Leap of Faith: Chapter Thirty-Four

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Title: Leap of Faith (34/?)
Author: amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: John Smith (alt!Nine)/Rose Tyler, Toshiko Sato, Jake Simmonds, Mickey Smith, Ianto Jones, Jackie Tyler/Pete Tyler, Tony Tyler, various original characters.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Fluff
Rating: Adult This chapter NC-17
Betas: amyo67, eskridge77, susanb03
Summary: Hiding from the Family of Blood, the alt!Ninth Doctor turns himself into John Smith via the chameleon arch and with his companion Toshiko Sato, takes a job at Torchwood. He clashes with everyone he meets and Rose Tyler, the beautiful young director of Torchwood Field Operative Training and the daughter of his boss, is no exception. AU after season 2.
Warning: This chapter is not safe for work, not safe for school, not safe to be read around your children. Explicit Sex.

Previous Chapters: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/327895.html


Chapter Thirty-Four: No Holding Back




“You would?” His heart was beating very fast and he couldn’t seem to get over his shock that he’d said it at all, let alone that she’d accepted.

“Why do you sound surprised? You wouldn’t have asked me if you didn’t think there was some possibility I’d say yes,” Rose said rolling her eyes at him. She picked up a piece of bok choy with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

“Because it’s too soon and I never thought you’d actually say yes,” he said. “Yet.”

“Yeah, it probably is, but then why say it at all?” she asked. “Unless you didn’t mean to say it.”

“Oh, I did. And I wanted you to say yes,” he said. He stabbed an eggroll in the middle and nibbled on one end. “I’m not getting any younger and—.”

“If you say you think it’s time to settle down, I will stab you with my chopsticks,” Rose threatened.

John laughed. “I wasn’t going to say that.” He held up one hand, fingers spread defensively. “I was going to say that I didn’t want to waste any more time looking when I’d already found the one. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone. I used to be very lonely and now I’m not.”

“Yes, me, too,” she admitted.

“I was existing, but I wasn’t living. I’ve been thinking about how different you’ve made my life since that battle with the alien hive queen where we were both hurt. And I thought…when you were hurt this time, I might lose you and you’d never know just how deep my feelings for you ran.” He ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it a messy catastrophe.

“I don’t think about stuff like that much, marriage and the future, not since…” She waved away the rest of her words, not wanting to finish that sentence. Not since she’d first stepped into a magic blue box that had taken her away from the mundane world and she’d realized that maybe she could have a life that was more than Mickey, the estate, and a couple of kids. “I knew the moment you said it that it was what I wanted.” She picked up a piece of chicken in a sauce she didn’t recognize, trying a tiny bite, then eating it more enthusiastically when she found she liked the flavor.

“It didn’t used to be at the top of my list, either. Thought I’d die an old bachelor, me. When I first met you, I didn’t even dream I had the chance of getting into your bed,” he told her, “let alone building a life with you.”

“Could have fooled me. I remember the way you looked me up and down when you first saw me,” Rose said. “Like I was already yours.” There was humor in her voice now, though she’d been angry at the time.

“Well, I wanted you right then and right there. It hit me harder than anything I’d felt before for a woman, but the best I hoped for was a one night stand if you got angry enough at the world.”

“Seriously? John, you have a lot to offer.”

“Well, of course,” he smiled that confident smile, “but…have you looked in a mirror lately? You’re way out of my league.”

Rose rolled her eyes again. “No, I’m not. You just have a bad misconception of where your league is located.” She smiled and then looked down. “You remember, right? What I said about kids? That Dr. Varley doesn’t think I’ll ever be able to have them? And even if, for some reason, I became pregnant, the genetic anomalies in my DNA would not allow a pregnancy to develop past the first trimester. So if you’re thinking the wife, the kids, the whole picket fence thing…”

John coughed, trying not to choke on his egg roll. “I’m not. I just want you. You’re the perfect match for me and I can live a life quite happily without squalling babies and a grandiose house to live in.”

