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Rose was halfway through preparing dinner—a fry-up for the three of them—when the two Doctors entered the galley. "I wasn't sure where you'd gotten to," she said over her shoulder, "but I figured you'd come when you smelled this," she gestured at the sautéed garlic chicken she was preparing.

"It smells brilliant," the older Doctor smiled as he began setting the table.

The younger Doctor stepped up behind her as she stirred the mixed vegetables, placing his hands on her hips and pressing a kiss to her neck. He inhaled her scent and whispered against her skin, "You smell brilliant." He nipped her playfully in the place where her neck and shoulder met before retreating to tell his other self exactly which fork went where. "Why exactly are you even getting out the salad forks anyway? We aren't having salad."

"So? It's a special occasion."

"I'm just offering my managerial skills; if you don't appreciate my contribution, you can just ignore it and set out all the superfluous silverware you'd like," the younger man said playfully.

"Oh, your contribution is very much appreciated," the older man responded darkly, wearing a smug grin.

The younger Time Lord's eyes went wide and he glanced at Rose, whose back was still to them. She gave no indication that she caught the innuendo, "Yes. Well—um—quite right," the Doctor made a show of moving the placed silverware just a bit to the right or the left.

The Doctors and Rose sat down to their meal. The younger Doctor took up his wine glass, "To friends and lovers," he smiled at Rose, then glanced to his older self.

"To lost things being found," the older Doctor added. Rose looked at each of them in turn as her smile grew.

"To everything we share," Rose said. Both Doctors smiled at the earnestness of her words and the naughtiness of the double-meaning.

They clicked their glasses and drank before tucking into their plates.

For a long while after supper, the three sat around finishing the better part of a second bottle of wine and laughing. Both Doctors regaled Rose with fun stories from the past; when the younger again teased the elder one for his tweed jacket, the older Time Lord objected, "Oi! Having worn that scarf and even a stalk of celery, I don't think this is the worst sartorial decision to be made thus far. Do you remember the coat?"

The younger Doctor laughed, "Oh, how could I forget?" After all, if his older self remembered, clearly he himself hadn't forgotten.

"What coat?" Rose asked.

The two Doctors locked eyes, and then the elder spoke, "Why don't we show her?"

The younger man grinned and got to his feet, wobbling a bit from the wine. He waved his arm toward the exit, "What do you say?"

"Of course!" Rose replied, standing in a similar fashion.

The older Doctor rubbed his hands together. "Brilliant," his face suddenly fell, "Actually, not-so-brilliant. This is a bit like inviting someone to look at your high school yearbook photos," he looked genuinely concerned for a moment, until Rose beamed at him.

"Good thing you never went to high school," she said.

"Oi!" the younger Doctor spoke up, "Wellll, I did—we did—actually," he corrected, gesturing between himself and his older counterpart, "It wasn't quite high school, but same basic concept."

"It was quite a long time ago," the older Time Lord added.

"We were quite grumpy and serious back then, weren't we?"

"Yes," the older Doctor added.

"With big hair and the Time Lord equivalent of bell-bottomed trousers?" Rose giggled darting past the two men and heading toward the wardrobe room. "This I have to see!" her voice floated back to them as they quickly followed.

"Oh. Oh! That is…I don't even 'ave words," Rose covered her mouth with one hand while the fingers of the other traced slowly down the lapel of the patchwork coat. "You really wore this?" She pursed her lips to stifle laughter. She didn't feel right actually speaking badly of it; it was beautifully assembled, but on the other hand it was terribly garish.

"Absolutely!" her older Doctor said, "I was all blonde curls and snark back then."

"More snark than the man you were when we first met?" Rose asked, addressing both of them as her eyes lit upon the pin on the lapel.

"The man that wore that coat could certainly give my last face a run for his money," the younger Time Lord said matter-of-factly.

Rose returned her attention to her Doctor. "Do you 'ave any pictures?"

"The TARDIS has information in her database, yes; holo-files and the like, but actual photos? No," he replied.

"We've never been much for photos," the older Time Lord chimed.

"That's a shame," she answered, her brows furrowed for a moment before her face broke into a wide grin, "You're both quite handsome, after all," her tongue peeked from between her teeth, "And there really is no replacement for a good old-fashioned photograph."

Both Doctors recalled the framed photo Rose kept on her bedside table; Jackie standing in profile with her husband's hand resting proudly on her swollen belly, both grinning widely for the camera.

"No, there isn't," the younger Doctor smiled.

"And if memory serves me…" the older Doctor trailed off as he darted around a rack of Victorian era clothing, pausing for just a moment to admire a long coat before disappearing from sight altogether, leaving Rose and her younger Time Lord to look at each other in slight confusion.

"Ah-ha!" they heard from a distance. The older Time Lord suddenly appeared from around the corner, holding two Polaroid cameras like he'd just won the lottery. "I found them!" When she saw that familiar smirk spread across her Doctor's face, she realized what her Time Lords had in mind. Her mind raced at the implications, and her cheeks flushed as they became strained by one of her signature grins.

Rose nipped at her Doctor's lower lip as she loosened his tie. Her fingers were deftly undoing the buttons of his Oxford as his hands drifted to her hips, thumbs hooked into her belt loops; he gripped her firmly and pulled her closer to him. She tugged his open shirt from his shoulders and slid it down his arms. She pressed a kiss just above the scoop neck of his vest, the sprinkling of hair tickling her nose. Their lips came together again, parted again; their tongues moved wetly against one another as the Doctor tugged at the hem of Rose's shirt.

As soon as he'd removed it, she set to work on his vest. When his chest was bare to her, she placed her hands on it. She felt his hearts beneath her palms, and her fingers curled lightly into his skin. She looked into his eyes, and bit her lip.

Flash.

