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Chapter 25

Rose dutifully sat on the examination table in the medbay as the Doctor, poked, prodded, and scanned her with various alien instruments. He had decided as long as they were there to go ahead and get her baseline physical out of the way. She saw him hesitate slightly with a device that looked like a helmet. "That's going to check for telepathy, isn't it?"

"Yes." The Doctor placed it on her head and wished for the universe to give him this. He watched the various areas of her brain light up on the screen and then saw the small icon at the bottom turn green. His hearts skipped and then sped up as he stared at the small green icon. He didn't blink and didn't breathe until he noticed his respiratory bypass had kicked in. "You're telepathic," he whispered.

Excitement rose in his chest and he turned to Rose with a beaming smile, tugged the helmet from her head, and pulled her into a crushing embrace. "You're telepathic! Oh, Rose! You'd have to develop it, but it's there. We can have that bond now. Truly have it, not just the one-sided bond I thought it might be before. We can be joined in the ways my people used to be, before they decided love was an emotion they didn't need. Pompous old fools." Even while he insulted his species, the smile stayed firmly on his face.

With the Doctor standing in between her legs to hug her while she was still perched on the examination table, Rose felt the change as it happened. The Doctor pressed forward slightly and Rose gasped as she could feel his length hardening against her. "Rose, you're telepathic," he gasped into her ear. "I really need you right now."

Her fingers were already fumbling with his trousers. "Anytime you need me, you have me." She pushed his trousers and pants down, freeing his erection so she could wrap her hand around him.

The Doctor enjoyed her attentions for just a few seconds before quickly peeling her jeans and modern knickers off. He could tell from the pheromones she was dumping left and right that she was ready, so he wasted no time in sliding into her. He hooked both of her knees over his elbows so he could thrust deeper and faster into her.

Rose gasped and flailed as the new position threw her off balance. She managed to grab onto his shoulders and pulled until she had her arms looped around his neck. There had been times when John's control had snapped, but with the position and the absence of the Doctor's control now, it was unlike anything she had experienced before. "Oh, God," was flung from her mouth involuntarily. But the whimper that came from the Doctor and the harder thrust that accompanied it, made her reservations about talking during sex evaporate.

"Faster. Please." It was just a whisper, but with his superior hearing, the Doctor heard and obliged.

The Doctor knew he wouldn't last much longer. With Rose muttering 'please' and 'I love you' and 'Doctor' into his ear in breathy tones, it was a wonder he hadn't come yet. He shifted her slightly and when she moaned, he knew he was hitting her exactly where he wanted to. A few thrusts later, Rose clenched down hard, whimpering and the Doctor paused, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath. She pulled his head to hers for a kiss and her thumbs brushed against his temples. It was barely more than a passing glance, but the brief touch of her mind to his caused the Doctor to gasp and buck hard as his release claimed him. He couldn't help a few shallow, lazy thrusts that drew aftershocks from both of them. "I don't think you have any clue how crazy it makes me when you talk like that," the Doctor rumbled in her ear.

Rose shuddered and moaned softly as he continued lazily rocking into her. "I think I may have some idea."

"Then, you accidentally touched your mind to mine." The Doctor groaned at the memory. "God, Rose. You felt incredible." He drew her into a slow kiss, imitating the lazy rocking of his hips with slow sweeps of his tongue. When he pulled back and slipped from her, Rose slumped forward into him.

She clung to him, delighted and a little bewildered. "So, telepathic? I think I'm going to have more questions, now."

The Doctor laughed joyfully and quickly tucked himself away. As soon as Rose was dressed again, he swept her into a bridal carry, practically running to the library to answer all her questions.

The next day, Rose rummaged through the wardrobe room, looking for something suitable to wear for her Time Lord wedding with the Doctor. He was off in another part of the room looking for a tuxedo. He had complained about it at length, saying that nothing good happened to him in a tuxedo and that there really wasn't a dress code for Gallifreyan weddings, and if there had been, a tuxedo would not have been the garment of choice.

