Epilogue

She came round, hair splayed messily over a sweaty chest and her body feeling leaden, like a rag doll, listless but oh so perfectly sated, stretched and throbbing with a dull, beautiful ache that pounded in time to her heart. He held her tenderly, absently stroking a feathering, ticklish path up her arm that was a dead weight about his waist. His nose nuzzled in her hair like a cat seeking attention and comfort and she lulled her head back to look at him.

He was smiling gently but the raw emotion in his eyes was breathtaking. He looked so fragile, need, so stark and deep, swirling in his chocolate irises, the whites of his eyes defiantly trying to smother the insecurity and assumption that she would soon reject him, leave him as if he was waiting at the edge of a cliff knowing he would soon fall into the shredding tempest below. What was worse was the forgiveness that was already there and the unconditional love and gratitude and reassurance that he would never regret his decision no matter how much she'd bruise and break him.

Gazing into that depth and trauma and adoration, her heart clenched and burned in her chest, weeping searing bloody tears and in that moment all worries, questions, thoughts vanished to be replaced by the one mantra that would rule her every second from that moment on: "I WILL LOVE HIM". Nothing would stop Rose Tyler in her quest.

She stroked a stubbled cheek and smiled intimately, "I love you!"

His breathe hitched and he averted his eyes. She pushed her self up on her elbow to chase after them, "I love you," she repeated in a tone that brokered no argument.

The Doctor closed his lids and sighed so she urged his face towards her and whispered onto his lips, "I love you." A single tear leaked from the tiny pool at the corner of his eye. Rose smiled against his cheek as she stopped its trail with a kiss, "I love you." His breaths were becoming ragged, almost panicked though she knew it wasn't the fear of these words but the fear of beginning to let himself believe them that tortured his soul.

"I love you," she wrapped his head in her hands and urged it to rest on her chest, the rest of his body automatically curling around her like a frightened child and she simply held him, rocking him gently and stroking through his hair with loving hands as she repeated this litany over and over and silent, wet, drops spread slowly over her skin.

He clung to her then, so tightly she'd bruise, as moist, hot breaths rushed upon her chest quickly followed by sound, wet kisses. When he couldn't reach any more flesh from his safe cocoon he pushed himself up, red rimmed eyes boring into her skin as his mouth continued to worship and caress every inch as if his lips controlled the rest of his body to move occasionally in necessity to accomplish their movements. Like some guppy sucking its way around a fish tank!

No thought, just action, just need and desperation.

Rose scratched lightly through his hair and tried to distract him with soothing words but in his dazed intent, he truly didn't seem to hear her. His kisses were hungry, like he was trying to suck the juice from the porous flesh of a sharp, citrus fruit, so thirsty, suckling like a newborn without awareness. Her skin was starting to tingle and flush from his intense ministrations and the oxygen left her lungs half in concern and half in dizzying excitement.

He mapped every inch of flesh of her thorax before methodically moving back up to her shoulders and down her arms, nipping and circling and licking at the grooves of her skin down to one wrist, mouthing her pulse with a lingering tongue before attentively bathing each digit in turn like a delicacy of swirling glory. His raised her arm to rest by her face that was gaping in wonder, to continue along the sensitive underside with obvious pleasure and dedication. Rose squealed as the Doctor nuzzled and sucked at her pit, having no idea that such a neglected and embarrassing area could be so responsive and arousing.

He didn't lift his eyes nor pause once as he pounced on her other appendage like a police sniffer dog being lead by its nose and maintained his torturous exploration.

Rose was reeling with sensation but she wanted, needed him to understand that he owed her nothing and that he was all she wanted. She herself was desperate to bring HIM pleasure, to spoil him and savour him and give everything she had to him. But suddenly, as if she'd been hooked on a fisherman's line and tugged violently, she flailed and fumbled at the sheets as every nerve was swimming giddily to the harpooning tongue of that amazing man as he gorged on her sex, burying his face deeply into her folds and straining to reach as far inside of her as he could.

Staring gob-smacked down her body Rose groaned like a feral animal at the most erotic and depraved sight of an uncontrolled and dishevelled Doctor eating her with teeth and tongue like a Neanderthalic man. Oh God, she'd never seen anything as pure, lustful and unashamed as he wrapped his hands around her backside and thrust her hips over and over, hard against his face. How could he even breathe, did he even care?

Sex in her backward little niche of time certainly wasn't tarred so caustically with the brush of depravity, disgust and sin but it was still frowned upon, something that was accepted but kept behind closed doors. Britain had only recently acquiesced enough to allow civil partnerships and these 'heathen' atrocities were still boycotted. It was still associated with lower class teenage mothers with no self-control or gumption to buy contraceptives and still treated as some secret, shameful vice that breed guilt or rubbish self-esteem and earned you a slutty reputation.

Seeing such a powerful and righteous man degrade and humiliate himself with reckless abandon by her society's opinion was such an unbelievable turn on that any cognitive thought melted to a quivering mound of whimpering goo.

Her orgasm rocketed through her taking her so completely by surprise that she screamed and would've leapt forty foot off the bed if her blessed lover didn't have her grounded and attached so intimately to his own being.

For a moment she literally couldn't breathe, her lungs just not filling fast enough, her chest constricting and ramming in protest. She was in his arms in an instant, flinging her head in delirium and basic rudimentary need for something so vital and denied.

"Rose! Rose look at me!" he tried to hold her still, framing her face but not applying enough pressure to hurt her. The protective urge had snapped him out of his trance like a bucket of ice cold water to the head but now she was struggling, incoherently in some blissful spell like the foolish but curious and larger than life human that she was, begging 'Please, sir! Can I have some more' not realising her belly was already stuffed and bulging as she glutted herself on more than she was ready to handle.

The Doctor knew it was entirely his fault and that she would deny him nothing, no matter the personal consequences to herself. He sat her upright, bending her slightly forward and fumbled for a paper bag in the bedside table, funnelling it and pressing it to her mouth as she shook in a cold sweat.

The panic quickly turned into laughing hysteria and exhaustion as she slumped back down gripping him tightly. He looked so concerned that she could only chortle all the more.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?"

Eventually she calmed herself enough to respond, still giggling and fanning her face like a visual memory aid to breathe.

"Wow!" she shook with peels of laughter. "Could have warned me!"

"Sorry, I was impulsive…"

"No, no, no, no, no…" she continued chuckling still half in her own little world.

"You're like the shake and vac of oral! A Dyson roller-ball with added suction!" she whooped.

"Can we do that again please?" He finally smiled that infectious grin.

"Oh, and…" she spluttered, light headed and giddy. "…this bag smells of bananas!"

Now the pair of them were rolling around howling and guffawing to the point of undignified snorts and hiccups. After some time and shared sparkling smiles radiating with pleasure and love they calmed and Rose let out a long, heavy breath turning to face that gorgeous freckled, goofy face of the man that adored her.

"I love you," she stated.

"I know," he replied and pulled her to him enveloping her in a strong embrace that would last while she slept and he napped briefly and then asked himself, like a newly regenerated incarnation, "Who am I? What sort of a man am I? Rude, not ginger, happy and freakishly in love". His smile kissed her hair until she gradually wriggled and stretched from sleep where he was ready and waiting to kiss her awake.

A.N./Thank you all for reading and sharing this series with me!