Wow, ok I am proud of this one. It kicks off my new what if series, and it was unofficially dubbed my 'Sexxi Story' by me and my friends. Enjoy it!

"Yea well that's me! New New Doctor!" All he has to do is flash her that cheeky smile that makes Rose's heart thrum, and even with Cassandra pressing against her mind, it was made up. Well, not so much made up, but the two beings residing inside of it had come to a mutual agreement.

They want to kiss him, a right proper snog.

However, with Cassandra in charge, there's none of the usual self-control that Rose relies on to keep from hungrily attacking The Doctor's face every five minutes.

Apparently this is a good thing, or at least it is according to Cassandra. She's helping them, she rationalized. Cajoling them into a bright new tomorrow. They both want it, she had seen it in Rose's thoughts mere seconds ago, and she had seen it in The Doctor's eyes last time.

So despite Rose's screams of protest, begging Cassandra to stop, she puts out her, or rather Rose's, sexiest voice, declaring "yes, you are…" before launching the attack on his lips.

Her hands reach up to grasp his face, keeping him in place. Her lips push against him, desperate and hungry.

His response was almost instantaneous, his first reaction being shock, but as soon as Cassandra presses her lips to his with a little more pressure, he responds. With wild, animalistic passion, his hands fly, one to tangle in her hair, the other pressing against the small of her back, pushing her body flush against his.

As it were, Cassandra's hold on Rose's mind was slipping, what with all of the pent up tension and passion being released in one singular action and all, so when The Doctor manages to push apart her lips with a seeking tongue, all hell breaks loose.

Rose's mind, all smooshed up behind Cassandra's highly invasive persona, finds strength in The Doctor's kiss, and in one great mental shove, pushes Cassandra out of the way. With her mind effectively in control, Rose turned her full attention, and affection, back to The Doctor, and the positively wondrous things he's doing with his tongue.

Throwing herself back into the frenzy of heat that is their kiss, Rose decidedly moved her hands from his face, where Cassandra had originally placed them, and threw them into his hair. Twirling the hair at the nape of his neck with one hand, and sufficiently mussing the rest of his chestnut locks with the other, Rose allowed The Doctors tongue to mingle with hers, eliciting a soft moan from both parties.

His exploration is thorough, and Rose is weak in the knees by the time he pauses for a breath. Their respite is not a long one, however, and they are both quick to regain the lip lock. Tongues dueling for dominance, neither one care about the other patients in the ward, and the disgusted looks pointed their way.

Yet there was still the small problem of Cassandra's psych refusing to remain tucked into the recesses of Rose's head. Struggling against the mental chains binding her to the corner of Rose's mind, Cassandra quickly comes to the realization that Rose would not be relenting her seat of power any time soon, if at all. With this in mind, she takes the only logical course of action, she flees.

Using a nifty little trick her use of the psychograft lets her acquire, Cassandra promptly transfers her psychic energy in to the nearest life form, namely The Doctor. Upon entering, Cassandra finds herself bombarded by a wave of passion. However, this was quickly remedied by commandeering his mind; which results in a flurry of profanities and a mentally incapacitated Doctor.

Rose however, oblivious to the sudden change in The Doctors minds occupants, continued her ministrations. Only when The Doctor, or rather, The Doctor's body, leapt backwards did she start to clue in.

"Humph, so much for wanting to restrain yourself, see how well my methods work, darling." The Doctor exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch to accommodate for the strain Cassandra was willing on his vocals.

I am sorry for cutting your little party short. You see, I'm not one to kiss girls." He continued. At this last statement Rose's jaw hit the floor, so to speak.

"Cassandra did you- what have- get out of him right now!" Rose splutters stumbling backwards in a vain attempt to ward off the evil Cassandra's presence represents.

The Doctor, still held prisoner in his mind by Cassandra, gives a silent cheer for Rose's bravery, and feels himself overcome with awe for this brilliant little human once again.

"Ugh, god. For a man whose race was known for being emotionally detached, he's extremely sappy. Cassandra mutters, before raising her voice to address Rose. "Where would I go? You keep shoving me into a corner; the only other suitable people here are that fat red man, and his snobby assistant!"

"Cassandra, at this point, I don't really care. What about that skin from earlier, you know, that piece of your-"

"Ahhh! Chip! Glad you could join us. Actually, you might be just what we need…" Cassandra cries out, stopping Rose mid-sentence to announce the arrival of her faithful clone servant. As Cassandra flies into Chip, Rose is able to witness the process, and was astounded that she had not seen the shimmering aura that surrounded The Doctor as Cassandra engulfed him.

