The next morning, John is awakened by something pressing him more heavily into a soft mattress that doesn't feel like his own and then retreating completely. He opens a bleary eye, reaching a hand out for the warm figure he's been pressed against all night only to find himself alone. Ah, Rose must have climbed over him for the loo. Glancing at the clock beside her bed which reads 9:00, he stretches out some stiff muscles, moaning as the action creates some unexpected pressure on a decidedly stiff part of him that is very anxious for Rose's soft form to return.

She emerges from the loo in her dressing gown and gives him a gentle smile before disappearing out the door toward the kitchen to start clinking around and making tea, he supposes. Rising, he makes the trip to the loo, taking a moment to calm down before striding out to meet her, not bothering to put back on the jumper or jeans he took off to sleep last night. It feels very intimate, in a way even more intimate than sharing a bed, to sit together in their jimjams in the kitchen, sipping tea in quiet camaraderie.

"How're you feeling this morning?" he asks once they've finished their tea and toast, slipping both his plate and hers into the sink, desperate to impress her with his practically non-existent domestic skills.

"Good, actually," Rose answers, stretching in a way that makes arousal jolt low in his stomach. "I'm a bit sore, but it's the good kind of sore. The kind you get after a really fantastic workout," she continues, prowling a bit closer to him.

He leans forward, placing on hand on either side of her head, pressing her against the fridge. Apparently they're jumping right into this. "So, what'dyou think, Tyler? Ready for another marathon?" he growls, swallowing his nerves and focusing on the warm feeling spreading through his body, making his cock instantly respond to the dark look she's giving him.

To his surprise (and great chagrin) she laughs. That was not the response he had been going for.

Seeing his hurt expression as he begins to pull away, Rose's arms immediately go around his neck, pulling him back to her. "No, no! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," she says, hazel eyes looking up into his honestly, thumbs stroking through the soft hair at his neck line.

"Then why did you laugh?" he ask, more vulnerable than he wishes. It has, as he told her, been a long while and his last few experiences weren't exactly stellar.

"You're a bloody romantic, s'all," Rose says, smiling at him gently. "Thinking it's going to be a marathon. We've had four months of waiting and nearly a whole month of foreplay. I'm pretty sure this first time is going to be a hard," she presses her hips forward and he gasps into her mouth. "fast," one of her legs comes up to pull him even closer, resulting in a strangled moan from one or both of them, "sprint to a really fucking great finish," she ends, nipping his collarbone.

"Rose," John groans, as her teeth scrape his skin, his hips slamming against hers, desperate for friction. He pulls her into a hot, open-mouthed, wet kiss, tongues dueling for dominance as he grinds her against the cool metal of her fridge. "Four months?" he finally manages to gasp in a break between kisses. He has to know...because four months would mean…

"Yeah, four months since I met you," Rose answers, trailing her lips from his mouth back to his ear and biting down on the lobe. "Four months since the first time I touched myself and thought you, that hot, blue-eyed stranger with the gorgeous arse from the gym."

"Fuck, Rose," he exclaims, hands moving around to help her wrap her legs around him, and oh, wow, that feels good. She's right, of course she's right, this is going to be hot and fast and hard and if she keeps saying things like that, she's going to make him come with just her words and her fucking brilliant thigh muscles.

He carries her through her flat as if she weighs nothing and she keeps whispering in his ear, low and dark. "I watched you, you know. You're so graceful when you run. Knew you'd have a good rhythm. And your hands. They're so big, John. I knew you'd be big. Wanted to feel you inside me. I've spent a lot of time at the gym ogling your trousers when I should have been working out."

He groans again as one of her hot little hands works its way between their bodies to caress him through his thin pants, nearly causing him to drop her. Where is her bloody bedroom? He was just there earlier today.

Finally he finds it and he dumps her onto the bed, tousled from his hands and watching him with huge eyes, pupils dilated. He's never seen anything so gorgeous in his life. They just stare at each other a moment, etching this into their memories. Because, yes, it's going to be fast and it's going to be hard, but it's the first time, the first time of many, they know.

