Rose still couldn't believe it.
Once again the question of "Where next?" had been put to her. So somewhere hot and sunny with nothing attacking them for once. This certainly qualified. They'd been here for hours now and nothing had gone wrong; no strange looking and terrible beasts from the pits of hell.
Well, the Doctor was looking strange, but definitely not terrible.
He'd traded the usual brown suit and trainers for almost girlishly short and tight denim cut-offs. A white tank-top was all that remained of his usual multiple shirts and his white blouse was over that unbuttoned all the way down so it flopped back, showing off a flat stomach nicely.
If Jack was here he'd be drooling.
Hell, she was almost drooling.
The Doctor was happily oblivious to her staring, leaning back on his elbows against the warm salt-sprayed dock with long legs bent at the knee, hanging over the end of the dock so he could kick every wave.
The sun on this planet made his skin glow. He'd happily informed her his species didn't sunburn and apparently they didn't tan either. He was just as pale as when they'd arrived that morning while she was turning honey colored. Whatever was in that sunscreen he'd given her worked like a charm.
Rose went back to staring at the Doctor. It really wasn't fair; one of the hottest blokes she'd ever known and he was totally oblivious to the fact.
He suddenly flopped back all the way and he sighed, smiling to himself without showing any teeth. From where she was lying on her stomach a little ways back, she almost growled. This was not fair!
Rose stared longingly another moment. His hair was rippling in the slight sea breeze, flopping every which way. It almost looked black against his skin and the white sunlight.
What the hell.
Rose reached out and ran her fingers through his hair.
The Doctor blinked once, then looked back at her.
"Rose…"
She shut him up with a kiss.
After a tense moment he kissed her back. He was warm for once, heated by the sun. She could feel it as her arms slipped around his neck. Somehow they'd both sat up and she ended up in his lap, smooth palms and long fingers smoothing over her back in long strokes up and down her spine, stopping to tease at the ties to her bikini top.
Oh. You noticed what I'm wearing now? Took you a while.
She gasped when the tip of his tongue brushed at her lips and slid past to taste her throat. That part of him hadn't warmed up in the least, it felt like ice.
A sudden splash startled them away from each other to see a sailboat gliding past.
"We need to get off the dock."