That night, after a picnic on a beautiful planet that reminded Rose of the Yorkshire dales, (The Doctor had in fact smugly informed her that it wasn't the Yorkshire dales but a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of the star dubbed by earth scientists as Betelgeuse, to which Rose replied she knew it wasn't the Yorkshire dales she was simply stating that it reminded her of the Yorkshire dales, to which The Doctor gave no reply and continued to nibble at a banana in silence) Rose lay in bed next to The Doctor, listening to the gentle snores The Doctor was making, and the humming coming from the TARDIS's engines.
Rose had been sharing The Doctor's bed for a while now, well before his regeneration. She had initially begun to sleep next to him because her presence prevented the terrible nightmares The Doctor had suffered from when the time war was still freshly imprinted in his memory, and although the nightmares had long since passed, she could never really find it within herself to move back to her old room. It was an arrangement between two friends and nothing more, Rose found herself endlessly wishing it would progress into something further. It was especially frustrating for her when The Doctor pulled her towards him subconsciously, and Rose was made to spend the entire night snuggled in his arms. Not that she was complaining, but it resulted in her getting very little sleep at night as all she could think about was the hard muscly chest pressing into her back and the other sometimes hard muscle pressing into her…
Fortunately for her though, she was lying on her back, quite a bit away from The Doctor, leaving her head clear – though the odd distracting thought was bound to pop into her mind at one point or another during the night - she was thinking about the conversation she had had with her mother earlier that day (god forbid should she find out about her night time sleeping arrangements with The Doctor) and wondered if a relationship with The Doctor really could work? What about the ageing part? Could she really bear it if, as she was travelling with The Doctor, she grew older and greyer and wrinklier, whilst The Doctor, with his ridiculous spiky brown hair, and his 'slim and a little bit foxy' figure, never aged a day, forever young, would The Doctor still travel with her, or would he cast her away once she started to get wrinkled. Rose cursed herself silently for thinking The Doctor would do such a thing, but couldn't help wonder if one day it really would happen.
Rose fell asleep with her head on The Doctor's chest, listening to his twin heartbeats.
The next morning, The Doctor was trying to teach Rose the constellations, pointing them out with his finger showing the little pictures hidden within the spattering of glow-in-the-dark stars on their bedroom ceiling; needless to say, they weren't getting anywhere too quickly.
"So that's Cassiopeia?" Rose asked hopefully pointing at a house shaped constellation
"No, that's Cepheus, you're not far off, Cassiopeia is very bright and shaped like a 'W'. Cassiopeia and Cepheus were the king and queen of Aethiopia in Greek mythology. She was never very nice, always going on about how beautiful she was, how her looks rivalled that of the gods," The Doctor looked at Rose, who looked both unimpressed and a little envious "Of course, she doesn't hold a patch on you" he added hastily
Rose's expression quickly changed to being slightly shocked, before settling into a rather unsettling seductive smile.
"What are you implying by that comment?" she asked, a seductive look on her face
The Doctor gulped.
Rose looked at The Doctor, his face panicked, and burst into a fit of giggles. The Doctor looked at her, confused, and she simply laughed harder.
"Why are you laughing?" The Doctor asked, completely clueless as to why Rose was laughing so much.
"No, it's just, just," Rose said in between giggles "your face" as she threw her head back and lay on the bed, writhing with uncontrollable laughter
"What? What about it? Is there something on it?" he said, frantically wiping.
"No, no, it was just your expression" she snorted. Rose lay on her back, breathing heavily as she tried to calm herself down; she sighed loudly and pulled herself of the bed.
"I'm off for a shower, won't be long," she said, perfectly normally, but then the seductive look returned as she added "unless you want to join me"
She kept up the façade until The Doctor flushed bright red and she started giggling like an idiot again, "I was just joking" she called from the bathroom.
But she wished she wasn't.
