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Rose had sat on the sand for a while, staring towards the horizon, golden hair whipping her face as salty tears silently tracked down her cheeks. The Doctor – the new, new, new Doctor – had sat beside her wordlessly, allowing her the space to breathe whilst also requiring his own peace after having lost something just as important as she had. They sat there, two wayward souls, quiet in their grief but accepting of the other’s company all the same. Eventually, Rose had tilted her head to lean against his shoulder. Jackie watched from afar.
Eventually, once the tears had dried away, Jackie had advised them that there were hotel rooms waiting a few miles to the West, and cars would be picking them up first thing in the morning to take them to a local airstrip where a private jet would then bring them to London. Bloody Norway, the older Tyler woman had continued to rant the whole walk. You’d think he’d be able to drop us off at the doorstep in that spaceship of his, but no! He had to go and be dramatic.
This led to the first smile Rose had cracked since they’d towed the Earth. She shared a look with the Doctor, who had struggled to suppress his chuckle and received a half-hearted backhand to the arm from Jackie. Eventually, they reached the hotel, and were each given their own rooms. Jackie in room 101. Rose in the room opposite, 201. And the Doctor in the room next-door to her, 202. They ate in the café downstairs, discussed what they might do when they got back to London, and then realised how late it was and decided to get some rest ready for the travelling tomorrow. As they reached their doors, Rose and the Doctor shared another look, this time filled with questions and confusion. They’d recently kissed, but that already felt like a dream. The Doctor had swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, and said goodnight. Rose had looked at him with those big, brown eyes and smiled – small, uncertain. Goodnight, Doctor.
Two hours later and she still couldn’t sleep. Tossed that way. Turned the other way. Huffed, sighed and growled in frustration. She stared at the wall to her right, knowing he was on the other side. The Doctor was really back, albeit in a manner she hadn’t quite anticipated, and he’d told her that he loved her. Her stomach fluttered as she remembered his whispered confession. Then, her cheeks warmed and her limbs tingle as she remembered her lips against his, hard and desperate, how they had fit together so perfectly. How he’d wrapped his arms around her so tightly that he could almost touch his own ribs again. How she’d gripped the back of his head, tempted to run her fingers through his hair…
She ached for him. Well, if they could snog now, and they both loved each other, surely that meant… but no, was it too fast? And he was probably already asleep by now. He was human-ish, and probably needed sleep as much as she did. Still. If you don’t ask, you don’t get. So, wary and with her heart hammering in her chest, Rose left her bed and tiptoed towards the door. She felt like a naughty teenager, sneaking around whilst her mother slept. She was a little disappointed that she didn’t have anything particularly sexy to wear – she was still in her black trousers and pink top, though her blue jacket was hung up against the door and she’d removed her bra for comfort. Her boots were by the door too, her socks stuffed inside. Gross, I should’ve showered. No time for that now. If she didn’t pursue this sudden bravery now, she’d end up alone and knackered from being up all night thinking too much.
She paused when she reached her door, took a deep breath, then swung it open. And gasped.
The Doctor was already stood there, first raised as though he had been about to knock, hair dishevelled. He was also shoe and sockless, though he still wore his blue suit trousers and burgandy shirt. No blazer. His eyes were wide and chest heaving as though he’d been running. Before Rose could even speak, he moved forward and crashed his lips to hers, both hands holding her head in place, lower half of his body pressing against hers as though he couldn’t bear for them to be apart. As though if he let go, she might disappear. Rose felt herself melt into it, stumbling backwards until they were both in her room. He kicked the door shut behind him and only then did he come up for air, still holding her face but gentler now, eyes sparkling as he stared into hers. When she giggled he laughed too, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. She smiled. So, you meant what you said. You love me.
Since the day I met you.
The Doctor dropped his hands and Rose took one in hers, leading him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, she stood before him and slowly removed her trousers, revealing her underwear. It was nothing special, practical more than anything, yet he looked at her thighs and crotch as though hungered by them. Rose beamed that infamous grin, poking her tongue between her teeth. Next, she lifted her top up and over her head, revealing her un-clothed breasts in one fluid motion. The Doctor’s eyes flickered between them and her face, his cheeks reddening, but his mouth pulling into a smirk. He raised an approving eyebrow as she twirled for him, and he whispered in awe. You’re beautiful.
