Chapter 3

"Well?" she prompts.

The Doctor scratches behind his ear nervously. "I meant what I said. If you want me too, I'll take you out to dinner. You can wear your Sexy – I mean, lovely, lovely – new dress, and we'll have the most romantic date in the most romantic restaurant in the whole universe."

She raises an eyebrow. "Right, but what do you want?"

He blinks at her and doesn't say anything.

"You said, if I want you to, you'll take me. Which implies you'll only do it if I want you to."

"Well, I'm hardly going to take you somewhere against your will am I?" he counters, confused at what her issue with the idea is.

"That's not what I meant. I meant, would you ever take me because you want to, or is it just because you think I want you to?"

"I don't think you want to, I know you do," he insists.

"I don't," she murmurs quietly.

"What?" he replies, deflated by her response.

"I don't want you to take me out on a romantic date."

"But I thought you said..." he trails off. He's thoroughly confused now.

"No," she says. She needs to test him.

"Oh. Ok," he replies, cursing the tone of disappointment he knows is evident in his voice, and turning away from her. We'd just been caught up in the moment, he tells himself. It didn't mean anything.

"What?" Rose says from behind him.

"What?" he echoes.

"Did you sounded...are you disappointed?" Ok, maybe he does want to do something romantic for once...

"What? No. No, of course not," he lies, tugging at his ear.

He's such a liar. "Doctor."

He doesn't answer her.

"Doctor," she repeats.

He reluctantly turns around to look at her. "Yes?"

"Should I go get dressed?"

"Huh?" She is dressed...

"For our date. Congratulations, you passed the test."

"Wha – I thought you just said..."

"Don't believe everything you hear, Doctor," she tells him, mock-seriously.

"But you...wait, you don't lie to me."

She raises an eyebrow again. "You know that time when Jack was travelling with us and some weird alien computer-like device of yours got broken?"


"And I blamed him?"


She smirks, biting her lip. "Sorry."

"Wh – what! Rose Tyler, it was you?"

"Yeah. It was his fault really though. He was chasing me and I slipp - "

"He was what?"

She blinks at him, surprised at his reaction, but pleased that for some absurd reason, he's still angry with Jack, and not shouting at her. "He was chasing me," she repeats slowly, as if talking to a toddler.

"Why?" he asks. He knows that he shouldn't feel so possessive, but...

She frowns, trying to remember. "I don't was a long time ago. Oh wait! I remember! He'd found this sprig of mistletoe stuck to that Victorian dress I wore for Christmas in Cardiff – well, what I thought was going to be Naples...anyway. Yeah. God knows why he was looking through that section of the wardrobe, but...anyway, he was chasing me with it and...and why are you staring at me like that?"

He clears his throat. "Like what?" he croaks out.

"Like you want to...I dunno...are you ok? You like you're going to have a stroke."

"I'm fine."

He can't be this angry about me breaking his stupid device thing can he? And what was that face for when I told him about Jack chasing me around with mistletoe...oh.


A thought suddenly occurs to her. "Wait a sec. You're not...jealous, are you?"

"Jealous?" he squeaks out in a rather undignified fashion, he admits. "Time Lords don't get jealous, Rose."

"Yeah, well, I'm betting that Time Lords don't usually want to take their human, female companions out for a romantic meal either. I think you're an exception to the rule, Doctor."

"Yes well. It's just...Rose. I asked you a question once. About Jack. Were you lying then, too?" he asks.

She recalls said question. He'd asked her something about 'dancing' and Jack and she'd been quick to reassure him, just like she is now. "God no! No, I was telling the truth. He never...well, let's just say, I think your 'Hands off the Blonde' death glares were a good enough warning for him."

"Evidently not warning enough..." the Doctor mutters under his breath. " were running away from him, then?"


"If he was chasing you, that implies you were running away from him."

"Oh right. Yeah, I was."


"What?" Now it's Rose's turn to feel confused.

"He was know. And you were good friends. A kiss under the mistletoe wouldn't mean much, would it?"

She's lost as to where this conversation is going, but she answers with the truth. "I didn't want to kiss him. Like you said, we were good friends by that point. It would've been weird. Quite nice, I suppose – he was a bit sexy. But still. Weird."

The Doctor appears to contemplate this for a moment. He steps towards her, hands in his pockets to appear casual but he's standing no more than a foot away, so really, it doesn't work. "We're good friends. And I am also rather sexy. Would it be weird if I kissed you?"

Her breath hitches. "Um..." Hell, no, she thinks.

He leans forward, wiggling his eyebrows conspiratorially. "Or just...'quite nice?'"

She smiles at him, teasing him right back. "I suppose there's only one way to find out," she says. "But it's different, anyway."

"Yeah?" he whispers, and his face is so close to hers now that it takes her a moment to regulate her breathing so that she can speak again.

"Yeah," she replies shakily, looking to the floor.

"How so?" A hand leaves his pocket to tentatively lift her chin so that he can meet her eyes.

"Well, we're not just good friends, are we?" she answers and questions at the same time. She's a bit unsure of why she said it though. She knows how she feels about him, but there's no way he feels the same about her. No way.

"No?" he replies. He lets his hand linger at her chin for a moment, before stroking her jawline softly.