She had understood, but couldn't keep the disappointment from her face. "I just wanted to dress nice for both weddings." As soon as she had uttered the phrase, all the fight drained from the Doctor and he had set off in search of a proper tuxedo.

Now as she browsed the racks – trying to not get distracted by all the choices – while she searched for a wedding dress, the TARDIS seemed to nudge her in a certain direction. Lights flickered excitedly around two items that were hanging on a rack by themselves. Rose fingered the dark gold silky-feeling dress. It was plain, but the thick, soft material and the excitement of the TARDIS made something about the garment seem almost sacred. She looked at the crimson, velvet robe with gold swirls and embellishments hanging next to it and ran her hand over it. "You think I should wear these?"

The TARDIS lights came on brightly around the rack and she felt a strong mental prod from the ship. "I'll take that as a strong 'yes', shall I?" She giggled and began to change, hoping the TARDIS knew what she was doing.

She finished and blew a breath through her lips. The clothes were heavy, but she felt regal and beautiful in the fine silk and velvet covering her. She noticed the large stiff piece sitting on a table, that looked like it would go over her shoulders and up behind her head. She glanced at the ceiling. "Should I wear that, too?"

The answer from the ship was to darken all the lights around the piece and make a sound that sounded almost exactly like a raspberry.

Rose shook her head at the ship's behavior. "That's a 'no', then." She took another calming breath. She had a strong feeling she knew where these clothes came from and just hoped the Doctor didn't get angry with her for wearing them.

The Doctor finally found a bowtie and looped it around his neck, pausing when he heard Rose's footsteps echoing across the floor. He waited while she seemed to stop and gather her wits just around the corner, and then all his breath left him and his thoughts stopped as she stepped into view.

After a few seconds, some distant part of his mind registered that his eyes were burning and his cheeks were wet, but in his state of shock, surprise, and awe the Doctor couldn't piece together what those two sensations meant.

Rose fidgeted and her own eyes watered when she noticed the Doctor's tears. "The TARDIS told me to wear this. Please don't be angry. If you want me to take it off, just let me know," she whispered, worried she was hurting him by having the clothes on.

The Doctor stumbled forward and ran wide, watery eyes over her before reverently fingering the robes and then tugging her into a tight hug. "I can't tell you…," he panted raggedly into her neck, "…how many times I've wished I could see you in traditional Gallifreyan wedding robes since yesterday."

He stepped back and ran his hands down his face as he finally realized he was crying. "Where did you find these? I wasn't aware they were even on the TARDIS."

Rose gestured vaguely back in the direction she had come from. "They were on a rack by themselves and the lights kept flickering around them. I took that to mean I should wear them."

There was a gentle prod in his mind and he reluctantly turned from the vision before him to see what his ship was trying to tell him. On a rack to his left, a crimson, velvet robe identical to the one Rose was wearing, was hanging. And next to it, was a dark gold shirt and pants to be worn underneath, complete with a belt bearing the infinity symbol.

He let out a surprised sob and turned to Rose, making a shoo-ing motion with his hands. "My turn. Go wait in the console room."

The sound of footsteps and the swish of heavy fabric sounded from the corridor and Rose held her breath as the Doctor stepped into view. She brought her clasped hands up in front of her beaming smile. "You look beautiful." Something about him in that outfit made her desire swoop through her strongly.

The Doctor smiled shyly and offered her his arm. "Your first trip to another planet. Are you ready, love?"

"Always."

"You're about to knowingly marry an alien. Are you ready for that?"

Rose smiled brightly at him. "As long as that alien is you."

They stepped out onto a rocky planet, creatures flying overhead and Rose looked around her wide-eyed. "This is incredible."

The Doctor took her hand as he led her farther away from the TARDIS. "This planet remains uninhabited, apart from them," he pointed at the stingray-like creatures, "forever. This place could be just ours, our private place to come and remember today."

Rose took in the red landscape before her. It was bare of any vegetation she could see, but there was still a beauty to it. "I love it," she murmured.

The Doctor stepped forward to take her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Are you sure you want to marry me?"

