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The Doctor wasted no time preparing the Tardis’s departure into the Time Vortex. Not even a moment for mourning. He stared intently at the controls though he was really running on autopilot. He was mostly focused on trying to avoid Rose who was burning a hole into his body with her glare.
Mickey was standing awkwardly next to Rose, looking between them. No awkwardly timed comment could come to him to try to ease the tension. He knew how Tyler women could get and Rose was less than a minute away from exploding.
“I’m going to get a shower,” Mickey said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Neither the pilot or the other passenger gave any response. He nodded and walked away quickly down the halls.
Rose huffed, her arms crossing over her chest, “Are you just going to stand there and brood? I thought you would’ve stormed off by now,” He said, unable to bite back the words from flowing off his tongue.
Rose let out a laugh. The laugh that he only heard rarely. The laugh that was never directed at him. She was fuming, “I’m sorry my replacement didn’t work out for you.”
“Your replacement ? She was awfully more than that,” He finally turned to her. He stared down at her. Her glare flickered for a moment, tears begging to be released from her eyes. She quickly brushed them away.
“Yeah, a French slag.”
The Doctor scrunched up his face, scratching at his temple, “Would you consider that an upgrade? Must be.”
He knew Rose did not back down from a fight which was a big reason she usually ended up captured. She was boisterous and full of rage. So he was unsure why he was surprised when her hand made direct contact with his face. The slap stung his cheek and left a red mark. Rose was flexing her hand at her side, but her eyes stayed firm on his.
“You listen to me — you will not disrespect me again. Got it?”
Rose fully expected this lapse in judgment to be a one-off adventure thing. He’s a man and men tend to have lapses in judgment no matter what species they are. You needed to be firm with this new doctor, but once she got her point across, he would give up. They were right on their way to an apology and cup of tea in the galley.
That is not what happened. Instead, he started moving toward her, meeting the rage in her eyes. He put no hands on her, but backed her into the wall at the start of the hallway, “ No. You will listen to me. I’m in charge here, not you. ”
Rose let out a gasp as her back met the wall, “You have no right to act like this,” Her voice now quivered.
He placed his right hand on the wall next to her head. She looked at his arm before nervously flicking her eyes back to his face, “Doctor, I could have died!”
“But you didn’t, did you?”
“You left me!” Her voice cracked and she looked down.
“It’s not like you were alone. You had Mickey!”
This sent a newfound rage through her, “What the bloody hell was Mickey going to do? He’s not —”
“Me?” The Doctor grinned, “Yes, that’s right. You need me to rescue you every time. Rose Tyler, the perpetual damsel in distress,” This time he saw her right hand coming for him and pinned it next to her head with his left, “It’s not your fault. You’re really easy to catch,” She jerked her wrists under his grasp to no avail, “You want to know what I think?”
“Not really.”
He leaned in so his breath was hot on her ear, “I think you get caught just so I can rescue you.”
“Don’t be daft.”
He went to search her eyes, but she was suddenly averting her gaze, looking down the hall. She did not expect this to go so poorly, “You’re just not used to being second in line,” He let one of her wrists go and twirled a section of her hair between his fingers, “You reacted the same way with Sarah Jane.”
Rose took a shaky breath, and it was clear she was crying softly, hoping he wouldn’t notice, “Do what you want Doctor, I don’t care. Just let me go.”
“What do you really want, Rose?”
“I already told you. Let me go!” He took a step away from her, throwing up his hands and gesturing for her to head down the hall. She stood there against the wall for a moment, massaging her wrists, “Thank you.”
“You’re not moving. You were so determined to get away from me and yet you’re still here,” A boastful grin was forming on his lips.
She raised a brow, stepping away from the wall, “Fine. Just let me know when we’re back at my mum’s,” She brushed past him and quickly headed to her room, wiping away free flowing tears.
He stared down the hall long after her door slammed shut. He sighed, finally following after her. When he got to the door he could hear her sniffling on the other side.
“Rose,” He spoke gently now.
She took a shaky breath, “Go away Doctor.”
“Please open the door,” His hand was already on the doorknob.
“Open it yourself since you’re in charge .”
“Fine,” He said, going to use the sonic, but realizing that the door wasn’t locked. She was sitting at her vanity, staring at her swollen eyes in the reflection. When he saw her in the mirror, he was thankful for the ability to mask his emotions so well, “I suppose you want to know why I did it.”
