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"Rose." A warm hand tickled Rose under her jaw. She batted it away drowsily and nuzzled her face further into the pillow. "Rosie." It was Jack's voice, she realized. This was totally against the rules. Jack was not allowed in their bedroom.
"Get out of our room Jack." Rose grumbled, batting at his hand again. She lifted her head up and blinked around the dim room. "You aren't supposed to be here. You know the rules." She reached over to pat the Doctor's sleeping form, but her hand was blocked by cold leather.
"You aren't at home Rose." Her eyes found her friend perched next to her on the couch in full uniform. The couch was in her office at Torchwood.
"What are you doing here?" Rose groaned sitting up to squint at her watch. "Blimey, it's ten pm. I'm so late!" She scrambled to her feet, and the notebook she had been writing in fell to the floor.
"Yeah, you are." Jack laughed and scooped up her notebook. He tucked it into the briefcase he had taken from under her desk. "You were supposed to meet the Doctor at your parents house two hours ago to babysit your brother."
Rose groaned and slipped on the heels she had kicked off to recline and work on her Gallifreyan vocabulary homework the Doctor had encouraged her to do. "Why didn't he come look for me?"
"He didn't have Tony's booster seat for his car. He tried calling, but you didn't answer." Jack tossed her the cellphone he was holding and she pocketed it. "I was coming back in from a mission when he called control to ask if you were out in the field. So here I am!" He winked roguishly at her.
"He's gonna be livid." Rose groaned. She could already picture him pacing the living room of the mansion with worry
"Nah, I called him as soon as I saw you asleep." Jack handed her her briefcase and placed a palm to her forehead. "It's not like you to fall asleep at the office. You feeling okay Rosie?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. The mission yesterday must have worn me out." She brushed his hand away and rushed to the door. "Thanks for waking me up."
Jack followed her out to the lift, his face still scrunched with concern. "You sure. You look really exhausted Rose. Maybe I should drive you to your parents'."
Rose rolled her eyes. Sometimes her best friend could be just as worrisome as her husband. Husband, oh that word still gave her the chills, and it had been six months. "I'm fine, really. Thanks for worrying though." She pecked him on the cheek as she stepped out into the parking garage. She left Jack in her wake and hopped into her car.
She made it to her parents' mansion in record time and tiptoed into the entryway. "Doctor, I'm here." She called out, trying not to wake her sleeping brother.
There was a crash overhead and the Doctor came flying down the stairs. "Rose!" He gasped, pulling her in for a tight hug. "You had me worried." He pulled back enough to give her a rough kiss.
"Sorry, fell asleep at the office." She smiled sheepishly. Even after a year and a half together with this man, six months of it as his wife, she still felt a giddy happiness at his affections.
"You never fall asleep at the office." The Doctor's brown eyes narrowed even more in worry. "Are you feeling sick?" He pressed his lips to her forehead. "No fever."
"I'm not sick." She laughed, smacking his chest playfully. "Where's Tony?"
The Doctor released her and pointed up the stairs. "Asleep. Come on, I saved you some dinner." He led her by the hand to the kitchen.
"I can't believe mum left you alone with him." Rose chuckled again. "Especially after the incident with the pedal car last week."
"I told her you were on your way." The Doctor gave a sheepish grin. "I thought you were, so it wasn't technically a lie." He pulled the oven open and handed her a still warm plate of spaghetti. "Here we are my lady." His bowed with an exaggerated flourish and slid the plate onto the counter.
Rose's stomach gave a ravenous growl, and she scooped it right back up so she could eat. She couldn't help but inwardly snicker as the Doctor set to work loading the dishwasher. If his leather clad self could see him now, being so domestic, the world might explode.
"What's so funny?" Her husband asked, looking up as he deposited forks into the holder.
"Sometimes, it's just so weird seeing you do things like this." Rose explained before taking a bite. "But it's sorta sexy."
"Loading a dishwasher is sexy?" He raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head. "You sure that piece of rebar didn't hit you when we were trying to keep that ship from crashing yesterday?"
"I'm sure." Rose rolled her eyes at him. It was so hard to remember that he was still Time Lord upstairs, when his body and touch were so completely human. "The whole taking care of Tony, doing the dishes, worrying about me being late from work is so domestic, but it's downright sexy." Rose finished her plate and rinsed it off before handing it to him. He was shaking with laughter. "Oi, don't laugh!"
