Author's Note: Well here is the final part. Many thanks for all those who have read and left reviews (both here and at Time and Chips). This part contains some suggestive smut but I'm sure I'm okay with the ratingas it's not explicit (you won't get it unless you know what I'm talking about in the first place!).
She knew the sun wasn't real but Rose was certain that she could feel the heat of it on her skin. Or perhaps that was just a side effect of laying in such close proximity to the Doctor. He always seemed to have that effect on her recently.
It was unusual for him to be this still for so long, but they had spent all of the previous day trying to escape from a group of rather unpleasant lizard-like aliens who Rose had accidentally insulted and he seemed a little worn out by the experience. How was she supposed to know that that rather decrepit looking chair was sacred to their ancestors? As far as she was concerned it was just a place to sit down and rest her feet that were killing her from the blisters. She should have known that wearing high heels out to dinner the previous night was a mistake.
Whilst part of her was itching to get to their next destination, another part was quite satisfied to lie on the warm grass with her head on his chest and his hand gently stroking the bare skin of her midriff. They didn't have many quiet moments and she should make the most of them whilst they lasted.
Reaching across his prone body, she ran her fingers absently over his for a time before a rather naughty thought struck her and she giggled to herself. Who would've thought he'd have such talented hands? He was always tinkering with the TARDIS so she had guessed he had a deft touch, but the reality of it…
She felt a pleasant shiver at the thought.
It had been weird sleeping in the same bed as him at first. She'd made it quite clear that she had a firm rule about making guys wait at least three months before she allowed them into her knickers and he was going to be no exception. The look on his face as she had told him had been an absolute picture.
She didn't want to lose the quickly gained intimacy between them though and had been quite willing to share her bed, him sleeping in pyjama bottoms and her in flimsy night dresses. After a few nights of cuddling but resisting temptation she had given in a little and allowed his wandering hands to explore her as long as he let her do the same in return. She had found his body to be generally slightly cooler than hers which was a surprise since he had two hearts, whose strange rhythm she had slowly gotten used to. She smiled, remembering their suddenly increased pace the first time she had slipped a hand under the waistband of his trousers; she thought he was going to have a double heart attack.
Rose blushed slightly at the memory. She'd never seen a more erotic sight than the mixed look of pleasure and lust on his face as she touched him. Never felt anything as erotic as the way he writhed under her fingers. Never heard anything as erotic as him groaning her name. It had almost made her break her rule then and there.
But there was something to be said for this whole waiting thing. He had been very thorough in what she had allowed him to do and, as it turned out, he was an extremely meticulous man in everything he did. Included the excruciatingly slow exploration of her body. He managed to find parts of her that she didn't even know existed. He did things which she had no clue where he had possibly learnt them but she was very glad he had.
She sighed. Oh yes, very talented fingers.
She didn't know how she had lasted so long against his peculiar brand of torture. She would certainly have to make sure all his efforts were worth his while. She giggled to herself again at the thought of what his reaction might be if she actually did the things that were currently running through her mind.
"Will you stop it," he muttered lazily, not bothering to open his eyes.
"What?" she asked all innocence.
"Thinking whatever it is you're thinking. It's obviously dirty."
She grinned, "Is it alright if it's about you?"
He opened one eye and peered down at her, "And we males are accused of being insatiable."
She giggled again and then sighed as his fingers trailed under her t-shirt a little as he continued to softly stroke her side.
They had talked a bit about the whole 'non-ageing' thing and Rose had admitted that the thought scared her. The Doctor had tried to understand the best he could but of course he had no real way to empathise with her over this. In the end they had decided to wait until she was twenty-five before even trying it. That way she could get to a decent age and it would give her time to get used to the prospect. It would also give them time to make sure that this fledgling relationship was really going to work. Not that she thought it wouldn't.
"You know, I really should go back to the space station," she said, after a long moment's silence.
"What for?"
"I never said goodbye to Matthew," she pointed, feeling a little bad about the whole thing. He had been nice to her. He reminded her a bit of Adam, only less of an idiot.
"Don't worry," the Doctor said a little grumpily, still not happy with the idea that she had been on a date with another man, "He'll get over it. He's pretty enough."
"So are you," Rose teased, running her fingers over his chest, "Especially like this."
He looked down at her with a firm look, "I am not pretty."
She laughed.
More long moments passed in companionable silence before the Doctor finally spoke again.
"Rose?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you want from me?"
She immediately sat up, looking down with him with a frown on her face as she swept her hair out of eyes. What kind of question was that?
He opened his eyes to catch her questioning glance and then sat up too, knowing he should explain.
"I mean, where do you expect this thing between you and me to go?"
She shook her head, "I don't expect anything. I don't think we need to plan ahead, do you?"
He sighed, running his fingers absently along hers, "To be honest with you I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never had to do this sort of thing. I've never really felt like this before. It's like I'm finding my feet with every step and I'm terrified of tripping over something."
Rose smiled softly, "It's always like that. No matter how many times you've done it before."
He smiled slightly in return.
"I feel like something inside me has been switched on," he said, struggling a little to explain it, "Maybe it's some long dormant genetic code. I'm the last of my kind after all. Could be a biological instinct to procreate coming out."
She laughed, not in the slightest bit offended by that. He'd always try and rationalise everything, that was just the way he was. As long as she was the beneficiary of his attentions she didn't really care what he told himself the reason was.
"Well, you can get that idea out of your head right now," she said poking him in the ribs, "I'm too young to procreate."
"I wasn't suggesting right this second," he said, smiling slyly at her, "Couldn't anyway, not with your stupid rule."
She gave him a mock scolding glare, "You'd think being nine hundred years old you'd learn to be a bit patient. Good things come to those who wait, you know."
He met her gaze challengingly, "You'd think being twenty you wouldn't have learnt to be such a tease yet."
He leant forward and kissed her passionately, allowing his tongue to full appreciate the taste of her before he finally pulled away.
"Come on," he said, gripping her hand, "I got you a present."
Ignoring Rose's inevitable questions he pulled her to her feet and dragged her through a series of hedge lined alleyways. He paused at the end to cover her eyes before leading her out into the next open area.
"What's that noise?" Rose asked, hearing a strange hissing sound.
"Early birthday present," he explained before swiftly removing the hand obscuring her view.
Straight in front of her, Rose saw the most ridiculous thing she could have ever imagined seeing inside the TARDIS. A huge, bright yellow bouncy castle, bobbing merrily up and down on the lawn ahead.
"Oh my God," she exclaimed in glee, "You're daft, you are!"
"So are you," he countered.
Rose grinned.
"Then I guess it's just meant to be," she gripped his hand tighter, "Come on then."
He resisted, holding back, "No, it's okay. You go and have fun."
"But it could be fun for you too," she said teasingly, looking up at him with mock innocence, "This bra's not as supportive as it could be. I should imagine there'll be lots of jiggling involved."
The Doctor looked at her thoughtfully for a moment as if picturing the situation. Then he grinned.
"Oh, alright then. You twisted my arm."
"Dirty pervert."
"Shameless hussy."
Rose grinned wickedly, "Well, I do like my present. Play your cards right and if you're lucky I might show you just how grateful I am."
The Doctor shook his head as he followed her helplessly. One way or another this human was going to be the death of him, he just knew it. But it would certainly be worth it.