Sat across from the doctor, Rose watched him fumbling with his ear distractedly, trying to fix a problem in the Tardis that he had described at length to Rose who had just nodded, bemused, not understanding a word. She couldn't help smiling to herself watching his nervous little mannerisms. He paused in his work and looked at Rose. She looked suddenly away, turning as fast as she could back to her book and raising it slightly as she could feel a flush rising up her cheeks. Had he seen her watching him? She risked a glance back over to him. He was stood frowning at a pile of wires laid in front of him, running his hand across his forehead to wipe away the small beads of sweat that had formed there. Rose inhaled sharply, the doctor was stood wiping away his sweat and unknowingly smearing oil across his face in the process. He stood looking dirty and 'somehow' Rose thought 'more intoxicating than he has ever looked'. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"Ok, now I really think it's broken?" said the Doctor, abandoning his post to sit with Rose and admire his mess.
Rose forced back a smile and with an attempt and seriousness and concern replied,
"Oh? Not any better then?"
"Oh no. No, no, no much worse. I think it was alright until I tried to fix it." Answered the Doctor with a look of boyish guilt.
Rose could hardly look at him, his boyish grin, his innocent charm, his piercing stare, that stare that made her weak at the knees, made her whole body tense and tingle. No. She mustn't think of it. But god she wanted to touch him, she wanted to run her hands over his chest, grab him and pull him into her, hold him close so that their bodies would be pressed together, every moment echoed in each other. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, feel his lips against her, run her nails down his back.
"Are you alright?" asked the Doctor leaning in towards her. "You're breathing heavily, are you ill?"
"I'm good", sighed Rose "better than good, I'm…fine." Her whole body seemed to ache with longing. She had to get out before she did or said something stupid…or more stupid that the vacant mutterings that she had just spoken. But as she looked over to the Doctor, ready to make an excuse to leave he leant in to her, he was close, she could smell the oil on his face, see each eyelash surrounding those inescapable eyes. His hand was gently on her forehead, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She felt like she would melt under his soft caress.
"Hmm…you feel a bit hot. Better hop off to bed I think."
Rose could feel the embarrassment burning inside her, she had actually thought he was going to kiss her. She jerkily left her seat and walked away from him, with a single look back long enough to see his caring smile.
"Don't ever mention hopping again." She said with a sly smile.
---This is only the first chapter, let me know if it's any good and if I should carry on with it.