The NSFW epilogue as promised. If smut is not your thing...there is no actual relevant plot to be found here so, don't feel like you're missing anything by not reading.

The drive to Rose's flat was mostly silent, both occupants of the car focused on what was to come. John's hand was still resting on Rose's thigh and the way his fingers were moving, slowly inching further up and in, dragging the satiny material of her dress against her skin in maddening patterns, was obviously his deliberate attempt to drive her crazy even as he pretended to not notice what he was doing.

Rose shot a sideways glance at him and saw a tiny smile cross his face as he continued to stare out at the almost deserted London streets that they were traversing. She shook her head and turned her own eyes back to the road. If he wanted to tease she would pay him back in kind as soon as they made it inside.

Or maybe before they got inside. She wasn't picky.

John finally pulled his hand away when she parked the car, shooting her a smile that was all heat and intent, telling her that he knew exactly what he'd been doing.

"This your place, then?" He asked as they approached the door of the building. He had taken her hand as soon as they started walking and was slowly dragging his thumb across hers.

"Mhm," Rose answered absently as she fished a key card out of her purse to swipe into the building. She pulled John inside and then stopped, dropping his hand in favor of fingering his tie. She smiled up at him, feigning coyness. "Thought you might want to come upstairs. Maybe have a drink or some coffee."

She tugged on his tie, making him stumble forward a step. He gripped her hips to steady himself and then took another step so that her back was against the mailboxes that lined the wall.

"I do want to come upstairs, Rose, and there's only one thing that I want and it's not a drink or coffee."

The combination of burning blue eyes and wicked smirk was clouding her senses. Should be illegal, that look, she thought. She was supposed to be the one teasing him, not the other way around. She smoothed her hands down the length of his tie and let her fingertips drag across his abdomen, feeling the muscles tighten under her light touch.

Rose's fingers dipped underneath his waistband for a fraction of a second before they traveled back up to grip his tie once more. When she spoke she barely recognized her own voice, husky with desire. "And what do you want, Doctor Smith?"

His grip on her hips tightened. "I think you know exactly what I want, Miss Tyler."

"Mmm, maybe I want to hear you say it." She raised her chin, inviting him closer and challenging him all at once.

His voice was dark and low as he answered, taking care to caress every word as it fell from his lips. "I want you, Rose. I want to come upstairs and I want to fuck you until we're both too exhausted to move. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?"

Rose didn't bother with a verbal answer, wasn't sure she could have mustered one of she'd wanted to. She tugged on his tie once more and crashed their lips together.

John's tongue was immediately swiping against her bottom lip, demanding entrance as his hands slid around to cup her bum and pull her closer to him. Rose only put up resistance for a moment before acquiescing to his demand when he nipped at her lip. His tongue slid over hers, staking a claim on her mouth. She let go of his tie, moving so she could bury her hands in his hair and eliminate the space between their chests.

John moaned into the kiss when her fingernails scraped along his scalp and Rose took the opportunity to mount her own attack. She slipped her tongue past his and started exploring his mouth.

His hips jerked forwards as her tongue found the sensitive spot on the roof of his mouth at the same time that her fingers found an equally sensitive spot right behind his ear. He was working one of his legs between hers when someone behind him pointedly cleared their throat.

They jumped apart, having forgotten they were still some place public. Rose peered around John to see who it was and put on her most placating smile.

"If you two are quite done, I'd like to check my mail," the older woman said, disapproval clear on her face.

"Sorry, Mrs. Hughes, we'll get out of your way," Rose said quickly, cutting off John before he could try to apologize. If she'd learned anything about him at the wedding reception it was that he would probably attempt to be charming and end up putting his foot in his mouth. It had been amusing to watch but she really didn't want to piss off one of her neighbors.

Rose grabbed one of John's hands and pulled him towards the lift, pretending she couldn't hear her neighbor grumbling about young people and inappropriate displays. As soon as the doors closed, Rose burst out laughing. John was bewildered for a moment but soon his low chuckle joined her bright giggles.

"She was about to scold us like we were teenagers she caught making out on the sofa," Rose finally managed to say.

"Worth it."

