But the Doctor couldn't help it, his mind was filled with Roseness and so was his mouth. How else could he tell her things? His hands lowered so she could remove his shirt, and frankly he didn't care if it ripped. It'd been the one he'd worn when he fell through the rift.
And being with Rose was more important.
Once the shirt and the t-shirt were gone, the Doctor pullerd Rose to him. Bare chest against bare chest, kissing her hard and deep. Soon they were back to laying down, her back on the bed this time, him laying over her, between her legs, as they kissed. Hips to hips the Doctor pressed down against her, needing the friction against his tight pants.
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Date: 2010-04-08 12:00 pm (UTC)And being with Rose was more important.
Once the shirt and the t-shirt were gone, the Doctor pullerd Rose to him. Bare chest against bare chest, kissing her hard and deep. Soon they were back to laying down, her back on the bed this time, him laying over her, between her legs, as they kissed. Hips to hips the Doctor pressed down against her, needing the friction against his tight pants.