“I don’t really think I actually have a say in the matter, so feel free to keep talking I guess,” She got up from the vanity and pulled out her duffel from under the bed, throwing it on top.
His gaze bore a hole in the back of her head, but she wasn’t looking at him so she could pretend she wasn’t paying attention, “Seeing you day by day drives me mad.”
Rose scoffed, pulling out her clothes from her dresser drawer by drawer.
“With you it was going to be different. You were more than just my companion. You were…” He paused. Rose turned around, her eyes begging him to finish that sentence, but he would not oblige, “And then you ran off the first chance you got – to Mickey . Right after our first adventure like this,” He gestured to his new body.
Her eyes grew wide and then despite the anger in The Doctor’s voice, she laughed. She laughed a warm, genuine laugh that ran from her mouth into the crinkles in her eyes, “That’s what this is all about? You’re jealous?”
The Doctor did his best to try to control the power dynamic whilst standing apart from Rose, “It’s not funny.”
“It’s hilarious actually. A Time Lord over 900 years old, jealous of Mickey Smith. He’s going to have such a conflated ego when he hears about this.”
The Doctor caught Rose off guard when she was backed up for a second time this evening, this time against the edge of her bed. He did not stop when the back of her knees hit the side of the mattress and she fell back. He bent down on his knees and ran his hand from her knee to her thigh, “Do you tell him about all our private conversations? All those feelings you are trying so hard to hide?”
Rose shuddered, trying to ignore the rush she felt when his hand moved further up her thigh over her jeans, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re a terrible liar…Rose, you’re trembling,” He squeezed her thigh hard, leading to an involuntary squeak straining from her lips and squeezing her eyes shut. She didn’t need to see his face to know a smirk sat on his lips.
She somehow found the strength to sit up, looking him in the eye, “I don’t know what kind of sick game you’re trying to play, but I don’t want any part of it.”
The Doctor cupped her cheek in his other hand. Rose tried not to give in and nuzzle into his touch, but she failed, “My girl.”
“Doctor,” She whispered, not at all expecting the desperate plea that came out of her mouth.
His grip on her thigh loosened and he began to rub his thumb over where her pelvis met her hip. She let out a delightful sigh, “How long has it been?” Rose shook her head in response, “Come on Rose, you tell him about our little adventures, I should know about yours.”
“It’s not like that, Doctor,” She choked out. He raised a brow, calling her bluff, “N-not anymore,” She closed her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“I see the way he looks at you, Rose. That can’t be true.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“He’s your boyfriend,” He said pointedly, causing Rose’s eyes to go wide.
“No he’s not.”
“Does he know that? Did you two break up? How did that conversation go?” He ran his thumb along her jawline. She sat there for a moment looking at him before slapping his hand away.
“If you don’t like him, why did you invite him on board? I begged you not to and you did it anyway.”
“Rose Tyler always used to getting what she wants. Doesn’t like being told no. I think it’s about time that changed,” He stood up and Rose scrambled to sit up on her knees on the bed, desperate for his missing touch.
“I don’t need to tell Mickey. He already knows. He’s known since the moment I left with you. You didn’t need to bring him aboard for some sadistic game.”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
She stared at him dumbfounded, “You are sick, Doctor.”
“You like it.”
Rose rolled her eyes, “You keep tellin’ yourself that.”
“I don’t have to tell myself anything, it’s true. You think I don’t hear you every night? You know my hearing is better than a human’s. No wonder you sleep in so late. Because you stay up all night calling out for me.”
“That’s an invasion of privacy!” She shouted at him, shocked at the volume of her voice.
“You don’t actually care, Rose. You’re thrilled knowing you’ve been caught. Your heart rate increased.”
“Yeah cause you’re scaring me,” Rose stood up again, uncomfortable with the way he towered over her from next to the vanity.
The Doctor grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands instinctively gripped the fabric at his chest. His hearts were racing. He held her firmly to him, one of his hands sliding to her hip, the other resting on the back of her head, “That doesn’t explain the pheromones.”
Rose’s cheeks turned bright red. There was no retort she could make to regain her dignity. She relaxed her hands from their death grip and hid her face against his chest.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Rose. It’s a natural reaction.”
“It’s not proper to talk about.”
“And you’re proper?” The Doctor chuckled, causing her to look at him with a glare, “You’re right, sorry.”
She grunted, smacking her hands against his chest, “You’re so impossibly difficult to be mad at even though you’re rude and manic and —”
“Devilishly handsome?” He smirked.
