Disclaimer: Doctor Who doesn't belong to me.

Author's Notes: Just a silly little thing that caught fire in my mind. It's amazing what one can come up with while bored in class.

This story assumes an established relationship between the Doctor and Rose.

Demonstration

By: Jade Daniels

As he gathered her into his arms, she gazed deeply into his blazing blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the depth of emotion that looked back there. She had always believed him to be a distant individual, one who couldn't care for her this way. Obviously, she had been wrong.

"I thought that you didn't love me," she whispered, her own eyes shining bright with unshed tears.

He brushed a gentle hand across her face, smoothing away a few strands of blonde hair. "How could I not love you? You have been with me since the beginning. Of course I love you."

With those words spoken, he brushed his lips against hers. She responded eagerly, pressing her body against his as all the pent-up passion within her was released. Her hands roamed his chest, determined to remove his clothing, while his hands were just as determined to remove hers….

"What are you reading?"

Startled, Rose looked away from her book to find the Doctor standing over her with a curious glint in his eye and a teasing grin on his face. They were in the TARDIS' formidable library, where Rose had found books from various planets, in various languages (most of which she couldn't understand), and in various genres, including a small selection of romantic novels. Although a little curious as to why the Doctor would even have these on his shelves, she had selected one to breeze through anyway. That was how she had ended up curled up in an over-sized armchair, breezing through some alien equivalent to Earth's Harlequin novels. Realizing that she still held the book in her hands, Rose blushed, immediately trying to stuff the book behind her back.

"It's nothing," she stammered, her face growing redder by the second.

Unfortunately for Rose, the 900-year-old Time Lord was just a bit faster than her. He neatly grabbed the book out of her hands, and over her protestations, read the title out loud. "Galactic Passions?" he raised an eyebrow as he flipped through a few pages. "Out of all the books in this library, you chose this to read?"

"So what?" she replied, getting up and taking the book out of his hands. "You're the one who has it in the library, along with all those other ones…."

Much to her disappointment, the Doctor didn't even blink an eye at that. "Well I've hardly been the only one to add books in here over the years. Besides, it doesn't explain why you were reading that."

She turned to look at him, ignoring the smirk on his face. "I was doing… research." She nodded, satisfied with her hastily made explanation – even if it did have enough holes to drive a truck through. "Yeah, research."

That glint was back in his eye. So was that smile. "For what?" he asked, stepping closer to her.

"To see how other cultures view romance," Rose responded, a wicked smile of her own blooming on her face. Her body tingled with anticipation. It was amazing how even after all this time he still managed to do that to her. "And sex…."

"Well then," he said huskily, as he closed the distance between them. He pressed his lips against her neck before whispering in her ear, "Would you like to demonstrate what you've learned?"