Programming Language of Adoration and Affection

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A/N: Welcome! This is the first of a series of DoctorxRose drabbles. To get things going, we have a College!AU! This came to me after hours of staring at my code, thinking, "If only I was a Time Lord. This would be child's play."

Enjoy!

"Argh! I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" Rose growled in frustration as she gave her laptop an evil stare.

"You were the one who said you didn't want to graduate without even taking a single class together!" John protested.

"Yeah, I meant taking a fun elective together. Coding does not fall into that category." Rose replied fiercely.

"Yeah, well. You conceded that coding was a useful skill. Much more useful than that dancing elective you were trying to get me to register for I might add." John argued back.

"I would have been so much better than you, yeah?" Rose said petulantly and resumed glaring at her screen.

"Is that so?" John drawled.

"Obviously."

John then turned to face his laptop once more. A few seconds later, "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller was playing in his dorm room. John stood up and pulled Rose up flushed against his body.

"I'll have you know, Rose Tyler." John said softly but his eyes were burning intensely. "I can dance."

Rose's breath hitched but before she could fully register the close proximity of their bodies, John took a step back to twirl her around. Giggling, Rose followed suit and soon found her earlier stress fading away. Right now at this moment, it was just her, John, and Glenn Miller.

As the song was about to end, John spun her around and finished with a dip. He pulled her back up, holding her body close. Their faces were inches apart, eyes locked onto each other. John made a minute movement, intending to lean in before pulling himself back.

"Yeah, erm. Well." He said before clearing his throat. "Your code probably just has some syntax errors somewhere. I'll just look through it for you."

"O-of course. Thanks." Rose hurriedly replied, willing the burning feeling away to leave her cheeks.

"Well then. That wasn't so bad now was it?" John asked as he and Rose strolled along the river near the campus. It was the morning of their convocation ceremony, he asked Rose to meet him a few hours earlier to relish the last of their time as students together.

Rose snorted in reply, "Speak for yourself, mister future doctorate. University was hard enough without you tricking me into taking that programming elective."

"You got an A for it." John casually said before adding, "Welllllll, you did have an awfully brilliant project partner."

Rose rolled her eyes good-naturedly and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see soon." John said cheekily but his body language gave away that he was slightly nervous.

They walked in comfortable silence for the remaining for their short journey.

"Almost there now." John said as he led her up a small hill. They came to a stop as the upslope opened up to a beautiful clearing boasting the view of the quaint university town. In the middle of the clearing was a lovely picnic setup.

Rose turned to look at John questionably and received a nod in return. She smiled widely and entwined her hand with his and excitedly pulled him towards the picnic mat.

"Oh, you packed chips!" Rose cried in delight as she examined the picnic before looking up at him earnestly. "Thank you."

The duo settled down and began to tuck into the carefully prepared lunch. John then took out a small portable speaker out of his pocket and plugged it to his phone. Soon, the speaker was playing the familiar tune of Glenn Miller. He stood up, smiled and offered his hand to Rose. Rose grinned as she took it.

They swayed, spun and danced to Glenn Miller as they once did before. Once again, John ended the dance with a dip and pulled her up flushed against his body. He looked intently at Rose, eyes asking the silent question. At Rose's reassuring smile, he finally closed that gap between the two of them to capture her lips in a kiss.

End