“You sure? Most men want to pass along their genetics and—.”

“I’m not most men. I don’t see the need to begat a bloodline and anyway, by the time any kids were raised I’d be in my 60’s. Not really something I want to spend the next couple of decades doing when I could be seeing the world instead,” he said.

“My mother doesn’t understand that even if I could have kids, I wouldn’t want to bring them into this world with all its dangers. She always assumed I’d adopt, but who wants a kid around the Torchwood lifestyle?”

“Jane. She’s about to pop any day now,” he pointed out.

“Jane’s administrative. She doesn’t leave the hub on assignments. And I could never sit behind a desk full time like that. And look at Kathlyn Harper. Her father’s missing, her mother’s dead. If we don’t find Owen and Tosh, she’ll be another Torchwood orphan.”

“Jane will become her legal guardian,” John said. “Or Jake if something happens to Jane.”

“How do you know that?”

“Saw Owen’s will when I was reading the employee files,” he admitted.

“You don’t have clearance to do that,” Rose said.

“It’s never stopped me before.”

“True.”

They were silent for a bit, eating and thinking. Finally Rose burst out with, “Do you think we’ll find them?”

“Tosh and Owen?” he asked. She nodded. “Yeah, I do. Tosh is pretty damn resourceful, but I have to admit, I’m really worried about them.”

“I think if they were somewhere on Earth we’d have heard from them by now,” Rose said.

“I don’t know. I’d like to think they’re still nearby. If there’s any way at all, Tosh will get a message to us letting us know where she is. She’s smart and clever and Owen’s no slouch either.”

“Can I ask you something?” Rose asked. This time she was the one pushing the food around on her plate. “I’ve just been curious about it for a while.”

“Sure,” he said. His voice was guarded, perhaps because of her tone.

“How come you and Tosh never…?”

“Never what?” he asked.

“Got involved. Became lovers.”

“I don’t see her that way,” he said.

“But why not? She’s beautiful and she’s smart and she’s closer to your age than I am,” Rose said. “All that time you spent traveling around with her and working together at UNIT and Oxford and you never even thought about it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said with a shrug. “There’s no spark, no chemistry. She’s family, I guess, so much as you choose your own family when you choose your friends. She…puts up with me. Not a lot of people will do that. I’m quite fond of her, but that’s as far as it goes. Like you and Mickey.”

“But I used to date Mickey, so it really isn’t.”

“Rose, you’ve known Tosh and I were close from the beginning. Are you…jealous?”

“No!” Rose knew that had come out too harshly. “No. Honestly, I’m not. It’s just that Tosh is pretty spectacular and I guess I was just curious why me? Why not her?”

“You can’t force something that isn’t there,” he said. “And you can’t stop something that is there. Like you and me. We have that spark between us. Have from the moment we met. Nothing compares to that. You either feel it or you don’t.”

“Well, I guess I’m just lucky then,” Rose said. “And anyway, it would be really weird to find out my best friend had slept with my boyfriend.”

“Fiancé,” John reminded her softly.

Rose’s face became wreathed in a goofy smile. “Yeah.” Then she sighed. “We’re gonna have to tell my mum and Pete.”

“Not for a while yet,” John said. “You have to finish healing and then we need to find Tosh and Owen and bring them back and figure out this rejuvenation thing. And then we need to see about getting you a ring. Speaking of healing, how’s your shoulder now?”

“Stiff,” Rose said, “and a little sore, but it’s like the muscle aches you get if you exercise without stretching properly first.”

“A bath might help with that.”

“It might, but I’m supposed to be resting. I’m not sure I could manage a bath all by myself.” She made her voice all helpless sounding and batted her eyes flirtatiously at John.

“Well, I suppose I wouldn’t mind helping,” he said with an answering grin.

“That would be lovely.”

They chatted about the case for a while as they finished eating. “So far Mayumi hasn’t regressed any further. The thing is, we don’t know for sure if it’s because of the blood serum, or because of what the Taltins did, or if this is just when it was supposed to stop.”

