A/N: This is a two-shot, starring our favourite pairing of them all – the Doctor and Rose Tyler :D Lovely romance-y fluff - my speciality, I'm told (I think by that they meant it's the only thing I can write lol) I hope you enjoy it.
They really, really shouldn't have done that.
He knows that. Now. But they had been drinking, and...weeelll. You know what human females are like when they've been drinking.
He couldn't stop it, he rationalises now. He couldn't have just...rejected it. Her.
He is in so much trouble. What's he going to do? She's going to hate him.
Uh-oh...She'll think he took advantage of her or something.
But yes he did. She was drunk. He was too. But not as much. She's a twenty year old human girl. He's supposed to be a responsible 902 year old Time Lord. Show her the universe, hold her hand, hug her a lot. But nothing more. He's supposed to be better at this. He's not supposed to want more. She's his companion. Nothing more. He's her tour guide. Her friend. She was drunk; he should've controlled himself. Ergo, he took advantage...
Although, she had been rather up for it...
No. No. No no no. She was drunk. It didn't mean anything. She was drunk.
And now he has a problem.
He can't move. At all. Their legs are entangled and her arms are wrapped around his waist, securing him to her. Her head is on his chest and his chin his resting on her head and he wonders what he can possibly do to make this right.
It's funny though, because right now he thinks that this is exactly what is right. Lying like this, together. In his bed. It's...it's...well, it's something that should have happened before, and should happen again. Because it's right. It's him and her and it's right.
Except, it isn't, because she was drunk.
Everything had been normal. Just a normal, ordinary day for the two of them, where they'd almost got eaten by some big, scary monster, but managed to escape at the last moment. And then Rose had suggested they find a nice, quiet pub somewhere in England, just for a change, you know. Calm her nerves and that. So they had arrived at said pub, in a nice, quiet, (boring) country village, and they had sat together in one of the booths and drank a bottle of wine between them.
(Anyone observing them in those moments would have surely realised they are in love with each other, what with the way she was huddled close to him and hanging on his every word, laughing and smiling and bumping shoulders and laughing some more at shared memories and fairytales and jokes.
But they aren't...
So that's beside the point.)
And then he had mentioned this party planet called Alcopop, and Rose had laughed and said "You must be joking!" and he had insisted that he most certainly was not, and he would prove it. Her eyes had lighted up with mischief and she had grinned that beautiful grin of hers and really, he should've known there and then that this would be a mistake.
(It wasn't a mistake.)
(Wait. Yes. Yes. Yes it was. Is. It was and still is a mistake. Very mistake-ish. Very.)
And so he led her back to the TARDIS and set the course for Alcopop. When they arrived, she'd wanted to go off exploring immediately, but he grabbed hold of her hand and told her that she had to stay close to him, in case she drank something undrinkable for humans.
(Yeah. That had been a lie. Everything on Alcopop was declared fit for human consumption about eighty years previously, after the last of that dodgy aphrodisiac-brandy had been disposed of.
He just wanted to make sure she kept hold of his hand so that she wouldn't go off with some other man.
He gets a bit jealous, you see.)
Anyway, he showed Rose all the sights, let her taste a bit of the Huii race's gorgeous 'Errlum,' and even gave in to her and her big brown eyes when she begged him to dance with her. She had dragged him onto the dance floor of one particular party beach and he was twirling her around and holding her close and it was beautiful...
"I bet you love this, really," she murmured, her breath whispering teasingly against his neck as they swayed to the music, her in his arms.
He swallowed nervously. "What's that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light and free from any underlying huskiness.
"Dancing, obviously," she replied.
(Just dancing with her, he reckoned.)
"Oh," he said.
"You're better at it this time 'round," she commented.
"Mmm," he replied distractedly, noticing something. His hands were dangerously low on her back right now. He should move them
further up. That would be safer. Yes.
He let his hands lightly trace the curve of her spine as he brought his hands upwards, and he felt her shiver in his arms. "Are you cold?" he asked, completely missing the obvious.
She pulled back to look at him. "Um..." she started.
"Come on, let's go get some drinks," he said.
After consuming some fancy-looking cocktails and a few rounds of shots, they were both laughing hysterically and more than a little bit tipsy. They'd been looking around the planet's greatest hotspots, and decided they wanted to sit down for a bit and relax. They were sitting at the bottom of the beach now, away from the crowds, their legs submerged in the shallow depths of the purple waters, a bottle of wine resting between them and their full glasses in their hands.
"He wasn't really, though. You could tell it was half a llama when you looked close enough," the Doctor told her seriously, as he finished his story, and Rose broke out into fits of giggles. He laughed with her, enjoying just stopping and talking and laughing and being with Rose Tyler, his brilliant, beautiful best friend.
