Author's Note: Greetings, dear readers!
This is my 3rd Doctor Who story and I hope you'll enjoy it! I just try to show you how much I love Doctor Who (^-^)V
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor or Rose or any other Doctor Who character. They're just sitting here in my mind, telling me stories.
Extra: Inspiration came from the cute Giselle and Robert dance scene in 'Enchanted'. The song Rose and the Doctor dance on is 'So Close' by Jon McLaughlin.
Chapter 1
Rose smiled and looked in the mirror, admiring the ball gown the Doctor had given her. It was a red, sleeveless and floor-length gown, decorated with embroidery and small diamonds. He hadn't told her what the dress was for, but she assumed they were attending some sort of fancy ball. She spun around and nodded. Perfect. She put on her silver high heels and walked towards the console room.
She found the Doctor looking at the computer screen, using it as a mirror to adjust his white bow tie. He was wearing a black tailcoat, a white shirt with a wing collar, a white waistcoat, black trousers and black patent shoes.
"Ah, there you are!" The Doctor turned around, smiling. His smile faded away as he took in Rose's beauty. Rose saw how his eyes scanned her and her outfit and she blushed. Before his eyes could meet hers, she slowly spun around.
"What do you think?" She asked and quickly stared at the ground. She heard the Doctor's footsteps on the grating as he walked over to her. He gently hooked two fingers under her chin, urging her to look into his eyes.
"I think… I have a good taste for dresses!" he paused and a huge grin appeared on his face, though his deep brown eyes were soft "You look lovely."
Rose couldn't help it and blushed even more "Thanks… you too."
The Doctor returned to the console and gave in the coordinates and pressed some buttons. The glass column in the middle began to move and Rose could hear how the TARDIS forced her way through the time vortex. Trying to look confident, Rose folded her arms and looked at him.
"I'm not used to seeing you wear such outfits, sooooo… where are we going then? I already figured out we're attending a ball, but there's something more, no?"
The Doctor stopped and looked up at her, clearly amused. He folded his arms as well "You've missed a clue." He nudged his head at the jump seat and Rose turned her gaze towards it. She gasped. There, on the jump seat, were lying two beautiful masks. A red and a black one.
"Masks? We're going to a masked ball?!" Rose asked, completely taken by surprise.
"Is that okay? I mean, if you don't like that we can still…"
"Don't like that? Are you kidding me? I LOVE IT!" Rose said, almost bouncing up and down with excitement. She took the red mask which was clearly hers and rubbed her fingers over the material. The mask was decorated with glitter curls and swirls, going all the way around the eyeholes. On top of the mask an orris was made, completed with a red diamond.
"Let me help." The Doctor took her mask and turned her around. He carefully put on her mask and tied up the strings at the back of her head. Rose shivered a bit as his warm hands brushed the nape of her neck.
"There. Now, let me take a look at you." Rose turned around and met his gaze again. He placed his hand on the part of her cheek that was exposed and she practically melted inside "Perfect."
Wanting to return the gesture, Rose took the black mask and urged him to turn around. Thanks to her high heels, she was able to put on his mask and to tie up the strings. He chuckled as she traced her fingers over the decorative glitter curls, ending with the white diamond on the top his mask. She could feel his warm breath on her wrist and hoped her mask hid her blush.
A few buttons and lights on the console started to bleep. The Doctor focused on the console again and quickly pulled a leaver. Seconds after that, the glass column stopped and they heard a soft thump.
"Where are we?"
The Doctor held out his arm and they linked arms "You'll see. Shall we?" He winked at her and they both stepped outside the TARDIS.