"I mean, we were acting a bit like horny teenagers so I guess it would've been fitting," she mused.

John took a step closer to her in the small space of the lift, caging her in against the hand rail as he leaned in. His lips were only a few inches away from hers when he said "Oh, I think we were doing a much better job at scandalizing the public than your average teenagers."

"Better at being bad than you were at nineteen with your awful wig?" Rose teased.

"Mmm, better at kissing too. Better at a lot of things," he nudged her nose with his own, voice dripping with innuendo.

"I bet you are," she answered distractedly.

John closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. It was a series of kisses this time. Not the deep, wet ones they'd shared down in the foyer but teasing ones. Kisses that just hinted at the heat that was simmering right under the surface and melted into one another. Rose stepped it up a notch and had just taken John's bottom lip between her teeth when the lift shuddered to a stop and announced its arrival on Rose's floor with a cheerful ding.

Rose pulled back slowly, not releasing John's lip until the last moment possible. "This is where we get off," she said, a bit breathless.

"Not quite yet," John murmured as he straightened and let Rose pass him as they stepped out of the lift.

She shot him a burning look when his comment sunk in but made no response. She hurried down the hallway until she reached 7D and quickly inserted the key into the lock, extremely aware of John hovering right behind her.

Rose pushed the door open and stepped inside, gesturing for John to follow. She dropped her purse on the floor and watched as John closed the door and set the locks before turning to look at her.

There was a moment where they were both frozen in place, the anticipation and the potential hanging heavy in the air, forbidding speech or action.

John stepped forward, breaking the moment. There was an almost predatory gleam in his eye as he closed the distance between him and Rose, once more backing her against a wall. He smiled at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and dark eyes. "Now, where were we?"

He leaned forward and captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, all of the heat that had been simmering in the lift erupting into the open. Rose squeaked but quickly melted into him, opening up and inviting his tongue out to play as she clutched at his shoulder with one hand and let the other drift down to his bum.

John tangled his fingers in Rose's hair, uncaring that he sent half a dozen hairpins clattering to the floor. His other hand made its way back to her hip, spasmodically clutching at the satin covered skin. He was using every bit of knowledge about kissing Rose Tyler that he'd learned over the course of the evening and was doing his level best to make her melt.

A nip to her bottom lip made her moan and she slid her hand from his shoulder up into his hair, clutching at his curls. As John worked a leg in between hers, eliminating the minimal space that still existed between them, Rose chased his tongue back into his mouth.

Rose ripped her mouth away finally, gasping for air. John didn't waste a second. He mouthed along her jaw line, pressing kisses and scraping his teeth along the skin until he reached her pulse point. He bestowed a lingering kiss on the spot and just when Rose thought he was going to pull away he sucked, hard. Rose's hips jerked forward and she let out another moan, fingers tightening in his hair as he made his mark. She tugged on his curls, trying to convince him to come back to kiss her some more but he growled into her skin, unwilling to move until he deemed his task done.

With a final soft buss of his lips against the darkening mark that made Rose hiss, he straightened. His smirk as he looked down at her pushed her over the edge and she pulled him down and sealed her mouth over his. This time, this kiss, it was unquestionably Rose who was in control.

It occurred to John briefly that he should have known she wouldn't let him lead all night but the thought flew out of his head when Rose suddenly twisted and used her grip on him to reverse their positions. Now he had his back to the wall for the first time that night.

He pulled back from the kiss, wide-eyed with shock and outright lust that she'd manhandled him so easily.

She looked at him, mouth curving into an almost feral smile and pupils blown wide. "My turn," she said.

He didn't have time to respond before she mounted her attack. It was a full scale invasion—teeth, lips, and tongue all working together to rob him of what little control he was clinging on to. John gave as good as he got but Rose stubbornly maintained control.

Rose was nibbling her way up his jawline when he finally registered the fact that he now had access to the zipper down the back of her dress. She had just sucked his earlobe into her mouth when his fumbling fingers finally found purchase on the tiny zipper. He quickly pulled it down, letting the dress gape open in the back.

Rose gasped in his ear as she felt cooler air hit her skin. The way they were pressed together was the only reason the strapless dress wasn't already decorating the floor.