She leant against his side, clutching her stomach to try and control her laughter, and he brought his arm up to wrap around her shoulder. They lied down on the sand, side by side, and began to play their favourite game, Truth or Dare.
Even after several interesting questions, each one getting more and more personal or absurd, and a number of humiliating confessions, they were still perfectly content to just lie there in the moonlight and chat and play and laugh.
"Ok, truth or dare?" Rose asked again.
He thought for a moment. "Truth."
"Hmmm..." Rose pondered. "Have you ever been to a strip club?" she asked, only half-joking.
"No," he answered.
"What?" she spluttered, raising herself up on her elbow to look at him.
"No. I haven't."
"What, not ever?"
"Is that a problem?" he laughed.
"No, it's just...well, I know you're an alien and everything, but I thought... You're still a man. And you've got all of time, and space, I thought you'd have...you know. Been a bit naughty now and then. Not that visiting a strip club is anything to be ashamed of or anything. In fact..." she trailed off, not knowing where she was really taking that sentence in the first place.
The Doctor looked at her, amused by her confusion. "Look, why would I need to go somewhere like that, when I have the rest of the universe – and not to mention time – at my fingertips?" She shrugged, conceding to his point. "Especially when I get to travel with a beautiful human like you," he added cheekily, winking up at her. She groaned and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. Sure," she said.
The Doctor turned onto his side so that he was facing her, and took a sip of his drink. He smiled at her gently for a moment, and she couldn't help but be lost in his eyes. He clinked his glass with hers, which snapped her out of her reverie, and she cleared her throat and drank some of her wine too. "Your turn to ask me," she said, watching him over the rim of her glass.
"Right then. Truth or dare, Rose Tyler?"
"Right...um...let's see...I know! Where would be your dream destination to visit, that we haven't yet?" he asked her happily, thinking over all the possible places he could show her.
"Oh, I dunno...you always ask me that and I can't ever think of anything. I swear you must have taken me everywhere I've ever wanted to go on Earth, and a hell of a lot more than I even dreamt existed," she replied, biting her lip, remembering all those wonderful places. "Anywhere with you turns out to be brilliant, cos, well - it's with you," she said, before checking her words. But it was true. Even earlier, when they'd almost been devoured by an alien, they'd still had a lot of fun. They sort of liked trouble, did the Doctor and Rose.
He beamed at her. "Ah, well that's good," he told her enthusiastically. She blushed a little, and he topped up their glasses with some more wine. Blue wine, by the way. Very tasty, actually. Who'd have thought?
"Truth or dare?" she asked him.
She laughed. "Neither of us are very adventurous tonight, are we? Always choosing 'truth.'"
"Oh I don't know...sometimes that can be very adventurous. When I think back on all those things I've told you when we've been playing this game in the past..." he murmured, a frown flittering over his face for a second. "So many things I never thought I'd tell anyone."
She's not 'anyone.' She's Rose.
"Guess I just have one of those faces," she grinned. "You know, loads of people would just start randomly telling me their life story, problems and all, at like...the bus stop or something. S'pose I'm a good listener, and that's why you don't mind telling me stuff," she offered as an explanation.
"Maybe. Maybe it's more than that," he whispered, smiling at her softly. She blushed again.
Maybe it's because this is something special. Maybe it's because this is lo -
"Anyway," she said, averting her eyes from his. "Um...ooh, I have a good one. Who was the last person you snogged?" she asked, her eyes alight with mischief.
He swallowed thickly. "Um...that would've been you, I think," he replied.
Her eyes widened. "Huh?" she said.
"You know, when we went to Hawaii after that business with the Wire and not-Elvis. On the beach, when that weird man was trying to...er, touch you, not taking no for an answer, and then I came along to save the day."
She tried to suppress a grin. That had been a truly beautiful moment, one that she treasured greatly. He'd come bounding along, on a beach not dissimilar-looking from this one, and turned her around abruptly to face him, before snogging her senseless, hoping the other man would get the message. She knew he'd only done it to show the 'weird man' that he had no chance with her; he hadn't actually meant something by it.
(Yeah, that was what she told herself. Just like the Doctor insisted to himself that he was not jealous, or being too possessive, he was simply helping out a friend in need.
"That was months ago," she murmured.
"Yeah, well. I'm 902 years old. Not many people go for that, it seems," he joked quietly.
"You liar – you've always got loads of admirers. I assumed you'd..."
"Well...maybe when I'm not with you...like, when I'm asleep or whatever..."
"Well, that you'd..."
They were silent for a few moments. Then a horrifying thought occurred to the Doctor. "Hang on then, who was the last person you snogged?" he asked. He cursed his voice for sounding so...so blatantly disgusted at the prospect of her kissing someone else, but he couldn't help it. He simply did not like the idea of it being someone else's lips on hers. Which was unfair really, because it wasn't like they were together or anything. But...
