Part 4

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"Pssst. Rose."

Rose pretended not to hear him.

"Rose."

Her lips twitched.

"Rose, please, I need your help, I've…I've accidentally spilt something all over the floor in the kitchen."

She rolled her eyes and sighed, placing the tray of champagne flutes on the sideboard before surreptitiously backing out of the room, towards the sound of the voice.

"What is it?" she asked the Doctor, as she discovered him hovering in the hallway.

He winced. "I knocked over a bottle of wine – don't worry, I caught it before it hit the floor, so it hasn't smashed into pieces, but the wine has gone everywhere."

Rose sighed and followed him into the kitchen, complaining, "You could quite easily clean this up by yourself, you know."

He grinned suddenly. "I know that. But I wanted to see you."

Handing him a mop, she arched an eyebrow. "Did you now."

"Yes. You disappeared for half an hour," he frowned.

"Yeah, doing this job that you so wonderfully acquired for me."

"Alright," he conceded. "It is my fault. But I still hold the view that this was the easiest way of getting in, plus - "

"'If you want to know something, work in the kitchens,' yeah, you've said. Only, this lot are rubbish, no one's gossiping about anything suspicious, so we're still in the dark."

He sighed. "Mmm. No one's told me anything else, either."

"Not even Lucy?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Not even Lucy," he grinned. "Maybe we should have a snoop around."

"Really?" she asked, in a dubious tone of voice. "What if we…"

"What?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows. "What if we get caught?"

"No, I was gonna say, what if we get distracted and then miss something happening?"

"And what could possibly distract us, Rose Tyler?" he smirked, leaning towards her.

"See, I knew it. I knew you'd try to pounce on me again. What happened to waiting 'til we got back to the TARDIS, hmm?"

"Weeelll," he drawled, grabbing her hand. "We might as well have a look around whilst everyone's busy in the main room, yeah? Silly to pass up the opportunity of discovering something interesting about your not-parents just because you're worried that you'll succumb to my irresistible charm - "

"Hey now, I didn't say that," Rose huffed stubbornly. "I'm perfectly capable of restraining myself, thanks."

"As am I," he insisted.

"Fine," she sighed, "Let's have a look around. Where first?"

He led her through the other side of the kitchen to another door. "Let's go this way, and see if there are any more stairs that aren't quite so in everyone's line of sight."

"Good idea," she agreed.

Hand in hand, the crept through the back of the house, until they came across a smaller, less ostentatious flight of stairs. "Told you," he remarked happily. "What's the betting that these are the stairs the servants have to use?"

"Blimey," Rose murmured. "I still can't believe that they'd live in a place like this. Mum would feel out of place."

"Would she though?" he asked gently. "I mean, if things were different…this is the life she could've had."

"Yeah," she replied shakily. "Yeah."

He squeezed her hand as they reached the top of the stairs and peeked into the first room on the right; a bedroom. "Could you imagine yourself waking up in a lavish room like that?" he teased, noting the posh décor.

Rose pulled a face. "I don't like it."

The Doctor smiled knowingly. "Your room is nicer than that, anyway."

"Yeah, it is," she smiled back, as they closed the door on that room and made their way down the corridor, checking out the others. "And who needs a massive house with posh wallpaper when you've got a bigger on the inside one that flies through time and space, right?"

"Exactly," he beamed. "Although, this room's nicer," he remarked, and stepped inside the one in question.

Rose followed him in. "Yeah, kind of understated. Much nicer than the over-the-top style of the others."

"Agreed." His eyes landed on the bed. "And this one hasn't got a four-poster with drapes."

"Mmm," she nodded. "Just a normal double bed with a normal, if old-fashioned, headboard. Much better. Not quite so intimidating."

"Indeed."

He glanced at her and swallowed thickly. She was biting her lip contemplatively and he suspected he knew what she was going to say.

"It would be really, really, really wrong, wouldn't it?" she whispered.

He didn't have to ask what she was referring to. "Yes. And, well, if we got caught, there might be serious…ramifications."

"Might get fired," she quipped.

"Yep. Also, I might get slapped by another Jackie Tyler."

"You keep going on about that, when the truth of it is, Mum hasn't slapped you for ages."

"Thank goodness," he muttered.

"So…"

"So."

She let go of his hand and turned to face him. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, eyes darkening. Rose could feel a blush staining her cheeks but she didn't care. This was the Doctor, the man she loved. The man she reckoned loved her back. She refused to feel embarrassed in front of him, especially considering that he'd been ready to make love to her against a tree and some shelving respectively. A nice, soft mattress within sight, and she was even readier.

"Doctor," she murmured. "I know I said I could restrain myself, but - "

He took a step towards her, his hands coming to rest lightly on her hips. "Rose." He gently tugged her against him, so that they were pressed chest to chest, before leaning down and capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

He moved backwards towards the bed, and she followed eagerly, her mouth not leaving his. They landed together on the mattress. Rose broke from the kiss to sit up, straddling his hips. "Hello," she murmured breathlessly.

"Hello," he whispered back, his throat tight, feeling absurdly emotional with her looking down at him so lovingly.

Rose glanced around them briefly before asking, "Whose room do you suppose this is?"

The Doctor shook his head. "I don't think it's anyone's. There aren't any personal belongings in here. Probably just another spare bedroom."

"Right," Rose nodded, pleased with his hypothesis. She absolutely did not want to conduct any…activities…in a room that could possibly be her not-parents'.

He slid his hands up her thighs to grasp her hips. "Not that this isn't lovely in itself, Rose, but do you think that maybe we could - "

"Oh," Rose laughed. "Yeah. I mean, we'd better hurry up anyway, right? In case someone realises we're missing and comes looking for us."

He sighed in relief, then surprised her by flipping them both over so that he was on top. "Would it be easier, then, to keep most of our clothes on, just in case?" he asked, with a cheeky smile.

Her eyes danced mischievously up at him. "I think that would be wise, yes."

The Doctor, delighted yet nervous, kept his eyes focussed on hers as his hands crept beneath her short black dress and sought out the waistband of her tights. Swallowing hard, he inched the tights down her legs, before realising something. "Ah. Boots."

Rose giggled as he encountered the obstacle to removing her tights completely. She lightly shoved him aside so that she could reach down and take off her boots and kick her tights off the rest of the way. "Better?"

His eyes swept over her bare legs before meeting her gaze. "Oh yes."

She smiled impishly. "I think you forgot something else, though," she teased, reaching under her dress to tug down her knickers.

But he stopped her, his hand closing around her wrist gently. "Let me?" he asked, in a whisper.

Mesmerised by the look in his eyes, she nodded, and he gave her a soft smile before resuming the task she'd begun. There was something unquestionably erotic about the movement, and he struggled to control his breathing, let alone his pulse rate.

"It's funny," she said quietly. "Even though we know we've got to be quick, we're…taking things slowly."

"I want you to be ready," he whispered back. "And I want you to know how important this is to me. How special. How – perfect."

"I am ready," she assured him. "And thank you, that's – it's important to me too, and I'm glad that you think so."

"Rose." His breath hitched as she undid his trousers, before pushing the garment, along with his boxer-briefs, down his thighs as far as necessary. "Rose, wait, are you sure?"

"We can go slow properly next time, I promise. But for now, please, just…"

He nodded in easy acceptance. "Yes. Of course," he agreed, then moved over her, settling comfortably between her thighs. Kissing her soundly again, he simultaneously entered her, their mutual moans of pleasure muffled by each other's lips.