Rose discards her dressing gown and drifts further up on the bed, hands toying with the waistband her of her small sleep shorts, eyes locked on him. "What about you, John? Did you think about me?" she asks and his breath hitches as her fingers drift below the elastic for a moment.

"Yes," he gasps, hands moving to peel off his undershirt. "That first night. In the shower. I came so hard I thought I'd seen stars, yelling your name." Rose closes her eyes in pleasure and he takes the moment to peel off his pants, climbing onto the bed with her. "And so many nights since then. You make me so hard, Rose."

"You're so beautiful," he says, fingers tracing up her legs to pull her shorts and knickers off.

"Considering the colour of my top should be illegal?" she teases and he smiles up at her, glad they can laugh even here.

"Absolutely," he says, leaving one hand to trace over her hip as the other moves up to her hemline. "Definitely illegal. Has to go."

She helps him pull it off and he's momentarily speechless, so overwhelmed by the sight of her naked and wanton underneath him. He's jolted out of the moment by her hand on his cock, almost surprising him to embarrassment. "Protection?" he gasps, pulling her hand away and putting his head on her shoulder to gasp for air.

"Drawer beside the bed," she answers.

He fumbles for the drawer, holding his body away from hers, however hard it is, and finds an unopened box of large condoms there. Something in him is very pleased that they are unopened, even if it takes an extra moment to rip the package open. "Bought them two days ago," she grins, cheekily. "Had to wait until I knew if my suspicions about what size to get were accurate."

"Knew you seduced me for a reason," he answers, rolling the condom on and taking a deep breath against the wave of pleasure he gets from his own hand.

"Rose, like I said before, it's been a while and -" he begins, holding himself over her and not allowing their bodies to mingle quite yet. He doesn't want to disappoint her.

Her eyes are kind and understanding as she shushes him with a hand over his mouth and one on his hip. "S'you and me," she answers. "We'll figure it out, yeah?"

"Yeah," he answers, letting his hips finally drop against hers and pulling her in for another kiss that quickly turns from sweet to gasping, her slick heat coating him as he ruts against her.

"Now," she pleads and he obliges, reaching down to guide himself into her searing heat. "Please now."

"Oh, fuck, fuck, Rose, fuck," he moans, trying not to slam into her. She is so tight around him, he doesn't want to hurt her but she feels glorious. She's repeating a string of filth back at him and soon, but not soon enough, fuck that felt like a long wait, her hips are moving up against his, a silent plea for more.

They are all slick skin and murmered oaths, exchanging thrusts and kisses and bites as they fight for completion. His hand moves to the headboard behind her for more leverage and he feels hers move to where they are joined, groaning at the feel of her fingers against him. "C'mon, Rose, c'mon, soon, please, soon," he begs. "I'm close, so close. Come, love, come!"

She explodes underneath him with a scream and he immediately follows, hilting into her as hard as he can and feeling every muscle in his body tense and then collapse into bliss. After a moment, he shifts off of her, conscious of his weight and of the condom on his softening arousal. He wonders if it was him calling her his love that sent her over the edge. He wouldn't mind at all if it was.

"Told you," Rose mumbles beside him, her face hidden momentarily under her arm. He lifts her arm and presses a kiss to her wrist, exchanging a dopey smile with her.

"So you did," he laughs, leaning down to kiss her before rolling out of bed to pad to the loo for a moment. When he walks back in, Rose is sitting up in bed, the sheet over her lower half, watching his lithe, naked figure prowl back to her with appreciation.

"Dr. Noble," Rose says, leaning over him as he lays back down beside her, tracing circular patterns over his naked chest.

"Hmm?" he answers, lazily, feeling sleepy and more than a little sore now.

"I believe someone promised me a marathon," she says, slyly, tongue in her teeth, shifting until she is straddling his hip, her blonde hair falling in a curtain down around his face, her fingers finding his own above the sheets. He surprises her by flipping her over onto her back and kissing his way down her body, pausing above her hip.

"For luck," he says with a wide grin.

Sod sleeping. He's got a new race to run, hand in hand with Rose Tyler.