Rose snapped her gaze from the rocky spires to the worried eyes of her husband. She freed her hands from his grasp and gently cupped his cheeks. "Of course, I am. My Doctor." She lifted up to touch her forehead to his and then kissed him softly.

With a grin the Doctor pulled a braided cord of crimson and gold from the inside of his robe and instructed her as they bound their hands together. "We have no witnesses, so we can skip the 'consent' portion."

He drew a breath and gazed at Rose, letting all his love and devotion shine through at her. He repeated the vows from their human wedding, since they so closely resembled the Gallifreyan vows and would mean more to his wife. "I love you with all that I am, all I have been, and all I ever shall be – with all my heart and soul – and now I offer my proof. This ring," he ran a finger over her wedding ring, "is the offering of my being, all my heart and soul, all I have and all I ever will have. It is yours, as I am yours – as I always have been yours and always will be yours. Forever."

Rose bit her wobbling, bottom lip and took a breath to steady herself as she repeated her vows back to him. As soon as the last syllable left her lips, the Doctor sealed his mouth to hers, pouring every ounce of his feelings for her into the kiss. Rose was aware of his gentle fingers untying their hands and then strong arms were pulling her closer and her hands were free to plunge into his hair.

She wasn't sure how long he kissed her, but when he pulled away she had to struggle to get air into her lungs and her vision was a bit hazy around the edges. Her perspective shifted as it had in the past and she didn't bother asking as he carried her into the TARDIS.

He set her on her feet and wrapped his arms around her. "Safely across the threshold, again."

Soft music started to play from the TARDIS and the Doctor adjusted his hold as he swept her around the console room. Rose set her head on his shoulder and sighed at the feeling of soft velvet under her cheek. "I love you."

The Doctor pressed his lips to her forehead. "I love you, too." He laughed softly after a few seconds. "There's the bonding still to do before we're completely married in the Time Lord fashion, but I don't want to let you out of these robes."

Rose giggled and lifted her head to kiss him. "Anytime you want to see me in these robes, all you have to do is ask. Now that you know the TARDIS has them."

The Doctor nodded. "True." He continued to sway her until the song ended and then took her hand. "Let's go, Rose Tyler."

Rose sat cross-legged in front of the Doctor on their bed. The day before had been a whirlwind of information and Rose was still trying to process it all. But there were three things she was sure of. First, they were still just as completely in love as they had been when he was human. Second, she was telepathic. And third, she wanted to bond with him and love him as deeply and unconditionally as possible. They had changed back into normal clothes and as they sat on the bed, she was thankful. She would have hated to put creases into the priceless Gallifreyan robes they had been wearing.

Now, she was waiting for the Doctor's instructions on forming their bond. "I'm going to place my fingertips on your temples. There will be a slight pressure and then I'll be in your mind with you. You'll need to do the same with me. Just put your fingertips on my temples and once I'm in your mind, you can enter mine. I'll probably have to sustain most of the bond at first, but as you get more practice it'll even out. We'll practice making barriers and letting each other in later."

Rose nodded and then sucked in a breath as there was a pressure and then relief and love came pouring over her. Warmth, contentment, and joy swept through her with a strong undercurrent of desire and she smiled. "Am I feeling you?"

The Doctor felt a tremulous smile tugging his lips. He was smiling widely earlier, so excited to have this bond with her. And now that he felt how much she truly loved him, he was brought to tears. "That's me," he answered. "I can feel you, too."

He took another few seconds to bask in her love and then turned back to the task at hand. 'I'm going to talk to you like this now. Can you hear me?'

'Yes,' came Rose's awed telepathic voice.

'I'm going to begin threading our minds together. Tell me if anything hurts. You should feel a slight tingling, but if it hurts, I need to stop.'

'Okay.'

As their bond drew closer and closer to completion, Rose could feel the Doctor's love for her growing. 'It's because as the bond is created, the emotions of each other become less muted.'

The Doctor let out a choked sob as his fingers shook on Rose's temples. 'Rose, how can you love me so much? After I told you all the horrible things I've done.'