“It didn’t stop with Marcie,” Rose pointed out.

“I know, but I’ve been thinking about that. Mayumi was in her what…late 60’s, maybe 70’s?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“And so were most of the elderly people who were infected with rejuvenation. But we’re getting reports that they’ve all stabilized at about age twenty-five to thirty,” John said.

Rose frowned. “What about Marcie?”

“I think she’s an exception to the rule. Maybe outside their program’s parameters.”

“Are there any more younger people who have regressed?”

“Dr. Jones says yes. They gave her their files to read on her trip here from South America. I didn’t really get to question her further on it because I was told to take you to bed,” John said.

Rose grinned at him. “And you sure did that.”

She set her plate to one side. “I’m full.”

“Ready for that bath?” he asked.

“Should probably put this stuff away first.”

John nodded, quickly gathering up the boxes that still had food in them and sticking them into the mini-fridge in the corner before unceremoniously dumping the garbage into the rubbish bin. He helped Rose rise to her feet and she leaned on him as she walked to the bathroom. It wasn’t that she was unstable, so much as a bit dizzy. She felt odd behind her eyes. It wasn’t quite a headache, more a sort of pressure. She hoped the nice relaxing hot water would help.

John started the water in the tub and Rose quickly stripped out of her pajamas, setting them aside for afterwards. John dumped some bubbles into the water and then turned back to look at her. His breath caught.

“What?” she asked.

“I just don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to that,” he said.

“Used to what?”

“Seeing you naked.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will. I intend to be naked around you as much as we can get away with,” she told him.

“I won’t be complaining,” John said with a smile.

Rose stepped into the tub, steadying herself with one hand on John’s shoulder. As she sat, the bubbles covered her up. With a gentle hand he removed them from her breasts so he could continue to look at her.

“Fantasized about this, you know, the last time you took a bath in here,” he said.

“I was drunk.”

“I remember. You don’t do drunk well,” he said.

“Never have.”

He picked up her bright turquoise bath pouf and squirted some soap into it, working it until it formed a nice lather. She pushed her hair over the front of her shoulders, leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around her knees. Slowly he rubbed it across her back, then scooped water up in his hand and let it dribble down her back. She let go of her knees. Carefully he washed her sore shoulder and both of her arms before sitting back on his heels and getting distracted by her pert breasts.

She smiled at him. “You’re making me wish this tub was big enough for two,” she said.

He jerked out of his reverie. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“I’m not usually this distractible.”

“I don’t mind.”

He cleaned her good shoulder and then she settled back against the tub and he ran the pouf over her breasts with gentle hands. After about five minutes she said, “I’m pretty sure they’re clean, John.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think they need a bit more scrubbing,” he disagreed and she giggled.

When he was ready to move on she lifted a leg out of the bubbles. He ran his hand down the length of it and back before accidentally dropping the pouf in the water. Even though it was very clearly floating on the surface he made a big show of searching around for it, his fingers slipping between her legs and brushing against her clit several times before he rediscovered the pouf and ran it in long, lazy strokes over first one limb and then, when she raised it up, the other.

She sighed. “Do you think you can do my hair? I know Martha did her best to get all the blood out of it, but it still feels kind of icky.”

John disconnected the shower head from its housing and tugged the long, flexible tubing downwards. “Lean back. I don’t want to spray you in the face by accident,” he said before turning on the water and taking her hand to move it into the flow. “That too hot?”

“Perfect,” Rose said. “But you’re going to need a higher pressure than that to get through this mane.” He fiddled with the adjustor until the water came out more powerfully.

“Okay, now lean forward.” He handed her a wash cloth to protect her eyes with then drenched her hair with warm spray.

He grabbed the bottle of shampoo she kept on the tub rim and poured some out into his hands. “You have to work it from the crown through to the ends. Don’t pile it on top of my head or it will tangle like anything.”

