A/N: Hey, me again. Now. I should think you all know where this story is going. There's nothing explicit or anything in this, but you can't avoid the fact that they are definitely going to dance in the endas it were. Just want to warn you of that. It's nowhere near 'Mature' rating or anything, but I guess it could push some peoples' boundaries. Anyways, I hope you like it :D It's light and fluffy and romantic (hopefully) rather than turning it into a smutty, OOC sort of scene. Hopefully. Please review! Love you all xxx
"What's happening?" she asked him honestly. She didn't want to end up feeling rejected if this was a one-time thing. She didn't want to go from this back to how things normally were between them if he suddenly decided he'd finished playing this flirting game. She wanted to know exactly what was going on inside his head.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes a little, but he didn't falter from his position, his face still hovering close to hers. "I don't really know," he whispered as an answer, his voice low and somewhat contemplative. "But it's something. Something that should've happened a long time ago."
She swallowed nervously. "And something that should happen a lot more in the future?" she murmured.
"Oh yes," he replied, resting his forehead against hers tenderly. His eyes fluttered closed. He frowned contemplatively. "That's...that's if you...erm...well, that's if you want it to?" he added, wanting her to have a chance to get out of this if she felt he was pushing her into something she didn't want to do.
She rolled her eyes, which he didn't see, but could somehow sense she was doing.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Rose Tyler," he accused mock-sternly.
"Then don't ask stupid questions," she retorted.
"I'm simply being gentlemanly," he defended.
"I don't want you to be a gentleman," she replied, grinning impishly.
He opened one eye and lifted his opposite eyebrow, which was a truly comical yet exceedingly clever thing to watch someone accomplish, hence why Rose giggled right in his face.
"Well that's lucky," he said. "Because I'll tell you a secret. I'm not." He waggled his eyebrows at her saucily and she grinned again.
"Alons-y then," she told him, to which he chuckled deep in his throat. "Get on with it."
A second later and his mouth was on hers. Gentle at first. Then things turned more needy, more lustful, more passionate. Her lips parted in an appreciative gasp and he delved his tongue in to explore. She thrust her hands into his hair once more and he moaned into her mouth. Pulling back slightly, she whispered, "Knew that turned you on."
He laughed and pulled her lips back to his, his left hand running up her side, his right tracing patterns across her bare back. He lifted her right leg to wrap around his waist, and Rose took the opportunity to push him closer to her body; but he didn't move her left in case he hurt her ankle. He was thoughtful like that.
She couldn't believe what was happening. There they were, having a normal day, chasing aliens, then being chased by aliens, hobbling back to the TARDIS, him making her better, her consistently feeling like she was losing a one-sided battle (falling for the Doctor; trying not to pounce on him, etc etc) just like usual, when suddenly the realisation that he felt exactly the same way dawned on her and then here they were, snogging as though their lives depended on it, her half-naked and him touching her, like she'd wanted for so long, and he was really into this, she knew that now, into her, and he wasn't so oblivious anymore and he was affected by this as much as she was, maybe more so, she could feel it, and she was pressed flush against him, bare breasts to his thin shirt, and she couldn't breathe and it was brilliant.
Eventually, they parted in order to take in some deep breaths, their foreheads still pressed together, his hands still wandering across her upper body.
"Doctor," she murmured.
"Yes, Rose?" he answered.
"Do you think we could..." she paused, swallowing thickly. "Um, take this somewhere more comfortable?"
He smiled and nodded gently, instantly scooping her up in his arms.
"You don't have to carry me," she giggled.
"Yes I do. You can't walk on that ankle. I believe what I originally prescribed for you was rest and painkillers."
"Yeah, but you also said that your medicating skills were a bit off. I think you got the prescription wrong. What I really need is a nice handsome alien to take me to his room and worship me," she told him cheekily, winking.
"Hmmm, weeellll, that can be arranged. Now suit you alright, Miss Tyler?" he asked her, carrying her down a corridor she'd never been down before.
"God, yeah." She even bit her lip in excitement.
"That's good," he replied.
"Yeah, it is. And do you know the best of it?"
"What's that?" he queried, an eyebrow raised.
"We live in a time machine, so we can spend as long as we want doing whatever we want, and no one need ever know," she declared, echoing some of his earlier words.
He grinned at her, stopping outside his bedroom door. "You ready for this, Rose Tyler? You're entering a room where no one else has ever been before, you know."
"I feel special," she giggled, kissing him soundly. He almost lost his balance, but leant against the wall while he kissed her back, just as forcefully. His hand found the door handle, his mouth still attached to Rose's as he carried her into the room and gently placed her in the middle of his bed.
The Doctor disengaged himself from Rose's lips briefly to trail a succession of gorgeous kisses to her neck, her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach. He then found her lips again, kissing her sweetly before pulling back.
"Rose..." he whispered, followed by a silent question in his eyes, and he took her nod as the seal of approval to what they were about to do, especially when she loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt.
He stared into her eyes as she worked on divulging him of his shirt, and she looked so mischievous that he couldn't help but smile as widely as his face would allow. She was just so beautiful, and so perfectly his.
And then, there was bare skin on bare skin and they'd never felt so alive. Abruptly, their soft caresses and gentle kisses were replaced by a frenzied passion, as they realised that they were finally experiencing what they had wanted and dreamt of for entirely too long a time. In their ardent haste to remove the rest of their clothes, Rose's ankle got knocked and she shouted out in pain. But that pain was short-lived and as she sensed the Doctor trying to pull away and stop to check if she was alright, she tried to reassure him that she was absolutely fine, so -
"So will you please just make love to me? Right now."
Which seemed to work. He wasn't going to argue with that, especially as she sounded rather insistent on the matter, and to be honest, they were both getting desperate now and so he abandoned trying to be gentlemanly and became the un-gentleman Rose had requested for earlier.
And in that moment, in that beautiful instant, where he joined with Rose for the first time, some truly wonderful words - words that made her heart soar to unparalleled heights – fell from his lips in a whisper.
"I think I'm in love with you."
And the universe span around them as they moved together. For once – for this momentous occasion – it was unburdening. For once, it wasn't in need of saving. For once, the Doctor could love his Rose in ways he once thought were impossible for them.
And for once, the Doctor slept a full night's sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around Rose; content and truly, truly happy.
It turned out that laughter and love, the things that the Doctor and Rose were all about really, were the only medicine either of them needed to get better, mentally and physically.
And it would be impossible to defy them on that.