Chapter 5

It wasn't exactly some fairy tale moment suspended in time. Rose was mid guffaw and head butted him on the nose as he swooped in and her mouth was open in shook as he tried to press their lips together but she did fall suddenly silent.

"I MEAN that being around you makes me feel so lucky. Even in our worst most distressing moments, I'm happier than I can remember in a long time, just being near you. I've grown to depend on your smile, your hand to hold. Grown to love the way your eyes widen and I can hear your strong, generous heart speed up as you fling open the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors.

I look forward to the sleepy smell on your skin when you pad into the kitchen of a morning in a foul mood demanding coffee. The way your eyes sparkle when they tease me. The way you tease me full stop. Never afraid to be yourself and open yourself so completely to me and trust so blindly that I'll take what I see and cherish it, bad or good. I spend my life running and you make me want to walk to examine and appreciate everything, even myself – the one person I've never been able to get away from.

Tonight, when I saw him touching you…I…you deserve to be worshipped. I wanted to show you, to touch you but I don't deserve to and I'm so scared. If you knew me, Rose…"

Her breathing was laboured and fast. She felt like she was alive for the very first time like that saying 'if a tree falls in the woods does it make a sound?', if there's no one there to hear or see does it even matter, does anything we do matter except in the sharing of it and here he was SEEING her.

"I see you, Doctor, all of you. Touch me. Show me you still see me even after…"

"Oh, Rose." His sigh was so deep it was like the universe had been holding its breath and released with him.

"I've lost so much. I can't risk losing you too. You don't know what that would do to me and someday, even if it's not your choice, you're going to leave me. How can I open my hearts to emptiness when they've only just learnt again what it's like to be full?"

"How can you not?"

She cradled his perfect, freckled face and realised it was her turn to be the teacher.

"Emotions, love, make life worth living. You spend you're existence fighting for the simple right for people to live. The more you wall yourself up and distance yourself from anything and everything that might hurt you, the further from living you get and one day you'll be so ignorant of emotions, love, feeling that you'll come to see life as unimportant 'cause you'll have forgotten what it means to live. The very thing you fight for will become meaningless unless you experience it. You love so much and without distinction. How can you be you without love? "

His eyes were so wide, the whites so pure and stark and vulnerable in a way that even her brief brush with the loss of control and self that she suffered tonight could never hope to compete.

"I love you, Doctor. I'm so sorry. I let things go too far tonight to try to make you notice me. I brought all this on myself. I was behaving like some tart. You're not the one that isn't deserving."

Her hands fell limbless, defeated away from their soothing exploration of his imperfect yet beautiful features and soft side burns.

"Oh, Rose. I always notice you. Too much half the time. It's getting dangerous to be around me 'cause I'm so bloody distracted."

He whispered a kiss to her downcast forehead and she raised her face. He met her eyes with such an intense gaze before fluttering a kiss to first one cheek then the other, oh so slow, then her nose, blotchy and pink from crying. Then her chin, pausing before her lips, their lungs expelled air that surged and danced together in the smallest gap that remained between.

This time the kiss was timeless. Her soft lips gave under his steadily increasing pressure. Their skin grew moist as their shared air condensed in the heat. His palm cradled her face and her arms looped round his neck, forgetting their protective hold on her body, and playing languidly with the downy, velvet hairs at his nape.

Together they rocked gracefully in an age-old trance as she parted her lips and gave him her mouth; as he took from her and then she from him, as tongues entwined, tickling a roof here, brushing, plunging and pillaging there, tracing teeth and cheeks and stoking a slow fire that spread a red blush down both necks and chests.

Someone was going to have to remember to breathe and distantly Rose realised it had to be her but she pulled him down to the mattress on top of her before daring to part so at least if the Doctor was going to make a stammering retreat, he had further to go.

He didn't, just smiled a goofy smile as she panted for air and he looked so thoroughly snogged, his plump bottom lip even more swollen and red than usual.

His finger lightly traced the curve of her neck from below her ear and back sending shivers and jolts of sensitivity and pleasure through her body. Lips eagerly followed the trail, sucking and kissing achingly slow down to the top of her pyjama shirt.

His fingertips trailed across her clothed breasts and down her sides, the pressure so light it didn't seem real, just a caressing breeze. One hand carefully splaying out on her taut stomach, sneaking under the hem of her shirt, while the other circled her nipples through the cotton, tickling more than touching. Rose sighed and stretched with feline grace and gluttony, feeling so relaxed. The Doctor had been so engrossed in watching the rippling shivers tantalising his Rose than he seemed to jump at the deft sound.

"Hello," he looked up at her sheepishly with heavy lidded eyes.

"Hi," she breathed, a lip caught between her teeth in the most adorable expression of womanly shyness.

"Sorry, seemed to get lost a moment there."

"I wasn't complaining. Though, you're not possessed are you?"

He chuckled at that though not loudly enough to fully break this webbing spell they both seemed wrapped up in.

"Definitely not!"

"Owhh! You pinched me!" He feigned indignance, well looking as indignant as a man could, lazing on top of a beautiful woman with his hair in completely ruffled disarray.

"Just checking."

"Why, you…" he attacked her sides feverishly as she giggled and squirmed.

"Please…stop…Doctor…please."

He stilled. "Begging already, Rose? I'd rather make you scream!" He waggled his eyebrows as he dove in for a much more heated and passionate kiss. Teeth clicked and tongues missed mouths and bodies pressed so tight, so close as both grasped violently at clothes and limbs for even closer contact.

His momentum had them both rolling over until Rose gulped in mouthfuls of air as she sat up, straddling him. She looked so beautiful but slightly uncertain, even surprised? The clever nymph, trained by his scientific research, ground her pelvic bone hard into the hardening body beneath which convulsively arched off the bed with a breathless groan and the gripping of thighs.

