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John Smith ran up the stoop and banged on the front door.

"Rose!" he shouted.

There was silence for a moment. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath.

It'll be okay. It HAS to be.

He banged again.

The door swung open and he was greeted with the face of the woman he loved; though the look on said face was blank.

"Doctor," she said.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Rose, love, what's wrong?" he took a small step towards her. She stepped back, but that was only to let him inside.

"You act like you don't know."

He turned to look at her as she closed the door. "I don't know, Rose. All I know is I received your angry text." He pulled out his phone and showed it to her.

She brushed past him to get her phone. Tapping her code into it, she then pulled up a picture.

"You don't know this?"

It was the New Year's Eve picture.

John groaned. He had no idea that River Song had someone take a picture of when she snogged him. He had to tell her everything. Now.

"Rose, please listen to what I have to say." He put his hands on her shoulders and looked directly into her beautiful eyes that were now a cold brown. "I did not initiate that."

The blonde scoffed. He gently strengthened his grip on her shoulders.

"I'm serious, Rose. River surprised me at the party. She told me she was attracted to me and then kissed me without my consent." He glanced at the device still in her left hand. "Look at me in that picture, Rose. You can see my eyes are open and my arms are flailing about."

She glanced down at it. He was right. Not only did he do that flailing when he was uncomfortable or flustered, the look on his face was shock.

She had missed that, only seeing red from the lip lock.

"Oh," she said quietly. John removed his right hand from her shoulder to tip her eyes back to his. They had softened to their warm cinnamon color.

"I do not have any interest in River Song. Yes, I took her to lunch that day that you saw us, but that was me still trying to fight my feelings for you. I knew how she felt by then and I probably shouldn't have done it as it was taking advantage of her vulnerability, but I couldn't help it. I was extremely jealous, thinking you were falling for Harold."

His right hand cupped her left cheek as she leaned into his touch. "You know that's not the case now."

She stared into his green eyes for a moment longer. Whatever she saw, it satisfied her as she smiled softly. The floppy-haired man let out a sigh.

"I love you, Rose Tyler. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you like that. Especially now."

She placed her phone in her back pocket as he took a small step towards her and pressed his lips to hers. She responded in kind and wrapped her arms around his neck.

I will never grow tired of kissing Rose Tyler.

He felt her tongue at the opening of his lips but before granting it, he had a question to ask.

Pulling back slightly, he saw the pout on her face. He chuckled and kissed her nose.

"Who sent that to you?"

She shrugged. "Unknown number."

"May I see it?"

She pulled the phone from its spot and handed it to him. He didn't recognize the number either, but it was obvious who was behind it.

"Clearly River sent this to you."

Rose released her arms from his neck. Now John stuck his lip out as a pout. She laughed and ran her finger over it. He kissed that finger.

"Yes, I agree. I guess word has gotten around."

The couple had agreed to not make a show of them being together. They wouldn't hide that they were together, but didn't want it obvious for safety reasons for both of them.

"I didn't realize how jealous she was until now," John said as he tightened his arms around her waist. He needed her close after what just happened.

"Are you going to do anything about it?"

He shrugged. She replaced her arms around his neck, drawing him to her. She kissed him lightly on the forehead, nose and each cheek. He sighed at that.

"I don't know, Rose. I don't want to make waves. I've expressed to her that I'm not interested in her that way. Let's see if she gets the message if I just ignore it."

She ran her finger over his lips again and nodded. She agreed with that. She didn't want a scene made and Dr. River Song was a brilliant technician. Her research saved some African lions when they came down with a rare disease a few years ago. No one thought it was possible to cure them, but she found a way. She has been an asset to the Smith laboratory.

"She'll just have to deal," Rose said. John nodded.

"And if she doesn't get it, then I'll have to take drastic measures." He returned Rose's previous actions of kissing her all over. She started giggling when he descended on her neck.

"Such as?"

"Fucking you in my office."

The blonde started. It was rare when John cursed. She felt the pooling between her legs as it was so sexy to hear him drop the f-bomb like that.

Especially when he was doing delicious things to her neck.

"You-you've thought about that?"

She felt his tongue take a lavish lick at her pulse point. She shivered and felt the smile against her skin. He pressed himself against her.

God, he's already hard.

"I told you Rose that I've often thought about you. That includes sexually and non."

Another lick. She closed her eyes as her heart raced.

"Your pulse has increased," he said, stating the obvious. "I take it it's good?" He nuzzled her ear with his nose.

Rose Tyler let out a very undignified squeak. John chuckled, the sound reverberating against her and making her wetter than she was.

How is he doing this?

He gently moved to the other side of her neck and reversed his course. He started nuzzling her ear and then slowly working his way down. She lifted her right hand and began running it through the hair on the back of his neck. She felt him groan as he hardened against her.

"Rose," he breathed.

She swallowed. It was time. They needed to take this step to confirm their relationship. She needed him. He needed her. She needed River Song to know whom he belonged to so she'd back off.

She turned her head and took his mouth with hers. She kissed him feverishly as his hands began roaming all along her back. They finally settled on her ass, cupping them gently as she was pressed even more against him. Against what surely had to be hard steel.

He's huge!

