Chapter 18

Back in his bedroom, Rose watched him as he slid his tie out from under his collar, wrapping it around his hand, his shirt still unbuttoned. His movements were measured, stiff even. He was thinking, she knew he was, his brain going a mile a minute. She could hear the static meaning he hadn't withdrawn from her entirely. "Doctor?"

His gaze snapped from his tie to her, eyes dark, jaw set and he stepped towards her. He reached out with one hand and clasped the back of her head, drawing to him. "You left," he breathed against her lips.

Rose nodded mutely, her eyes sparkling.

"I don't function properly when you're not here. I go wrong."

"I know," she whispered.

"Do you? Do you know I can feel Valeyard in my head? That I scare people more than I help them? That the dark Doctor takes control? Do you remember him, Rose?"

A burn set low in Rose's stomach. They'd nicknamed him the Dark Doctor during the time they were possessed.

"Remember how he took you, making others watch?" He rested his lips against her ear. "How he fucked you all over the TARDIS."

Rose moaned at his words, pressing herself against him. "You fucked me," she told him. "He's a different side of you. But he's always you.." She ran a hand under his shirt and up his chest, resting it over one of his hearts.

"Does that scare you?"

"Not at the moment," she breathed.

"It should," he growled.

"Probably."

The Doctor pulled back to look at her. "You're not going to leave again are you?"

"No," she whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, trying to create some friction.

His free arm finally moved from his side. He reached up to cup her cheek, his face softening slightly. "Not ever."

"Never, I promise," she vowed.

Finally he kissed her. Rose whimpered as he devoured her, clinging to him for dear life. The intensity of his feelings for her flew from his mind to hers, exploding colours behind her eyes. Tears of relief gathered and fell.

The Doctor felt moisture on his thumb and pulled back. "Rose?" His voice was just a rasp. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered over and over, embracing her, tucking her head under his chin. "I didn't mean to sound so….I'm still trying to…"

She shook her head. "No. I'm okay. I've just missed you so much and I began to think that I'd lost you forever. That we'd never be here again."

"I thought maybe I'd scared you away."

She pulled back and looked up at him through her lashes, pressing her thigh between his. "Do I look scared to you?"

He took a sharp intake of breath, his eyes drifting closed as she rubbed against him. A moan rumbled from him as he looked at her again, threading his fingers through her hair before kissing her again.

Within seconds they were both frantic, Rose shoved his shirt of his shoulders, as the Doctor whipped her hoodie off. She hadn't bothered with a shirt underneath and he raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Which ever way this went, I didn't think it'd be an issue," she panted, grabbing at his waistband.

The Doctor stripped her of her bra and pushed her onto the bed. He stood gazing at her for a moment, memorising every flush and line of her, before crawling over her and suckling on her neck.

"We haven't closed the door," she gasped, as his lips travelled down towards her nipple.

"Don't care," he growled.

"But Jack might seeee," her words died in her throat as he nibbled.

"Already has," he reminded her.

Any response Rose was about to make died as his clever fingers slipped into her jeans. She reached into his trousers and gripped him tightly. "I never got the chance to pay you back for the stairwell," she purred.

He could only groan in response. His hand left her, grabbing at her trousers and practically tearing them from her body, before shucking his own from his hips. He still had his trainers on so they pooled around his shins, but right now all he could think about was reclaiming her. He needed her to ground him. He needed her to help lock away the dark side of him that was still creeping in around the edges, to light up the shadows like she always did.

Rose, it seemed, had the same thought. She watched him wrestle with the remainder of his clothes and made her decision. She began touching herself in full view of him, sighing as the pressure inside her intensified. Eyes fixed on him knew when he registered what she was doing, saw his Adam's apple bob. As he came back down to meet her, she pushed him so he rolled onto his back and straddled him. "My turn," she told him, continuing her ministrations, chasing her own orgasm, as she wrapped her hand around him again.

His hooded gaze fluttered between her fingers and her face, she looked gorgeous. Every time he tried to help her, she flicked his fingers away.

"My turn," she repeated, her voice breathy.

His hips began to buck against her. "Rose," he warned, grabbing her hand from him. He lifted her hips and pulled her over him, her heat radiated from above.

Her free hand took hold of him again and positioned him at her entrance so she could sink down. She smiled at his hiss as his eyes screwed shut and started rotating her hips. She knew it wouldn't be long for either of them. She could feel his arousal in her head, mirroring her own and it intensified things for both of them.

"Rose. I can't… I need…." As much as it pained him, he lifted her from him and flipped them so she was on her back again, before plunging back in side her with such ferocity they both cried out. Never missing a beat his hips pistoned hard and fast.

Rose lifted her knees, changing the angle so that his pelvis rubbed against her centre. Within moments it was all over; her walls tensed around him, squeezing him to his own climax.

"Sorry," he panted in her ear, before rolling off her. "Not my finest display."

"Hey, we both got there. Besides, having the door open kinda speeded things up for me." She rolled to look at him. "You ok?"

"Mmhmm, come here." He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to him.

"Doctor, you still have your trousers round your ankles," she giggled.

"Damn," he sighed. Dragging himself upright, he reached for his shoes and threw them off, not caring where they landed, followed by his trousers.

Rose grabbed the duvet and covered them as she snuggled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Rose Tyler," the Doctor whispered, his voice groggy.

"I love you too." She pressed a kiss to his chest, enjoying the sound of his heartbeats as they lulled her to sleep.

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Jack peered into the darkness before he reached for the handle and silently pulled the Doctor's bedroom door closed, a small smile touching his lips. He hadn't meant to hear them, he'd been headed to his own room, but he was almost glad he had; It was going to take time to get the Doctor's mind right, he knew that. There were probably going to be outbursts and dark moods but he wasn't holding back from Rose and that was good, it meant they could fix him.

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A/n; That's your lot folks. If anyone's out there let me know what you thought xx