'You were brave enough to save the universe, at such great cost to yourself. You did those horrible things to save creation. How could I not love such a selfless, remarkable man? I loved you long before I knew about those things. And now that I know what you've endured to make sure others live blissfully happy lives in ignorance of that nightmare, I love you even more.'

There was a bright light and then Rose felt like her mind was somehow more open, a little bigger. She dropped her hands when she felt the Doctor do the same and opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were damp and he was biting his lower lip. 'Can you still feel me?' came the hesitant question.

Rose smiled brightly through her own tears. 'Absolutely.'

Within seconds, they were a tangle of limbs. The Doctor was sprawled across Rose, kissing her languidly as he slowly rutted against her. Rose had her hands kneading and squeezing his bum as she encouraged his movements against her. They were still completely clothed as they rocked together.

Currently, the Doctor was filling Rose's mind with images of them making love in various rooms of the TARDIS, on various planets, and in various time periods. Some of the things they were doing, she had no clue what was happening, but from the tone of the Doctor's thoughts, she knew it was pleasurable. He had her so worked up she wasn't sure she would need to be unclothed to reach her peak. The physical sensations were amazing, but coupled with the telepathic feedback of their arousal and pleasure feeding off of each other, it was almost overwhelming.

The Doctor finally pulled back and grinned slyly at her, knowing what he had just done to her. However, his plan had backfired slightly. Teasing Rose's arousal higher had done the same to him now that they were bonded. Even though he was trying to appear as though he had the upper hand, he was practically trembling as he quickly wrestled her clothes off her.

Rose returned the favor, pushing and pulling at his layers. He quickly slid into her and began a punishing rhythm that caused their headboard to bang against the wall. It was only a few thrusts before both of them were falling over the edge, having gotten so close before shedding their clothes.

The Doctor rolled over so Rose was resting on his chest while staying joined with her. As they caught their breath, Rose sat up and looked at him in surprise as he lengthened and grew inside of her once more. The Doctor grinned smugly. "Two hearts means almost no recovery time."

Rose grinned impishly back at him. "That's brilliant." She rocked slowly on him while he continued to expand, thinking about how timid she had been in the beginning. But due to the comfort and love between the two of them, her reservations had been short-lived. And now that they had this bond, she could feel exactly how her movements made him feel, could tell what he wanted her to do, and knowing how much he enjoyed certain things, made her all the more willing to do them for him.

This time was much slower as Rose rocked above him. He enjoyed letting her take control for a few moments before pulling her down for a kiss. As he kissed her, he rolled over so he was back on top and used the hand still on her lower back to lift her hips.

This time wasn't really about completion for either of them. They wanted it and they knew they'd get there, but what was more important to them right now was just feeling the other one. Being joined in the ways that showed their love for each other.

As the Doctor pulled out and pushed back in, he caressed the bond and Rose shivered. She reciprocated – surprising the Doctor – and soon the slow build-up had been transformed into striving for the end. The Doctor touched another part of the bond and Rose shattered, clenching around him. The tight clenching pulled him with her and he pulsed his release deep into her, extending Rose's orgasm.

He maneuvered them so they were facing each other side by side, and still intimately connected. He leaned forward and whispered a chiming word into Rose's ear. She felt it flow through her, leaving a cool sensation all through her insides before it settled alongside her half of the bond, storing itself in her mind and her heart. She shivered at the sensation. "What was that?"

The Doctor gazed deep into her eyes. "My name. My real name. It is only known by myself and you. You can't tell anyone else what it is and you can only use it when we are completely alone, here in the TARDIS."

"It's beautiful. I love you," she whispered and then added his true name.

With a gasp, the Doctor kissed her deeply and slowly. Hearing his name rolling off her tongue was the most unbelievable sound he had ever heard. He pulled back and began to press his lips softly and lazily all over her face as she began to drift off to sleep. He chuckled at her attempts to keep up even as her movements faded into nothingness. He pulled out of her and she frowned at the loss. "You can't sleep with me there, love."