“I’ve had enough of you!”
“You’re lying again,” He leaned down so their noses were touching, his lips hovering over hers, “You haven’t had enough.”
Rose gasped as The Doctor smashed his lips against hers. She didn’t remember the two times they had kissed before, but this was enough to make her weak in the knees. Her hands tangled in his hair making it somehow messier than before. His hands wandered down to the small of her back. She tugged on his hair eliciting a growl from him against her lips.
He pulled away, but before she could catch her breath, he was pressing kisses down her neck. She was holding back a moan, “I-is this real?”
“Do you want me to pinch you?” He asked against her skin. Before she could respond, he grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer to him. The moan she was holding back ripped through her which made him squeeze even tighter. She was suddenly very aware of his own arousal pressing against her stomach.
This awakened something in Rose. Suddenly she was no longer embarrassed or timid. He was aroused by her . The Doctor was convinced Rose Tyler was used to getting what she wanted, well she was going to make sure that didn’t change tonight. Her hands left their spot in his hair as he continued to suck on her neck, “You’re right, Doctor. I haven’t had enough,” One of her hands slipped under his jacket to press against the thin fabric of his shirt over his chest, the other traveled further south, gripping his already half hard cock through the fabric of his trousers.
He pulled back from her neck at this, groaning at her touch, “Fuck, Rose.”
“If you heard me calling out for you, moaning your name, why didn’t you come take me?” She gently stroked him through his trousers, “I dreamed you would.”
His lips traveled over to her ear, taking it between his teeth and tugging aggressively, “You’re mine.”
Rose nodded in enthusiastic agreement. She pulled her hands away to begin working at the buttons of his suit jacket. She pushed it down his arms and he pulled away from her to toss it to the side. While he did so she pulled her graphic tee over her head and tossed it down next to her. His eyes were wild. He backed her up against the vanity, his lips back on hers, and his hands exploring the now bare skin for the first time.
He teased her with his painfully slow movements. All this taunting and he hadn’t really touched her yet where it counted. And he was still essentially fully clothed. Why did he wear so many layers all the time? “Doctor,” She whined between kisses as his hands ran across her lower back to her abdomen.
He laughed against her lips, “You’re so impatient,” He trailed kisses down her neck and finally over the half of her breasts that were exposed, “I’ll be taking my time with you,” He growled and then bit her causing a yelp to escape Rose’s lips. He smirked and repeated the bite on the other breast. She squeezed her legs together, her head tilting back until it was pressed against the mirror as he cupped her breasts in his hands. His eyes wandered down to her legs, that smirk still on his lips, “Oh Rose, you’re so desperate for me.”
She bit her lip nodding in response. Her arousal completely clouded her thoughts to the point where she was unable to form sentences and he hadn’t even touched her sex. She had controlled her desire in front of him for far too long and now the walls had come crashing down all around her at his reciprocation. His fingers crept between her legs and stroked the fabric of her jeans protecting her sex. She held one hand onto his shoulder as the other grasped at his chest. He pulled away and she let out a very loud whine of disappointment.
“Why are you holding back?” He asked her, his palm cupping her cheek.
“H-holding back? I’m barely keeping it together over here.”
“You’re being so quiet…I know you Rose. You’re not quiet.”
“We’re not alone on the Tardis, Doctor,” she said, her heart still pounding rapidly as she attempted to calm her breathing.
“I don’t care. If you want me to touch you, you’re going to have to earn it with those pretty sounds of yours,” Rose pouted, actually pouted to try to get her way, but The Doctor just raised his brow at her and shook his head, “How bad do you want me, Rose? Enough to let Mickey know exactly what a filthy girl you are?”
She squeezed her legs together again as another rush came down her body. She nodded, “Fine, we’ll do it your way.”
“Fine isn’t good enough. I think you should beg.”
“What?” Rose scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You heard me,” He challenged.
“I don’t beg a man for any kind of attention.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to go find another French woman to snog.”
The fury returned to Rose’s eyes. She grabbed The Doctor by the tie and yanked him down to her eye level, “She may be a French whore but I guarantee she doesn’t fuck like I do,” She licked and then bit the side of his neck next to his ear, “I happen to be exceptional with my tongue. You are mine, Doctor. No one else’s,” She pressed her lips to his again, her tongue sliding against his to prove her point. He moaned into her kiss before she pulled away, “I need every inch of you. I need you to fuck me however you want. I’m whatever you want me to be.”