(He was so jealous, and very possessive...)
"You," she replied.
He grinned internally. "But that was months ago," he said, mimicking her voice.
"Haven't really had time," she explained. "Spend all my time with you, don't I? And I suppose other people assume that we're together or something, and that's why I don't get any," she laughed.
He held her gaze until her laughter died away. "Yeah," he said softly. Then he cleared his throat. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," she answered. "I'm feeling adventurous," she added cheekily.
"If you haven't kissed anyone since Hawaii, does that mean you haven't...um..." he nodded his head in a vague sort of gesture, hoping she'd pick up on what he was trying to ask.
"I haven't..." she copied him, gesturing with a tilt of her head. "...Since I've been travelling with you."
"Really?" he asked, surprised.
She smiled. "Really. Like I said. I'm with you all the time, so..."
They looked at each other meaningfully for a few moments, trying to gauge what the other was thinking.
"Rose - " he began.
"Doctor - " she said simultaneously. She giggled. "You go first."
"No, no, you go first," he insisted.
She swallowed nervously. "Um...have you ever...oh god, this is so embarrassing. But I know you said, before, that 'humans wither and die' and all that," she paused, noticing the Doctor wince.
"Rose - "
" – no, wait. This is my turn," she said, smiling light-heartedly. "So, have you ever..." she tilted her head forward again. "Danced with...um...any of your companions?" she asked nervously, before gulping down some of her drink, embarrassed.
He shook his head. "Nope," he told her.
"Not ever?" she said, almost spluttering her drink everywhere.
"Not yet," he corrected, realising what that implied but no longer caring because he loved it when she blushed like she was doing now.
She ignored the implications of that last statement and plundered on in her inquisition. "Why not ever before?"
"It's not something that has ever occurred to me. Time Lords have such long lives, and that part of mine was over centuries ago. I am quite old, you know," he laughed.
"Age is just a number," Rose retorted. She didn't remotely care that he was about forty-five times her age when he looked like he was in his thirties. "And you look good on it," she added.
He grinned at her wolfishly. "Ah, Rose Tyler thinks I've still got it. Life is good," he chuckled.
"Yeah, it is," she told him. She took another sip of her drink.
"And it's different for me, anyway," he said, watching her reaction carefully.
"What do you mean?"
"Humans are...well, they need it, want it, love it etc. For Time Lords, it's not a biological imperative for me to...well, to have sex," he explained.
"Oh, we humans just can't control ourselves," she joked, giggling into her glass.
He raised his eyebrows. "You appear to be controlling yourself alright," he remarked.
She nodded. "I bet you're so proud of me," she said sarcastically, and he grinned. "Doctor..." she then began.
"Tell me more," she said mischievously.
He choked back laughter. "Tell you more?"
"Yeah. I'm curious. How does it all work, then? With Time Lords?"
"Oh, explaining that would be far too clinical and boring. Long and short of it is, Time Lords don't really feel...er..." he floundered.
"Turned on?" Rose offered, biting her lip (teasingly, in his opinion.)
"Yeah. But..." he trailed off, tugging his ear.
"But..." he repeated, scratching his neck awkwardly.
"But?" she echoed, a note of hopefulness barely disguised in her voice.
"But...ok, this is going to sound really...odd. And very wrong. And possibly dirty..."
Rose liked the sound of this. "Go on...?" she prompted.
"I feel different. Have been feeling different for ages now. I sort of..." he trailed off again.
"When you say 'ages...'" she asked curiously.
"Since I met you," he clarified, and Rose gave herself an imaginary congratulatory pat on her back. "I sort of..." he continued.
"What?" she asked, her heart beating double time.
"I'd quite like to..." he stopped again, and he was embarrassed now.
She smiled encouragingly at him, urging him to continue. When he simply stared back at her, not saying a word, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She took his glass out of his hand, and dropped it, along with her own, so that they rolled down between them and fell into the water.
The Doctor was watching her carefully, unsure of what she was doing but letting her do it all the same. When Rose leant forward and pressed herself up against him, he suddenly had a pretty good idea, however.
(And he let her do it all the same. Because he rather liked it.)
His hand came up to rest on her hip, and as she pushed him slightly so that he rolled onto his back - her landing on top of him - his grip on her tightened.
"Rose," he began, but she cut him off with a kiss. Her hands wound their way through his hair and he responded to her kiss passionately.
She pulled back to take in some oxygen, and he looked up at her with a strange expression.
(Delight. Confusion. Anticipation. Love. Fear. Yep. All of those. Simultaneously. He was a confused man.)
"You'd quite like to...?" she whispered against his lips.
"Do that again," he answered cheerfully, before flipping them both over and covering her body with his, sealing his lips to hers once more.
A/N: Hey! Hope you liked this. More will be up asap xxx