Becoming a wife (A Dr. Who fanfiction)

Chapter 2

A/N:
I've tagged the story 16+ because of this chapter, feel free to skip it ^^

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He kissed her then, pouring all his love, affection and longing in their connecting not only with lips, but also with souls. Rose held on to the lapels of his jacket, overwhelmed, yet incomprehensibly secured. Nothing in the universe could part them now.
Releasing her mouth, out of breath and out of patience, he paused one last time, before setting off with large leaping steps towards the bedroom, and said: "Bring the bottle."

He did not release her until they were inside the bedroom, and then he only set her down for an instant to remove his jacket and tie. He took the bottle from her hands and set it on the night stand.

Then he lifted her up again, as if he could not bear to be more than a few inches away from her. Closing that gap as well, he kissed her with so much need and raw passion, Rose was glad she did not stand on her own feet.

She tried to kiss him back with the same ardour, yet found she could not compete with a nine hundred year old Time Lord who had waited, as it seemed, just for her. Who had been living for the fulfilment of this very moment and now it had arrived. She gave up and allowed him to conquer her. She was a willing conquest.

He moved them slowly towards the large bed, hardly allowing her time to breathe, let alone time to be nervous. He was blazing, burning with desire. She could feel his emotions radiate, overwhelm her senses, but he was not frightening. In all his passion, he never once lost control. She felt his battle inside to ensure her of his understanding and he offered his whole being as an anchor to hold on to, should she feel overpowered at any time.

In the intense heat that swirled like a whirlwind, she could suddenly see the core that was that very anchor in his mind and her mind flew there like a bolt of electricity. Connecting, bursting with indescribable joy and trust and she instinctively knew he would never ever hurt her.

"Stop me if I go to fast or to far," his mind whispered, showing her at the same time a large big red button she could slam to bring him to a halt.

Unable to withhold herself, she giggled against his mouth and she felt him grinning back.

A squeal escaped her, when he suddenly threw her on the bed. Her laugh quickly faded, when she saw his intense gaze focused on her body. He looked at her, took his time to imprint her curves, visible through the thin material of her light blue garment. He was undressing her with his eyes and it astounded her how aroused she became at merely being watched by him.

Finally his gaze met hers and his smile became affectionate. He sat down, never taking his eyes of her as he fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Like her, he had been barefoot inside the Gallifreyan room and when he had removed his belt, he came to lay beside her.

He kissed her, softly and sweet. Savouring every nanosecond, tasting every bud, turning a minute into infinity, almost leaving Rose more breathless than when he kissed her with all his fire.

"See, I can do slow as well," he teased and she laughed, a little panting.

He did not ask her if she trusted him, he could feel her conviction inside his mind as clear as when she would have painted it on the walls. He knew she was a maiden, totally ignorant of anything the realm of sharing bodily pleasure could offer and it made him humble and proud at the same time that she entrusted her virtue into his hands.

"I want no secrets between us, my dearest Rose. There is much you do not know about me, and it is impossible for me to share everything in one night. I also have no wish to share those particular bits of me right now. There is however one thing you have a right to know before anything else."