He picked her up off of the vanity and pressed her against the door. He took off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, but was stopped by Rose’s hands. She pushed his hands away and unbuttoned his shirt swiftly. She pushed it off his shoulders and ran her fingertips all over his body. He was becoming impatient not being able to see the beautiful skin of her legs that he pushed her back and started working at her jeans. When they were unbuttoned, he pushed them below her hips.
“I don’t understand how you fit in these,” He grinned, forcefully pushing them further down until they dropped to her ankles, “Turn around.”
Rose did as she was told. A pair of matching black lace panties scarcely clad her cheeks. His fingers ran over the fabric, squeezing the skin where her bottom met her thighs. She gasped. He could see the skin glistening down her thighs, “If I would’ve known this is what was waiting for me every time I rescued you…”
Rose lay her palms flat against the door, her head turned to try to look at The Doctor as he touched her. His middle finger slid between her legs along the fabric, feeling the wetness seeping through, “Oh God,” She panted, her eyes squeezing shut.
“What, Rose? I can’t hear you,” His finger pressed down, defining her folds in the fabric.
“I need—”
“What do you need?” He asked heavy in her ear. He was leaning over her, his bare chest pressed against her nearly bare back.
She moaned as his fingers pushed the fabric aside and began rubbing up and down her slit, “Fuck.”
He hummed encouragingly to Rose as she started to grind her hips against his fingers. She whimpered as his index finger found and began to rub her swollen clit, “You’re still holding back. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, don’t stop. Please,” She begged, her forehead collapsing against the door.
“Then be a good girl and listen to me,” He demanded. She nodded in agreement. His fingers kept playing with her as his other hand slid up her back to the clasp of her bra. He undid it quickly, pushing it down her arms. She took it off the rest of the way, watching it land on the floor. His free hand cupped her left breast roughly, pinching the nipple between two of his fingers. At the same time his middle finger that was caressing her folds snuck inside her entrance.
Rose cried out at the sudden penetration. Of course this is where the evening was leading, but she still didn’t expect it, “It really has been a while…you’re so tight,” He pressed a sloppy kiss to the back of her neck. He broke contact suddenly leaving Rose’s thighs quivering in his absence. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, “Let me see you,” Rose stared up at The Doctor through her thick lashes. She blushed and averted his gaze as he analyzed every inch of her body, “Look at you, you are beautiful.”
She smiled warmly at this before brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “Doctor, I…nevermind,” She shook her head. Clearly she was losing her mind. This much foreplay had nearly had her on the brink of confessing her love to an immortal alien. Bad idea. Very bad idea. He had a puzzled look on his face, but forgot all about her almost confession when she slid down to her knees, her hands going to undo his trousers. If she wasn’t going to say it, she could at least show it.
“Rose,” He warned as she pushed his trousers down, her hands trailing back up to the hem of his briefs.
“What?” She asked innocently, playing with the hem while she waited for a response.
“You are saucy,” He grinned. His grin was all the encouragement she needed to pull down his briefs, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock sprung free and Rose immediately got to work. She ran the palm of her right hand over her folds before reaching up and stroking his cock with the same hand. He groaned, his eyes struggling to stay open and watch her. He was glad he did though when she pressed her lips to his head in a feathery, teasing kiss. She ran her tongue along his shaft before taking him in her mouth.
He groaned as she sucked him, his hands brushing her hair out of her face and getting tangled in her locks. Her eyes traveled up to meet his and she could tell he was losing any semblance of control. He jerked his hips forward suddenly, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled away to catch her breath. She had a grin on her lips.
“You enjoy choking on my cock, don’t you?” She nodded and he gripped the back of her head more forcefully, “Open your mouth.”
Rose did as she was told, opening her mouth wide and keeping her tongue flat as The Doctor pushed his cock back into her mouth. He held her head still while he thrust in and out of her mouth, hitting her throat several times in the process, causing Rose to gag. She did her best to breathe through her nose, but she was becoming overwhelmed. Still, wetness continued to soak her panties. They were effectively ruined at this point.
“Fuck, you look like such a whore,” He moaned, pulling out of her mouth, “All for me,” She gasped for air, reaching up to wipe her eyes with the back of her hands, looking down to see them covered with streaks of mascara. His hands relaxed against her head and took her hands, helping her stand up. When she got to her feet, he kissed her deeply until her knees were even weaker than before. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers with a smile on his lips, “Hello.”
