Rose Tyler stands in the kitchen of the TARDIS, baking cookies. She, as usual, is thinking about the Doctor. She is wondering how long the God damned sexual tension would last, how long it would be before one of them cracked.
The timer dings, and Rose pulls out a steaming pan of chocolate chip cookies. She sets them on the counter to cool, and collapses into a kitchen chair.
The Doctor. Tousled brown hair, puppy dog brown eyes. A freckle on his right ear, which he tugged on when he was nervous.
She had fallen in love with him in his past regeneration, and had, if possible, fallen for him even more in this younger one. He was a little bit foxy this time around, and younger, which was good. Plus you had to factor in the way her hand fit into his perfectly, almost like they had been made for each other.
During when she was much stressed, about some adventure, or about the Doctor, which, she had to admit, was what she was usually stressed about, she had had flings. There had been Adam, and Jack, and when they visited her mother, Mickey.
But for her, it was always the Doctor, and always would be.
Speaking of which, he bounds into the kitchen, a banana in hand, a smile on his face.
"ROSE! ROSE! ROSE! RO-"
She stares at him. He notices her sitting at the table. He tugs his ear (adorably, she thinks.)
"Oh! There you are. I was looking for you. I wanted to ask you about pears. Aren't they revolting? I mean, they're green. No respectable fruit should be green. It's just wrong."
Rose listens to him rant about pears, and thinks about how much she wants to kiss him right then, with the taste of bananas on his lips. Must be delicious, she thinks.
The Doctor suddenly realizes that Rose is, in fact, not listening to his little rant.
Ugh. Pears. So nasty. What is Rose doing? Why is she staring at my lips? Do I have something on them? Oh, God. I do. I bet this whole time I've had something on my chin, and Rose is refraining from laughing, because she's nice. God, she looks sexy. She has chocolate on her nose. How adorable. Wait. What? Time Lords do NOT think such thoughts about their lovely blonde companions, no matter HOW adorable they look. Or sexy.
He shakes his head to clear it of such thoughts, and looks at Rose.
"Do I have something on my lips?"
Rose turns bright red.
"No..."
"Then why were you staring at them?"
Rose is still red, and he wonders why.
"Ummm… Well, I, you, err…"
The Doctor decides to change the subject.
"Well, whatever! Let's go decide where to go!"
So Rose and the Doctor bound to the console room, and the Doctor dances around, selecting buttons to push and the like, while Rose watches him, thinking he looks quite sexy.
They land wherever they land and Rose and the Doctor run out of the TARDIS, hands clasped.
A blond woman throws herself at him. The Doctor squints in surprise.
"DOCTOR! Do you remember me?"
The Doctor does not look like he remembers her at all. The blonde stares up at him in anticipation.
"Err… Why, of course I do! How are you?"
And to Rose's surprise, the blonde kisses him. Her Doctor.And, to make matters worse, the Doctor is kissing her back.
While Rose gapes at them, the Doctor is kissing a random person. Who is quite a good kisser. Her lips taste like BANANAS! Wow. I wonder if Rose tastes like bananas… Wait. ROSE!
The Doctor breaks away from this random person, and turns to his blonde companion. She is watching, and there is hurt on her face.
Oh no. I really did it this time.
The other blond person, the one he was snogging, was looking quite dreamy.
Hmmm, am I a good kisser? Probably. I mean, I AM the Last Time Lord. I can move my lips pretty sweetly, baby.
The Other Blond was shaking Rose's hand.
"Hello! I'm Karen!"
Karen? Don't remember her…
Rose and Karen were chatting away like women do, and the Doctor was trying to remember who this person was. Suddenly, Karen was snogging him again, and really, who cared who she was? She was an amazing kisser. Rose felt a pang go through her.
Because she loves him. More then anything.
And he doesn't love her.
Oh how I wish
Oh how I wish
Oh how I wish, that was me
Oh how I wish, that was me
A/N
Another story. Tell me what you think, and if I should continue