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She's almost writhing in his hands immediately as the cold rag goes to her centre. God, they were both incredibly insatiable. He needed more and more from all the time they missed. All the time they could've done this and more. "Rose," he nearly groans out, dropping the cold rag. "It's okay love," he murmured, kissing her thigh gently. "I'll make it go away," he leaned in, dragging the tip of his tongue across her clit. He sucks and licks gently, pushing at her entrance and his nose nudging her clit. Her taste is mind losing and he's grunting and then his fingers go up and he rubs at her clit gently as his tongue licks the juices at her opening.

His fingers go to her entrance, pushing into her easily, curling them. "Rose," he murmured. "Come for me. I need you to come for me. I want to hear you get loud. I want to hear you scream." He then focuses his attentions to her clit, sucking and licking and pumping her fingers in and out of her.

When she comes he replaces his fingers with his mouth and licks her clean, keeps going after she's coming and he licks her clean until she was trembling and yanking at his hair. He stops then and kisses her thigh and lays next to her and kisses the top of her head. "Mm, I love you so much," he murmurs, "I missed you so much. I'm glad you're back with me Rose. I was so lonely without you. Missed you playing with my hair after we shag, miss how you wake me up, I missed so much." He's rambling now and his arms are wounded tight around her, his chest against hers

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Oh god, it had been the longest two weeks and feeling how good she felt now wrapped around him, he wondered how he lasted this long without her. Without the noises she makes as he pounds into her, she sounded gorgeous. How her face was scrunched up into pleasure as he shoves himself in and out of her. How her beautiful body flushed from head to toe, especial from this angle now as he watched a faint sheen of sweat glisten her back as he took her this way. It made him want to bend over her and suck at the back of her neck.

She's warning him then, that she was on the urge of coming and he was okay with that, because so was he. Instead, out of utter frantic need, he puts his hands to her stomach and lifts her up so she's kneeling now, her back pressed against his chest as he held her still in the kneeling position, his neck in her neck as he pounded into her and grunting behind her, getting louder and louder until he was crying out his ecstasy in stutters, still moving throughout his orgasm.

When they both finish, he collapses on the bed, his hair damp to his forehead and the aftermath was messy and this lovemaking session especially was very passionate and he shuddered just replaying it in his head.

"Good?" He asked as he always had the habit of, making sure he was satisfying her.

"That was.." He began, breathlessly, unable to finish his sentence. There were no English words to. He kissed her tenderly and cupped her cheek, swiping his thumb over her lower lip. "I missed you so much," he mumbles, another kiss before he realizes bruises on her hips from when he was fucking her from behind. "I hurt you," he said, sitting up and analyzing the bruises. "Rose, Im so sorry. I didnt mean to." He doesn't know why he gets so upset by this. "I'm sorry," he says again, standing up. "I didn't want to hurt you. Are you okay?"

He leaves then, getting a cold wet rag and placing it on the bruises just in case. He then moves on, moving the rag up and down her arms, kissing the bruises. He missed her too much. "I wanna go down on you," he says, something he never thought he'd say. The rag goes to her centre, stroking gently. "You want me to use my mouth on you?" He asks, thinking about her taste made him lightheaded over the two weeks. "Tell me, did you miss my mouth in between your legs?" The cold rag keeps rubbing at her. The Doctor bowed his head down to suck at her inner thigh.

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The pace is so slow and she's so good and wet and tight and he's breathing heavily in her ear. He shows how much he missed being inside of her when he eases his entire length deep into her. He shows her how much he missed talking when he murmurs in her ear how tight and wet she is. He shows her how he needs to touch every inch of her when his hand runs up her side and pinches and tugs her nipple.

He notices the rocking of her hips against his own a bit harder and she gasps in his ear to move faster. He stills himself, easing himself completely in her and just grinding his hips as she clenched around him. "I missed you so much," he says again, his mouth still at her ear as she tells him again to move faster. He puts his hand over her mouth, muffling her moans as he slides himself out of her slowly and back in inch by inch until she takes all of him.

Her fingers are rubbing at her clit and he whimpers as they accidentally brush over his length. He takes his hand off her mouth. "Say you love me," he murmurs, sinking in and out of her. "Please." His pace increases and it's at a steady rate now. "Tell me how good this feels. Tell me how much you love me inside of you."

