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The Doctor lay on his side and stared at her with a small smile on his face, propped up by his elbow. His forefinger stroked up and down her bare stomach, and he chuckled softly when her eyes finally fluttered open. She arched an eyebrow at him and murmured, “Yes?”
“I want to talk,” he whispered.
Her eyes surveyed his expression carefully. He could tell that she was searching for any signs of regret for what had happened the night before. When she gave him a relaxed smile after a few moments, he knew that she’d accepted that there were none. No regrets, no apprehension, no that was a mistake.
“Okay,” she replied slowly, her gaze sparkling, and he realised that she was probably the most beautiful person he would ever know, inside and out.
He cleared his throat, and laid his hand on her tummy flat, no longer stroking but simply resting there, feeling it quiver slightly in her nervousness. “Rose,” he began. “I really enjoyed what we did last night.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” he nodded emphatically. “Did you?”
She laughed. “Of course I did.”
“It’s just that I haven’t done that in a while…”
“Fishing for compliments?” she teased.
He shrugged a shoulder. “Feedback would be appreciated,” he teased back.
“Hmm, well…” she pondered. “Once you got into the swing of it, it was pretty good.”
His eyebrows rose. “Oh?”
“Yep.” She grinned her flirtatious grin at him. “It was fantastic, actually.”
“Good. I’m glad,” he replied. He shifted closer to her. “Fantastic enough to be repeated, right?”
“Oh, definitely,” she agreed. “Several times.”
“Just several?”
“A dozen, then,” she corrected wryly.
He moved his hand to her face, tenderly swiping a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I’d not really realised quite how amazing it would be,” he remarked.
“Me neither, actually.” She looped an arm around him loosely so that her fingers could dance across the nape of his neck. “I mean, I knew it would be exciting, being with you, I just…”
“Are you sure I didn’t disappoint you?” he asked self-consciously.
“Don’t be daft,” she assured him. “Best night of my life.”
He beamed down at her proudly. “Really?”
She nodded. “And this would’ve been the best morning of my life if you hadn’t’ve woken me up so damn early.”
“Ah,” he replied, and had the decency to look a little sheepish. “Sorry about that. I was just impatient.”
“To hear my verdict?”
“To look into your eyes,” he amended softly.
She sighed happily and slid her hand into his bedhead hair, ruffling it up even more. “You’re lovely.”
He shook his head and tickled her ribs lightly. She squirmed with a giggle. “No, you’re lovely.” He bent down and pressed a kiss to her sternum. Rose wriggled her legs free from the sheet, kicking it off the bed, so that she could entangle them with his. “Hello,” he whispered, amused.
“I love this,” she explained, unembarrassed. “Being all…naked, with you.” They giggled quietly together for a moment, and then he rolled on top of her and she gasped in delight.
He tilted his head and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “I want to try something,” he whispered against her mouth, before moving slowly down her body. He watched her closely as it dawned on her what he meant. “That okay?”
She nodded. His mouth was between her legs in an instant.
“Oh!” she gasped out, her hips rising slightly. He took hold of them and held on tight.