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Jack didn't find her.

Neither did the Doctor.

If they had, she'd probably have recovered faster, but it was for the best that they didn't. Sometimes, she needed to scold herself and pull her own self together, without the benefit of someone offering her comfort. She'd botched the one chance she'd have to see her family again, and it was entirely her fault.

Now she had to make sure she hadn't lost her Doctor, too, when she'd finally found him again.

It was a few hours, perhaps, by the time she found herself standing in the doorway of the Doctor's bedroom. Of what was her bedroom longer than her other's had been. She didn't step inside, but she did speak. "I'm so sorry."

She'd taken to saying that so often now, she almost couldn't remember the days he had.

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Honestly, it was the first time the Doctor had ever heard Rose speak and he didn't listen to a word she said. The moment the clasp was undone, the bra was gone. "Rose..." He moaned her name as he pressed kisses to her neck and should, one hand brushing up his side to her chest.

Light fingers curved under the swell, before he took it into his hand, massaging it softly. Oh, the moan that came from his lips as they kissed.

And as he pulled her closer, lips brushing down her neck, she should be feeling just how much attention he was giving her.

Well he was lucky this was one of the few times Rose didn't mind his ignoring her. Well, she'd have taken quite a bit of issue with his ignoring her completely, but the words, those she could understand. She'd taken to talking much more often than she used to, anyway.

Another quirk of his she'd embraced in the hope of it bringing her one step closer to him. Metaphorically, or perhaps literally. Didn't matter now, though, did it? Because he was here, and neither was needed any more.

And he certainly wasn't ignoring her, was he? She couldn't remember if she'd been about to say something again before they cut into a soft gasp at the brush across her neck. She hoped so. She could plead surprise for it.

Oh Rose, Oh...Rose. All the Doctor could think was her, how soft her skin was, how she tasked like fruit and spring and hope and love. And how he couldn't taste enough of her.

While his lips continued to taste her skin, he took her hands and guided them to his shirt. Off,, he spoke in her head, Take it and the t-shirt off.

There was a reason why he'd not spoken those words with his lips, that would be because they were busy wrapping themselves around her breast, the rough pad of his tongue grazing her nipple.

Oh, oh they were going to have a talk about this speaking in her head thing later. She couldn't decide yet if it was wonderful or terrifying, but it was so new and different, like everything else, it was almost like he'd regenerated some time while he was gone and the only thing he'd kept was his face.

She couldn't find it in herself to protest the words or their request. Later, then.

For now, she bit her lip and focused on getting his shirt free without ruining it. Which'd have been easier if he'd sat still for her to.

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.

Most people would generally pick one or the other. Of course, the Doctor wasn't most people, so why would he do something like that? Still, he could have eased her into the whole voice in her head thing. Or the concept that he could read her thoughts.

Again. Worries for another time. Worries for when he wasn't so urgently close and she'd finished running worn (but never scarred, nanogenes never allow scars) fingers along cool skin.

He moaned against her lips at the feel of her hands on his skin. She'd never felt so good under his hand in his life. But this was the difference, this wasn't hald holding, he was the woman he'd loved for so long almost naked below him.

"Tell me," he whispered against her ear, "Tell me if you ever want me to stop." Because unless he told her too, the Doctor didn't think he'd be able too. Not ever. Fingers roamed her skin as his lips teased and nipped her neck, stopping when they came to the waist of her jeans. Waiting for permission.

Oh, please. She'd made her decision already--long ago, and again much more recently--and she wasn't about to go back on that. She couldn't imagine wanting to anymore.

"Doctor..." She slid her hands down to rest on his wrists. "S'been eight years. Stop waiting." Because it occurred to her now that she might go a bit more crazy than she already was if he kept up his hesitation. She was an absolute sort of woman now.

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He smiled down at her then, nodding slowly, "As long as you're sure." Nervous hands started to unfasten her jeans, hands that moved to push them down as far as he could, having to sit up to pull them off the rest of the way. Looking down at her, she was only in her panties, the Doctor gasped softly. "Oh Rose."

She smiled back rather than answer, because her interest in conversation was waning considerably quickly. They'd have much more time to speak later. Later, once he'd realized she really was different now. Maybe even if he chose to exile her from the TARDIS.

She pushed herself up on an elbow, and reached up to touch his cheek softly. It was better than fidgeting and flushing under his scrutiny like she was tempted to. "Doctor..."

Of course he was different too. Before he'd never have let her into his bed, let alone be getting her naked. With her jeans gone, he moved to push off her panties too. Lips meeting his once more he groaned, finally seeing Rose in all her beauty.

