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Summary-The Doctor discovers something while helping Rose with a bad hair day. Fluff warnings. Ten/Rose.
Just Rose
The Doctor sneaked a glance at Rose over the console. She was sitting, legs folded beneath her and hairbrush in one hand, on the seat at the edge of the control room. She had been carefully pleating her blonde hair for the last ten minutes while he watched he transfixed. It was entrancing, the way she dragged the contrasting black comb through her light coloured hair. The way each bundle of hair criss-crossed seemingly endlessly, her fingers trying to stop one bundle mixing into the others. The way, every now and again, a few precious golden strands would float down and land on her black trousers. A smiled played across his lips as he watched her frown with concentration, her tongue poking out between her teeth.
Feeling his eyes on her Rose glanced up and grinned at the far-away look on his face. "Still here, Doctor?" she laughed waving the comb in-front of him but the laughter quickly turned to a groan as she realised that the pleat had come out again. "I give up!" she complained, "it took me ages to get that."
"I'll do it, if you want" The Doctor's voice came suddenly from over the other side of the console, and Rose looked up in surprise.
"You'd pleat my hair?" she replied incredulously.
"Sure!" he answered, already walking over to sit next to her, "I've been watching you for the last half an hour, I think I've picked it up."
"Oi!" Rose hit him on the arm while trying not to wonder why he had been watching her, "I'll have you know it's harder than it looks."
"At least let my try it" He pleaded, silently desperate to run his fingers through her beautiful golden hair.
"You'll mess it up!"
He turned his best puppy-dog eyes on her, and added a pout for good measure.
"That's not fair," she muttered, slowly melting at the hurt look on his face, "Oh, alright then!" she said handing him the comb and turning his face away from him, "but don't you dare get any knots in it!"
"I promise" The Doctor grinned at the back of her head and reached up to pull the comb gently through her hair.
He gathered it smoothly together at the nape of her neck and Rose shivered involuntarily as she felt his fingers brush the top of her spine.
Silence reigned as he slowly separated her hair into three sections and began to weave them together, left over middle, right over middle, left over middle, each time her hair becoming more intertwined with his fingers.
The hum of the TARDIS seemed unusually quiet as Rose listened to the Doctor's calm breathing, being lulled slowly to sleep by the gentle pulling on her hair.
As each section of hair grew shorter the Doctor sighed inwardly, relishing the feeling of Rose's hair running smoothly between his fingers. He secured the pleat at the bottom with a pink bobble, handed to him by Rose, then finally let the end slip through his fingers.
"There you go" he said quietly, not wanting to break the beauty of the silence. He smiled at her as she turned around, doubtfully pressing at the hair at the sides of her head.
"I'm impressed," she returned his smile, "no major disasters."
"Oh ye of little faith" he laughed but stopped suddenly as Rose placed a kiss lightly on his cheek. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and then smiled again, " thank-you," she said, "it's perfect."
The Doctor watched as she left the room, searching for a word to describe her, but then stopped with a grin. There weren't any words left, or maybe there hadn't been any to start with. She was just Rose, her name said it all.
Hope you liked. I know it's very fluffy, but I like fluff. It's good fun to write. Please R&R.
