neverwouldiever | A rose is a rose is a rose...

[His eyes fall close at her touch, the breath he lets out noticeably shaky. Sensitive. This body, definitely very sensitive. It doesn't surprise him, but he's never been made quite that aware of it.

The Doctor is smiling when he looks at her again, his hand travelling down from her breast, over her stomach and lower still. It's been a while and even if it hadn't been, he's not sure, he can't be sure, whether this isn't the wrong thing to do. However, right now he doesn't give a damn.]

So what is it you wanted?

Oh, you know. Just a chat over a cuppa. [ her face lights up into a smile, cheeks glowing with flush that has little to do with the aftereffects of a few pints, and a lot more to do with how knowing his hand glides down her bare skin. Rose shakes her head against the blanket of golden hair beneath her, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. It feels like a loaded question but it has the simplest of answers, in reality. ]

I have what I wanted right here, don't I? [ A rhetorical question, answered in part by lifting one of her legs high up around his waist, drawing him further into the circle of her thighs and certainly not meant as any gesture of innocence. She's pleased to see just how affected the Doctor is by all of this, still maintaining most of his usual composure, but she knows him well enough to see him fray at the edges, and she sudden realizes how much she wants to see that — to see him come apart just for her. ]

[It's the little things, really, like his eyes widening for just a moment and his lips pressed together as he shifts. His eyes are on hers as his hand finally settles between her legs, just gentle pressure for the moment, nothing more. There's the slightest quiver in the arm he uses to hold himself up and it's not lack of strength, it's not as if he's all that heavy or out of form.]

You're sure?

[ her palm lifts to sweep tenderly down the side of his face, holding his jaw in her hand as though he's something precious; and to Rose Tyler, there's nothing better in all the universe than the man right above her. She likes to think she's a bit more qualified to make judgment calls like that now as well, and she gives him a reassuring nod, unafraid. Wanting, more than anything. ]

Completely. [ She hopes any more of his lingering doubt is mollified by how sincerely she gazes up at him, and if he needs any more reassurance, she gives it when she leans up on one elbow to kiss him again, harder this time, insistent and passionate and open mouthed, heavy between them. ]

[That is without a doubt very convincing and if his enthusiasm in returning the kiss is anything to go by. There is also his hand between her legs, apparently not quite as clueless about what it was doing as one might assume.

At the moment he doesn't really think much further, kissing her, being close to her and touching her, knowing it was what both of them wanted... No need to analyze it beyond that. No need to plan ahead, either. He loves the moment.]

A rose is a rose is a rose...

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