"The Girl in the Fireplace" therapy continues.
Presenting: the Doctor's thoughts during... that scene.
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As yet un-beta'd.
Chapter 1 - The Girl in the Fireplace
It just wasn't fair!
Not fair, not fair, not fair!
This regeneration's very, very first awareness was of the taste of Rose Tyler and Time Vortex on his teeth.
How do you get over that?
And then, with Cassandra pulling him into that rather breathless kiss... it hadn't tasted anywhere near the same. He'd thought - at first - the missing Time Vortex had been to blame; rather than a psychopathic, psychograft-wielding trampoline.
But he'd realized right there on New Earth, that this body re-eally enjoyed a good snog.
The problem was, he didn't know how to ask Rose. Well, he could imagine how to ask - or surprise her, even - but he could also imagine a million reasons why it wasn't his place, could be, shouldn't be his place.
And now, he had a little girl from the fireplace, suddenly grown into quite an experienced and rather skillful young woman, showing him exactly what a good snog could be like for this him - tasting all wrong, aside.
No wonder French Kissing was a category in itself.
But it was still NOT FAIR!
Should be Rose, should be Rose, should be Rose... Wasn't Rose, but he found himself diving in, all the same.
But what would you do if someone smashed an ice cream against your lips? An ice cream that you were actively discovering your body very, very much enjoyed?
Reinette left his impressive Time Lord head spinning as she finally released him and fled the room.
Grateful for the support of the fireplace mantel behind him, the Doctor started mentally hacking away at his list of Rose-titled shouldn'ts.
Whew. Glad I got that off my chest.
Now, this chapter can be taken as a light-hearted glimpse into canon; the next chapter... not so much ;)