“Hi,” She said, her own smile matching his, “Doctor? Can we lie down? I feel like I’m about to collapse.”
“Of course,” He said, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. He scooped her up and carried her over to the bed, dropping her down on the fluffy duvet. She bounced against the mattress causing a giggle to escape her lips as The Doctor climbed on top of her, “Why are you still wearing these?” He hooked his fingers in the fabric of her knickers and ripped them apart.
“Doctor!” She gasped.
“What? You couldn’t possibly rewear them. They’re filthy,” He replied, causing a blush to spread across her cheeks. He slid between her legs, pressing soft kisses between her thighs as he looked up at her. Her breath was shaky as she scooted her hips forward, tempting him toward her cunt. He gripped onto her thighs and brought her the rest of the way to his tongue. She gasped as he ran his tongue along her folds before teasing her entrance. Both hands instinctively went to his hair, pushing him further into her. Her thighs squeezed against the sides of his head as his tongue continued to work magic against her.
He moaned against her, the vibration causing a series of soft moans to escape from her own lips. She wasn’t sure who was enjoying this more. She knew how much he loved to use his tongue so probably him, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. His tongue teased her clit. Her hips wanted to jerk up at the sensation, but The Doctor’s grip on her thighs kept her stuck in place, “Fuck, Doctor. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He hummed along contently as Rose felt herself getting closer and closer to climax. He had been edging her all night — ever since this game began. She wanted to curse herself at the thought of him winning. The thought of him beating her. But she was too caught up in her own pleasure to care. Her hands left the tangle of his hair to squeeze her breasts, crossing her ankles over his bare back. Her moans got increasingly louder until there was no chance of hiding what they were doing from the other man on board. That had been The Doctor’s plan all along. Marking his territory.
A hot flash of pleasure ran through her as she ground her hips against The Doctor’s lips as best as she could, “Fuck!” She let out as she came. He let Rose ride out the aftershock against him, whimpering as he pushed her thighs apart so he could sit up and climb back on top of her.
“You did so well,” He cooed, “You must be exhausted. Maybe I should let you sleep,” He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, making it look as if he was about to leave.
Rose’s eyes grew wide, “No.”
He wore a puzzled expression, “No?”
“I need you.”
“How do you need me, Rose? I need specifics,” He entwined their fingers.
“I need you inside of me,” She looked up from his chest to his eyes, “I need you to make love to me, Doctor.”
His smile was so bright it was as if his eyes started to sparkle, “Rose Tyler, you are full of surprises.”
“I hardly think anything that has happened on my end has been surprising. If it was, you must be more daft than you let on,” She hooked her free hand around the back of his neck, gently stroking the hair there, “ You on the other hand…this has been unexpected.”
“Just better at hiding it, I suppose,” He pressed another kiss to her lips, sliding his tongue over hers. She could taste herself still on his tongue. He pressed kisses down her neck and throat and to her breasts, making sure to spend an equal amount of time with each nipple. He never let go of her hand the whole time. The cruel Doctor from earlier had melted away. He was worshiping her body and soul. He parted her legs that had forced themselves closed to create friction with his free hand, gently dipping two of his fingers inside of her.
“Doctor, please just give me what I want,” She whined.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” He replied softly, looking up at her even as his fingers stretched inside her.
“You can’t,” She said, leaning up on her elbows, “Even if you did, I wouldn’t care.”
He pressed another kiss to her forehead, removing his fingers and sucking them clean. She whined at this, already missing his tongue on her, but now she craved more. Hopefully there will be other times for his excellent tongue work. He positioned himself at her entrance, her folds spilling around him. She squirmed in the sheets, trying to create the friction she so desperately needed. After pausing way too long for her liking, he finally sank into her. She gasped as she felt him stretch her, her head falling back against the pillows, her hand squeezed The Doctor’s tight.
“Rose,” He cooed as her hips ground against his cock, “Look at me,” Her eyes fluttered open so she was looking up at him. He was gorgeous. She had always thought so. Even right after the regeneration. She was so scared at first, but she welcomed the change with open arms and seemingly open legs, “There you are.”
“Here I am,” She giggled. He took the opportunity to push back and thrust again slowly which turned her giggle into a moan.
“You make such beautiful sounds,” He thrust into her again, this time with more force, “I should have done this sooner.”
