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When; Sometime in the future
Rating;PG 13
Characters; Rose Tyler, The Tenth Doctor, The Second Doctor
Summary; Rose thinks she's waking up to a normal day.
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The blonde was sleeping blissfully in her bed. No tossing and turning this time. There was a grin to her face as she was caught up her in dream laughing and running through green grass before stopping at the edge of the cliff. She looked behind her and smiled.

"Come on slow poke!" she said and could only hear his laughter.

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He doesn't intend to, going just a little bit harder. She is asking after all, so naturally he'll oblige her.

She's close to breaking again moaning against his lips as she tries to match his movements.

He grits his teeth, knowing he'll break soon. He continues harder, running his hands along her body to maximize her sense of feeling. He wants her to really feel it.

Rose wants to feel every bit of him as her heart rate increases and she feels an intense tingling run down her spine. Before she knows it she's screaming something resembling his name as she reaches her climax.

He gasps something inaudible as he releases too. He felt that too, although he may not admit it.

Rose continues to catch her breath looking up at him with a dazed expression dazed on her face. She really can't put into words what that was like so she just starts to giggle.

Her giggling causes him to start laughing too. He decides not to say anything either and just continues laughing.

She reaches out to caress his cheek before her giggling turns into laughter.

He laughs, but finally manages to find some words.

"Ohhhhh, they'll wonder what's going on in here if they can hear us."

She smirks. "Who will? Don't tell me you're scared?"

"Naaaaaah. Just look at us though."

The shower's still going and they're on the floor. He gestures around to make his point.

And she just giggles for another moment. Not like she ever expected to be in such a position. "Point taken, but it's a honeymoon suite, yeah? I'm sure people have done a lot worse."

He nods, taking her point. He laughs again, holding her against him.

She buries her head against the crook of his shoulder and grins feeling completely content.

"I never thought we'd get this far," she confesses.

"Well, we did, didn't we?"

And his meta-crisis self can be damned, he thinks mischievously.

"Yeah, we did," she's just beaming now as she's stroking his hair back gently.

He looks at her, smiling then notes their position.

"Think you can get up?" he asks.

"I can try," she says knowing that she will more than likely need his help to balance herself. "We can give it a go. How about you?"

Getting off her, he manages to stand easily, and turns off the water. He offers her a hand to get up.

She reaches for his hand and pulls herself up. She can feel her legs get a little shaky as she leans into him. She looks up apologetically.

"See I did it."

"Sure did."

He smiles and heads her out of the shower. He grabs a few towels and starts helping her dry off.

She mouths a 'thank you' before taking one of the towels from him and clumsily attempts to dry him off.

Once dry, he wraps the towel around himself. He goes back into the bedroom and looks at all the discarded clothes.

"Did you remember to put the sign on the door?" he asks.

She follows him and looks at their clothes before slowly walking over to the bed. "Sign?" She looks around and sees a small sign laying on the nightstand. "Um...I'm sure it's alright. It is locked, yeah?"

"You answered the door last."

He goes to the door and sees it locked. He turns his attention back to the discarded clothes.

"So, what next?"