The Doctor backed Rose against a wall. “Now.” he growled. He reached down, found she was knickerless. He growled again.

Rose smiled. Her hands seemed to move through his jeans, but he could feel the breeze on his hardness. “Commando. I like it.”

He thrust into her, hard. This was a union born of white-hot lust, all but untouched by any gentler feeling. Soon, Rose bit into his shoulder to stifle a cry when his orgasm triggered hers. After a moment, infinitely gently, she kissed the toothmarks. “I love you.” He held her, tight.

“I love you too, Rose.”