Rose nodded as he increased his pace, Rose’s hips rising up to meet his thrusts every time. They fell into a perfect rhythm and he seemed to hit exactly where Rose needed it the most. She definitely would not describe the noises she made as ‘beautiful’ — primal, maybe. The ‘beautiful’ noises had subsided long ago when he began to really fuck her.
She hooked her legs over his hips, allowing him to drive even deeper into her. She dug the nails of her free hand into his shoulder, definitely deep enough to leave a mark. She closed her glazed over eyes tight and opened them to get a good look at The Doctor’s face. He dug their still entwined hand into the sheets — he was clearly on the brink of losing control, but needed a little coaxing.
“Harder, Doctor,” She moaned, her tongue jutting out of her mouth before biting down on her bottom lip. He followed her demands and started driving into her with more force. The upholstered headboard began to smack against the wall as Rose was shoved deeper into the sheets.
Their hips met each time and he growled, his eyes analyzing every inch of her naked body beneath him, “You’re mine, Rose. Only I can fuck you like this,” His hand finally let go of hers and reached around to grip her by the throat.
“Yes, Doctor,” She choked out, nearly on the brink of another orgasm. He let her neck go and pressed rough kisses to the spots his fingers were, “ Make me yours .”
He grabbed one of Rose’s thighs with one hand and slid the other between her legs to rub her clit as he continued to fuck into her. That was exactly what she needed to drive her over the edge. Her calling out his name and clenching around him was enough to send him over the edge as well. She gasped at the sensation of his seed filling up inside her. She could not wipe the grin off her lips if she tried. He gave a couple more thrusts, riding the aftershock before pulling out of her and rolling onto his back.
They sat there in silence catching their breath. Rose squeezed her legs together, feeling the mixture of body fluids spilling down her thighs and onto the sheets, “I guess I’m gonna need to do a washing,” She mumbled.
The Doctor turned his head to look at her before busting out laughing, “We just had downright filthy sex and you’re concerned with washing!”
Rose rolled onto her side, “I’m a woman of many talents.”
“That you are, Rose Tyler,” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She used the opportunity to snuggle into him, “You could always sleep in my bed tonight.”
Her face lit up, “The Doctor’s illustrious room. Wonder what that’s like. Any pictures of me?”
“After tonight, I’ll build you a shrine,” She giggled, burying her face in his neck, “You better get cleaned up first, you’re an absolute wreck.”
“Oi, you’re a real charmer!” She smacked him in the chest. He gave her a squeeze before standing up to get dressed. She was admiring the view before he caught her. He rolled his eyes and threw a towel at her, “Fine! I’m getting up!”
He was already at the point of buttoning up his shirt when she rolled out of bed. God she was sore and wow it was hard to walk. He raised a brow at her stumbling to the adjoined bathroom, “Shut up!” She yelled from the bathroom.
“I didn’t say anything!” He shouted back, doing his tie.
“I hear you smirking!”
He was smirking.
Rose shuffled out of her room in a matching set of short pink silk pajamas and fuzzy slippers. She was carrying her basket of sheets for the wash. She threw everything in and started the machine before heading back out to the heart of the Tardis. The Doctor had his glasses on, messing with something on the console. She stood a few feet back and admired him, clearly in a much better mood than the last time they were here alone.
He turned around smiling at her, “Rose,” She walked over to him and sat in the jumpseat. His arm hooked over the back of the chair as he showed her something on the monitor, “I haven’t yet decided where we should go next.”
“As long as it does not include a portal to another woman’s bedroom I am fine with anything.”
“Noted,” He said, kissing the side of her head. He reached over, grabbing a cup of tea and handed it to her, “Cuppa?”
“Thanks, love,” She said, her feet kicking up on the railing. She sipped her tea and hummed contently. He was gazing at her newly fresh face when a voice cut the silence.
“I half expected to see you two banging one out in here,” Mickey said, walking up next to them.
“Mickey!” Rose blushed, “Don’t be so crass,” The Doctor was tugging on his ear, trying to hold back a laugh.
“Believe me, you leave little to the imagination,” He said, shaking his head, “You were never like that —”
The Doctor’s eyebrows shot up as Rose sat up and interjected, “Let’s not go there, thanks Mickey!” She slid off the jumpseat and started walking back down the hallway toward The Doctor’s room, “Goodnight!” She stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, “Doctor!”
The Doctor stepped away from the console and dug into his pocket until he found what he was looking for, tossing it over to Mickey, “What’s this?” He asked.
“Earplugs,” He said with a grin and practically ran to his bedroom.