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“Well, that's the last one!” Alec bellowed across his lounge. He and Rose had been packing the rest of his belongings up for the movers scheduled to arrive later that day. His chalet was the last on the list for the truck to London.
London. He couldn't get his mind around it.
It had only been five weeks since Rose Tyler had entered his life. He was called to the scene of what seemed to be an airplane crash on cliffs. By the time he got there, another organization had already quarantined the area. The woman in command had gone toe to toe with him as he argued in vain that this was his jurisdiction. He remembered the smirk on the young blonde's face as Miller pulled him away from the scene. He vowed that he’d find a way to wipe that amusement from her lips.
He never thought that three weeks later it would be in the form of a very heated snog.
Or that things would escalate so quickly that he’d accept a position from the organization he swore didn't exist, under the woman he had fallen completely for.
Carrying a garment bag, Rose walked into the lounge and bumped him with her hip. “I assume you want all these identical suits with you in the car ride up? I'm surprised it was four of the same suit and not one you wore repeatedly,” she said with a tongue touched smile. She slung the bag on top of the small pile of luggage near the door.
Alec rolled his eyes as he secured the box with tape. “You know I have half a mind to tape up that pretty mouth of yours with that comment.” With a cheeky look in his eye, he looked at Rose and pointed the roll of tape at her. “When I accepted your generous offer to help me pack, I didn't think it would come with running commentary of my sense of fashion and home decorating.”
Looking at the tape in his hands, Rose walked up to Alec offering her wrists together. “I've a better idea. We’ve got a couple hours to kill. Let's see how kinky you are Inspector.”
Alec’s mouth dropped. Was she really offering to be tied up and taken? Here? Now? He'd never done anything like that before but oh how he’d wanted to try. But she had to just be flirting with him. They had only just crossed the threshold of intimacy, and even then it was just some very heavy snogging and wandering hands. She had cupped him firmly and as he gasped into her mouth, they were rudely interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. Bloody Simmonds, Alec reminisced.
The sound of another throat clearing brought Alec back to the present. Rose began to apologize for being so forward as a blush spread across her cheeks. Lowering her hands, she began to turn to the bedroom when Alec grasped her elbow, slowing her revolution.
“No. Just, ah…” Alec stumbled in his response. “I'd like that. Very much. Just not for our first time, aye?” His confidence grew as the words poured out. Sliding the tape roll onto his forearm, Alec brought her hands together and up to his lips, kissing her knuckles.
Smiling, Rose nodded and took a step backward but Alec would not let her hands go. Looking up in surprise, she saw his eyes darken as his gaze devoured her.
“Like you said, we still have a couple of hours. Hold your hands out.”