#$rose

It had been merely an hour after defeating the Daleks, and yet Rose and the Doctor were off adventuring again. In some rational part of her brain, Rose knew that now should be a time of slowness, a time of mourning, but instead both she and the Doctor were moving in a whirl of energy, each movement quick and frenzied as they piloted the TARDIS, changing destination every minute or so as some exciting new locale crossed their minds. Rose was still buzzing from her stint as the Bad Wolf. The entity was gone now, but just the mere memory of the power that had flowed through her made her heart jump and adrenaline rush. She felt overflowing with potential and couldn’t hold still, fingers flying across the TARDIS’s control panel with a confidence she had never felt before. The Doctor worked beside her with equal energy, riding off a high from his recent regeneration. 

Rose shot a sideways glance at the Doctor as she thought back to the regeneration. She’d always thought losing the Doctor would be a sad experience, but instead her memories made her head spin as she recalled the soft feeling of the Doctor’s lips against hers. She knew he was just trying to transfer the Bad Wolf energy into himself, but after traveling with the Doctor for so long, she couldn’t fight the feeling that the action had meant something more. She hoped that the strange new man working beside her thought so, anyway.

The Doctor’s new regeneration made Rose feel weird. He was no longer the serious man with a secret smile she’d come to love, but instead a skinny young thing who bounced across the TARDIS with the broadest smile she’d ever seen. And now he wore suits! What a thought, the Doctor, a time-traveling space alien, in a pinstriped suit!

Not that it was a bad thing, the suit. Rose couldn’t help but bite her lip as she watched her new Doctor bound across the TARDIS in those pinstriped pants that fit him so well. She’s miss the old regeneration all right, but there was a certain energy between herself and this new Doctor that made Rose catch her breath. Like that hair, for instance, wildly spraying out from his head and practically begging for her to run her hands through it. And that neck, she could just cover in kisses and bury her head into his shoulder as those new long fingers played around her waist…

When the Doctor turned to look at her, brown eyes dancing with regeneration energy, Rose swore the Bad Wolf took her over again.  Little old Rose Tyler Who Worked In a Shop would never have grabbed a man by the lapels of his suit like she just did, or slam him into the wall with cheerful abandon, and Rose Tyler, Boring Shopgirl, would certainly never just put her hands on a man’s face and pull him in for a kiss, especially a kiss that started with tongue and ended with her hands knotted firmly in that glorious head of hair. This woman, who had now abandoned the Doctor’s moaning lips in favor of that smooth warm neck, must have been Bad Wolf Rose, Destroyer of Daleks Rose, the Rose who had traveled through time and space and Talked Back To Aliens Just Cause She Could. Because she had never felt such a burst of confidence towards the man who she had kissed just once.

Not that the Doctor minded, of course, letting out little yelps as Rose worked her way down his neck and to the chest she was now exposing as her hands fumbled around coat buttons.

“Wait, let me do that for you,” the Doctor managed to get out, but Rose had already left it for bigger and better things that did not have to be freed by buttons, but by a single zipper. The excitement of Rose wrapping her hand around his length is heightened when the Doctor finally figures out what to do with those long fingers of his, slipping under her panties and between her legs. Rose buried her head into the Doctor’s shoulder to try and hide the sound she made in response to that delightful thing he was doing with two of his fingers, and then began to move her hand rhythmically so that it was the Doctor’s turn to moan into her neck. They worked together like that, the Doctor and Rose in the TARDIS, grinding and sighing and kissing like the world was about to end, when finally, in a burst of frantic movement, they both let out entirely too loud cries that had been building up inside the two of them, honestly, since the first time the Doctor had grabbed Rose’s hand and told her to run.