"What are you wearing those for?"
She glanced down at her feet, bare except for a pair of cheap flip flops she'd purchased at the corner store. She looked back to his face furrowed in a confused near-pout and shrugged. "Easy access."
"Rose," he whined, stepping closer to her. "You cannot wear those! There is absolutely no structural support to them. Nothing for your feet. And what if we have to make a quick dash? You can't hardly run in those!"
She put her hands on her hips. "Doctor, we're just going to the beach, yeah? We shouldn't need to run." Even as the words left her mouth, she knew how illogical it was. She was with the Doctor. They would always find trouble. They would always need to run for it. He opened his mouth probably to point out the same thing, but she cut him off. "'Sides, if we need to make a run for it, I'll just kick 'em off and run barefoot, alright?"
The pout was still on his face as she slipped past him out the doors of the TARDIS. The burning sand made her pull back for a moment, but she pushed herself out into the sun.
"Is the easier access worth it?" She jumped when he murmured in her ear. Ignoring him, she squared her shoulders and moved farther out onto the beach.
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The door vibrated under them as he pinned her to it, kissing her neck. She let out a gasp of a giggle before shoving him back farther into the room. Her hand went to the button on her shorts as her eyes went to his in challenge.
They both blurred into motion, playing their favorite game: who could get naked the fastest. His pants got stuck on his trainers, and he almost fell over trying to tug them off. He bent down to yank at the laces.
Rose tossed her top at him, kicked off her flip flops, shimmied out of her shorts and dove for the bed before him. A moment later he caught up, plastering himself over her. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her hands in his hair.
"Easier access? Definitely worth it."
He shut her up with another kiss.