With The Doctor was finally free of Cassandra's grasp on his mind, he gave a great shake, relishing in the ability to move his own body again. When that's done, he turns to face Chip, now Cassandra, but not before catching Rose staring at him, something akin to devotion and possibly, lust, shining in her eyes.

"Cassandra…" he starts, ready to chastise her on the ethical and mental detriment her ordeal has caused. However, before he could finish, or even start, his monologue, Cassandra is talking again. "Well, that was quite the ordeal! Anyways, I must be- oh! Rather unusual. It se-Ah!-ms that Chip is dyi-Oh!-ng. I haven't got mu-Gah!-ch longer now." By the end of her declaration, Cassandra is doubled over in pain, one hand on her heart, the other pressed against her forehead ever so dramatically.

"However, Rose dear, I would like to point something out." She seeths, though not in malice. Her voice strained from the pain, she forged ahead. "Seeing as you two will probably continue on as if nothing happened today - Don't deny it! I saw inside both your heads! You should know something. He loves you. He might not want to admit it, god knows he's been repressing everything for so long, but it's true. And I know for a fact you love him back."

Rose glanced up at The Doctor, to find him peering down at her incredulously. After staring back, gob-smacked, for a few moments, Rose can feel the beginnings of a blush creeping onto her features. The Doctor smiles sheepishly, and hesitantly takes her hand in his. She grins broadly, and grasps his palm as tight as she can. "There!" Both heads snap back towards Cassandra, who has a smile on her face, despite be doubled over in pain. "Well, there'll be no denying it now. Uggghhh!" Through her final cry of pain Cassandra stumbles backwards. Her breathing now labored, she heaves one final sigh, before crumpling to the floor in a surprisingly graceful motion.

Rose walks over, and quietly pulls her eyelids down, so she looks almost as if she were sleeping peacefully. As Rose stands back up, The Doctor walks over, and places a gentle hand on her waist. She smiles warmly at him, before glancing around and remembering their purpose.

"Right!" The Doctor suddenly exclaims, remembering as well. "Mystery to solve, and all that. C'mon, there'll be time to mourn later; right now I've got a sinking feeling this hospital is hiding something." Rose jumps a little in surprise at his outburst, and then laughs as he drags her towards a computer, Sonic in hand.

…

As the pair flings open the TARDIS doors, the faint smell of apple grass lingering in the air, its smiles all around. "Everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives!" the Doctor crows happily. Rose laughs in agreement, and pulls The Doctor in for another one of their bone crushing 'we did it' hugs. This time however, as Rose is about to pull away, The Doctor leans down, and captures her lips with his. It's chaste, and not nearly as long as Rose would have liked, but it says everything they need to.

As they pull away, Rose smiles up at The Doctor and says in a soft voice "She was right, you know. About us. Or at least me. I would have liked telling you to be a bit more romantic, but I suppose we both know I could never have gotten the courage for that. I love you, Doctor."

The Doctor lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Leaning his head down so that their foreheads touch, he slowly begins, voice wavering. "I… I never thought I'd say this again, but I know that I mean it. Rose Tyler, I love you. "

At his declaration, Rose throws her arms around The Doctor, attacking his lips with an ardent fervor. It was passionate and clumsy and oh, so very them. As he brought his arms to wrap around her waist, a million butterflies exploded into her stomach. Her hands slide into his hair, and they stumble backward, Rose leaning against a coral strut for support.

As their kisses turn open mouthed, The Doctor lets his hands wander. Pausing briefly on her bum, their quest ends on her thighs, and he makes short work of hoisting them up. With Rose's thighs wrapped snugly around his waist, his attention turned to her neck. Licking and nipping his way down from her jaw, his mouth takes up residence in the curve where her shoulder and neck meet. A low moan slips out of rose's mouth and she tugs The Doctors hair, bringing his face back up to hers. The Doctor uses Rose's grip on his waist to lean back from the wall, and they stumble into the hallway that leads to their rooms.

The Doctor pulls back, suddenly unsure of his actions. They've stopped in front of a door, marked with Gallifreyan symbols. Rose kisses his neck appreciatively, giving way to a moan from The Doctor, but he remains still. "Rose, are you- are you positive you want to do this? I mean, once we cross this boundary… there's no going back." His voice is quiet, and as Rose looks in his eyes, she sees the smallest glimmer of hope behind a cloud of doubt.

"Doctor, I have never been more positive of anything. Now open that door, and have your way with me." She replies, a devilish grin lighting up her face. She rearranges her hips against his, and he's sold. Dragging the door open with one hand, the other placed almost possessively on Rose's bum, he enters his room.

And… well. You can imagine what happens next.

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