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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.

Date: 2010-04-08 01:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
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?"

Date: 2010-04-08 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
"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."

Date: 2010-04-08 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-08 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-09 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-09 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-11 12:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-11 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-11 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-12 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-12 09:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
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."

Date: 2010-04-12 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
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?"

Date: 2010-04-13 10:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
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."

Date: 2010-04-13 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2010-04-13 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
She'd have snorted at that, if the proximity wouldn't have lead to unfortunate consequences. Best she didn't, because there was a nagging question left that really did need answering.

"Yeah, but, Doctor..." She bit her lip. It was a bit of a silly question, but Jack had made a good point years back, and it was a question Torchwood and UNIT's files didn't have an answer to. "Are you-are we..."

Date: 2010-04-13 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
"Are we?!" He muttered against her skin, "Are we what?" Slowly he pulled back, his fingers resting between her legs where they'd come to stop and he frowned. "Am I...are we?" He looked at her, waiting for her to prompt him a little more so he could actually answer that question.

Date: 2010-04-13 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
Oh, brilliant. Now she felt completely ridiculous asking, but she couldn't exactly back out of the question now. And...it was entirely possible, even after six years living with humans, their minds might've been headed different ways.

"Compatible?" In fact, it'd been quite some times since she'd felt nearly so awkward. "I mean...vastly different species, yeah?"

Date: 2010-04-13 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
He couldn't help but chuckle just a little at her question, reaching out he took her hand and brought it to the front of his trousers. And yes, low and behold there was what was expected to be there on a human male. It was hard and just that touch made him moan.

"Does that answer the question?"

Date: 2010-04-14 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
Very much. She saved the time and air of telling him, however, for that thorough snogging thing she'd been resisting for...far too long. Which just might cloak any fumbling or lingering, later-to-be-denied nervousness at working on the offered clasp of his trousers.

Date: 2010-04-14 07:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
He muttered her name against her lips, soft sounds rolling up his throat as they kissed. He'd been with others, yes, but never had their been this much passion behind them,

As she attempted to undo his trousers, the Doctor's fingers started to move against Roses already slick wetness, moaning

Date: 2010-04-14 08:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
In the end, she resorted to forceful tugging until the clothing cooperated with her. She simply couldn't concentrate well enough to manage anything more efficient.

It worked well enough, anyway, and he had plenty of spares in the wardrobe room. There were more important things to worry about, like being rid of the vexing article.

Date: 2010-04-16 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thelostdoctor.livejournal.com
The Doctor gasped as the clothes vanished and he rolled them, pulling her on top of him as they kissed once more. Slowly his hands travelled over her body, learning the rise and fall of her curves.

"Oh Rose," he muttered against her lips, naked body against naked body.

Date: 2010-04-16 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
An easier move by far when there was no clothing to catch on things. Or maybe she simply wasn't paying nearly as much attention as she'd been last time.

She slid nails--not manicured any longer, no, now she kept them efficient, nearly non-existent--along his shoulders, and pushed herself up enough to rest her palms against his chest. Two heartbeats, and it's an odd thing to fixate on, but she never realized how much she loved them until they were gone, and never accepted how much she missed them until she'd found him again.

She bit her lip, turning her gaze from her hands up to brown eyes a part of her believed she'd never see again. Even now, she couldn't quite accept that she wouldn't find this another dream. "I missed you."

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