Rose’s pillow was cool and hard, and vibrated with a double heart beat. She should open her eyes, but everything felt too heavy, even the air on her skin, every nerve in her body still thrummed with pleasure. Her whole body ached, muscles complaining as she just even contemplated the thought of moving.
“You know in some cultures it’s considered rude to pass out on one’s lover.” Thoughts of pots and kettles almost made her smile and the abused muscles in her stomach gave a small insidious twist at hearing him call them lovers. She didn’t want to have to really think about what he had done, what she had let him do, because she still wasn’t too sure how to feel about they had done, or what he had made her discover about herself.
“Rose?” He could ask her so many things with just her name and she could feel the worry in his voice; the tension that he now held in his body and she smiled into his chest. The ability to form words was just a bit beyond her at that point in time. The words could be saved for later. Instead she let herself simply feel, humming as she rubbed her check against his chest like a cat.
Long fingers traced the bones of her right hand where it rested over his hearts. Her heart kicking gently as he lifted to his mouth and gently kissed the inside of her wrist. She wondered would she have marks there, and she decided that she didn’t care.
“You screamed you know.” Rose didn’t really remembered but she knew she must have, her throat felt raw and abused. The feelings and sensations had been so close to that knifes point of pain and pleasure, that even now she wasn’t sure where the division was.
“I made Rose Tyler scream.” Her contemplation well and truly shattered by his smug male tone. She didn’t have the strength to lift her head from his chest, but she managed to drag her eyes open to glare at him. His hair was a glorious mess, his eyes sparkled and danced as he looked down at her, but behind them she could see his awareness of what they had done, of the step they had taken, and it was both comforting and frightening as she realised that he was as just as unsure as her.
It took an effort but she managed roll on top of him, to prop her head up on his sternum, his double heart beat, making her feel the vibration from her chin to her scalp. The hair on his legs prickled against the smooth skin of hers; things that where the same, yet different, very different, wonderfully different and she could’t help but smile again. Her hands were gloriously free now; Rose let them move down, stroking the soft hair on his chest, soothing small marks that she knew she must have made at some point, causing him to yelp just a little as she pulled a little too hard at the line of hair just below his belly button.
“That just means that next time, it’s your turn.”
