Chapter 9

"We made it," he whispered into the darkness of the bedroom as he closed the door behind him. He felt her grab hold of his hands and drag him towards the bed, and heard her mumble her agreement.

They divested themselves of their clothes tremendously swiftly, and he pushed her onto the bed, climbing above her as she scooted up to rest her head on the pillow.

"Let me turn on the light," she giggled as he kissed her, preventing her from reaching her lamp.

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled against her neck, aligning their bodies perfectly. "I know every inch of you in the dark too, you know."

"Mmm, likewise," she grinned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Did you lock the door?"

He stared at her in alarm. "Rose, they aren't going to burst into our bedroom," he pointed out. "They may be intrusive in-laws but they aren't that intrusive."

"What about Tony, eh? He doesn't know the boundaries," she countered.

The Doctor groaned, shifting slightly to relieve some pressure. "Just forget about the bloody door, yeah? Anyway, Tony does know the boundaries, he must do, 'cos he told me the other day that he walked in on Jackie and Pete in the bath together once and he said 'so I won't be going in there without knocking again.' So there, you see? Your brother is sensible. He knows of the concept of knocking. So can I make love to you now? Please?"

"You just mentioned my mum and dad and together and bath in the same sentence. I don't think I'll ever forgive you for that," she told him seriously.

"Rose," he sighed impatiently, pressing his forehead into hers. "I'm sorry, please let's just - "

Abruptly, Rose shifted her hips and resolved the issue somewhat, and the Doctor sighed in relief. "Excellent, thank you," he murmured in appreciation.

"Make it quick, 'cos I'm scared they'll come in," Rose requested, her hands raking down his back.

"No problem of that," he assured her, sliding deeper, and she gasped into his mouth. "Quiet, though, yeah?" he reminded her. "Just this once, see if you can," he teased.

Rose would've hit him around the face for that, but she was too busy concentrating on not making a sound. His thrusts were quick and forceful, just how she'd asked for, and her hands grasped for purchase on the headboard behind her. He kissed her lips, her neck, anywhere he could reach; his hands on her hips, pulling her to him with each movement forward, relishing in the feel of her legs around him.

"I love you," he told her, for quite possibly the billionth time that day, she pondered, but it was still as sincere as the first time, and she loved him even more for that.

"Harder," she whispered in response.

"Rose," he murmured, kissing her sweetly before nipping her bottom lip in an affectionate bite. "Any harder and the bed'll be making so much noise that they'll know exactly what's going on in here."

"Don't care," she gasped out.

"Well, you've changed your tune," he teased, before wilfully slowing the pace.

"Doctor," she moaned in frustration. "What are you doing?"

"Shh," he scolded. "They'll hear."

"But why are you slowing down?" she protested.

"Listen," he whispered, before slowing to a stop.

She swallowed her irritation and did as he asked. "I can't hear - "

" – shh, there, listen..."

She did. She couldn't hear anything. She was getting annoyed. "Doctor, how is it it's alright for you to want to do it fast and do it immediately, but once I've been worked up to the same - "

He kissed her, partly because he could, mostly to stop her talking. He kept his mouth over hers to muffle her sounds of protest.

When he finally pulled back, she was glaring at him, and even though he couldn't see it in the dark, he could tell she was doing so. "You better have an explanation - "

" – they've gone."

" – or else you're...what do you mean? Who's gone?"

"They've gone: Jackie, Pete and Tony. I heard the front door go, and just then I heard their car pull away." He kissed her forehead. "Good explanation?"

"They didn't say goodbye," she mumbled, sounding put out.

The Doctor groaned, but decided against complaining about her bloody hormones, figuring this time it's a lot his fault. "We were a bit busy," he pointed out, before resuming his movements, this time slow and steady.

"Oh," she sighed happily. "We're back in motion."

"Yep, and you can make as much noise as you like now, 'cos there's no one to hear you scream."

"Think highly of yourself, don't you," she laughed.

He thrust harder, and her laugh turned into a shout, which she instantly tried to cover up, but failed epically at doing so. "No," he answered. "I just know what you are like. And what you like," he added thoughtfully. It was seemingly appropriate.

"Idiot," she muttered.

"Oi! I'm the father of your baby, you know. You shouldn't be insulting me - gahhh," he gasped suddenly, when Rose licked a path up his neck before latching onto his earlobe.

"Shut up," she requested sweetly.

"'kay..." he mumbled, quite able to do as she asked considering he couldn't remember many words any longer. Or any, in fact.