The Doctor looked back at her just as meaningfully, trailing his fingertips across her clavicle and down the valley of her breasts and the plane of her stomach. She shivered as his hands slid around her ribs, pulling her closer to him. "Rose, I—" he stopped himself, searching her face.

The older Doctor froze for a moment, his camera in hand. Could this moment really be now? Should he intervene? No. He held his breath and sought out the memories. Oh, his thoughts had raced, hearts pounded, and…

Instead of completing his sentence, the younger man kissed her hungrily as he unhooked her bra. Without breaking the kiss, he tugged her bra from her shoulders and let it fall at their feet. Rose brought her hands to his waist, and he brought one of the arms that encircled her to cup her jaw as his tongue explored the curves of her mouth more deeply.

Rose put a bit of space between them so she could bring her hands to his waist. She made short work of the clasp, button and zip. As she slipped her hand into his trousers to cup him over his pants, the Doctor broke the kiss; his forehead pressed to hers.

The older Time Lord took in the almost pained expression of his younger self, and snapped a second picture. He let his eyes linger on Rose's breasts as the couple's mouths came together again. His gaze drifted to Rose's hand at the front of his counterpart's trousers; he licked his lips as he remembered being him. He leaned back into the armchair, still clutching the camera in one hand while the other one undid the button and zip of his own trousers.

The Doctor's pinstriped trousers slipped further down his hips as Rose backed him up slowly, her lips reclaiming his once more as her hand gently kneaded his growing erection.

Her lips felt wonderful, and her fingers teased him through his pants. The pair of them were moving toward the over-sized chaise lounge, and when he felt the cushion at his calves, he whirled them and sent them both tumbling onto the tan velvet.

The older Time Lord watched as the couple's soft reverence turned desperate; they began to pull at each other's clothing, struggling to undress one another without having to break apart. Rose tugged at the Doctor's pants, pushing them down over his narrow hips as she wriggled to get her jeans the rest of the way off. "Doctor," she sighed, curling her fingers into his hair as he nipped her collarbone, "Want you."

He smiled against her skin as he pressed wet kisses from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts, cupping one in each hand. Rose arched her back and tightened her grip in his hair. The older Doctor sighed and took another picture. The two of them looked beautiful. Rose's mouth opening in a gasp and then closing as she bit her lower lip, the curve of his counterpart's back; the two of them were stunning, and he couldn't help but gasp as his younger self took Rose's nipple into his mouth.

The older Time Lord licked his lips and remembered being the other man. Heat flashed to his groin as he recalled how aroused he'd been, knowing that his older self was watching. He reached into his undone trousers and pressed his palm against his erection, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

Rose tugged gently at her Doctor's hair, encouraging him to kiss her lips once more, and the Time Lord observed them freed up his hands to free himself from his trousers. As he watched his younger self slide into Rose, he took himself in hand, slicking himself with his own moisture as he took up the camera again.

He took in the scene before him: Rose splayed beneath his younger self, his mouth at the hollow of her throat and her fingers curled into his hair. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she bit her lip. One of his hands gripped her ribs, and the other braced himself above her as his narrow hips rolled against hers, his cock pushing into her as her legs wrapped around him, her feet settling against his calves. The older Doctor turned his attention away from the camera and to his cock. He stroked himself firmly, matching the pace of their movements and letting the memories wash over him as they rippled into existence. He licked his lips as he recalled her slick heat around him, his own arousal at having an audience of one. Leave it to Time Lords to ban temporal sex play; can't have anyone enjoying themselves too much. It might distract them from all that uptight tradition and selective eugenics that made them one of the most advanced civilizations in the universe. It might—

Rose turned her head to look at the older Doctor and saw a storm behind his eyes that surprised, aroused, and frightened her in equal measure. Their eyes met, and suddenly his expression softened; he was self-conscious at having been caught out. She gave him a small smile and then pointedly moved her gaze to his lap, where his hand continued to work his length. He raised the camera and took another photo.

The younger Time Lord watched Rose's arousal play across her face as much as he felt it in the way her muscles tensed around him; she was close. She returned her gaze to meet his, and he brought his fingers to her temples and paused; she nodded ever-so-slightly, granting him permission. He slipped into her mind and she moaned, dragging her legs up to wrap them around his waist, locking her ankles together to hold him to her. His mind slid further into hers, and he reached out for the pleasure center.

Everything felt beautiful, as though she were floating, and his presence all around her and within her was indescribable and inescapable; not that she'd ever want to escape. She reached for his mind and caressed him. She never wanted to leave his side, and she knew he could feel that across their connection. He moved against her mind again as he thrust into her body, and she came, crying out to him.

The tangle of emotions in Rose's head burst into streaks of pleasure that wrapped all around his consciousness, and filling him with warmth until finally…

"Oh, Rose," he grunted, thrusting one last time to burying himself deeply as he emptied himself. As the strongest wave of his orgasm passed, he covered her mouth with his own, and she happily swallowed up the last of his cries, a hot thrill running through her as she heard the quiet whimper of the older Doctor.

As he watched Rose and his younger self, the memories overtook him and he lost control, barely able to stifle his groan as he came, his semen spilling over his knuckles and streaking his shirt. Flustered and impatient, he wiped his hand on his shirt and began freeing the buttons from the buttonholes. He shrugged his braces from his shoulders and peeled his shirt off. He needed Rose, wanted her. He'd barely gone soft before his cock sprang to life again; his fantastic Time Lord biology was about to serve Rose and himself very well. He went to her, his younger self more than happy to move aside, slipping his pants back on before taking up the second camera he'd left lying on the floor.

The older Doctor was desperate for her. His braces were still clipped to his undone trousers, which he had no intention of removing. He pulled them down just a little bit more and fell upon Rose, hitchin