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Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in wariscoming,

She could honestly say, despite her certainty, her head was still cloudy. Like that feeling when she'd had too many drinks too quickly, and she wasn't exactly drunk yet but she definitely could say her mind was affected. But Rose was no innocent. She knew her way around a man and she knew how to deal with unwanted come-ons. And this? Wasn't unwanted. He was being tender with her. Sir Guy of Gisborne, a man who had taken lives without so much as blinking, who'd bedded women without regards to their futures, was being so incredibly gentle that it sent that warm intensity through her that she'd be a fool to fight.

Her hands drifted up his chest as she got to her feet, resting at the base of his throat, lightly touching any skin she could find. Why was the twelfth century so concerned with being covered up anyway It didn't matter. She'd have every bit of him to touch soon enough. And the thought was so intoxicating it made her almost dizzy.

"Maybe sweet is what I want," she teased, allowing him to lead her, pressing light kisses against his neck with every few steps. Though Rose was never what anyone could call 'slutty', she did have her tricks. She knew how to get what she wanted. And she knew how to make this man want her every bit as much as she wanted him. Though, apparently, it wasn't going to take much effort.

His bedroom had few personal touches which she supposed she'd rather expected. After all, this wasn't his century. He wasn't likely to put up posters of a rock band or have comic memorabilia hanging around. Still, she wanted more for him. She'd have given anything to help him adjust to this time more easily. Instead, what he had was her. She didn't know if it would be enough, but she had to try.

She guided him towards the bed, though at that point if he'd pushed her up against the wall she wouldn't have turned that down either. Blood was racing through her to the point where she could feel every nerve in her body, but it was in that good way, the expectant way that meant she was finally being vindicated. And maybe, on some deep down level, she still felt like she was cheating. She'd only stopped wearing her engagement ring the month before, after all. But the Seal owed her. She'd been the one to find this man, to calm his anxieties and get him to safety. When he'd been haunted and threatened the city for its actions, she'd worked carefully to defend him, to try and bring him back from the edge. Maybe it was meant to be, for as much as Rose didn't really believe in fate, she did believe in karma. This? Was her reward for all the misery, the pain she'd endured.

She rested her hands on his shoulders, pushing gently and urging him to sit on the edge of the bed so she could take his face in her hands and kiss him more thoroughly. No, for all of her internal arguments, this was right. She wanted this, she was being given it, and who the hell was she to fight it?