For a human? She teased him as she knelt down and began to unbutton his trousers. As she removed them, he took off his shirt, and suddenly there they both were. Naked but for their underwear. Vulnerable. A little nervous. Carefully, Rose straddled the Doctor’s lap, feeling his erection firm between her thighs. He groaned at the contact and held her in place with his warm hands on her back. Their lips connected again, laboured this time. She ran her tongue against his mouth, requesting entry that was instantly given, and then suddenly she was tasting him. As their tongues danced, she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging his head to better angles, her other hand against his chest, nails clawing at his skin. He groaned into her mouth again, so she let her hand slide further down, fingers teasing the hem of his underwear. She moved her hips against him, making sure to apply pressure in the right places. In response, the Doctor removed one of his hands from his back and used it to cup her breast, thumb running lazily over her nipple which roused a loud moan and an involuntary thrust from Rose.
The Doctor grinned and tweaked the nipple, suddenly realising how easily this cause his precious girl to lose control. She yelped, and bucked over his erection, squirming with the pleasure. Oh, she liked that indeed. Thought she had the control, did she? She could think again. In one quick sweep, the Doctor threw Rose onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He swapped to her other breast now, cupping and kneading and swiping at the nipple, enjoying watching her eyebrows furrow and fists clench. He planted soft kisses on her throat, then kissed her sternum, her stomach, the inside of each thigh. Then, he carefully removed her underwear and flung them somewhere – he didn’t care where – and grabbed her legs, placing them on each of his shoulders. He ran his finger up her seam, noting with arrogant glee just how slick it was, then separated her folds, tracing circles around her clit and occasionally dipping a long, slender finger inside her. Rose writhed all the while, legs gripping him in place, one hand grasping at the bedsheets whilst the other was tangled in her hair. The most wonderful sounds escaped her lips, incoherent and poetic and gorgeous.
The Doctor slipped another finger inside and lapped his tongue at her clit now, eager to taste her, his Rose, no one else’s. Dripping for him. He continued to lick, occasionally suckle or even kiss, all whilst firmly finger fucking. It wasn’t long before she began to tense and cry out, a warm trickle spilling out and down his fingers. He slowly eased her down from her orgasm, eventually removing his fingers and moving upwards, pushing her flexible legs to their limit, so that he could kiss her on the mouth. She unwound her legs and shoved him off her, pinning him to the bed now. Was it always going to be a battle for control between them? Neither of them seemed to care as they grinned at each other, scarcely able to believe this was even happening. Rose removed his underwear now, then wrapped her soft fingers around his cock and squeezed a little. Say it again.
The Doctor felt his eyes roll back into his head and he scrunched them shut. I love you.
She began to work him, hand pulling up and down, pumping him just firmly enough to make him shiver but not fast enough to make him cum. After a while, she licked her lips and, making sure he was looking right at her, never taking her eyes from his, she brought her mouth to his tip and slowly engulfed him, really taking her time, allowing him to fill her until he was practically scraping the back of her throat. She had a trick, a way of starving off the gag reflex if only for a second or two, and she was so glad she’d remembered to do it now as she watched his eyebrows knit together and his mouth twitch into the shape of an O. Slowly again, she slipped it back out again, giving him a quick kiss on the tip before sinking back down, faster this time. She sucked expertly, efficiently, her hand gliding along with her mouth so that he was never left without contact. The Doctor chocked on his delight, muttering how much he adored her, how brilliant she was, how good that felt.
He stopped her before he came, urgent to share that experience with her. Agreeing, Rose laid on her back once again, guiding him between her legs and sighing as he entered. For a second or two he simply filled her, allowing their bodies to connect like puzzle pieces, each inch of skin touching. The Doctor held himself above her with his forearms, his nose touching hers. Silent but their heavy breathing. Ears pounding along with their hearts.
He slid out of her, eliciting a moan from them both, then thrust inside again, harder, and she yelled out. For a second, his worried eyes searched for hers – had he hurt her?
No. She liked that. She liked it… rough. Oh, he wasn’t going to last long if that was the case. Still, he began to take her roughly, pounding into her hard and fast, holding himself up on one wobbling arm whilst he used the other to knead her breast again, swirling circles over her nipple and nipping, aware that he was starting to lose rhythm as his own orgasm began to rise. Sensing this, Rose wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck, repeating his name over and over again as she got closer and closer and closer and-
As she exploded into another orgasm, it was the last straw for the Doctor, who erupted at the sound of her cries. He’d travelled the Universe for 900 years, seen the most beautiful planets and skies, yet the stars he saw in that moment were the most awing of them all. He collapsed onto her, spent and sweaty, and she relaxed beneath him.
Afterwards, they showered together, washing each other’s hair and bodies before snuggling together beneath the covers – now stripped. They talked of their future for a while, of mortgages and jobs and curtains and carpets. Eventually, Rose buried her head into the Doctor’s chest, content and satisfied, and finally found herself drifting off to sleep. It took the Doctor a little longer, mostly because he fought it, unable to take his eyes from the sight of his wonderful Rose Tyler cuddling up to him. Could he ever get used to this? He had the rest of his new life to find out.