John followed her instructions, gently massaging the shampoo into her scalp and then working it down the length of her tresses. Her hair had grown quite a bit since he’d first met her. It nearly reached her waist. When he was sure it was quite clean he rinsed the suds out and washed her hair a second time, focusing more on her scalp this time, especially around the base of her neck where the blood from her shoulder had pooled. Once rinsed again, Rose asked him to put on conditioner.

“You’ll need a lot,” she said. “It’s the only way I’m ever able to yank a comb through this mess.”

He poured a substantial amount into his palm and then followed her instructions for working it through her hair. “You have magic hands,” she said, so relaxed under his ministrations.

He smiled and rinsed her a final time, then reached down to pull out the plug. The water drained out slowly and then he helped her to her feet. “Let me spray off those bubbles,” he said.

“Then maybe you can join me?” she suggested. “I’m pretty sure there’re parts of me that still need attention.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

He stripped off his clothes, slowly and methodically, not missing the way her eyes moved hungrily over him, or the way she licked her lips as she stared at his penis. Was he going to be able to keep up with his young lover when she hit full health again? A slight stirring at his groin assured him that he was going to do his very best to try.

He stepped into the shower and Rose moved into him, her arms going around him, her breasts flattening against his chest. He felt himself harden further against her stomach. They held each other under the stream of hot water. Rose reluctantly let him go and reached for the soap, lathering her hands and rubbing them across his chest. His hair made it bubble up even more and Rose used the handful it generated to reach down and gently wash his penis, her fingers moving lightly from shaft to balls and back again.

“You have no idea,” she said lowly, “how much I want to take you in my mouth.”

He twitched in her hands and she laughed. “Probably not as badly as I want to come down your throat,” he told her, his voice gravelly. “But Martha said nothing too strenuous on your part. Give yourself another day or two to recover, and then I promise, you can blow me as often as you want.”

Rose giggled. “Very generous of you.”

“I’m a very giving sort of guy.”

She slid her hand up and down his shaft, the soap making passage easy. She paid as much attention to his balls as he had to her breasts earlier, and by the time she released him his legs had gotten shaky and he’d put one hand on the wall to stabilize himself. He whimpered when her hand left him. She leaned toward him and whispered into his ear.

“I could finish you here with my hand,” she said. “If you want. Or we could go back to bed and you can finish inside me.”

“I have to choose?” he asked.

Rose laughed. “Unless you have the refractory period of a teenage boy, then yes, you have to choose.” She picked him up again, her fingers slowly working him once more.

“Damn, but I wish I could take you right here, up against the wall.” The sparkle that came into Rose’s eyes as he said that assured him that she’d like that very much. He stored it away for future reference. “I want to make love to you, again,” he decided.

They finished washing and spraying off the soap and then John helped steady her as she stepped out of the tub. Carefully he dried her off, and then did a much harsher job on his own skin while Rose made her way back to bed. He smiled when he came out of the bathroom and saw her waiting for him.

Her golden brown hair lay strewn across the pillow and her naked, creamy skin was a gorgeous contrast against the dark blue sheets. Her knees were bent, her thighs splayed open, hiding nothing from his gaze. She held a condom in one hand and he took it from her, hastily rolling it over himself. He stood beside her a long moment, drinking in the sight of her, before reaching a hand between her thighs.

“Are you wet?” he asked. His finger slid through her lips and easily up inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she told him.

He pulled his finger out of her and slowly licked it off, his eyes on hers as he did so. She squirmed beneath his gaze. He wanted to taste her again, and it warred with his desire to bury himself within her. “Just a quick taste,” he said and he settled between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could, lapping at the copious amount of moisture she was releasing.

She tried to wiggle, but he held her firmly in place. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and arrowed in on her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while he moved his digits in and out. He didn’t want her to come yet, he wanted to get her close to the edge before mounting her and taking her the rest of the way. And from the way she was reacting, he only had a few more seconds. He roughly circled her clit twice and then pulled back and away.

Rose cried out in frustration as he sucked off his fingers, but then smiled happily as he lined himself up and pushed deeply into her.