Her frown deepened into a pout. "Can, too," she mumbled drowsily and then finally gave into her exhaustion.

The Doctor couldn't really blame her. They had started everything right after breakfast with the hand-fasting, then the telepathic bond, which took several hours – though it hadn't felt like it – to complete. A heated snogging session that progressed into a shag and then making love all while bonded. No wonder the poor woman was tired. It was mentally and physically tiring and even the Doctor, a trained telepath with superior physiology, was a little tired. Though it was still early evening, he closed his eyes and joined Rose in a nap.

The Doctor watched the Rosette Nebula through the viewing screen in the ceiling of his and Rose's bedroom. As Rose slept on his chest, he carded his fingers through her hair and every now and then couldn't help himself as he cuddled her just the slightest bit closer. He was so lucky to have found someone, after nine hundred lonely years, who was his other half. It was going to devastate him when he inevitably lost her, but they had many happy years before coming to that bridge.

The TARDIS made a strange noise at him, almost a snort, and he rose a curious eyebrow at his time ship. 'What?'

She had been trying to get her Thief to the planet and time where the Family would be for ages, so that she could take him to 1913 to hide, so that he could meet her Wolf. He had been rather stubborn about it, too. She couldn't tell him in words, but she managed to send enough images and feelings to him that he understood. She had seen this timeline since he stole her and took off amongst the stars. The timing hadn't been right until after the Time War. That had to happen before he could meet Rose.

He hated to admit it, but the TARDIS was right. The Time Lords would never have recognized their marriage.

She had brought him to the one human who could share in his life fully. One who had untapped telepathic potential and the depth of love and bravery that would be needed to share in his lifestyle and match his lifespan.

The Doctor's eyes went round and huge at that. 'What's going to happen to her?'

The TARDIS went quiet. There were so many timelines she could see that resulted in her Wolf and Thief living a shared forever. But she wasn't sure which one would happen yet and it wasn't time for her Thief to know about it. He would need to live it himself. She sent him a soothing hum, apologizing for making him worry and assuring him that everything would work out for the best.

Rose and the Doctor adventured through time and space, learning more about each other and falling more in love with every day that passed. After the tortuous year with the Master, Jack decided to stay on Earth. It had been a fun three years, but it was time he found his own life to live.

They were reluctant to admit it, but they were a bit relieved Jack left. Watching the Doctor's oldest friend turned psychopath die, after being imprisoned by him for months, they needed some time to themselves.

They dealt with Gallifrey almost breaking through the time lock it was in and then had to figure out the repercussions of Rose's time as Bad Wolf, a title she had earned during that adventure.

They had always been an amorous couple, but the Doctor apparently had his sex drive set extremely high since he was constantly dragging Rose into empty cupboards, landing on uninhabited planets, or stumbling across rooms in the TARDIS – always with a 'hey, since we're here...' – where he apparently had fantasies of shagging Rose. And Rose was just fine with that.

They had millennia ahead of them now, thousands of years filled with love, children, and adventure. They would endure regeneration and the pain of adventures gone awry and lives lost. But they would always have each other and they would always love each other more than they thought possible the day before. They would often visit the little cottage in Farringham, reminiscing about how they met and fell in love, looking back on the beginning of their relationship and the innocence of it with fondness.

The TARDIS patted herself on the metaphorical back for a job well done. Her Thief and her Wolf needed each other and she had pulled the timelines and changed her Thief's coordinates many times to make it work. As she looked into the future now, she saw so much light and happiness that she couldn't help the giddy lilt to her natural hum. The three of them would always be together – well, until the babies started arriving – and then they would all be one huge, happy family. And the TARDIS couldn't be more proud of herself for making it possible.

NOTES: I'll admit, I'm sad to see this come to an end, but I have other projects I've been dying to get to. Of the 17 story ideas I have sitting in a file, 11 of them are partially written, so I guess we'll see what gets finished first with my completely sporadic writing style. And seriously, the world needs more Ten in Gallifreyan robes. The image in my head is gorgeous!