Part 2

About an hour later, after trudging through a few muddy fields, the Doctor and Rose arrived back at the TARDIS. Both were a little unsure of what exactly to say now that they were within the familiar glow of the time rotor in the centre of the control room.

They'd been giggling on their journey, but now they were at their destination, their home, a disconcerting lull in the conversation had occurred.

"So," Rose said loudly, trying to break the sudden tension.

"So," he agreed, nodding.

Neither of them met each other's eye for a long moment, and Rose fiddled absently with the hem of her still-wet top. "Well," she mumbled. "S''s been a long day, I s'pose I'll go to, um, bed..." she trailed off.

"Right. Yes. Okay." He swallowed thickly and looked up at her at exactly the same time at which she looked up at him. "Goodnight, then?" he said, and it came out as a question, because it was.

They stared at each other for what felt like ages, both their chests heaving as they breathed rapidly, nervously. And then, like magnets, they sprung towards each other, hands flying to waists and hips and shoulders and backs and hair as their lips met in a passionate dance, not knowing what to touch first or for how long, only knowing they wanted to touch everything forever.

Without withdrawing his lips from her skin for an instant, he moved his mouth from hers, down her neck, pushing away the fabric at her shoulder to remove unnecessary barriers and seizing possession of that dip where her neck-met-shoulder which constantly drove him mad with desire for her. As his teeth nipped tenderly at her skin, she moaned in delight, and he pulled her closer by her hips, fitting her against his body in the most delicious way.

Eager to do her bit, Rose started fumbling with his shirt buttons, pushing it and his jacket off his shoulders all at once, popping buttons she'd forgotten in her haste. Torso then bare, he shivered as her hands roved up and down, running her fingers through the light dusting of hair on his chest. He returned his lips to hers as his hands migrated to her bum, yanking her against him again and causing them both to swallow each other's groans of pleasure.

Together, they started moving towards the corridor, and as they journeyed through in the general direction of their bedrooms, they helped each other move the remainder of their clothing obstacles: her t-shirt ended up flung at the door to the galley; his trousers in a heap on the floor; her bra on the door handle of the library.

Giggling and crashing into walls and doorframes as they went, they finally stumbled into a bedroom – neither saw which one they ended up in, as they both had their eyes elsewhere. But the Doctor finally registered it was his, both because of the absence of pink and the presence of a very large bed which he'd rarely slept in; he pushed her towards this latter object immediately.

Relinquishing her for a moment, he encouraged her to wiggle out of her denim skirt, and it was promptly discarded halfway across the room with the same uncaring haphazardness as the rest of their clothes.

She lay back on the bed and tugged on his shoulders so that he tumbled down with her, just catching himself on his elbows so as not to squash her beneath his weight. Panting for breath, they ceased all other movement for several seconds, no longer exploring with wandering hands or kissing with wandering mouths. A moment of clarity, they lay there; him above her, Time Lord above human, staring into each other's eyes.

"Rose," he whispered, his voice raw and full of emotion.

"Yeah?" she exhaled roughly.

He swallowed thickly and pushed a strand of her hair from her eyes. "Maybe...maybe we should talk about this first," he suggested.

Rose playfully rolled her eyes. "What're you like, eh? You're lying here on top of me nearly naked and now you wanna talk?"

She gave him a cheeky grin, which he returned with a mischievous, "Weeelll..."

"What is it, though?" Rose asked, more seriously. "You having second thoughts?"

His grin widened. "Twenty-seven thoughts at once, me – and I don't mind telling you that right now all of them concern you." He tilted his head forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Then why'd you want to talk?"

His hands returned to their exploring again, running up and down her sides. "Thought it'd be the human thing to do," he answered with a slight shrug. He shifted downwards, kissing his way across her chest.

"Nah, humans don't often do that," she laughed. "The stupid ape lust takes over and before you know it, BAM: Britain has the highest teenage pregnancy rate in Europe, you know."

He lifted his head to regard her with a raised eyebrow. "You're speaking completely objectively, of course."

"Obviously," she giggled, then she asked brightly, "So, any chance of that happening here, or are we safe to go without contraception?"

His other eyebrow joined his first and he looked genuinely at a loss for words for a moment. Then, he cleared his throat and admitted, "I don't know."

"Oh," she replied, then she giggled again.

His lips curved into a curious smile. "What're you giggling about?" he asked, tickling her ribs.

"Just wondering whether my high-and-mighty Time Lord has any condoms in his bedside drawer," she laughed, patting his head fondly.

"Oh, ha ha ha, yes, let's all laugh at the sexually inexperienced Time Lord in the room," he scolded playfully.

She entwined her fingers with his to stop his relentless tickling, and arched an eyebrow as she said, "I don't reckon you're that inexperienced, if you can kiss the way you can."

He grinned proudly and gave her an affectionate peck on the nose. "That's just luck, really," he confessed. "Because this regeneration was made with you in mind. And regarding any experience I may or may not have, it was several years ago (and Rose, by that I mean centuries). Time Lords aren't – weren't – like humans, you know. Didn't even reproduce in the same way, let alone have the same sort of sex drive."

Her eyes widened. "So hang on," she said, her intrigue into his species letting her desire to move things along take a backseat for a few more moments. "If you lot didn't reproduce like this anymore, then there's no chance of me getting pregnant, right?"

"Ah," he replied, his cheeks turning pink. "Well, no, you see, it could still be possible, maybe, perhaps, because, um - " he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, I'll still – when I – I'll still...and you, you have, know. So, actually, theoretically, it could maybe, perhaps still happen..."

"Oh. Oh. Oh, okay," Rose nodded, understanding – and finding it difficult not to dissolve into more giggles again at the way he tried to explain without saying certain words. "So," she continued. "Neither of us have any condoms and it's 'maybe, perhaps' possible that I could get we just, postpone this until we can pop to the shops, or...take a chance?"

He smiled slowly. "Let's pretend to be teenagers and get overtaken by lust and just take a chance. Anyway, it's highly unlikely to happen first time, right?"

"Just so you know, I'm usually much more insistent about these matters, but since you're an alien and I love you, I'm actually willing to agree with your answer," she told him, looping her arms around his neck.

He tilted his head forward and brushed his nose against hers affectionately. "I don't know if you realise, but somewhere in there you just told me that you love me," he murmured, his throat tightening. He told himself not to be so sappy. He didn't want to end up crying on her.

"No I didn't - " she began, but then her eyes widened. "Oh. Yeah, I did, didn't I?" she laughed nervously. "Let's just pretend I - "

The Doctor rolled his eyes and cut her off. "I will not pretend anything of the sort," he declared. He wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her close. "My crazy, gorgeous human," he murmured, kissing her tenderly. "I love you too."

Her smile was brighter than ever and he sent a silent prayer of thanks to whichever good fortune was giving him gift after precious gift. Rose, then, he realised. He was silently thanking her; she was his Fortuna after all, and she was the only thing he could ever or would ever completely and truly believe in.