A/N: It’s still M-rated. Most definitely. Perhaps even more so :) This chapter is dedicated to Witch Nova for writing such fab stories and for reminding me that I had to write this chapter. Thanks for the inadvertent help! Enjoy…

P.S. Sorry it took so long!

Rose had never known heaven like it. She was lying naked, in a cave, on a moss covered rock, somewhere on a perfect alien moon. And what made it even more perfect was the feel of the Doctor’s hands running over her body and his lips currently suckling intently on one of her nipples. She moaned and felt him smile around her flesh. She wondered if he knew that he was driving her out of her mind with need and want, before he chuckled and she decided that he definitely knew what he was doing and was making the most of it.

She slapped his shoulder as he continued to laugh at her desperation, making him jolt. “Kinky,” he mumbled against her flesh.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she told him with a smile on her face. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to stop smiling again.

The Doctor moved his head to the centre of her chest, beginning to kiss his way down her body. He paused for a while at a birthmark just below her breast, nipping at the skin and making her arch towards him. She clutched his head with her hands, holding him to her firmly. She wasn’t planning on letting him go any time soon.

She could feel how aroused the Doctor was as he ground their hips together, and she knew that he would be able to feel her arousal as well. Usually she’d be embarrassed by how wet she was, but it seemed to spur the Doctor on even more. He slipped further down her body, taking some time to massage her sides with his hands whilst his tongue dipped into her belly button, making her arch into him as he nibbled lightly on the indention.

“Patience,” he told her.

“To hell with patience,” she stuttered out as his thumbs did something particularly lovely to her hip bones.

“I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

She could never resist him when he made puppy-dog eyes at her like he was at the moment. It was an especially effective move on his part when his chin was resting on her stomach and his hands were dancing lower to ghost over the tops of her thighs, carefully teasing the sensitive flesh. “I’ll hold you to that,” she told him.

“I’ll be counting on it.” He was sounding far too unaffected for her liking, and she resolved to get him back for it later. “In fact, if I don’t keep that promise I’ll let you slap me again, okay?”

“Might slap you anyway.” Really, this wasn’t fair. He was just there smiling oh-so-casually whilst she was feeling like she might explode from arousal.

“I always knew you were kinky, Rose Tyler.” His eyes lost their teasing sparkle and he loomed up over her, hands on either side of her head as he poised his body above hers. He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Let me make you come,” he whispered.

Before she could reply, his mouth was covering hers, tongue slipping past her lips to explore the ridges of her teeth and sweeping over her gums. She moaned into his mouth and gave herself over to him, unable to do much more than grip onto his arms as he kissed her, teeth biting her lips and his tongue driving her wild. They were both panting when he pulled away. “Okay,” she breathed, easily agreeing to his suggestion.

His eyes softened slightly and he smiled down at her. “Fantastic,” he replied, skimming his hands back down her body. He kissed his way down her chin and her throat before descending to her chest and down across her stomach. When he reached the patch of hair between her legs, he looked back up at her, smiling softly as he slipped his hands between her thighs and gently pushed them apart.

Rose felt her breath hitch in her throat as she looked down at him. She reached down to ruffle his hair as he tilted his head to press kisses to her stomach, his hands moving further between her legs. The second he touched her swollen, heated flesh, she jumped and yelped as a dart of pleasure shot through her.

“Okay, Rose?” he asked, the smug look on his face letting her know that he was more than a little proud of himself.

“Guuuh,” she replied.

“Excellent.”

His fingers continued to tease her, apparently knowing her body better than she did. Every spot he touched made her moan and push herself into him, and she briefly wondered if he was using some Time Lord-y sixth sense to drive her to heights of ecstasy never previously known to man- or woman. However, when two of his fingers gently slipped up inside her body and his lips wrapped around the throbbing bundle of nerves at her centre, she stopped caring just how he was having such an effect on her and gave herself over to simply enjoying it instead.

He quickly found her G-spot, something no man had ever done before, and took to rubbing it lightly while his tongue flicked over her clit, driving her higher and higher until she was bucking her hips into him with every pass of his hand and mouth, desperate for a release. She gripped his hair, tugging on the soft strands. “Doctor!” she cried.

He hummed against her, not letting up his glorious assault on her senses.

“Please,” she gasped, digging her nails into his scalp and pulling him more firmly against her.

As if sensing she was on the point of insanity, the Doctor increased the suction he was applying to her clit, carefully scraping the nub of flesh with his teeth. He squeezed another finger inside her body and twisting his hand around, rubbing against her until Rose was thrashing around on the moss, all but sobbing as the tension built inside her body.

