Title: Want
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: TenII/Rose
Timeline: after Journey's End/after Better
Summary: It's been years after Bad Wolf Bay...where are they now?
A/N: Written for the
then_theres_us ficathon for a prompt left by
sapphire_child
Want“Do you still think about him?” he asked.
Rose turned to look at him. Her feet were on his lap while they each read their books. Dickens for him, a biography for her. The question surprised her as much as it didn’t. It had been comfortable silence until then. She smiled sweetly at him as her fingertips traveled to the side of his jaw. How many times had she kissed him there? Not enough. Never enough.
“Of course I do, I see him every day,” she poked at his cheek to emphasize.
He grinned but rolled his eyes as he rested the book on the arm of the couch. “You know that’s not what I mean.” He began to rub her bare feet. She bit back a moan of pleasure.
“I know, but it doesn’t make it a lie. How can I forget him when you’re him?” It was two years after Bad Wolf Bay and though it took them awhile, they were like any other London couple - though, not really of course. He looked at her, a deep penetrating stare that never failed to kindle the fire inside her. She wanted him to kiss her, but knew he wasn’t done talking yet.
“Is it possible to be jealous of oneself?” he asked honestly, his fingertips trailing paths on her skin.
It was her turn to roll her eyes, “For you? Yeah.” She giggled as he started tickling the bottoms of her feet in response. Rose squirmed and somehow their limbs ended up entangled on the couch. And that was when he finally dipped his face to meet hers, their lips pressed eagerly. His lips were warm and familiar, her body responded as it always did to him. Only he could touch her in such a way. After more lovely and lazy kisses, he inched away from her to look into her eyes. It made her insides melt.
“Why didn’t we do this on the Tardis again?” He smiled at the mention of her even though Rose knew that he associated home to be with her and no where else. She knew this now without a doubt.
“Because, Rose Tyler,” she loved how he rolled his tongue around her name in emphasis, “the daft old me believed that it was always better for you to be safe and happy than to maul you with kisses.” He grinned unashamedly.
She stuck out her tongue at him, “I don’t know. The kisses would have made me pretty happy.” Her tongue pressed against her teeth and she watched as he looked at her doing so. He kissed her again, no longer teasingly, but with a deep hunger. When he moved away, she looked at him questioningly.
The air around them changed all of a sudden, “If we would have done this then and if I would have lost you like I did - it would have felt even worse. Heartbreak mutes itself after awhile, but emptiness is excruciating.” Rose stared at him, tears pricking at her eyes.
“So,” he continued, “needing you safe and alive was always more important than just my wanting.
” She raised her mouth to meet his. “And now?” she asked between kisses, her breath heavy.
“Now,” he nestled more heavily on top of her, his delicious weight making her tremble, “I have the best of both worlds.”