Author Note: Ok again, I had too much spare time on my hands, but hey. The Doctor and Rose have just landed somewhere - I dunno where, but to be honest it doesn't really matter. Anyway, Rose has just asked the Doctor an impossible question - one that not even he can answer.
"I have to know," Rose was saying as she and the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS together.
"I don't see why," the Doctor calmly returned. "It's none of your business."
"I disagree. Being a member of one of the categories in question, I think I have a right to know. So I'll ask you again: do you prefer blondes or brunettes?"
"How did we get onto this subject again?"
"Your friend, Sarah Jane. She and I—"
"I should have known Sarah Jane would be involved in this," the Doctor muttered.
"She and I were talking the other day," Rose continued, as if the Doctor had never interrupted, "and she mentioned that you had once kissed her."
"That was ages ago. And did she happen to mention that I had had too much to drink that night too?"
"But you remember kissing her?" Rose persisted.
The Doctor was reluctant to answer at first, but finally he said, "Yes."
"So…?" she prompted.
She sighed. "So are you more interested in blondes or brunettes?"
"I think this is a very unfair line of questioning."
"Well, you're forgetting to include women with red hair, women with black hair… women who've dyed their hair purple…"
"But you've never shown interest in women with red hair or women with black hair or women who've died their hair purple." Rose paused a moment, and then grinned as she said, "Unless there's something you're not telling me."
The Doctor coughed. "No. I just find this interrogation to be embarrassing."
"Then answer my question, and it'll be over." When he remained silent, she remarked, "You know, you've only been avoiding the issue. I'm not going to give up until I get an answer from you, Doctor, and you know how stubborn I can be."
He sighed in defeat, but still tried to give her a noncommittal answer. "Rose, Sarah-Jane and I are old friends. You and I are old friends. I don't see any difference in—"
"You've never kissed me," she interrupted.
He blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"You've-never-kissed-me," she repeated, enunciating each word slowly and clearly.
"Yes I have! Twice!"
"I wasn't myself then...either time."
"So, it doesn't count."
"Well I've never gotten drunk with you either," he pointed out, "but if all this is about a kiss, then…" he trailed off as he put his hands on her shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "There. Are you happy now?"
"I'm sure you can do better than that," she scoffed, but her cheeks had turned noticeably pink.
He smiled at seeing her blush. "I can," he smoothly assured her.
Before Rose knew what was happening, the Doctor kissed her again, moving his hands from her shoulders in order to dip her at the waist. This time, the kiss was much longer and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers brushing the soft hair at the back of his head.
When he finally pulled away from her, both of them breathless, he asked "Does that answer your question?"
She nodded at first to give herself time to get her breath back. "It does," she replied, "but," she continued, her expression becoming mischievous, "it never hurts to be thorough. I think a follow-up is in order here."
The Doctor grinned. "Has anyone ever told you that you would make an excellent interrogator?"
"Just shut up and kiss me," Rose grinned.