The Doctor closed the dishwasher and pressed a button. "I'm not laughing at you." He smirked pressing her against the cold counter. "I'm laughing at myself. Me, the Doctor, married to the love of my lives, doing all the domestic things I never ever wanted to do. My ninth body would have a fit." He began trailing kisses down her neck, his hands gripping her hips.
"That's what I was thinking." Rose groaned tilting her head to the side to grant him access. "But it's still sexy."
The Doctor gave a throaty growl and began working his hand up the front of her blouse. "Oh is it?" His teeth pulled at the skin above her collarbone.
"Doctor." Rose sighed trying not to fumble for his belt buckle. "We're in my parents' kitchen."
"So, they won't be home for another hour." He chuckled, rubbing a thumb over her nipple through her thin bra. "And Tony is out like the dead." He lifted his head to kiss her slowly on the lips, and Rose melted under his touch. He bit softly at her bottom lip as she unfastened his belt and fumbled with the button on his jeans.
The Doctor's warm hands trailed down her stomach and thighs to the hem of the pencil skirt she had worn to the office. He pulled it up slowly over her thighs, letting his nails graze gently along the skin. Arousal pooled low into her black lace knickers as she arched into his touch and began pulling down on his zipper.
"Bloody hell! In my kitchen? Really" Jackie's voice startled them apart. She was standing in the door way, covering her eyes with her purse.
Rose squeaked and shoved her skirt down as the Doctor fastened his pants and belt. "I'm sorry mum." Rose buried her face in the Doctor's shirt and tried not to laugh. "I told you." She groaned, jabbing him in the stomach.
"There's half a dozen bedrooms in this bloody house, and you choose to shag like a couple of teenagers in my kitchen?" Jackie spun around and threw her hands up as she stormed away.
Rose rolled her eyes and tugged on the blushing Doctor's hand. "Home, now, husband." She growled. "My car."
"Why your car?" The Doctor asked stumbling along behind her.
"Hi Dad!" Rose waved at Pete who was standing in the entryway undoing his tie. "Bye Dad!"
"Drive safe!" Pete laughed after them.
Rose tossed the Doctor her keys, grinning mischievously at him. He caught them in the air and stared longingly at his own TARDIS blue Jaguar. "Seriously, love, why your car?" He pouted as he slid into her driver's seat.
Rose closed her door and pushed the chest strap of her seatbelt behind her back as he pulled out of the driveway. Once on the highway, she leaned over and unfastened his belt buckle. "My car isn't a manual." She purred kissing his returning erection through the jean material.
"Well then." The Doctor gasped jerking his hips at the touch. "That's a damn good reason."
Rose unzipped his pants and took him fully into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the tip as he grew harder. She tightened her lips around him, taking his length as far as she could before pulling her head back to suck earnestly at the tip. She loved how eagerly he responded to her touch, even after all their times with him in this body. It made her feel sexier than any of the expensive lingerie she had been gifted with as a wedding present.
The Doctor gave a whine of frustration and satisfaction as she worked. She knew the frustration was at not being able to touch her. She took him deep again, humming against the warm hardness. The already growing arousal intensified into burning flame as he delivered a firm swat to her hip and squeezed the tense muscles through her skirt. "I can't concentrate on the road." He groaned. "Seriously, love, you need to stop."
Rose released him with a wet pop, then flicked the tip with her tongue. "You really want me to stop?"
"Not really." He gasped. "But our street has speed bumps, and we're almost home."
Rose righted herself, her hand still wrapped firmly around her prize. "I can finish you in the garage then." She purred nipping his ear between her teeth.
"Oh no." The Doctor chuckled. "I haven't been able to make love to you in three days. I'm taking you to bed."
"Not really in the mood to 'make love'." Rose gave him a squeeze as he pulled into their garage and closed the door behind her car. "You got me all riled up back in the kitchen."
"Jack's home." He groaned, tucking himself back into his pants before kissing her roughly, biting down on her lower lip and tugging it.
"He's a big boy." Rose chuckled undoing her seat belt and sliding out of her side. "He can put on some headphones."