He's getting closer than he thinks because suddenly he slides out of her and flips her over so she's on her hand and knees. He finds her clit again and rubs it as he jerks himself off for a moment and then he's easing himself into her gorgeous wetness again, much tighter from this angle and is pounding in and out of her with little mercy.

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He pouts at her words. "No," he says stubbornly, "it's not alright. And I'm sure all of Torchwood doesn't love us! I love you, more then all of them. So, I compromise we tell them the shower is cancelled and I could take off this dress of yours and we could really celebrate."

However, her touches are light and delicate and it soothes his nerves and soon he's leaning into her touch, kissing her cheek.

Then she turns around and he holds her hands, kissing her nose and then she's talking and telling him about her surprise. His eyes widened and his smile grows rapidly until he's wrapping her in his arms. "That's brilliant! That's such a clever idea! You're so clever. It doesn't even matter what gender it is I will love either completely because it's our baby Rose, you and I made it. Remember? We mad a baby, and now we're figuring out what gender it is."

He keeps rambling and he doesn't even realize when he leaves her embrace as is pacing and jumping around the room frantically. He finally stops and kisses her and laughs. "I love you," he says with a grin, not even hesitating the slightest.

The shower resumes then and the Doctor is fidgety the whole time. He's jumping and staring at the cake and mumbling to himself with the biggest grin. It's finally time for the cake and the Doctor walks over to it and grabs the knife, about to cut in the cake when he realizes something. He calls Rose over and puts both their hands on the knife. "Better with two," he murmurs in her ear. "Together." And then their cutting into the cake.

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"Oh right," he says at the mention of the baby shower. He groaned. He didn’t really care for the shower, Rose decided to have one. And he didn’t want to say no when she was already mood swingy and morning sicknessey. Besides, it’s the least he could do for her who’s actually holding a child inside of her. At the last heated kiss, he somewhat regrets agreeing to this party as he holds her there to snog her, trying to get her to lay back down when she slides out of bed. He groans again, watching her bare form walk (waddle away).

“You’re so sexy,” he says from the bed, eyes at her bum. She tells him to brush his hair and then closes the door. He sits there for a moment, naked in bed, before the knock jousts him. He gets up and tells Jackie he’s just getting changed and lets her in. He puts on his clothes for the shower before going back out. He forgot to brush his hair and when Jackie sees, her face reddens and she opens her mouth to say something. “Yes! We shagged! We do that often Jackie.”

“I don’t need to know that!” She screeched, hitting his chest. “Keep you and my daughters shagging unmentioned at this shower, and this is my house! You’re lucky we’re having the shower here. Don’t shag on my bed sheets!” she says while wagging a finger. He nods, tying his shoes. He helps Jackie set up, them arguing like they do about the sign and the chairs and anything else for another hour until he decides to check on Rose.

He knocks on the door, noticing Pete and Tony walking in and he waves. He hated this to be honest. He didn’t want this shower, he just wanted to be with Rose and their wee one in there. What’s even the point of a baby shower? Couldn’t they just celebrate the pregnancy on their own. People began arriving slowly, some people Ros head invited, some Jackie had. He knocks on the door, already feeling himself sinking into one of his moods where he’s stubborn and rude and ignorant. So human.

“Rose?” He says impatiently from the other side of the door. “People are starting to arrive. I’m just gonna sit at our table.” He opens the door. He comes up behind her and zips up her dress, he sighed, trying to calm down with a sad, angry look on his face. He tries nuzzling her neck to calm down. “You look beautiful,” he tries, him just wearing a cardigan with a tie, he looked nice. “I don’t like this baby shower,” he mumbles grumpily, intertwining their fingers.

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"Oh right," he says at the mention of the baby shower. He groaned. He didn't really care for the shower, Rose decided to have one. And he didn't want to say no when she was already mood swingy and morning sicknessey. Besides, it's the least he could do for her who's actually holding a child inside of her. At the last heated kiss, he somewhat regrets agreeing to this party as he holds her there to snog her, trying to get her to lay back down when she slides out of bed. He groans again, watching her bare form walk (waddle away).

"You're so sexy," he says from the bed, eyes at her bum. She tells him to brush his hair and then closes the door. He sits there for a moment, naked in bed, before the knock jousts him. He gets up and tells Jackie he's just getting changed and lets her in. He puts on his clothes for the shower before going back out. He forgot to brush his hair and when Jackie sees, her face reddens and she opens her mouth to say something. "Yes! We shagged! We do that often Jackie."