She took a step back and watched his face as the dress fell to pool around her feet.

John remained leaning against the wall, taking in the full glory of Rose standing before him clad only in a pair of white lace bra and knickers. His gaze felt almost like a physical caress.

Rose returned the favor, dragging her gaze over him slowly, lingering where his cock was straining against the fly of his suit trousers.

"I think it's time to move this to the bedroom," Rose said.

"Lead on," John replied, gracefully pushing away from the wall.

"Oh, I intend to," Rose answered, echoing his words from when he'd led her onto the dance floor for the first time. This time they were beginning a different sort of dance and Rose definitely knew the steps to this kind of dancing.

She forced herself to turn away from the gorgeous picture John made with his tousled hair and swollen lip and wicked smirk. She started walking towards her bedroom, kicking her heels off along the way and shot a glance over her shoulder at John who was only a few steps behind her. "Lose some layers while you walk, John. You're overdressed."

"Yes ma'am," he said with a low chuckle. He realized he'd been more right than he'd known when he said earlier that he'd give up control to the right partner. Rose talking the lead was setting his blood on fire in deliciously unexpected ways.

That didn't mean he was going to let her keep the lead without a fight though, he thought as he shucked his jacket and started working on his tie. It was equally as rewarding when they were both scrabbling to be in control and he wasn't going to give that experience up for anything.

By the time he reached the bedroom, still only a few steps behind Rose he was down to his trousers and shoes, the rest of his clothing he'd dropped on the floor as he walked.

Rose turned around and looked at him, raking her eyes across his bare torso. He started fiddling with the button of his trousers and watched her eyes fall to the movements of his hand, inexorably drawn in like iron to a magnet.

"Something you're wanting me to do, Rose?" he asked, feigning obliviousness and missing by a mile. The smirk on his face gave him away.

"Wanting you to get rid of those trousers, yeah?" she shot back.

John toed off his shoes, maintaining eye contact with Rose as he moved. "What's it worth to you?"

Rose reached behind her back, letting her fingers dance over the clasp of her bra and watched John gulp, eyes shooting down to her chest before meeting her gaze once more.

He regained his composure quickly and started undoing his belt and the button of his trousers. He kept his eyes on Rose and as he slowly pulled down his zipper he saw her arms move and suddenly her bra was on the floor and he had an unimpeded view of her breasts.

"Oh, you're gorgeous," he said, hands freezing and eyes glued to the newly bared flesh.

"You talking to me or my boobs, John?" Rose arched an eyebrow at him that he raised his eyes just in time to see.

"Both," he answered cheekily.

It was the work of only a second more for his trousers to end up on the floor. He stepped out of them and started walking towards Rose, now wearing only his blue boxer briefs and an intent look. As soon as she was within arm's reach he pulled her towards him, having decided it had been much too long since their last kiss.

They snogged protractedly next to the bed, forgetting that it was their intended destination as they were distracted by the now-familiar play of tongues and the entirely new sensations caused by their bare chests coming into contact with each other.

John knew it was impossible but it felt like Rose's hands were everywhere. They were roaming his back like she couldn't get enough of the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. One second they were buried in his hair, tugging on it in a way that inexplicably shot right to his cock, and the next her fingernails were digging into his shoulder blades or stroking down to the waistband of his pants.

John worked one of his hands, the one that wasn't tangled in Rose's hair, in between their bodies to palm one of her breasts. He groaned at the feel of the satiny skin in his hands and rose gasped into the kiss as he captured her nipple in between his fingers, playing with it until it was standing at full attention.

Rose was finding it difficult to keep a single thought in her head long enough to act on it when John's tongue and fingers were playing her like instrument. She moved her mouth away from his, nipping her way along his jawline and avoiding his attempts to recapture her mouth. As she continued on to his neck, sucking light pink marks into the skin that would be gone in a few minutes, she reluctantly pulled one of her hands away from where it was enjoying the feel of his back muscles moving under soft skin. She scraped her teeth over his skin, distracting John from the movement of her hand and as soon she heard him groan she smirked and moved so that she was cupping his erection through the thin fabric of his pants.

