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Chapter Three: Keep

Rose is asleep and it is driving the Doctor crazy. It’s been four hours and the urge to make love to her again is overwhelming. She has rolled into him in her sleep so that they are stomach to stomach, her soft, naked breasts pressed deliciously up against his chest, her legs tangled up with his. He wonders how she would feel about waking up mid-shag, actually contemplates hooking her leg up over his hip and slowly gliding into her. But if there’s one thing he knows about Rose Tyler with certainty, it’s this: Interfere with her sleep when it’s not an emergency and you’ll regret if for the rest of your lives.

Staying in bed with her is just making things worse, but he doesn’t want to leave her side, either. He’s not a man ruled by lust, even if he is a man often ruled by his passions. But this feeling, this overwhelming desire to be inside of Rose, is undoing him. He lets out a loud exhalation of air and is surprised when Rose’s eyes blink open and she looks at him. She is rumpled from sex and sleep and her eyes are heavy, but they widen when they recognize the look in his eyes, widen still further when he pushes his hips forward and she feels his erection.

“Doctor?” she whispers in disbelief. “Again?” He smiles at her lovingly and untangles his legs from hers. His fingers seek out her warmth, questing for the little bundle of nerves at the top of the folds. Rose gasps softly still half asleep, as his finger slides downwards, seeks out her entrance for moisture, then returns to her clitoris.

He leans forward to kiss her, lips brushing softly against hers before pushing gently against the seal of her lips, sucking softly at her bottom lip before she opens her mouth to him. He teases at her tongue, just barely touching the tip then slowly pulls at her until she’s moved into his mouth and they begin a languid dance of exploration.

Her hand slinks down to his manhood, encases it in a gentle grip, laughs against his mouth as he ripples and pushes into her fingers. His index finger continues to frisk about her clit and she arches into him as the sensations build. His finger skips back down to her center, presses itself inside her when it finds slickness and she can’t help the little moan that leaves her throat. He responds by pushing a second finger inside her, moving slowly against the wetness he finds, stretching her in preparation.

His mouth leaves hers and he plants little kisses along her jaw and down to her neck, his teeth scraping at the pulse point there. She jerks into him at that and he pulls back to see her eyes are heavy with passion. He returns his mouth to her neck, licks down to her shoulder and nips at her and again she shudders. Slowly he bites at her shoulder, only gently increasing the pressure, careful not to break her skin.

“I want you inside me,” she growls softly and then he’s pulling his fingers out of the way, hooking her leg up over his hip, and she’s helping to guide him to her opening. He sheathes himself inside her with gentle accuracy and she shivers and twitches her body closer to his. He eases himself back and forth with infinite patience, his tenderness a balm compared to their rougher, earlier sex.

Her eyes catch hold of his and she stares at him with wonder and desire and if he’s not mistaken, her gaze is heavy with love. The idea almost frightens him, would frighten him if he didn’t already know how much of his own hearts he has already given to this woman beside him.

The Doctor slithers his hand between them again and strokes at her little button, his other hand finding her breast and squeezing it gently before seeking out her nipple with his thumb. His lips fasten on her throat and he sucks hard, marking her. When he releases her he is smugly satisfied by the beautiful purpling of her skin where his teeth and lips have done their job.

Rose is pulling at his shoulder and he shifts their positions without withdrawing from her, rolling her onto her back so that he is above her. His hands go to either side of her shoulders and she pushes up hard against him with her hips. He pulses and ripples and sets up a steady pace within her, though she begs him to go faster. He wants to take his time, even if it means driving Rose to distraction.

Her hands caress his shoulders, slide down his arms with maddening slowness of her own, then back up again and down onto his chest. She brushes her thumbs across his nipples, smiles triumphantly when they immediately harden. Her fingers seek out the hard pectoral muscles and then she slides her hands into the patch of hair above his hearts, letting it slip through her fingers in ways the hair on his head cannot. He growls and she thrusts upwards sharply, but he won’t increase the speed of his gentle in, out, ripple, pulse.

Her hands slip over his abdomen and then around him as far as she can reach and then she scrapes her fingernails down the skin of his back unexpectedly and he involuntarily thrusts deep and hard. “Cheater,” he whispers to her and is rewarded with her brilliant smile. She does it again, this time from waist to shoulders, digs deeper, and laughs delightedly when it elicits the same reaction, a forceful jerk into her body.

Rose’s hands make their way down to his bum and she urges him to go faster again. “I want it to last,” he tells her softly. “I want it all…to last.” He’s talking about more than lovemaking now and he can tell by the expression on her face that she understands that.