She barely made it to the door before the Doctor grabbed her by the hips and tossed her over his shoulder. Rose squealed in delight as he opened the door into the dark hallway.
The Doctor smacked her on the rear this time. "Shhhhh we'll wake him up."
"That's not going to keep me quiet." Rose retorted kicking her feet as he carried her to the stairs.
"If I fall asleep at work, do I get a spanking too?" Jack's laugh came from the dining area, and Rose saw him grinning like an idiot over his wine glass as the Doctor started up the stairs.
"Only in your dreams, Jack." The Doctor retorted.
They made it to their bedroom, and he tossed her onto the bed. "All that needs to go." He smirked at her and began pulling off his own clothes.
Rose obeyed, kicking off her heels and stripping off her skirt, knickers, blouse and bra. She kneeled up on the scarlet blankets with a seductive grin. Before she could speak, he was on her. His lips pushed into hers like a rushing wall, and his tongue demanded immediate entrance. She knew what was coming when he kissed her like this, and she loved it. "Thought you wanted to make love." She teased, dragging her nails along his spine as she hooked a leg around his hips.
"Thought you wanted something a little more." He replied pulling away from her. Without warning, he flipped her over and grabbed her hips, pulling her lower body up and leaving her upper body pressed into the pillows. "Don't scream" He ordered softly, releasing on hip to position himself. "Don't need Jack banging down the door demanding to join in."
Rose wriggled her hips impatiently. She needed him desperately. She was hot and frustrated and he was right. It had been over three days. He delivered a stinging slap to her exposed bum and then slid in with one deep hard thrust.
She had to bite down onto the pillow to keep from crying out at the pleasurable intrusion. She twisted the sheets in her fingers, thrusting back to meet him. She loved when he was sweet and intimate, but sometimes she just needed him hard and passionately out of control. This was one of those times.
The Doctor was frantic in his thrusts, and he grabbed her ponytail in on hand pulling her head up. "Fuck, Rose, you always feel so perfect." He panted. She intentionally clenched around him, making him release her hair and grab her hip again.
The feeling of him pulling her back onto him as he thrust hard and deep was always mind blowing. He knew just how to make her tremble under his touch.
She bit back the urge to cry out in pleasure, and looked back to watch him. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly open as he groaned behind her. His eyes flickered open to see her staring snd he gave her a lascivious smirk. He sucked his thumb into his mouth and reached down around her hips to rub her clit.
Rose had to press her face into the pillow to muffle the ecstatic cry his touch forced out of her. It was nearly too much, but it was so them. Her thoughts grew fuzzy as she felt her orgasm begin to build. He must have felt it coming, because he changed the angle of his thrusts, working to hit that spot that would make her explode. "Come on, love." He gasped behind her. "Let me watch you."
Rose pressed back to meet his thrusts and the tension grew tighter. She felt her head begin to spin, and feeling extra naughty, she tossed her head back to scream his real name. The words rolled off her tongue like a desperate song, and stars exploded across her eyes.
The Doctor lost total control inside her, his thrusts growing unmeasured and desperate. That always drove him over the edge, and she knew it. He sang a string of litanies in response, and now she knew he was calling her his and only his, followed by his people's profession of love. He paused inside of her, his hips twitching as he found his own release.
Rose's strength gave way and she let her body sink, spent, into the blanket.
The Doctor pressed a warm lingering kiss to her back before collapsing breathlessly beside her. "I told you not to scream." He chuckled.
"So gag me next time." Rose grinned into the pillows as she reached over to find his hand. Their fingers laced together.
"Don't tempt me." He retorted, squeezing her hand. "You know I will."
"Husband." Rose murmured in Gallifreyan. It really was the only way to shut him up sometimes.
"Yes, wife?" The Doctor hummed, rolling over to drape his leg and arm over her. "I love the way that sounds." He whispered into her hair.
"Sleep now, talk in the morning." Rose advised. She was tired again, and they had a long day tomorrow. Their TARDIS was ready to have her console installed.
"Agreed." She felt him roll away to shut off the bedroom lights with the switch by the bed. Then he covered their bodies with the blanket. She was already halfway asleep again when he pulled her onto his chest and kissed her forehead.