#5: I love making you smile.

After a week in London helping her mum clean out Mickey's flat, Rose was itching to get back to the stars. As soon as the flat door closed behind them, she and the Doctor reached for each other's hands, and with a manic grin, they ran down the stairs and across the courtyard to the TARDIS.

The ship hummed happily when they crossed the threshold, and Rose brushed her fingers over a strut in greeting. "So, Doctor… where to next?" she asked, shooting him a teasing smile.

Anticipation made her belly flip when she noticed the way his gaze fixed on the tip of her tongue, poking out of her mouth. After a moment, he cleared his throat and shifted his gaze so he was looking into her eyes, instead. Rose bit the corner of her mouth to hide a smirk when saw the back of his neck and the tips of his ears turn red.

"That, Rose Tyler, is a surprise!" the Doctor announced gleefully as he skipped over to the console. He flipped the dematerialisation lever, and Rose grabbed onto the railing as the ship lurched into flight. "I spent all day yesterday getting it ready."

Rose looked around the console room as they flew through time and space. There was one medium sized bag sitting beside the doors—but she knew well enough to know that its apparent size had no bearing on how much it held.

She laughed when they hit a pocket of turbulence that nearly sent her crashing to the grating, then beamed at the Doctor and ran for the door as soon as they landed. The first step onto a new planet was one of her favourite moments.

Fresh mountain air, carrying notes of pine and wildflowers, wafted over Rose as she stepped out of the ship. She gasped when she saw the crystal clear lake reflecting the craggy peaks of the mountains surrounding it. Birdsong melded together with the wind in the trees and the gentle lapping of water at the shore to create a peaceful symphony.

"Doctor, it's gorgeous." Rose jogged into the sunny spot in the middle of the clearing. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, then held her arms out and spun in circles.

The Doctor chuckled, and gauging his position by the sound, she stopped spinning and looked up at him. "I love the way you smile when I take you someplace new," he told her.

His uncharacteristic candour flustered Rose, and she tried to hide it by tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well, I love travelling with you," she said, repeating what she'd told him on New Earth. "But you still haven't told me where we are."

He crossed the clearing and took her hand. "This is Burren. I thought we'd camp here for a few days." The Doctor tugged her towards a path that led along the lake. "But first, Rose Tyler, are you ready to do a little exploring?"

#6: Can I kiss you?

Their first day on Burren went exactly as the Doctor had planned. Rose loved the hike through the woods, and when they came out in a meadow of wildflowers, she'd lain back with him in the sweet-smelling clover and joined in him a game of finding shapes in the clouds moving overhead.

They'd watched the sun set over the lake and the moon rise over the mountains. And now, with their campfire dying, he pulled out his last surprise.

"So, where are we going to sleep?" Rose asked as he unzipped the bag he'd packed earlier.

The Doctor winked at her. "Just you wait, Rose Tyler."

Exposed to the air, the forty-second century air mattress slowly expanded while the Doctor shook out the bedding. He heard Rose's sharp inhale when she realised his plan, and he glanced up at her.

"This all right?" he asked, holding a blanket in front of him and feeling strangely vulnerable. "It's a gorgeous night. I thought we could watch the stars."

Rose nodded slowly, and he could see her gathering her courage. Her shoulders straightened, and she met his gaze steadily. "It's a bit romantic, sleeping out under the stars."

The Doctor swallowed. She'd thrown down the gauntlet, and he could either pick it up, or run from it. But strangely, the urge to run seemed to have disappeared.

"Is that all right?"

Joy sparked in Rose's eyes, and between that and the way the firelight cast a golden halo around her, the Doctor was sharply reminded of when she'd stepped out of the TARDIS as the Bad Wolf.

He shook the image away and smiled at her. "Come on. There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight."

Rose shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "We're not sleeping in our clothes," she said decisively. "Come on, Doctor. Last one back outside in their pyjamas has to make breakfast in the morning."

The Doctor snorted. "Well, there's no motivation for me win that contest," he said. "I like my breakfast to be edible, thanks."

Rose laughed, then spun around and ran into the TARDIS. After spreading the last blanket out over the mattress, the Doctor followed her.

When he stepped back outside fifteen minutes later, Rose was already lounging in the bed. One side of the blankets was flipped up in invitation, and the domestic picture made his hearts skip a beat.

He slid in beside her without a second's hesitation. "Hi," he whispered.

Rose rolled onto her side and reached for his hand. "Hi there. Guess you're making breakfast."

The Doctor chuckled. "You can give me your order in the morning," he promised. A strand of hair fell into her face, and he let go of her hand to comb it back over her ear.

Rose shifted closer to him and put her hand on his chest. "Your hearts are racing."

The Doctor let his fingers linger on her throat, feeling her pulse. "So's yours."

"Doctor…"

He pressed his finger to her lips and leaned towards her. "Rose. May I kiss you?"

He was close enough to feel her exhale. "Please."

The Doctor slid his hand to the back of her neck and cradled her head at the base of her skull. Touching Rose this intimately was like feeling the fire of regeneration burn through him, only instead of pain, every nerve ending was alight with pleasure. Her hand crept up into his hair, and he focused on the way her touch singed him and set him on fire.

"Doctor."

Her pleading whisper reminded him that he'd almost forgotten his purpose. He brushed his nose against hers, then finally let their lips meet.

Immediately, the soft, closed-mouth kiss was not enough. He ran his hand down her back and pulled her closer, then tilted his head and took her bottom lip between his own, worrying it gently with soft nips.

Rose's nails scraped against his scalp, and the Doctor gasped as the steady warmth he'd felt fanned into a blaze. She scraped her teeth over his bottom lip, and he whimpered in pleasure.

He felt her lips curve up in a smile, then she pulled back and rubbed her thumb over his lip. "Well, I don't know about you," she teased, "but I saw plenty of stars just then."

The Doctor laughed and pressed another quick kiss to Rose's lips, then rolled over on his back. He hummed happily a moment later when she cuddled against his side with her head resting on his shoulder.

A meteor fell across the sky above them, and the Doctor tapped Rose on the shoulder. "Make a wish."

She shook her head and kissed him on the cheek. "I already have everything I've wished for."