A/N: Doctor/Rose Valentine's Day fluff. BECAUSE I CAN. A fictional planet full of otherwordly roses seems pretty ideal, doesn't it? I can just imagine him remembering this place, bouncing up and down in the TARDIS with excitement because he wanted her to see it so badly...
Words: 401
Characters: Rose, Ten
Time: Season 2 ish
Genre: Friendship
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to whoever owns Doctor Who. Not me.
She opened the TARDIS door to a sea of flowers.
And not just any flowers - it was a sea of roses, of all sizes and shades, flowing into the distance, as colorful as an ocean of spilled paints. She gasped and whipped around to look at the Doctor, who was grinning broadly as he leaned against the TARDIS, hands in his pockets.
"Where are we?" she said, unable to take it all in. "Doctor, this is…"
"I just thought, after everything that's happened, we could… stop and smell the roses for a bit?" he said innocently, strolling into the flower-fields and extending his hand to her.
Before long they were running, finding narrow paths through the maze of petals and stems. A red rose held between his teeth, the Doctor wiggled one eyebrow suggestively and Rose nearly collapsed; she plucked it from his teeth with her own and winked, only spitting it out when she couldn't stop laughing at his astonished expression. He chased her to a field of pink and yellow flowers – all pink and yellow and Rose, that's what you are, he teased. Then they stopped in a towering forest, the rose petals under their feet as big as tables and the stems as thick as trees beside them. Imagine how much these would sell for on Valentine's Day, Rose wondered aloud, and the Doctor mimed ripping one from the ground and staggering with its weight. Will you be my Valentine, Rose? They passed roses as tiny and fragile as raindrops, and the Doctor danced and pranced on his toes so as not to crush any.
At last they crested a tall hill, the top of which was bare of flowers. It was a glorious view, but she thought the empty peak seemed a bit lonely, without any roses.
"Oh, but up here is the most lovely rose of all," the Doctor replied when she spoke her thoughts aloud. Rose frowned.
"What d'you - "
He was smiling at her, ear to ear, his eyes sparkling. Rose laughed again, punching him lightly in the arm.
"You are such a flirt," she said, shaking her head. But she couldn't help herself. She bit her tongue as she smiled; she jumped into his arms and let him spin her around, thinking of nothing but the feel of his arms around her and the smell of roses in the air.