John's head fell forward onto her shoulder and the hand on her breast quit moving.

"Rose…" he started, but her name devolved into a moan as she lightly squeezed.

"Yes, John?"

He pulled back, eyes darker than they'd been all night with only a sliver of blue still visible. "Bed."

"Very eloquently put," Rose teased, releasing him and taking a step back so her thighs hit the edge of the bed.

John growled, causing Rose to laugh. He followed her to the edge of the bed and grasped her hips and half-moved, half-tossed her fully onto the mattress, smiling when she just laughed more as she bounced into place and looked at him expectantly.

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking at the exquisite picture she made all laid out on her dark blue duvet and waiting for him. "Maybe I've decided that it's a time for actions instead of words," he said, finally answering her tease.

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

He crawled up the bed, up her body, and planted another kiss on her lips. It was slow and deep and wet, their tongues dancing instead of engaging in battle. It was a kiss that felt like it could go on forever, like they had all the time in the world and no need to rush.

It continued until Rose dug her fingernails into his shoulder blade again and he felt his urgency reignite. His tongue swept into her mouth and teasingly established a thrusting rhythm, a hint as to where they were heading. John moved his hand to her breast once more, squeezing in time with the rhythm he'd set before teasing her nipple again.

Without warning, John moved, sliding down and lavishing her neglected breast with attention. Rose keened when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, creating suction and teasing gently with his teeth. Her hands flew to his hair, at first making sure he didn't move.

A second later she changed her mind and started tugging him upwards, wanting his lips back on hers. He reluctantly released her breast and allowed her to guide him back up. His hand however drifted in the other direction, coming to rest just at the waistband of her knickers, pinky finger just sliding underneath the elastic band.

"You're being a tease," Rose whispered against his mouth.

He hummed in assent, distracting her once more with their play of tongues and teeth before slipping his hand fully into her knickers, glancing against her clit as he moved to tease her opening.

He pulled back to smile down at her, smile somehow smug and astonished at the same time. "You, Miss Tyler, are incredibly wet."

"Still being a tease," she panted out, moving her hips in an attempt to get him to do something. She needed friction and he wasn't giving it to her.

She made a noise of protest when he removed his hand completely but then he was moving again and suddenly her knickers were on the floor and he had positioned himself between her thighs.

John dragged his eyes away from her center, exposed to him for the first time and met Rose's eyes, smirking slightly before he leaned forward and pressed the tip of his tongue to her clit. Her hips jerked and he moved so that his hands were holding them still.

"Still think I'm a tease, Rose?" he asked, warm breath ghosting against her folds.

"Yes."

"Guess I'll have to prove you wrong," he said.

Before she could answer he sucked her clit into his mouth, causing her to shriek.

He focused on his task with relish, licking and sucking and cataloguing which actions elicited the best responses from Rose so he could repeat them. He moved his focus to her clit and took one of his hands from her hip so his fingers could join the party. He pushed two fingers inside of her and quickly established a rhythm between tongue and fingers as he thrusts in and out, curling his fingers as he does.

Rose keened and he felt her hands tighten in his hair as her walls started fluttering around his fingers. He increased the pressure on her clit and thrust faster, knowing she was close.

He was right, it was only a second later that she broke, shouting his name as she came. John brought her down slowly and when she tugged on his hair again, trying to pull him back up, he complied. He sat back, smiling as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"C'mere," Rose rasped out, reaching for him.

She pulled him down and into a kiss, tongue sweeping into his mouth and discovering their mingled taste.

John pressed his hips into her thigh, seeking pressure on his aching erection. Rose pulled back with a smile.

"You're overdressed again."

"You going to fix that?"

Rose rolled them over in lieu of answering. She raised herself up on her hands and knees and moved down his body so she could pull his pants off. Once they'd been tossed on the floor with the rest of their clothing she took a moment to just look at him.

She wasn't aware that she'd licked her lips until she heard John groan and his head fall back against the pillow with a thunk. Rose laughed.

She reached out and wrapped her hand around his erection, giving him a few slow strokes. "Think I have a favor to repay, yeah?" she said with a smirk as soon as he met her eyes again.