"I don't need to know that!" She screeched, hitting his chest. "Keep you and my daughters shagging unmentioned at this shower, and this is my house! You're lucky we're having the shower here. Don't shag on my bed sheets!" she says while wagging a finger. He nods, tying his shoes. He helps Jackie set up, them arguing like they do about the sign and the chairs and anything else for another hour until he decides to check on Rose.

He knocks on the door, noticing Pete and Tony walking in and he waves. He hated this to be honest. He didn't want this shower, he just wanted to be with Rose and their wee one in there. What's even the point of a baby shower? Couldn't they just celebrate the pregnancy on their own. People began arriving slowly, some people Ros head invited, some Jackie had. He knocks on the door, already feeling himself sinking into one of his moods where he's stubborn and rude and ignorant. So human.

"Rose?" He says impatiently from the other side of the door. "People are starting to arrive. I'm just gonna sit at our table." He opens the door. He comes up behind her and zips up her dress, he sighed, trying to calm down with a sad, angry look on his face. He tries nuzzling her neck to calm down. "You look beautiful," he tries, him just wearing a cardigan with a tie, he looked nice. "I don't like this baby shower," he mumbles grumpily, intertwining their fingers.

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Both of them find their release and he sighs, slipping away from her and laying down next to her. “Hello,” he murmurs, kissing her slowly and tenderly. “I love you more,” he teases, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He runs his hand over her abdomen, their baby growing there. “You’re going to be the best mother in the world,” he mumbles, kissing her. He pulls her closer, more and more kisses as he cups her face.

“Love you so much,” he says against her lips. He finds that he is not in any mood to get up and he just pulls more blankets on them, snuggling her.

“Rose,” he says, already sounding like a child on the verge to beg for something, “Roooooseee,” he pokes her cheek. “Can we stay in bed today? Please I’m so comfy and I just wanna be here with you,” he gives her the Oncoming Pout and puppy dog eyes, the two tools he knew she would never fail to resist and she could never deny.

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Both of them find their release and he sighs, slipping away from her and laying down next to her. "Hello," he murmurs, kissing her slowly and tenderly. "I love you more," he teases, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He runs his hand over her abdomen, their baby growing there. "You're going to be the best mother in the world," he mumbles, kissing her. He pulls her closer, more and more kisses as he cups her face.

"Love you so much," he says against her lips. He finds that he is not in any mood to get up and he just pulls more blankets on them, snuggling her.

"Rose," he says, already sounding like a child on the verge to beg for something, "Roooooseee," he pokes her cheek. "Can we stay in bed today? Please I'm so comfy and I just wanna be here with you," he gives her the Oncoming Pout and puppy dog eyes, the two tools he knew she would never fail to resist and she could never deny.

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She was better than his shaky hands and was able to slide the shirt off his shoulders. He sighed when she touched him now, he had missed what it felt like; their skin pressed against each other. He kisses her again and tries to go back down to kiss around her torso when she held him there, pressing soft soothing kisses to his neck. He sighed, tilting his head up so she could find more pale skin. She was murmuring dark words to him, words that puffed against his ear and he sighed again, his hips rocking against hers gently.

"Bedroom," he repeats, his voice husky now and he gets up and grins at her, lifting her up into his arms and carrying her bridal style into their bedroom. He lays her down and he hovers over again, pulling down her trousers, knickers, and unclasps her bra. His hand goes down in between her legs and he groans from the contact as he rubs her slowly and softly. "I missed how you felt here," he breathes into her ear. "I missed your taste, I missed everything." His hand leaves and he undoes his belt and lays down, kicking off his jeans and he removes his boxers before going back on top of her. He kisses Rose again, taking himself in hand and running the tip of him against her, getting good and wet before he pulled back from the kiss and sank into her. He gasped and groaned, bracing his weight on his forearms before pulling himself out all the way to the tip to all the way back in as he kissed her again it was slow and wet and he kept himself at the slow pace, biting into her neck before soothing it with his tongue and leaving a mark between his slow thrusts.

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She settles half on top of him now, kissing him, waking up a little more. "I missed you more," he teases. And of course he was gonna be blabbering away now since his vocal cords were better. She, like him, was kissing any bit of skin he could find and his hands settle on her lower back, letting out a deep exhale he wasn't aware he was holding as she unbuttons his shirt and kisses at his collarbone and chest as her hands run over the light smattering of hair on his chest.