As John entered her for the third time that day, Rose sighed. The exquisite pleasure she felt as he filled her was amazing. She’d had sex enough in her life to know when a man was good and when he was just a fumbler. John knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to align his pelvis so that it brushed against her clit, knew how to move his body so that the length of him pressed against a spot inside that gave her intense pleasure.

He had taken her close with his mouth, but now she felt herself rising again as he used slow and measured thrusts to push her forward. Damn, but she loved the way he felt inside her, the way he moved. Making love with him was better than she’d ever imagined, and she’d imagined it a lot, but here they were going at it for the third time and it was even better than the previous two.

She wished desperately that she could take a more active role, and in a day or so when she felt better, she would lead and he would follow. As it was, she couldn’t help raising her hips into his patient plunging. She wanted to kiss him, wanted to hold him closer to her body.

“You’re too far away,” she told him.

Immediately he closed the space between his chest and hers, his arms scooping beneath her to cradle her back and hold her tight. His lips found hers and she opened her mouth, her tongue shoving rudely into his mouth to battle with his. The kiss was frantic, a fight for dominance, a fight neither wanted to lose. She refused to yield to him and instead grabbed the back of his head, holding him firmly in place as she sucked at and circled his tongue.

His body began to move faster, matching the rhythm of the kiss. Rose felt her orgasm starting to rise and pushed it back a little, wanting to prolong that feeling as much as she could. Finally John broke the kiss, gasped in air, and firmly fastened his mouth back on hers. At the same time he thrust hard and she lost control, her pleasure overwhelming her as she contracted around him.

He claimed victory over her mouth at the same time, her mind distracted by her body’s sudden fulfillment. She felt all of her muscles tightening even as her focus was on the bliss taking over her core. Again and again, intense waves flowed through her, almost electric, her nerve endings on fire. She heard herself crying out his name as her fingers dug into his shoulders. He said her name quietly and then was shuddering, releasing himself inside her.

He thrust a few more times until he was spent and then collapsed. She took his weight for a moment, wishing he would never move away from her, that they could stay joined like this, in the act of completion, forever. “Damn,” she whispered. “You’re good.”

He chuckled, his whole body vibrating against her. “You’re amazing,” he said. Carefully he rolled away from her, grabbing a tissue and then disposing of the condom. He rolled back toward her, scooching down in the bed a little so he could rest his head against her breast. He lazily sucked her nipple into his mouth and made lazy little circles on her belly with his hand.

Rose stroked his hair, closing her eyes at the pleasant sensations. She was exhausted, spent, and she didn’t know how she’d go again if that was what he was aiming for. But he didn’t seem to be aiming for anything. Instead, he just gently caressed her curves. When he finally released her nipple, he propped himself up on his hand and looked at her.

“I love how responsive your body is to me,” he told her. He brushed an index finger across the nipple he’d been sucking. It stood tall, aching, at attention. He cupped and kneaded her breast, his hands gently arousing. He moved to her other breast gently rolling that nipple between thumb and forefinger. “I love the way your nipples rise when I touch them or suck them.” He licked again at the near one for a few seconds.

His hand slid down across her belly and as he neared her soft curls she opened her thighs. “I love that you do that,” he said. “That I don’t even have to ask and you’ll spread your legs wide for me.” He palmed the soft mound of her sex, pushing gently for a moment, before easing back and spreading her lips open with thumb and middle finger. He brushed the clit with his index finger. “I love how fast your clit comes out, how hard it gets under my touch.”

He eased down her body and licked the length of her sex from bottom to top. “I love how you taste.” He licked up to her belly button and then in a circle around it before licking straight up her body to end between her breasts. He peppered kisses back down her body, continuing down her left thigh until he reached her knee, then across to her right thigh, kissing until he reached her center and yet again flicked his tongue at her, sucking her clit then lapping at her entrance for a moment.

He climbed back up her body and kissed her. “I love the fact that you don’t turn away from the smell or the taste of yourself,” he told her. “That I can lick you here,” again he moved down her body and again he tasted her juices, “and come back here,” he touched her lips then drove his tongue inside her, “and that you enjoy it.”

