Walking on the moon
The Doctor quietly opened Rose's bedroom door, to find her sitting on her bed watching 'The Bill'. It was only when she didn't turn around, that he realized she was listening to music. He walked in front of her and she waved her hand about, wanting him to move out of the way. He took her head phones off of her and put them in his ears.
"What's the point in watching telly if your listening to music?" he asked her, a smile appearing between his lips.
"I can multi task" she told him, some what suggestively.
The Doctor moved closer to her, singing in her ear (rather tunelessly) "Roxanne!" He grinned, his face hovering quit dangerously around hers. "Never knew you liked the police, have you heard 'de do do do , de da da da' god that bloke must of been bored!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah I like Sting" she replied with a small laugh as her heartbeat quickened.
"Don't stand so close to me" she told him.
The Doctor gave her a confused look, not sure if they were still talking about songs.
"There's one called 'Contact' too" she continued.
The Doctor moved away from her, relieved that there was no akward conversation.
Rose quickly got hold of the Doctor's arm as he turned away from her. "Can't stand losing you" she told him quietly.
He looked back at her, she was deadly serious. "'It's alright for you', you can spend the rest--" he was cut off by Rose's lips when they came crashing down on his.
He didn't really have a say in the matter as she forced his mouth open. Relaxing into the kiss, he responded by exploring her mouth with his tongue. When they broke apart, the lust that they felt for each other was revealed in their eyes.
"How do you feel Doctor?" the young blonde asked.
"Walking on the moon" he answered, giving her a cheeky grin.
Sting and the police were forgotten...