"I remember," he whispers, reaching up to give her a kiss as he pulls off her shirt and kisses across her collarbone and lays her back down, he kisses he stomach and hips before moving back up and kissing her. "It was even harder this time. I hope your trip was good," he says, running his hands up her sides as he remembers he has good vocal cods and continues to ramble. "I missed how you would whine my name if I wasn't giving you attention, I missed how you would run your fingers through my hair, I miss how you would breathe out my name and tell me you love me." He kisses her before dipping back down to her stomach.

"Don't leave again," he pleads, kissing up her rib cage. They were slow, gentle kisses, as if he needed to kiss every inch of her again since she left. "Missed holding you," he admits, pulling off his socks playfully and throws them away before leaning down to kiss her.

"I miss how you taste. I miss your smell and your voice and your hands and kisses." He kisses at the hollow of her throat and runs his hands up her sides. "Missed this. Missed touching you like this." He kisses her chest and sighs, trying to unbutton the rest of his shirt but his fingers are shaking from emotion and want to touch Rose again.

"Did you think about touching and kissing me?"

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Rose began stirring and he reached over and pulled her closer so she wouldn’t roll off the couch. She greeted him drowsily and he put his comic down and rolled over so she was facing him. “Hello, Rose Tyler,” he said quietly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She doesn’t need to say she missed him because he could tell by the way she breathes his name against her lips and kisses him. His hand settles lightly on her cheek and he kisses her back. It was tender and gentle and he was so glad she was home, home with him.

He pulled away and kept his lips grazing against her own. “I missed you too,” he whispers, kissing her again. He pulls a blanket from the floor above her and kisses her forehead.

He brings her fingers to the scar on his neck so she could feel and see it. “How about that,” he murmurs, kisses her jaw tenderly as if he needed to kiss all of her to prove she was back with him. “My first scar, sexy?” He asks, kissing her cheek. His legs tangle with her own and he kisses her throat. “I missed your breath, I missed how you like all the food I make even when it’s rubbish, I miss how your breath shakes when I touch you. Stay,” he murmurs, kissing under her ear. He pulls back and rubs his nose against her own.

“How much did you miss me?” He teases.

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Rose began stirring and he reached over and pulled her closer so she wouldn't roll off the couch. She greeted him drowsily and he put his comic down and rolled over so she was facing him. "Hello, Rose Tyler," he said quietly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She doesn't need to say she missed him because he could tell by the way she breathes his name against her lips and kisses him. His hand settles lightly on her cheek and he kisses her back. It was tender and gentle and he was so glad she was home, home with him.

He pulled away and kept his lips grazing against her own. "I missed you too," he whispers, kissing her again. He pulls a blanket from the floor above her and kisses her forehead.

He brings her fingers to the scar on his neck so she could feel and see it. "How about that," he murmurs, kisses her jaw tenderly as if he needed to kiss all of her to prove she was back with him. "My first scar, sexy?" He asks, kissing her cheek. His legs tangle with her own and he kisses her throat. "I missed your breath, I missed how you like all the food I make even when it's rubbish, I miss how your breath shakes when I touch you. Stay," he murmurs, kissing under her ear. He pulls back and rubs his nose against her own.

"How much did you miss me?" He teases.

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When he comes and she's giving him a stern look he nods, "I understand." He murmurs, damp hair to his forehead. He beckons her to lie next to him and nuzzles her throat. "Sorry," he adds sheepishly, kissing her shoulder blade.

She was holding him rather then him holding her and he liked that for once. "Martha," he begins, he and she could tell by the tone of his voice he was struggling with what he was about to say and the surge of human feelings. "I've been feeling odd lately," he admits, not meeting her gaze. "Sad, lonely." He nuzzled his head further to gain more warmth.

"And it's not you! You do a beautiful job of making me...feel good about myself and this life." He said, stuttering like mad. "I think...he's regenerated. I can't feel him anymore," he says, sighing heavily.

"It's been bothering me for a few weeks, I've just felt lonelier. I can't even feel the TARDIS a bit any more. Am I even the Doctor any more? Or am I really John Smith?" He sat up then, knees to his chest as he raked his hands through his head.