I know there are numerous stories out there about the 10th Doctor and Rose Tyler, but really, do they ever get old? Please enjoy and review!
The Doctor was seated in a chair, by the swimming pool. He was intently re-reading Les Miserables, and was nearing the end of the large book. As he read the final pages, he shed a few tears. I hope Rose doesn't decide to come in-oh, I thought too soon. Rose Tyler had waltzed right into the room, humming to herself and wearing a pink bikini, a towel draped over one shoulder. She stopped abruptly when she caught sight of the Doctor. He was wearing swim shorts, and, she noticed suddenly, had tears running down his face.
"Doctor!" She hurried over to him. He looked up in time to see her briefly before she pulled him into a tight embrace. He chuckled slightly and set the book down. "Now, Rose, what's brought this on?" He patted her back a little, but ended up just running his fingers along her spine. Rose's eyes turned a bit more black than brown as she murmured, "You were crying."
"Oh, Rose, come on now!" He laughed playfully. "It was only while I was focused on the book! Now that you're here, you've taken the tears away!" Rose smiled and laughed with him, but she did not pull away. Not knowing why, the Doctor continued to hold her.
"I guess by now, I just care too much." Rose climbed into the chair with him, not breaking their embrace. She simply cuddled him, thinking of how just the sight of him shedding a tear over a book had caused such an impulsive reaction in her. After a few moments, she remembered that she had come to the pool to go swimming, and fancied cuddling her Doctor in the water, instead.
"Say, Doctor, why don't you just stop reading for a while, and we'll get in the water."
"Why, of course!" He abruptly scooped her up, bridal style, eliciting an astonished yelp from her lips, and carried her into the pool. He then proceeded to flip Rose over, dunking her in the water. She sprang back up, flabbergasted. "Oi, you!" She practically tackled him, dragging him underneath the water. They splashed and dove and dunked each other like young children until they were both exhausted. Rose floated around a bit, and continued her earlier thoughts on the Doctor. He's my best friend, my own personal alien, could he be more though?
Meanwhile, the Doctor was having similar thoughts. I've called Rose Tyler my companion, friend, pink-and-yellow human, stupid ape, even…all I want to call her is something that she most likely doesn't want. If only I could call her my lover. Swim shorts becoming uncomfortably tighter, the Doctor realized that it had become late, well, late by their wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey standwards on board the TARDIS.
"Rose, you look tired." The Doctor mused, reaching out to cradle her head in his hand. She looked sleepily up at him, and said mischievously,"You're right; I don't think I could possibly even lift myself out of the water, let alone walk to my room."
The Doctor was at a loss for words. What was she saying? What was she implying? He had no idea, yet he lifted her up once again. After carrying Rose out of the pool, he proceeded to wrap them both in the towel Rose had brought with her, as they were very wet. "Rose Tyler, I do not believe you are awake enough to find your way to your room. Therefore, I may just carry you to mine." He knew he was being a little dicey here, but Rose still had an impish grin etched upon her face. The Doctor, taking that as a good omen, transported her out of the door, and down a hallway to his room.
"I reckon you care too much, too." Rose stated, recalling what she had previously told the Doctor. He smiled at her as he gently laid her upon the navy blue duvet. Rose propped herself up on her elbows, with one knee bent, watching the Doctor like a cat. "Doctor, you've forgotten something." He was hanging the towel over the door, and said, "What's that?" Rose rolled her eyes, and replied in a subtly suggestive voice. "We're still in our swim things."
"Ah, right, that we are." Rose's eyes had darkened significantly, but she was very surprised, and a little annoyed, when he walked out the door, and came back a minute later with set of Rose's fuzzy pink pajamas. "Here you are, then! I'll go put on mine." He opened one of his dresser drawers, took out his navy blue pajamas, and walked into his bathroom to change. Rose inwardly groaned. That oblivious alien!
Rose changed, and pulled the sheets over herself. A minute later, the Doctor came out and climbed into bed with her. "Well, off to sleep, then! Tomorrow, well, whatever you consider as tomorrow, I'll show you something amazing: the waterfall moon of Quantuare. You'll love it, Rose. Rose?" She had fallen asleep, as she truly was very tired. The Doctor pulled Rose very close to him, stroking her hair. He murmured, more to himself than to her, "Oh, Rose, I can never tell if you are dropping hints to me, or not. If only you weren't oblivious to the way I love you." He sighed. "But perhaps it's for the better." He reached over, and turned out the light on his bedside table. He kissed her forehead as he snuggled in close to her. "Goodnight, love."
Completely unknown to the Doctor, Rose Tyler smiled in her sleep.