“It will,” she tells him frantically, bucking against him impatiently. “Doctor, I--.” He interrupts her declaration with an odd, shivering pulse inside her that makes her gasp as it connects with every nerve-ending in her pelvis. She groans as it shakes through her and the Doctor’s moans join in with hers. She bursts into an orgasm from the sensation and feels her entire body clench in response. He is shaking when she is finished and it only takes him a few brief thrusts more before he is calling out “Fantastic!” and shuddering in release within her.

She giggles slightly and he looks at her. “Not sure I’ll be able to hear that word again without thinking of this,” she tells him at his questioning glance. “Every time you say fantastic…” She sighs, pulls him tight up against her when he tries to withdraw, and laces arms and legs about him.

“My weight. I’ll crush you,” he protests.

“I can take your weight for a little while,” she tells him. “I don’t want to let you go yet.” Eventually he softens and falls out of her and she loosens her arms and legs. He rolls them over so that she’s lying on top of them and strokes her hair.

“Never going to let you go, Rose,” he tells her and nuzzles the side of her neck, kissing the bruise he left earlier.

“Never going to have to,” she tells him. They kiss lightly and when they are finished she rolls off him, tucks herself into his side with one hand resting over his furthest heart and falls back into an exhausted sleep. There are two things he is sure of as he holds her. His life is never going to be the same because of her. And most importantly, he loves Rose Tyler.

As Rose showers the next morning, she finds herself missing the Doctor. It’s getting ridiculous how little time she wants to spend out of his sight. She stretches into the hot water, hissing a bit at the way her muscles protest, smiling at how she hurts in all the right places, a brilliant stretchy kind of hurt. Whatever has gotten into him, she really likes it. Even if it did interrupt her sleep, it was well worth it. She grins at the memory.

The Doctor had mentioned something as he left her to shower about setting coordinates for Kyoto, Japan, wanting to take her and Jack to the Anti-gravity Olympics in 5036. She’s pretty sure they’ll end up in Kyoto, or at least Japan, possibly mainland China; quite a bit less sure it’ll be in 5036. Far be it from her to criticize the designated driver, but he misses more than he hits most days. Still, wherever or whenever they end up, it’ll be another fantastic adventure in this amazingly wonderful and fantastic life they are building together.

She’s going to stay with him forever. The feeling settles on her and she knows it’s the right thing, the right choice. She is lucky to have found someone who completes her so thoroughly. The Doctor’s strengths and weaknesses fit into the holes left by her own, matching them up makes them a team that can conquer almost anything. And Jack manages to fill in the gaps of anything they manage to lack. Even if he does flirt entirely too much with her Doctor for her comfort level.

She dries off and gets dressed in black trousers, a white tank top and after a bit of a hunt for a clean hoodie that evades her, the red and black jacket she last wore on Satellite Five. Rose smiles as she remembers how the Doctor’s eyes had traced her figure in that outfit. She hopes she won’t regret not having a hood, because some of the anti-gravity games involved water and when the gravity was turned back on it could go anywhere and slosh over anyone.

The TARDIS lands with a softer than usual thump and she only has to grab at the wall to regain her balance. She makes her way to the control room and the Doctor looks up at her, his eyes lingering on the tightly fitted jacket. “You may want to go to the wardrobe room and find something more appropriate,” he tells her. “I hit Kyoto well enough, but it’s 1336 not 5036. You can’t go out there in that.”

“What about you?” she asks. “You can’t seriously go out there in leather and denim.” He sighs. “Come on, Doctor,” she says reaching out and lacing her hands through his. “Come to the wardrobe room and play dress up with me,” she says in a tone that causes his eyebrows to rise.

“Dress up? Or disrobe?” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes.

She grins cheekily and tells him, “Whatever you want, Doctor.”

Eight outfits and a quick shag later they join a pouting Jack in the console room. “About time, you two. And the first thing I’m doing is finding sex,” he says flatly. “You two are vicious on a guy’s libido.”

The Doctor nods. “Then we’ll meet you back at the TARDIS in about four hours and decide where to go from then?”

“Better make it six, Doctor,” says Jack on a growl. With a giggle on Rose’s part and a laugh from the Doctor, the trio steps out of the TARDIS and Jack darts off into the crowded marketplace. Rose laces her arm through the Doctor’s and they head out looking for whatever trouble they can find.

To Be Continued in Devastate: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/60825.html

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