Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

Rose darted out of the bathroom and stopped short to find the Doctor already lying on the bed, on top
of the covers. He'd stripped down to his boxers and was lying on his side, one arm propping his head up,
the other braced on his hip so that his elbow stuck up in the air; he was grinning in what he probably
thought was an alluring manner, though it made him look slightly insane. Rose couldn't help herself: she
burst out laughing, almost doubled over from it. "Oh, thank you very much," the Doctor said, but his grin
didn't slip. "That's exactly what a man likes to hear from his lady friend when she sees him in his pants."
"You're impossible," she gasped, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to cross the
room to him, to push him flat, to press her lips against his. He opened his mouth to her and wrapped his
hands around her hips, and if he didn't care she was wearing granny panties and a mismatched bra she
wasn't going to comment on the fact that his boxers had little yellow duckies on them.
His hands went higher, past the ticklish spot on her ribs, and then he was feeling her up through her bra,
scratching gently at her nipples and tracing the edge of the band. "Can I?"
Rose tightened her grip on his shoulders, feeling the bones and tendons straining underneath. "Jesus
Christ, Doctor do you really have to ask?"
"Some of us," he said, fumbling with the clasp, "have manners, Miss Tyler."
"Oh, sod manners," Rose sighed, and squeaked as he suddenly rolled them over so that he was above
her, gently lifting her bra away. "I want this too much to be polite about it." She raised her arms to get
the bra off and then wrapped them around his shoulders again, pulling him down so she could feel all of
him, every inch of skin not covered by the crisp new cotton of his pants, and under those the hard
length of him nudging at her leg. I did that, she thought, he wants me, and she kissed him hard,
matching his own movements and arching up into his hands.
When she started to push down his boxers, he pulled back, just a bit. "Moving a bit fast, are we?" he
asked, though he didn't sound nervous, just surprised.
"We've had four years' worth of foreplay," she pointed out. "I don't think it can get any slower."
"Well, on some planets--" She slid a hand under his waistband and pinched his arse, just a bit. "Oh!
Right, shutting up now." He rolled onto his side to kick his pants down and gave an encouraging tug to
her panties. "Okay. Um. How do you want to do this?"
Rose started to say wait, let's get the condom first, and then froze, a horrible thought dawning her.
"No," she whispered.
"No?" he echoed, eyes going wide. "You don't want to do it?"
She checked the nearest bedside table, then lunged over him to check the other. "No, no, no," she
chanted, because it wasn't fair, not after she'd been waiting so long...she just hadn't planned on this...
"Fuck. Doctor, I'm sorry, I...I haven't got a condom."
"You don't have a condom," the Doctor said slowly, the flush draining out of his face.
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