"You're amazing."

Maybe what some had said before was true. They were the lucky ones. Maybe all that pain and suffering would work out for the best. They'd been given a chance to grow and change and maybe it could have been for the better?

The Doctor was always so good at making her believe that.

She bit her lip, offering a small smile. She was hardly unfamiliar with compliments--outright flirtatious ones were practically Jack's only vocabulary--but they were much more difficult to brush off coming from her Doctor. "Y'know its...all that running. Good for somethin', yeah?"

"All that running."

That just made him grin, moving towards her his lips found hers in a soft kiss, "I love running, but not as much as I love kissing you." Moving to lay down on the bed, the Doctor laid her down and looked her over before pressing soft kisses to her stomach.

"Oh, Rose."

So much more running than before. And sometimes it wasn't running. Sometimes it was standing and fighting when the Doctor might have run, just because she couldn't come up with a clever plan to avoid it.

Her laugh at his comment stuttered at his touch, but she was still focused on not reddening like someone much younger than herself at his compliments.

Kissing her stomach he smiled at her laugh, so loving the sound of it. But as he kissed he wondered which way to go. Up to those soft, amazing lips, or down to places never tasted?

Nipping at her side he glanced up and grinned, kissing lower as he pushed her legs apart. And then he did something he loved to do. Leaning down the Doctor ran his tongue across her folds, moaning at the taste of her. How he loved to lick things, and Rose was now at the top of his list.

She lost...whatever it was she was thinking in a harsh gasp. Fingers caught the sheet beneath her, and...how and when had he gotten rid of those mud-caked boots?

She couldn't begin to remember.

Oh, now that moaning was good. Yes, the Doctor thought that was a sound he could get himself used too. Laying down, his hands pushed her thighs further apart as his tongue started to explore her. Tasting, feeling textures, capturing scents. Oh, he could do this for hours. But right now, what he wanted to do was make her cry out his name. More than once too.

Well he certainly needed no help finding the answer to that particular quest, did he? Had that quite in hand. Or...well, no. Bad puns were always bad puns. No matter the situation.

Anyway, he had a bit of help, didn't he? Rush of emotions, adrenaline and shock and--she dug her heels into the coverlet she'd never had the name of the fabric for, and made a rather unsuccessful attempt at arching closer. The real question was why she bothered to try processing anything just then. Pretending to be the Doctor could wait.

Just for a bit.

Come on Rose, more, give me more. Sucking on her bud he concentrated on that before sliding his tongue deep inside her, thrusting it in and out. Oh, she tasted so good, like a drug and he couldn't get enough of her. Hands holding her tight he buried his face deep between her legs, humming as he did everything in his power to please her.

Entire cultures had fallen, trying to resist the Doctor. She much less than that. Control, no matter how much she'd have liked it, slipped away all too quickly. All but the one, so deeply ingrained never, never, never say it. Words fell, half formed, nonsensical, and nails clawed into sheets. Better half-formed than completed.

Like everything about her now, when he reached the goal he seemed so intent and efficient at striving for, it was sudden, violent, and distinctly vocal.

In the haze that followed, she did manage the thought that it was fortunate the TARDIS remained empty today. Donna would have never let her live it down.

Grinning to himself, more than a little please with the outcome, the Doctor stayed where he was until her body calmed and stilled. He thought about starting again, trying a different technique on her, but he missed the feel of her against him.

There was a trail of kisses between her legs all the way up to her neck as the Doctor crawled back up the bed and to her side. His hand brushed over her skin, down her body until it slipped between her legs. Poor Rose would need to tell him to stop if she wanted him too, the Doctor could keep this up for days, even weeks, and would.

Oh, naturally. Naturally he would. Never ending energy, that was her Doctor. And he always wanted to use that energy pushing, prodding, fiddling, and licking things.

She took the brief opportunity she was given to snatch his wrist in a hand, hopefully slowing it a moment. "Doctor..." She resisted the fleeting urge to use their proximity to snog him (or really more likely herself) senseless. For now. "You're...makin' it very hard to think."

Slowly he kissed up her neck until his lips were by her ear, "You're not supposed to think, Rose. You're supposed to enjoy what you're feeling." Grazing his teeth against her ear he smiled, "Do you really want me to stop Rose? Do you?"

She gave a soft, breathless laugh, "Oh, definitely not sayin' that, Doctor..." Difficult as the position was, she placed her free palm against his abdomen. "Just...not often the passive sort, Doctor."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he leant over to kiss her, "Then stop laying there and get involved. You could get me undressed," he teased as his hand started it's trail between her legs once more.