Summary: Rose and a pregnant Doctor admit their feelings on the TARDIS floor.

Warning: This is a mpreg story. Don't like, don't read. The rating is for safety.

Loving You

Rose smiled as she entered the console room. The Doctor was asleep on the floor in his shirt and trousers, snoring softly. One hand loosely held the sonic screwdriver to his chest while the other hand rested on the round pregnant dome of his stomach. Quietly, Rose sat down on the command chair, watching the Doctor as he slept. He looked so peaceful. Though he would never admit it, this pregnancy was hard on him. Two months he'd been carrying that baby, roughly equivalent to seven months of a human pregnancy. Admiration sparkled in Rose's eyes. Her Doctor was so amazing.

Softly, she moved to lay beside him on the floor, head propped up on one hand. For a moment, she simply looked at him, basking in their closeness. Then, affectionately, she took her free hand and brushed his tousled coif of hair back from his forehead. Her gentle touch woke the Doctor who blinked at her. Rose smiled, still running her fingers through his hair. He smiled back, opening his mouth to speak, but Rose laid a finger on his lips. Slowly, with infinite tenderness, her hand brushed his cheek and trailed down his neck. The Doctor let his eyes drift shut again, reveling at the thrills running through his body at her touch. Rose's hand was on his chest now, lingering a moment where his hearts beat. Nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt and the Doctor sighed with pleasure as her fingers brushed his bare skin. Rose felt his hearts beating faster and her smile widened. One button after another parted with its buttonhole until no more were left. The double heartbeat quickened even more as Rose trailed her hand along the swollen curve of his belly.

"Rose," the Doctor whispered breathlessly. She turned her head to stare into his deep brown eyes, still running one finger in small circles on his stomach. There was an intense, passionate longing in those eyes, a passion the Doctor found mirrored in Rose's eyes. With a sudden moan of surrender, she pressed her lips to his. After an infinite second, she pulled back, breasts heaving. The Doctor grinned.

"Oh, Rose!" And then his lips were against hers. With passionate abandon, they let their bodies intertwine as their kisses deepened. Bare skin met bare skin as clothes were discarded. Thrills of pleasure made hearts beat faster and faster as one.

The Doctor suddenly pulled away with a gasp of surprise.

"What? What is it?" Rose asked breathlessly.

"It kicked." He gave a whispered, slightly hysterical huff of laughter, looking from his stomach to Rose. "It kicked." Rose laid her hand on the peak of the Doctor's round belly. After a minute, she felt a gentle thump and smiled. The Doctor smiled back and kissed his blonde angel once again.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Yeah, I know." Her smiled widened and, gently, she let her hand caress the firm, curved stomach almost touching her own. "And I love you right back." The baby kicked again. Almost unconsciously, the Doctor moved his hand to his stomach in response. His fingers brushed her own and then their lips were pressed together in a wordless expression of love.

The End

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