Games:

"Who actually plays this game?" the Doctor muttered, as he landed on Jack's 'Mayfair' (plus hotel) for the second time in five minutes. "I mean, you use coloured scrap of paper to pretend-buy and mortgage properties and stations scattered around London and then mercilessly force all other players into bankruptcy, and it all depends on who gets there first therefore getting first shot at the property?"

"Yeah, that just about sums it up – brilliant eh?" Jack enthused

Rose grinned as she read her Chance Card, "Ooh look – I've just won a beauty competition!"

"Well it's just a game…" the Doctor muttered, quickly regretting it as he saw Rose's face fall.

"If it was real life Rosie, you wouldn't even need to bother entering!" Jack compensated, winking at her.

Cheered up, Rose glanced surreptitiously at the Doctor and noticed that he had reddened slightly and was sending poisonous looks at Jack. She was surprised – could it be that the Doctor was jealous? She knew that he was fond of her, but how far did his feelings really go? Also surprising were the emotions this small gesture evoked in her. She had often pondered her 'relationship' with the Doctor – was it purely platonic? Or could it ever e anything more than that?

"Oi, Rosie, you gonna collect your winnings or not? The banker is always has time for beautiful young ladies like yourself, but it's pushing it a bit now!" Rose was woken from her reverie, in time to glance at Jack and then the Doctor. There it was again, the slight flush and deadly gaze. Rose was intrigued – this would need some investigation she decided.

"Here u go then Rosie – your winnings my dear" Jack bowed down as he handed her the orange £100 note.

Playing along, Rose accepted with a gracious courtesy "Well I must say that I'm surprised that such a handsome young banker as yourself didn't win the competition."

Rose could've sworn she heard the Doctor growling slightly, and was surprised to find that the sound excited her. Her insides quivered slightly as she daydreamed, imagining various scenarios which featured the Doctor and that growl…

"Oh really?" Jack raised an eyebrow coyly, "Handsome eh?" He kissed her hand in mock flirtatious manner (Rose was sure she could feel the heat radiating from the Doctor) "Well maybe two such perfect people owe it to the world to combine their talents in the form of…dance!"

Rose entered the role of a blushing young girl on her first date with glee, whilst out of the side of her eyes she monitored her companion's reactions; she could see the Doctor pale slightly as he desperately searched for a way out.

Under the pretence of some gallant gentleman, Jack bowed low, taking Rose's hand and kissed it lightly. "May I have the pleasure of this dance young Rose?" His grin gave away the amusement he felt: honestly, it was so ridiculous he could laugh – him and Rose – he chuckled inwardly.

Rose reached for his other hand, drawing him up from his knees and into the classic dance position, one arm outstretched, the other encircling his waist. With serious expressions they attempted a slow waltz, Jack moving her smoothly around the TARDIS control centre. Then as he (unsuccessfully) tried to fling her back over his arm, he accidentally sent her flying across the room and they both ended up sprawled on the floor crying with laughter.

Rose looked up through her tears and her grin disappeared as she saw the expression on the Doctor's face. He was pale, his mouth had dropped open and he was looking at her with a mixture of awe and – could it be – desire? She noticed that his gaze was focussed on her legs, or more precisely, the top of her thighs; the skirt she was wearing must have slipped up as she fell. She was shocked to discover that this sudden turn of events caused in her too feelings of desire; she felt herself blush, and hurriedly got up, brushing her skirt down.

He seemed to snap out of his trance at this, and shook himself, as though trying to remember where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. Then his mind seemed suddenly to click, and, as though the past five minutes had never happened, he grinned and said "Aha"

Getting up to the control panel, he pulled a few levers and turned some dials. The central column flashed and made that familiar whooshing noise, indicating that the TARDIS was in motion.

He looked at Rose with an almost wicked grin, and spoke "Time we paid Planet Hasbro a visit – don't you think?"

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