"No," insists Rose, her eyes imploring his, searching for some sort of recognition to that fact in his eyes, so that she doesn't look like a complete fool.

She's astounded that she finds it.

"No. No, I suppose we aren't," he admits quietly.

"There's something else. Here. Between us. Isn't there?" she continues, with a bit more confidence thanks to his admission.

"I think there is, yeah," he says, and she detects a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Is that a bad thing?" she asks nervously.

"Yes," he replies, and her heart almost shatters. Until she hears what he says next, and then it positively soars. "Because one day I'll have to let you go. And I don't think I can do that. I think I love you too much."

"" she splutters, her hands coming out to grip his shoulders for balance in case her legs give way. She thinks she could quite possibly pass out right now; she's in so much shock.

"I love you, Rose Tyler," he whispers.

" don't...wait. No. Yes. No. Are you sure?" she asks.

He chuckles quietly at her disbelief and jumbled response. "I've never been surer of anything in my life. I'm one-hundred-per-cent, completely positively sure."

"Do you mean a friend, or...?" she asks, unwilling to let her heart and mind presume something only to have it pulled away from her if he suddenly tells her he's only joking.

He frowns. "Does a man who loves his friend like a friend want to do...this?" he murmurs.

And that's when he does it.

That's when the Doctor kisses Rose Tyler.

And it's not just any old kiss. Oh no. This is The Kiss. The Kiss; the very one that should be documented and filed away and brought out on special occasions to show the rest of the universe exactly what they are missing. It's The Kiss of her life. And it's The Kiss of his life. And it's bloody brilliant.

Tongues clash and noses bump and two mouths are explored in a very thorough manner, in has to be said. His hands come up to cradle her face as he draws her closer, and she grasps the lapels of his jacket, pressing her body into his, desperately wanting to be closer and closer and closer to him...

Why has he waited this long to snog her? Why? They have been missing out...

Eventually pulling back to inhale some oxygen, Rose answers him breathlessly. "I dunno. Maybe if he's just very curious by nature and has an oral fixation..."

He laughs outright at that. "You still don't believe me? You were the one who said there's something more between us than just friendship, Rose Tyler."

"Yeah, well, right now there is," she smirks, gesturing to his lower body with a tilt of her head. He tries to look scandalised at her words, but actually he's sort of grinning, a faint blush tainting his cheeks. Then she answers him properly. "I thought there was...for me, but I never thought...oh god. I never thought you"

He rests his forehead against hers, one hand trailing up her arm, the other resting on her hip, securing her body close to his. "Believe me, I've wanted to kiss you for a very long time now."



"When was the first time you wanted to kiss me?"

He considers this for a moment. "When you stepped into this room wearing that beautiful dress – when you thought we were going to Naples and I ended up taking you to meet good old Charlie. The very dress that you said Jack found some mistletoe stuck to," he adds, scowling slightly.

"Really? Why didn't you?"

"Weeelll, I...I suppose I didn't think I had an excuse to. I didn't spot that mistletoe, after all."

"No, but there was a hell of a lot of mistletoe around when we fought that werewolf."

"Ah. Yes, good point."

"And before that, actually, at Christmas at Mum's."


"And there was New Year's. Everyone kisses at midnight on New Year's. That could've been a good excuse."

"Yeah...I did consider it. But...well, Jackie was there and I thought I'd get another slap, so..."

"And then there've been countless times where we were reunited after being separated. A reunion kiss would have been allowed."

"True," he replies, nodding.

"And then all those times I've been chased, kicked, punched, and almost devoured by aliens. It would only have been polite to kiss me then. You know, to show me how grateful you were at how I'd survived."

"Yeah, I suppose..."

"And then all those people who I've seen you get jealous of. You could've kissed me then, you know – show 'em that I weren't available...Mickey, Adam, Jack, that Prince Xio the Third of Merhaisia, King Henry the Eighth, President Clinton- eugh, that was weird – erm, who else...oh! William Blake, Christopher Columbus, Julius Caesar, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Paul McCartney, Prince Arthur of Camelot..." she tells him, counting off the people using her fingers.

"Yes, yes, ok. I get the picture."

"And then there have been all those times, all those moments – like that one earlier, in my bedroom, when you were doing up my dress – where there's been that feeling, that gorgeous tension; you could have kissed me at any of those times too, you know. You could've...I dunno...used the excuse 'because I can.' That would've worked."

He looks at her, a small smile on his face. "I've wasted so much time, haven't I?"

"Yeah. I've been waiting for this a long time, too, you know. I mean, I know you kissed the vortex out of me, and Cassandra gave you a passionate snog whilst in control of my body, neither of which I can you've already got two up on me. Which isn't very fair," she informs him, smiling when his nose nuzzles hers.

"Mmm," he murmurs in response, about to kiss her again.

"I love you too, by the way," she tells him softly, and he beams at her widely, before capturing her lips with his once more.

Rose reckons that curiosity is a rather wondrous thing.

And no cats died that night.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Review? Pretty please? One could say that one's curious to see what you think of one's story, but that would be far too cheesy. And god knows why one is suddenly speaking like the thinks one's in a rather odd is rather late at night. Well. Exceptionally early in the morning, actually.

Anyways, nitey nite. Much love xxx