John growled and moved to pull her back up his body. "Later, love. I'd much rather be inside you right now."

Heat flashed through Rose at the blunt statement and at the roughness and strain she'd heard in his velvety voice. She moved to straddle him, hovering just so slightly over his erection. John moved his hands to her hips and pulled her down. They both groaned as her heat and slickness slid against him coating him in her juices as she moved against him without letting him inside. The head of his cock was hitting her clit just right, causing the coil in her core to tighten faster than she expected.

"Condom," he rasped, swiftly losing the shreds of control he was clinging to as he watched Rose throw her head back, unashamedly enjoying the friction as much as he was.

"Nightstand," she answered, moving off him to stretch towards the drawer.

He ran his hand down her spine as she rustled around before making a triumphant noise. She came back with a foil packet that was quickly torn open. She rolled the condom onto him quickly, obviously as impatient as he was.

Rose moved to straddle him once again but John rolled them over so he was once again on top. He answered her questioning look with a wicked smile.

"I believe I told you that I wanted to fuck you until neither of us could move," he said, positioning himself so that the head of his cock was at her entrance and noticing Rose's shiver at his profanity. "I plan to make good on that promise."

With that he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside of her. They both froze, trying to hang onto their control. John dropped his head to her shoulder.

"Fuck, Rose."

"That's the idea, isn't it?" she teased, breathless she dug her nails into his back again. He was definitely going to have marks tomorrow and he loved the idea.

"Christ, you feel amazing."

After another moment where he still didn't move, Rose deliberately squeezed around him and moved her hips. "John, please."

He wouldn't deny her anything, couldn't. Slowly he started moving, picking up the rhythm he'd set up earlier in their kiss and then with his fingers. She pulled him down into a kiss, sloppy and wet and perfect as they both focused on the slide of his cock in and out of her instead of on their mouths.

His thrusts quickly became faster, harder as he got closer and closer to orgasm. He slipped a hand in between them and started rubbing at Rose's clit with only the barest hint of finesse.

"Rose," he panted. "Come for me, Rose. I want to feel you come apart around me."

She made a keening sound. "I'm close. God, just don't stop."

"Come, Rose. Come for me, now." He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting in hard as his fingers moved over her clit frantically, hard and fast.

Rose shouted and he felt her walls tighten vicelike around his cock as she came. The sensation sends him over the edge as well with his own shout.

He collapsed on top of her, unwilling to break contact just yet.

"Wow," she said after a moment. "That was…"

"Amazing?"

"Yeah," she agreed, moving so that she could press her lips against his.

The kiss lasted just for a second before they pulled back, both smiling. John pulled out of her and rolled off to take care of the condom. He tossed it in the bin next to the bed and then cuddled back up next to Rose.

"Mmm, think we might need to send Donna and Lucie fruit baskets or chocolate or something," Rose mused as she settled her head on his chest.

"Why are we talking about Lucie and Donna?"

"They did set us up, we should thank them."

"I think not killing them when they start gloating is thanks enough," John grumbled, wincing a bit as he thought about how insufferable Lucie was going to be for the next week at a minimum. Especially when she found out that he was not planning on letting this be a one night liaison.

"That's true," Rose answered. "They're never gonna let us forget that they got us together."

"Let's worry about it tomorrow," John suggested, stroking his hand up and down Rose's spine, enjoying the way she shivered when he hit a ticklish spot.

"Definitely. I think you still have some work to do to fulfill your promise of fucking me until I can't move."

This time it was John who shivered at hearing his promise come out of Rose's mouth. "You think so? You seem pretty immobile right now."

Rose sat up, quick as lightning, and swung one of her legs over his hips so she was straddling him. She leaned down so that her lips were brushing against his ear. "You definitely still have work to do."

She pulled back and looked down at him, small smirk playing on her face. "What do you say we make it a competition?"

"Oh you're on, Rose Tyler," he growled, pulling her down into a kiss.

By the time John left Rose's flat the next afternoon to go get a fresh change of clothes from his place, they'd decided that, really, they'd both won.

Not that that kept them from repeating the competition ad infinitum.