Her expression turned to a surprised 'O' as she smirked down at the captive below who was trying desperately to regain some semblance of control.

"God, you're so sexy, Doctor, all flushed and wanton. So hard beneath me, there's nothing sexier than that pressure, the friction, the almost pain, that drives you out of your mind with need. You don't really believe until then that it's real."

Rose experimented with a tight figure of eight and some conventional grinds that had the Doctor actually whimpering, sweating and choking deliciously on his own breath.

"Rose," he panted. "You're going to kill me."

"Getting a little long in the tooth, Doctor?"

"Ha…minx!"

He bent his knees and dug in his heels to piston her forwards onto his chest then swiftly flipped her onto her back, pinning her slender wrists upside her head. The 'oomph' of air leaving her lungs had him momentarily concerned but when he looked down into her startled eyes and saw them quickly glaze over into something predatory and full of intent, he brushed it aside.

A pinstriped knee was forced between her legs and instinctively Rose found herself brazenly rubbing against it. She was so wet, so ready for him. So many nights she'd wake expecting to smell his scent on her skin but always, always, she was disappointed.

The air rasped in her throat, halfway between breathing and moaning and he silenced her with a fiery kiss. Together they rid her of her childish, but appropriately happy, pyjamas and tugged at his tie. An awkward moment of near strangulation had them laughing, breaking the dam of wonderment and disbelief.

Finally clothes were shed and he hovered above her enraptured by the gift and trust she so freely bestowed. He kneaded her breasts, felt them spill through his squeezing fingers as hers entangled and strained in the pink sheet.

With patience he didn't know he possessed he kissed a line down her body veering off at her centre and continuing down each leg in turn as she lay back and let his presence envelope all of her senses.

As he hovered over her curls she threaded a hand into sex damp hair not wanting to pressure him but needing him so badly it hurt. He seemed lost in thought and contemplation, his erection strained and blushing, bulbous red.

Rose actually sobbed as the Doctor drew himself back up her body and just mindlessly stroked her golden hair with such affection and, dare she dream, love? His eyes held such vast galaxies of star dust and fallen comets, such childlike hope and such weary sorrow and pain that she found herself trembling beneath him in sympathy and adoration.

They seemed cocooned in a moment neither wanted to end but pure pleasure forced her eyes closed as the Doctor deftly discovered her swollen clit and grazed it with electric touches.

Rose grabbed onto him with both arms and held on as if her life depended on it as he tortured her with pure pleasure, stroking and circling that tender fusion of nerves until she was bucking and panting and pleading in a strangled voice that she barely recognized as her own.

Two fingers sunk into her then and his face betrayed such awe and joy (and not a little smugness) that she had to bury her head in the crook of his neck, kissing and searching, reaching every part of him that she could to return the favour.

It was too much. She had never felt anything like this before. She was no blushing virgin but the idea that sex could be like this; that her body could react and respond so violently, so blissfully just to touch, was incredible.

"Please," she begged on an errant breath. "Doctor…I need you inside me. Please need to feel…you…so empty…"

He breathed in the scent of her shampoo, nuzzling and kissing through her hair to her face, to her lips as he lined himself up and sunk into her with the most beautiful expression and sigh.

He too seemed transformed as he stared at her in shock and they both laughed at their stupidity and ignorance, their side stepping and avoidance.

Tears silently battled sweat and sex to mark a path down Rose's face and he held her gaze with such contentment and passion as he slowly withdrew before thrusting back in, making her whole body pulsate and arch.

Neither could remain silent. Their cries drowned out the rhythmic thrum of the T.A.R.D.I.S. as they set their own rhythm of the night. Slow and composed at first, then erratic and uncontrolled.

"Harder, please," she begged.

Rose twined her legs behind his hips, held onto his shoulders as he pulled out carefully and plunged back so impossibly deep, her body jerked as her lungs cried out for air. It hurt, like a dull throbbing pain, a sensitive bruise but God, she couldn't get enough.

"Again."

He grunted his effort in laboured breaths by her ear as he hammered into her, teeth clenched and body rigid. She felt so good and he was so thick and tight and she was screaming and clawing at his back just to stay earthbound. He actually growled as her nails scrapped his skin and sped up his pace to impossible pleasure.

Rose tried to contract and squeeze her muscles around him, make it as good for him as she possibly could but this was a storm and all she could do was tether herself to her life raft. The incredible friction against her clit was driving her wild as each thrust shook her to the very core.

Eventually neither could take anymore, screaming their release and clutching at one another as if they were afraid to ever let go.

As perspiration cooled on their clammy skin Rose shuddered involuntarily rousing the Doctor from the jig-saw of conjoined limbs and he pulled up the duvet and settled onto his back pulling Rose to his chest.

"Wow" she finally panted.

"Yeah!"

As their eyes meet, his darted away and Rose held her breathe.

"Hmm…" he raked a hand through his hair and billowed the top of the blanket a few times to let in some air. "Was that ok, I mean, it's been a while, and…hmmm, I'll do better?"

Rose couldn't help it, she burst out laughing which was probably not the best answer judging by the look on his face. Finally between fits she managed, "Ok? Hell yeah that was ok! That was amazing. You are amazing."

The Doctor let out a sigh and visibly relaxed before starting to laugh at her laughter.

After the hilarity subsided they lay peacefully in each other arms.

"You do know that that was more than just sex, right? I mean, not that I, I loved being with you, but…"

"Oh…" Rose pouted, "and I thought you were just trying to make me feel better." But after a beat she added, "I love you too."

She didn't expect him to respond but after a few moments of sleep and sex induced stupor he whispered in something akin to awe.

"I'm not sure I know how love feels anymore but I think I've been learning without ever even realising it. Good night, my Rose."

The End