Rose Tyler wasn't the most experience when it came to sex. She had had it a few times in her modeling career, but it was always to scratch an itch. When it came to her fantasies, they had always included the handsome man now in her embrace. She had imagined how he would be and somehow, she knew he would be good in bed.

She also knew, thanks to Clara, that he also didn't have much experience, but wasn't a virgin either.

Rose moved her hand to cover his clothed erection without breaking the heated kiss. He groaned into her mouth as he ground against her, trying to cause friction.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"I love you back, doctor."

The tall man chuckled. She kissed him again and then spoke, her voice full of conviction. "Make love to me."

He attacked her mouth with a vengeance at that. She felt herself moving and then her shoulder blades hit the wall. He pressed his full weight against her as he tried to devour her.

She wrapped one leg around him, desperate to get closer and began dry-humping him. She needed him. Now.

His hands had sought purchase on her waist when she hit the wall, but now moved to her shirt. He untucked it and slowly began pulling it up, never breaking contact with her mouth. She pulled back slightly to not hit her head and raised her arms. The shirt easily came off and was tossed somewhere she would find in the next week.

He stole a glance at her covered chest. Even in the blue lace bra, it was enough to almost end him. Little John was so painfully hard now. He had to take a breath or he wouldn't be able to last.

John mentioned that to her and she chuckled. She knew that feeling. She was ready to combust. Her matching panties were soaked all the way through. Surely he can smell her arousal?

His hands cupped her breasts and he felt the nipples perk even through the fabric. She let out a moan at that, hardening him even more. He added his lips to her neck as she continued her noises.

Finally having enough of the offending fabric, he slowly started pulling the left strap down, kissing the spot where it used to be. He then licked it and blew gently, earning a gasp from her. He could feel how heated her skin was.

"What do you want, Rose?" he said in the sexiest voice she had ever heard.

"You-you" she barely managed to get out as he repeated the action on her other shoulder. "I-I want you to make love to me," she repeated.

Blowing on the wet spot, he began trailing kisses at her clavicle. "I will," he said quietly. Rose had no idea how he was so in control at this moment. She rubbed against his steel-hard erection and heard a slight groan.

"But how do you want it?" he licked the crevice at her neck and continued up the other side, all the while unhooking the bra from her back. "Hard or soft?"

John can fuck hard?

"D-dealer's choice," she breathed out as his mouth descended on her right nipple. He licked gently and then sucked hard, squeezing the left one just to the point of hurting.

Rose saw stars as she was aching so badly for him.

"Alright," he said. He continued his assault on her right nipple for another moment as she felt the white-hot streak approaching rapidly. John bit down gently.

Rose screamed as her orgasm overtook her. She literally didn't hear or feel him for a moment as she rode the euphoric bliss. No one had ever done that to her. No one had ever treated her this way. It was always a fast shag just to satisfy a need.

She wasn't used to feeling worshipped.

When she came back down to Earth, he straightened and kissed her mouth. She threw everything she had into the kiss. She wanted him to know how much she loved him, how much she worshipped him too.

He repeated his previous actions on her left breast, causing her to come harder than the first time. She was determined to show him some appreciation as well. She was salivating thinking about getting her mouth on him.

John kissed her again, feeling the strength of her lips as she confirmed her feelings to him. Then she slowly began sliding down the wall until she was eye-level with his waist. She started unbuckling his belt.

"Rose," he breathed. He looked down at her and was in awe of what he saw.

The woman he loved, on her knees before him; topless, hair mussed and kiss-swollen lips looked up at him between her lashes. His inner caveman cheered.

She slowly, gently, released him from the confines of the restraining fabric. He sprung free towards her and she licked her lips in anticipation. His green eyes had darkened to almost black.

When she placed her lips on his tip, he involuntarily thrusted his hips towards her. It was a natural response of course, but he couldn't find it in him to care. She was the first person ever to do this to him. To ever want to do this to him; the first person he ever wanted to do it to him. Sure, he had jacked off many times; but really was never interested in having a woman's mouth on him. Not even his one-night stand back in college held that interest.

My desire for Rose was so obvious even back then. I was an idiot to not realize it.

All coherent thought left then as she took him full inside her mouth.

Rose loved the noises he was making. She was doing this to him. She looked up at him, enjoying the range of emotions on his face. His eyes were closed but she could still see pleasure, arousal, love and desire in his face.

River Song, eat your heart out.

When the beautiful blonde began humming and gently adding teeth to his engorged dick, he toppled overboard.

Rose greedily lapped up his cum as it spurted down her throat. His breathing was heavy and he was shaking a bit, the force of his orgasm hitting hard. She never wanted it to end.

He placed his left hand against the wall to steady himself as he rode the last of the euphoric bliss. Rose Tyler had sucked him off. His Rose.

When he looked down at her after returning to Earth, she smiled. A gorgeous, sultry smile.

Somehow, they made it to the bedroom to continue their worship of each other. Rose is not sure when it happened, but at one point, a huge divot was formed in the wall where her bedframe was. And a lamp was knocked over, one John had given her years ago.

John was glad this first time happened at her house so he wouldn't hear the constant complaining from his sister. But he knew that was coming in the future.

He didn't care one bit. He was in love.

A/N: Thanks for reading!