Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written for timepetalsprompts on tumblr and their weekly drabble prompt: strawberries.
The Doctor found Rose in the kitchen, waiting for tea to brew one morning.
She was looking down at her mobile while munching on a strawberry. It must have been delicious because she gave a small moan of pleasure. The Doctor never thought he'd want to be a strawberry, but he did in that moment.
Rose smiled as he approached, berry juice clinging to her lips. Her hair was a riot and her clothes were rumpled, but she looked as beautiful as ever. He swept her into a kiss. He'd show her he was better than any piece of fruit.