessed. "And you're right, I don't know if I'm ready to admit that what I feel for you is love. But I know that I am ready for us to be together."

Jason smiled softly before gently kissing Rose and then reaching down to unlock and open her door.

They rode in silence the few blocks to Rose's hotel. Jason pulled up and handed over his key to the valet. He met Rose on the other side of the car and took her hand as they walked into the hotel. Neither was paying attention enough to notice the paparazzo across the street with his zoom lens, snapping pictures of their arrival.

Five minutes later, Rose unlocked her hotel room door and walked in, holding the door open for Jason. He looked around the room and remarked "Nice place. Do you always stay in hotels this posh?"

"Not usually," she admitted. "My um… travel agent booked this place for me."

"You know, I never asked… how long are you staying in Manchester?" Jason questioned.

"I don't know. My agent booked this room without a departure date. She must have known I might want to extend my stay," Rose wondered again if the TARDIS had known how her vacation in Manchester would go and who she would meet. "Well, umm... why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Rose gestured to the small sitting area. "I'm just going to freshen up a bit…" Rose ducked into the loo and shut the door.

Rose looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. She took a few minutes to empty her bladder, wash her face, and brush her teeth. Rose laughed silently at the butterflies in her stomach. You'd think she was a virgin about to have sex for the first time. A couple more deep breaths and she stepped out of the loo.

Jason stood up from the sofa and Rose noticed that he had removed his jacket, shoes, and socks. Rose walked over to sit on the sofa and Jason sat down with her. Rose began to take off her sweater, socks and shoes as well. She looked up to see Jason smiling nervously at her, although it was obvious that he was trying to look relaxed. Rose scooted closer and reached for his hand to hold. "Why don't we see what's on the telly?" She hoped a little distraction would calm both their nerves.

"Great idea," Jason answered, reaching for the remote to the flat screen that was mounted on the wall across from the sofa. Jason scrolled through the channel guide. "Oooo… A Star Trek marathon… I love that show!"

Rose giggled, "Sounds perfect."

They snuggled closer together, propping their feet up on the coffee table. Jason wrapped his arm around Rose's shoulders and she rested her head on his chest. Rose took a deep breath and felt safer and more relaxed than she had in years. If it weren't for the missing hum of the TARDIS in the background, she would have thought she was 19 again and watching telly with the Doctor.

They watched a few episodes of the show, laughing at the fictional space travel concepts and aliens. After a second episode where Captain Kirk ends up kissing yet another attractive female alien, Rose suggested that the writers of the show must have used a relative of Captain Jack as inspiration.

"I don't know…" Jason said. "It seems like Captain Kirk has a certain type of alien he's attracted to. And I know for a fact that Captain Jack's type is pretty much anything sentient." Rose and Jason laughed at that.

"What about you? What's your type?" Rose asked.

"Blonde Torchwood Commanders," Jason answered, closing some of the distance between them. "You?"

"Genius university professors," Rose moved the rest of the way and their lips met. The kiss was gentle at first. Rose shifted her body so that she was straddling Jason's thighs, never separating from his lips. She then ran her tongue along his lips and he opened his mouth so that their tongues could meet in the middle. Their tongues languidly moved around each other's mouths, not rushing their exploration of each other. Rose wrapped her arms around Jason's neck, with one hand on at the back of his neck and the other combing her fingers through his short hair. Jason wrapped his arms around Rose's torso, holding her tightly to his chest.

When they separated to catch their breaths, Rose reached down to grasp the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head, but Jason stilled her hands with his. "Let me." It was more of a question than a statement. Rose nodded and he lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He gazed at her breasts encased in a pink lace bra. "Gorgeous," he said. He reached his fingers out to lightly trace the edge of where the lace and supple skin met. His touch sent sparks to her core. His motions became braver and he moved to hold her breasts in his hands, gently kneading them with his fingers and palms. He locked his gaze with hers and didn't break the eye contact as he continued to fondle her chest. Her nipples hardened under his ministrations and he focused on them, rolling the buds with his index finger and thumb. He then replaced one hand with his mouth on one of her breasts, sucking the nipple through the fabric. The jolt of electricity shot through Rose, causing her to toss her head back and gasp at the sensation.

Once she had recovered a bit, Rose reached down to pull Jason's shirt over his head and tossed it join hers. Jason reluctantly separated from her breast only long enough to remove his shirt. As he continued to work her nipples through the fabric, Rose began moving her hips over his thighs. The wetness of her core was aching for some sort of friction.

Jason reached behind Rose and undid the clasp of her bra, removing the last obstacle to her pert breasts. Rose moaned when his mouth reattached to her now bare chest. Jason continued his adoration of her breasts for another moment until Rose reached down to rub her palm along his growing hardness. Her touch made Jason stop his worship of her breasts and look up at her face. Rose assumed he was searching for some sort of sign about whether it was safe to continue down this road. Seeing no hesitation from Rose, he reached under her thighs tightly and told her "Hold on."

Rose squeaked as Jason stood up from the sofa carrying Rose. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched tightly to his shoulders with her arms. Jason slowed briefly as they passed the TV to turn it off and then carried Rose to the bed. He reached over and pulled the duvet down the bed. Then he laid her down and Rose scooted backward so that she was lying in the middle of the bed, propped up on her elbows to watch Jason. She hadn't been able to admire his lean, muscular torso until now. Jason stood up and removed his jeans; Rose's gaze followed his motions, admiring his muscular thighs, partially obstructed by his black boxer briefs with a rather large tent in the middle. He noticed Rose watching him and asked "See anything you like?"