Her body was flushing to his words and his touches. She could feel tension behind her nipples as her breasts seemed to tighten. He latched on to her nipple again, and another violent wave of arousal shook her. The urge to tumble him onto his back and suck him was almost violent. Her sex ached to have him inside her again, despite her earlier exhaustion. He continued to list out the things he loved and she wondered if she could come just from his touches and the sound of his voice.

She couldn’t stop herself any longer. She had never felt such a strong need in her life before. “I need to suck you,” she told him.

“Rose.”

“Please. We can lay on our sides. It doesn’t have to be vigorous. I just need you in my mouth.” Her voice sounded desperate even to her ears.

John looked conflicted about disobeying Martha’s orders. Rose looked down at his penis and licked her lips and John groaned. “You fight dirty, Tyler.” She reached out and encircled him in her hand, working him lightly until he was half hard.

She wiggled down so that her face was at his groin and opened her mouth. She blew warm air across him before ever so slowly just taking the head between her lips. Lightly she pulled back the foreskin. Her tongue darted across the little hole and he shuddered. She ran tight circles across the head before suddenly engulfing him, taking in as much as she could, her hand enclosing the rest.

He made a noise he didn’t recognize and he swelled to full erection within her. Rose hummed happily, her tongue busily getting to work against the thick vein that ran up the bottom of his shaft. She was glad he’d gone against his better judgment. There was something so damn primal about what she was doing. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, so hard and thick and pulsing with life.

She began to move her head back and forth slowly. She felt John stroke the hair back from her face and rest his hand against the side of her head, but he in no way sought to guide her. She worked just the top half of him in and out of her mouth, her free hand going down to play with his balls. She cupped and caressed, then ran a fingernail lightly across the sack and onto his perineum, then back up. He shivered at the touch and she smiled around him.

She released his penis with a loud pop and began to suck at the base, his shaft rubbing across her cheek as she did. She took first one ball and then the other into her mouth, her hand holding him tight and gently moving up and down. She worried them until he whimpered and then released him, swallowing his length again and this time, relaxing her throat as much as she could, tried to get as much of him as possible inside her mouth.

John groaned as he hit the back of her throat. She knew it was taking almost inhuman effort for him not to thrust. She moved slowly, she had to with so much of him in her mouth. She knew she couldn’t get the last couple of inches, but she’d deep throat him as much as she possibly could. The sounds he made as she moved her tongue around him gave her tremendous satisfaction after all the lovely things he’d done to her.

“I’m close, Rose,” he said. Remembering how he’d teased out her orgasms, she pulled back, taking him out of her throat and kept only the head in her mouth. She sucked and licked at it intensely for a few moments, then pushed back down to the halfway point. She held him there with no pressure, just her warmth surrounding him. He started to buck, but forcibly stopped himself. “Please,” he said. His hand tightened in her hair.

She made a vacuum of her mouth, the pressure on him intense. He gave a grunt and then a gasp as she opened her mouth and sucked in the cold outside air, suddenly changing the temperature around his shaft. Then she pulled away and looked him in the eyes. He protested her abandonment. “Come in my mouth,” she told him firmly, so there could be no doubt of what she wanted.

She fastened on him again and quickly began to move him in and out, her lips tight, her teeth loose. One hand wrapped his base, the other teased his balls, and she could feel the changes in him that meant she had a minute, maybe less. She kept the pressure on him intense and doubled her speed, moving him in and out with ease. He gave a wordless shout and suddenly he was coming, his hand holding the back of her head firmly as he spurted against the back of her tongue.

Rose was a little surprised at just how much there was, considering how many times they’d already made love, but she still managed to easily take it down. She liked the taste of him, salty but not really bitter, and she knew she’d be happy to do this again for him. When he came to a halt after emptying himself, she let him stay in her mouth. When he was halfway soft she then set to work licking him clean. She was tempted, very tempted, to blow him again. Even soft, she loved the way his penis felt in her mouth.

