Rose jabbed her index finger three times into his chest to emphasize her next words. "I…. am…. yours."
Jason's pupils dilated as he processed her words. A growl rolled out from his chest and in a fraction of a second, he grabbed Rose by her hips and reversed their positions, pinning Rose to the wall instead. "Mine," he growled, before devouring her mouth with his.
To say this kiss was intense was an understatement. Rose knew her assertive tactic would work, she just hadn't realized how well. She always imagined her leather-clad Doctor would be a more aggressive lover, but hadn't imagined just how much more until now. Rose loved John and their gentle lovemaking. At times, passion might have led to more adventurous positions, but they never did anything as carnal as shag against a wall. Desire surged through Rose as she realized that this particular fantasy might become a reality in this very moment.
Rose opened her mouth in an attempt to meet Jason's frantic kisses. Their lips and tongues fought for dominance. Jason pushed his legs between Rose's forcing her feet wider apart and onto her tiptoes. Rose raised one leg up to Jason's hip, just as he rolled his pelvis against hers. The bulge in the front of his jeans rubbed against Rose's center at just the right angle to elicit a moan from her. Rose was beginning to feel the desperate burning need for oxygen when Jason released her mouth to move to her neck. He reached for her blouse and yanked hard, causing the seam to tear and give Jason better access. He latched on and bit and sucked at her pulse point, leaving a mark that would send a clear message to Jack and any other man that Rose was his.
Jason's mouth returned to Rose's as he rolled his hips against Rose's center again. Rose reached behind Jason, grabbing his bum and encouraging him to continue the motions of his pelvis. Jason's hands were not idle during all of this. He reached up to the tear in her shirt and pulled again, stretching the tear almost to her navel. He slid his hands inside her now torn blouse to grab her breasts, squeezing and pulling the mounds until the nipples ached tightly against the satin fabric. Rose's moans grew louder as the heat pooled in her center. She could feel the wetness growing and knew she would be ready for Jason as soon as the barriers of clothing were out of the way.
Rose reached between them to begin undoing her jeans. Just as she began to lower her jeans and panties from her hips, Jason reached down to do the same with his. Rose had managed to get one leg free of her clothing when Jason grabbed her hands and held them above her head, pinning her against the wall, with his hard erection trapped between their torsos. "Mine," he growled again. He held Rose's hands against the wall with one hand while the other traveled down between them. Knowing what Jason was about to do, Rose returned one leg back to Jason's hip, giving him better access to her wet heat. Jason positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her, all the way to hilt. Jason didn't wait for Rose to adjust to him. He pulled all the way out and slammed back into her, again growling "Mine."
"Yours," Rose responded breathlessly. She lifted up her other leg and wrapped both around Jason's waist, grabbing his shoulders to give them both better leverage. Jason set a relentless pace, thrusting in and out of Rose quickly chasing his release. Although the position was a bit more awkward than Rose had imagined, it was no less hot and Rose's orgasm was approaching fast. Jason's pace was beginning to falter and Rose wasn't far behind. Jason's eyes were black with lust when he looked at Rose.
Jason's body went rigid as he climaxed, buried deep inside Rose. Feeling his wet seed was all Rose needed to reach her own completion, her heels digging into Jason's back side, holding him inside her until their bodies relaxed. Jason's knees gave way and they collapsed onto the floor with Rose's legs still wrapped around him and Jason's face buried in Rose's neck next to the mark he had left on her skin.
As their breathing returned to normal, Jason began to shake his head and mutter, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Shocked by his refrain, Rose cupped his cheeks, bringing his gaze up to meet hers. She saw an immense sadness and remorse behind his icy blue eyes.
"What? What are you apologizing for?" Rose asked gently.
"For this. For shagging you against a wall like some animal," Jason explained.
"Don't apologize. I wanted this," Rose explained.
Jason simply shook his head and refused to meet Rose's eyes. "Don't you dare!" Rose's voice began to rise in her frustration. "Don't you dare try to shut me out again."
"Rose," Jason continued to look away as he spoke. "You deserve so much better than me. I may appear to be a normal bloke… no… scratch that… a genius bloke. But I'm a broken man. If you knew the things that I have done; the innocent people who have died because of me, you'd run away right now. You're better off without me, Rose"
With her hands still cupping his cheeks, Rose forced Jason to look at her. "Jason, I know about your time in the military. I know about the women and children and all the innocent lives that were lost."
Jason's eyes grew wide at Rose's confession. Rose continued, "But I don't care. You are not a coward. And you cannot shoulder the burden for all the lives lost in the war. You are only one man. We've all done things we regret; people have died because of my decisions too. My dreams were once haunted by the dead. Sometimes, they still are. But we have to live on in their place so that their deaths are not in vain."
For the first time in a long time, Rose listened to her own words and finally felt forgiveness for herself. And she hoped that Jason did too.
Jason rested his head on Rose's shoulder, burying his face into her neck, and began to sob. Rose rubbed soothingly up and down his back to comfort him as silent tears ran down her face. They stayed in each other's embrace until Jason's sobs began to calm. Just as Jason lifted his head to look at Rose, they heard the front door unlock and Jack stuck his head in.
"If you two love birds are done shaggin' and makin' up, I just thought you'd like to know that the photographers are gone. But, they're expecting you both for a photo op tomorrow at noon the botanical gardens," Jack explained.
"Thanks, Jack," Rose said.
"So… I'm just going to go now. That is, unless you two need a little help making up…" Jack added.
"Goodbye, Jack!" Jason called out.
"Alright, alright, I'm going." Jack announced. "I'll leave the keys to your car here on the table." They heard the door close and lock behind Jack before they attempted to get up off the floor.
Jason looked sheepishly at Rose's torn blouse. "Can I borrow a shirt?" Rose asked.
"Sure…help yourself," Jason said. "I'll just go make us a cuppa."
"Sounds great. And maybe call for take away? I think I worked up an appetite," Rose winked at Jason as she turned to go into his room to find a jumper she could wear, swaying her hips as she went. She knew that Jason wouldn't be able to tear his eyes away from her retreating form.
Rose emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later just as Jason finished ordering Chinese from a nearby restaurant. Rose didn't miss how Jason had placed the order in fluent Mandarin. When he saw that Rose had found his purple jumper to put on, and seemingly nothing else, his jaw dropped.
"Blimey," he exclaimed. "I'll never look at that jumper the same. Looks way better on you." Rose smiled and settled down on the sofa. Jason came over and sat next to her and Rose cuddled into his side. "I'm sorry about early. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did when I saw you and Jack."
"It's okay. And you owe Jack an apology more than me," Rose admitted. She turned in his embrace and looked him in the eye. "Please don't ever doubt how I feel about you." Jason nodded and kissed Rose in reply.
The doorbell rang a short while later and Jason got up to answer the door while Rose went to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. They settled back on the sofa, curled up together to eat their Chinese food and drink their wine. Periodically they would feed each other, giggling when mouthfuls of rice or noodles would end up in their laps rather than their mouths. The sun was setting outside and cast a warm glow on the room. As the room darkened, they didn't bother turning on more lights. Instead, they savored the evening wrapped in the moon's glow and their love for each other.
Jason and Rose made love that night, worshipping each other's bodies as if it was the first time. They held each other in the afterglow, falling asleep in each other's arms. The nightmares didn't come that night for either of them. But in reality, the real nightmare was about to begin.