Hello! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, my computer broke and was taken into the shop to get fixed. Anyhow, this is my first Doctor Who fic! Since I'm a big fan of Doctor Who (and a HUGE Doctor/Rose shipper) I decided it was time to write. Wish me luck and thanks for reading!

-Winter

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who or any of the charters, I do not make any money from writing this! I am just borrowing!

The Doctor gazed and his pink and yellow companion, Rose who sat across the table from him. After Rose awoke in the morning they always sat in the TARDIS kitchen enjoying a cup of tea. He smiled at his Rose, well she wasn't his Rose, she was the strong and independent Rose Tyler. She was so brave fighting for her life every other day, and without even knowing it she fought away his demons all the time. With every smile and touch she chased away the horrors.

Rose looked up from her cup of tea, for she had been staring into it for the past twenty minutes as if it held the wonders of the universe. She looked at her Doctor all pinstripes and fluffy hair, who at the moment was staring off into space with an open grin. Rose laughed softly, she barely ever saw him so open. It was always life or death with him. Rose's eyes quickly scanned The Doctor's face. She took in the not-ginger-sort-of-brown hair. Oh, did she dream of running her fingertips through those soft locks. Rose quickly shook herself from her daydream, knowing that The Doctor wasn't the sort of man who did relationships. He had a case of wanderlust and after everyone was gone him and his box would still sail the stars. Rose sighed. Bringing her tea cup to her lips she took a sip.

The Doctor was shaken back to reality by Rose coughing and muttering something about could tea. He laughed, amused by his lovely little human. Wait...no...not his. The Doctor had to remind himself.

"I'm going to make some more tea." Rose declared after she had gotten the taste of frozen tea off he tongue. "Do you want some too?" Rose added

"Thank you Miss Tyler, I would love some." The Doctor said with a wink that made Rose's insides melt. "I'll help you"

As they made their tea Rose told the Doctor stories of the home and friends. He wasn't paying any attention though, rather he was staring at her lips. The lips the imagined were soft and warm and... Without even noticing what he was doing The Doctor started to lean to Rose as if she had a magnetic pull. Rose though had notice had stopped her lovey story about the time Rickey (or Mickey, depends on how you view it) went to a play, mid-word. When his lips touch hers the Time Lord realized what he had done, and was thinking of several hundred excuses in his mind, when Rose grabbed him by his lapels and mashed their lips together.

Suddenly The Doctor forgot everything but, Rose. Kissing. Him. Him. Out of all people. quickly wrapping his arms around her he gave into the kiss and relaxed.

Slowly The Doctor backed Rose up, until she hit the counter and he was about ot fufil his dream of shagging Rose in the kitchen when, he heard a crash.

Pulling way from Rose he looked at the scene before him. When Rose had hit the counter she had knocked her mug off sending it flying to the floor, where it now lay in pieces.

"We can pick it up later." Rose mumbled, pulling him in for another kiss.

Later was fine with him.