"Maybe…" she replied cheekily, with a waggle of her eyebrows. Jason smirked and leaned over like he was going to crawl across the bed, but instead, he quickly undid Rose's jeans and pulled them over her hips and down her legs until she was left wearing nothing but pink lace underwear that matched the bra that was left somewhere near the sofa.

"Blimey, you're beautiful," Jason said, his eyes raking up and down her body. Rose's heartrate accelerated hearing that phrase coming from those lips after all these years. The Doctor had told her that same thing before she stepped out into Cardiff to meet Charles Dickens. Jason crawled up the bed then, laying his body so that it was partially covering Rose's so as not to crush her completely under his weight. They returned to the kiss they had started on the sofa, only this time there was a passion and desperate need behind their movements. Rose put one hand behind Jason's head to hold his face to hers and the other ran up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling under her touch. Jason propped himself up on one elbow and then ran his free hand from Rose's cheek, down her neck, lightly grazing her breast before meandering lower down her side until it reached her hip.

Once his fingers reached the fabric of her knickers, Jason moved them under the waistband and toward the center of the garment. He dipped his fingers into her curls and moaned at the warm moisture he found. He ran his fingertips gently around her sensitive core, before brushing lightly against her clit. Rose gasped into his mouth and her hips jutted forward instinctively. He circled her clit a few more times before pulling back slightly to look at her face, her lips swollen from their kisses. Again he searched her face for any signs of hesitation. In response, Rose reached down to Jason's wrist, pushing his hand further into her knickers. Jason slipped one finger into her and groaned into Rose's ear "you're so wet, Rose".

Jason leaned his body more onto Rose, trapping her under him and he began to move his finger in and out of her, rubbing his thumb along her clit. Rose's moans were stifled by Jason's lips rejoining hers. Jason's lips moved down Rose's jaw and down to her neck as he added a second finger into her. Rose began to feel a tightness in her core as Jason increase the speed of his fingers. Rose's muscles began to tremble and flutter around his fingers. He moved his mouth up to her ear and whispered "Let go, Rose. Come for me." At the sound of his deep Northern voice in her ear, she toppled over the peak and screamed Jason's name, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. Jason continued to stroke her softly as her body recovered from her orgasm. He removed his hand from her knickers and licked her juices from his fingers.

As Rose regained her composure, she looked into Jason's eyes. She pulled him down to her for another brilliant snog while her hands reached down to his waistband and began to push his boxer briefs over his hips and throbbing erection. Once his pants were off, Rose lifted her hips off the bed to remove her knickers. Rose shifted her body and opened her legs in order to cradle Jason between her thighs. The tip of his erection brushed her center and she gasped. Jason was reaching his hand down to position himself at her entrance when he suddenly froze and muttered "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Rose asked.

"We need a condom," Jason explained.

Rose cupped his face so that she could look into his eyes. "I'm a field agent for Torchwood. All female agents get shots three times a year. Can't really stop a mission to stock up on supplies once a month." She smiled at him reassuringly. "I'm okay without one if you are."

"Fantastic," he grinned goofily, before focusing back on the task at hand. His hand continued the journey to his erection and positioned his head at her entrance. He paused for a moment to make eye contact and then slowly pushed into her. Rose moaned at the sensation of him filling her inch by inch. Jason stayed still for a moment as they reveled in this new level of intimacy and feeling of completeness. "Fuck, Rose, you feel so good."

After another moment, Jason began rocking his hips, thrusting slowly in and out of Rose's core. He put both forearms on either side of Rose's head and ducked down to capture her lips again with his. They kissed haphazardly with each thrust. Jason began to tilt his pelvis slightly at different angles and the movements would elicit moans from Rose. Eventually he found an angle that had Rose gasping "more, yes, harder!"

Having just witnessed Rose's orgasm, Jason increased his pace when he saw signs that she was approaching her peak again. His thrusts began to falter as he too approached the edge of orgasm. One…two… three thrusts more and Rose toppled over again, panting his name as if she was worshipping a deity. At the feel of Rose's muscles tightening around him, Jason fell over his own cliff, his cock releasing its warm fluid into Rose. Her muscles fluttered again, milking every last drop from him.

Jason collapsed on Rose as they both recovered from their mind-blowing orgasms. Rose ran her hands up and down his back, scratching lightly. He began to soften inside her when he lifted himself off of her and rolled onto his back, bringing Rose tightly against his side. "That was brilliant!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, you were." Rose smiled up at him. He chuckled and bent down to kiss her quickly before laying back down. Rose snuggled up to Jason for another minute, before moving to get out of bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jason asked.

"Well, someone's gotta turn out the light. And I've gotta use the loo," she explained.

"Hurry back," Jason begged. "It's lonely over here."

Rose emerged a moment later from the loo to turn out the light and climb back into bed. She nestled back into Jason's side and he wrapped his arm around her to hold her against him. She kissed his shoulder and rested her head on his chest.

"Good night, Jason."

"Good night, love."

Rose was too tired to notice the pulsing of Jason's binary vascular system under her head as she drifted off to sleep.