Hello. Just so you know, this is the final chapter.

Chapter Six

I waited until I heard the rushing water in the bathroom. I got up and changed into pajamas. Because I had no mirror or hair brush, I had to finger-comb my hair. I scrubbed my fingers over my eyes, even though I know it was useless.

I crawled into bed. My face felt puffy, and my body felt weak. I knew it was probably only around eight in the evening, but I had no desire to do anything but lay in bed. The stars above me were too potent for me right now. I listened to the faint noise of the running shower and the metronome of my singular pulsing heart.

I had no idea how much time had passed by the time the Doctor returned to the room. Mustering up all of my energy, I raised my head above my cloud of hair, and looked toward him. He stood near the door wearing his pajama bottoms but remained shirtless, again.

"Uh," He avoided my eyes, "I can't find my sleep shirt. It's not around here anywhere." His face turned a bit pink.

"It's okay," I said quietly, giving the Doctor the permission he was searching for. I mentally thanked the TARDIS for losing his shirt. He crawled into the bed, and I felt him lay right next to my body, his covered leg against my bare leg. One layer divided us still.

I laid onto my back, and noticed the Doctor had stretched his arm out behind my shoulders. His bare upper arm now became my pillow. The warmth of his flesh seeped through my hair and onto my neck. His hand cupped my shoulder but did not move. He was looking up at the never-ending space before us. I followed his gaze and join him up there.

"Thanks for dinner," I said without moving my eyes. "And everything," I added on, refusing to clarify everything.

"You don't have to thank me, Rose," He said. I felt his eyes turn on me. His eyes were scanning my face as I scrutinized each star above us. He continued, "You know I'm going to take care of you, Rose."

My eyes narrowed in on the Doctor as I turned on my side. I placed my arm over the Doctor's bare middle and pressed my face into his chest. My hot, puffy, face pressed into his cool damp skin.

Immediately, I felt his dual heartbeats, always a reminder. There were no more barriers to keep me from him.

You would think my body was a desert after I had already cried out every ounce of water in me. Lo and behold, that desert had an oasis. Searing tears poured out of me and onto him. The Doctor reacted instantly, and he wrapped his bare arms around my body pulling me closer to his body. My right leg nestled between his. I held on. Please, Doctor, love me.

"I love you so much," I blurted out mid-weep into his chest. His arms loosened their grip slightly, and his hands cupped my sides.

"What?" He asked either out of shock or he couldn't understand my tear-filled voice.

I met his eyes with mine for the first time in a long time. Water dripped down my cheeks. I repeated, "I love you so much."

I was not searching for a reply, and I was almost too scared to see his facial expression right now. I moved up his body slightly and buried my face into his neck for more crying. I could feel his deep breathing as his body expanded. His hands ran up my sides giving me more chills. One of his hands found the back of my head, and he treaded his fingers through my hair.

"Rose," he breathed out, "My Rose." He held my head on each side with each of his hands. He drew me out of my comfort spot. My eyes met his again. My stomach quivered, and I awaited my fate.

His thumbs brushed over my cheeks despite my body promising more tears. His eyes looked a bit watery, but he gave me a smile.

"Rose," he repeated my name again, "I love you."

My head backed away slightly, flabbergasted. Love. Love. Love. I stared at him for a second while I gave him a chance to back away. His happy expression remained.

As his words vibrated through my thoughts, my upper body gave out and my face fell into his chest. My fingertips pressed into his warm body. A smile formed on my face as I pulled my head back up.

I closed whatever minimal distance was left between us and brought my lips to his. The Doctor kissed me back as the passion boiled over. My hands were clamped over his chest, and his were in my hair. The only thing I could feel was the softness and warmth from our mouths and hearts.

When we pulled away for air, I took the moment to emerge from the haziness in my head. I gave him one glance in the eyes. His look was full of desire. I dropped my head to his jaw and kissed him. I made a line of kissed down to the soft, beautiful skin on his neck.

His arms closed around my body, and I snuggled up close to his. He left a soft kiss on my forehead and it made me giggle. My legs were flush against his. Our bodies intertwined. We were no longer one nine-hundred-year-old time lord and one twenty-year-old human. We were two souls in love, which was all that seemed to matter.

We looked up at the stars simultaneously.

"You know," I said, "They're not that impressive to me right now."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

The Doctor put a hand under my chin and turned my face towards his. Instead of the fireworks and intensity of our last kisses, we kissed slowly and romantically. I tried to pour out every emotion I felt for him, but I knew it wasn't all possible in one kiss. Every flirtatious move, every giggle, every wonderful day of the past year had led up to this moment. I didn't think our time in this apartment would be boring ever again.

I don't know how much time went by before the Doctor and I finally told each other good night, but it sure felt like a few nights had passed by.

I was curled up against the Doctor and resting my head on his chest. My mind was running a thousand miles a second. Every thought and every emotion replayed in my mind. I was so lucky to have a man as extraordinary as the Doctor in my life. Tears filled my eyes. The tingling sensation refused to dwindle.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" The Doctor said immediately when he noticed I was crying. His care and concern made me flutter, even more in love.

"I'm just so happy," I replied, "I'm sorry I cry so much." I wiped away my tears.

"I just don't want to hurt you." The Doctor's right hand was resting on my lower back.

"It's okay, Doctor," I said and kissed him softly, "Like the TARDIS said, we are safe." I settled back against the Doctor and began my slow descent into sleep.

When I awoke, my mouth and chin were pressed into the Doctor's shoulder flesh. I watched his chest move up and down, and I slowly moved my head to look at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth partially open. Just as usual, his hair was sticking out. He looked adorable. I pressed a light kiss to his shoulder and rolled out of bed. I looked back to see the Doctor stirred a little, but he didn't wake.

After quietly closing the door behind me, I followed the hallway to the living room. The first thing I noticed when I entered was the silver door clicking open. I walked over and found breakfast sitting on a tray for the Doctor and me. I checked the typewriter and was surprised to find another short message.

Finally.

I giggled out loud, slightly directed to the TARDIS. For everything that has happened in the past couple days, the TARDIS sure has been helpful. I took the chance to read over the total five messages from her.

Something needs to happen. I reread. An idea sprung inside of my head, but I swiftly dismissed it by shaking my head. I walked over to the main door that locked us out the TARDIS.

The door handle turned like any other door, and it opened with a small pop. I couldn't believe it; the door opened! I swung it open and poked my head out. I found the same old metallic TARDIS hallways that I had been in only two days ago. I looked back and forth between the apartment and the TARDIS. I closed the door behind me, and walked back to grab breakfast for the Doctor.

Eh, I shrugged, The universe can wait another day.

A/N:Thank you so much for all of your support. It really makes all the time spent writing worth it. I'm considering writing another rose/ten story if people are interested. Once again, thanks for reading my story. 3