Suddenly she broke apart, screaming out the Doctor’s name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She was vaguely aware of him murmuring to her quietly, still stroking her tender flesh and coaxing her through her orgasm. When she finally managed to focus and bring herself back down to Earth (well, Ecstacia), she looked down at the Doctor with a silly grin on her face.

“Not bad, eh?” he said, quite clearly pleased with himself. “Gotta say I did a pretty good job there, although you were a tiny bit tense. If you relax completely I could give you an orgasm that goes on for the best part of an hour- Guuuuuuuuuh!” He was cut off by Rose reaching down and pulling him up to her, wrapping her hand firmly around his erection. “Shall I shut up?” he enquired.

“Shut up and make love to me,” she gasped.

He grinned, the smile turning into a gasp as she tightened her grip on his throbbing arousal. “As you wish.”

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The Doctor was in paradise. Watching Rose come apart beneath him- because of him- had to be one of the most, if not the most, exquisite sights he had ever witnessed. And now his body was poised above hers, ready to enter her and complete them both.

He leaned down and kissed her as she stroked her hand over his erection, eliciting a series of moans and gasps from him that were most unbecoming of a Time Lord. Not that he cared. Right now he was a man, making love to the woman he loved. Because he did love her. He was just too scared to tell her in case she didn’t say it back.

“Rose,” he whispered against her lips.

“My Doctor,” she replied, lifting up her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She pushed her hips up into his and hooked one leg over his knee. “Please…”

He knew that they had both waited long enough, and carefully guided himself to her entrance. Locking his gaze with hers, he found all the reassurance he needed in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her body into his. And then he pushed inside her, slowly, giving her time to adjust to him and drawing out the pleasure as long as he could.

They were both breathing heavily by the time he was buried all the way inside her, her tight heat gripping him wonderfully. Tears were leaking from both of their eyes with the enormity of the act. “Rose,” he breathed, not wanting to shatter the beautiful moment. “My Rose.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“Doctor.” She rubbed her nose alongside his and gave him a kiss. He could taste the salt of her tears.

“So perfect,” he told her.

“Yes,” she agreed and pushed her hips up into his.

He smiled softly, taking the hint and beginning to move inside her slowly. He could feel himself trembling as he made love to her. She was trembling too. It was so good.

He picked up the pace slightly, thrusting into her with more force, making them both cry out. Rose clutched at him, her fingers digging into his back and his digging into hers. He felt her begin to tense up around him, her hips pushing up to meet his with every move he made back into her body. He knew he must be smiling like a lunatic, but he didn’t care. He felt himself begin to sweat.

Rose kissed his cheek and bought her mouth round to his ear and whispered, “Stop holding back.”

Her words gave him all the encouragement he needed to let the last shard of control go. He sped up his movements, drawing out and then slamming back into her, making her body shift on the moss. He reached down and pulled her legs around his waist before gathering her torso up to his chest again, wanting to keep as much contact with her skin as possible.

Rose began chanting his name over and over with every thrust, gripping onto him so tightly he was sure the indentions from her fingernails would be permanently embedded onto his back. He didn’t care. “That’s it,” he told her. “Let go Rose. Come for me, Angel.”

And she did, tightening around him until he thought he might pass out, screaming out his name and sobbing at the perfection of it all.

Three thrusts later and he was joining her up in the skies of bliss, spilling himself inside her and crying her name. He didn’t want to ever touch the ground again.

But inevitably he did, his muscles giving out and refusing to hold his weight anymore. He collapsed on top of her carefully, resting his head on her chest as they both caught their breath and attempted to regain coherent thought. He felt himself begin to soften and slipped out of her before rolling over onto his back, pulling her with him. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her still-wet hair. “Oh Rose,” he said.

She was silent for a while. “Wow,” she eventually said.

He smiled. “I agree. Wow.”

“That was… That was…”

“I know.”

“You’re bloody good.”

“I know.” He grinned down at her. “So are you.”

“Thanks.” She grinned back. “But I know.”

“Rose,” he said more seriously, stroking his thumb across her cheek. “I haven’t felt this close to someone in… Well, I can’t remember when I last felt this close to someone. It’s so… You’re so…”

She placed her finger over his lips, shushing him when the right words failed to materialise. “I know,” she said. “So are you.”

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed her, thinking about how easily he could get used to this. The feel of her in his arms, lips pressed together, her body moving beneath his… It was something he had thought he would only ever get to dream about. “So,” he said, when he felt they had both recovered somewhat. “Did I live up to your expectations? Or do you think you need to slap me again?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You wish.” She swatted him on the arm. “Kinky bastard.”

A/N: There’s still one more chapter of this to go, maybe two. Or maybe three. Oh, who knows?! But it’s probably winding down now. Thanks for reading! Please leave a review and let me know what you thought! Until next time, Jen xx