Finally she let it slip free. She kissed him from tip to root, sucked him back in, kissed him again, and finally let him go with one last lick across the top. She moved back and looked up at him. The expression on his face was hard to read. “You…you liked that didn’t you?” she asked hesitantly.

“Damn, Rose,” he said. “I’d still be in your mouth if you wanted it. You have skills.”

Rose blushed. “I just…like giving blow jobs,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, well, whenever you get the urge, you don’t even have to ask.”

“So…you wouldn’t mind…waking up in my mouth some morning?”

“I wouldn’t mind waking up in your mouth every morning,” he told her, a soft growl in his voice.

“And just so you know, I wouldn’t mind waking up with your face between my thighs,” she told him.

“Damn, woman, you’re making me hard again. How do you do that?”

She reached down and stroked his penis, which was struggling valiantly towards half an erection. “I just want you,” she said simply. “I just love you.”

“I love you, too.”

After a few minutes of stroking, he sighed. “I don’t think it’s going to be useable any time soon,” he told her. He was still only halfway hard.

“Did we kill it?” Rose asked.

“Oh, no,” he assured her with a laugh. “He’s just feeling his age. We’re lucky we got what we did out of him.”

Rose let go of his penis and ran her hand up to his hip and then onto his chest. She moved up the bed, and then nestled into him, her tongue flicking out against one of his nipples before she settled into the crook of his arm.

“Don’t know how I’m ever going to get any work done from now on,” Rose said. “This is pretty much going to be all I want to do.”

“It’s called multi-tasking,” John said. “I do it all the time. Only now I’ll have something to compare the fantasy to. And Rose, the reality is even more fantastic.”

“You mean you’ve been thinking of sex at work?”

“Pretty much. Since the day I met you,” he told her. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get things done. Though it might be harder now when we’re in the same room.”

Rose giggled at his pun. She ran her hand over his pectorals and then across his flat belly. “I like touching you,” she said.

“I like you touching me,” he told her.

Her hand slipped down over his penis and then down his legs and back up again, before settling once more on his groin. She kept her hand there, just holding him. Her mouth watered with the desire to suck him off again, and her sex twinged with the need to be filled by him. This was what came of not having sex for several years and then having quite a bit of it in a few hours’ time, she supposed. Or maybe it was just John making her randier than she could ever remember being.

“I wish we could hide away from the rest of the world and just make love, night and day.”

“We can,” said John. “It’s called a honeymoon. It comes after the wedding.”

“I don’t want to wait that long.”

“Who says it has to be long?” he asked. “We can get married whenever you want,” he said.

Rose smiled at the thought of just running off with him to Gretna Green and eloping over the anvil. Then she thought of her mother. “Mum would have a cat.”

“She’s going to anyway when she finds out we’re engaged.”

“We have to finish this case, anyway. And find Tosh. I want Tosh at our wedding,” Rose said.

“As do I.”

“And we need a couple months to plan. I have to find a dress and have it altered and we’ll need to find a venue that isn’t booked solid for the reception,” Rose said.

“I suppose. But then, honeymoon.”

“Yes.”

She sighed and turned onto her back, her hand releasing him. She yawned mightily. “I think I need some sleep,” she said.

“Then get some. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rose smiled and said, “Kiss me.”

He gave her a sweet, soft kiss and then she rolled on her side with her back to him. He pulled the blankets over them and spooned up against her, his lower arm going under her pillow and along her arm to grasp the back of her hand with his palm and his upper arm going around her to hold her close, his hand resting on her breast.

She sighed in contentment and for the first time since she had come to this universe, the sorrow that had edged her mind, heart, and soul, was gone.

Ch. 35:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/602856.html

Comments

[anirishrose.livejournal.com]

Omg I Hope you finish this! This story is amazing

[gioiamia.livejournal.com]

Love this! Should you ever have the opportunity to return to this story, I will be here with bells on. Till then, thank you so much for your hard work!