First English story – if there's some mistakes, I' m sorry.
Doctor Who's not mine (but he is asking, my answer is "yes").
The Doctor was babbling for several minutes about the touching contact between Honomontars et Karpistes when Rose left a hand. The Doctor stopped in the middle of the sentence, lips parted like a fish.
- Doctor, I must tell you.
- Tell what?
- I'm tired.
- Of what?
- We landed here, 28 hours ago, and meet about fifty people, been prisoners, then freed, then adopted with that big banquet... And now... well, I want my bed.
- Oh, sorry. Yes. Your bed. So. Nighty night.
- And you. But...
- But what?
- And you. I mean it.
- Pardon?
- I want you. No, not like that, added Rose when his face blanked. I want you next to me.
- Why?
- It was a bit weird in that prison and... well, I would be more comfortable with you in the same room.
- I knew it, you've been scared! You lied.
- Yeah. But you lied too. You said that Honomontars are friendly. You simply forgot that they're only friendly with their own species!
- At the end, we've been adopted by them.
- Better sit a the party than roasting in the barbecue, yeah? So, me, sleepy?
- Well, I suppose you remember where your room is. I follow. But... Maybe a shower will do the thing?
- It's your polite way to tell me that I stink, yeah?
- Yeah.
- To be fair...
She made a sign in front of him. His clothes were so muddy that stripes barely visible.
- Thanks, he said with a smug.
Fifteen minutes later, he knocked at her door and she let him in.
- When I asked you to pass the night here, I won't have believed you'd come with your suit. And a tie.
- I don't have pyjamas.
- Really? But...
- I sleep without.
- Oh. Well. The suit... suits you.
- Thanks. I like the pyjama.
She pulled over the sheets and he stares. She stares as well, then put off lights. In the dark, she pulled his hand to make him sit down. On the sheets.
- Thanks to stay. 'Night, Doctor.
After a couple of minutes, her breathing started to slow and the mind of the Doctor drifted. He did not know when he fallen asleep.
In the middle of the night, he wakes up brutally. He was clinging at a soft and warm... body? He felt a mass of hair in his neck and on his left shoulder. He realised at that point that he wasn't wearing is tie. Or his vest. Or... his suit. He tried to leave, but a soft hand brushed his cheek. Caught!
- To late, Doctor.
- You planed this!
- Well... not really. But now it's done, I'm happy.
- Not me.
Rose pushed him hard and asked why.
- I don't remember a thing!
- Oh. You want a resume?
- No. Another demonstration.
- Fair enough.