The flat was small: one bedroom with an adjoining bathroom, a minuscule kitchen, and tiny lounge. There was a fireplace though, so that was a plus. Pete had offered to pay for a lovely flat overlooking the Thames, but Rose had refused. She didn't want to live off of her father's money. She and the Doctor would survive on her paychecks from Torchwood. She did hope that he would get a job, but she would give him time to decide that on his own.
Rose exited the bedroom in nothing but a dressing gown and walked into the kitchen to make a pot of tea to start off their first morning in their new flat. It had only been a few days since the new Doctor joined them in this parallel universe. He was still asleep on the couch so Rose made sure to be quiet. She put the kettle on the stove and sat down at the table and waited for the water to boil. Boxes littered the room; they had yet to completely unpack. Rose lazily picked up a discarded book from the table, left there from the night before by the Doctor. He had insisted on reading in the car on the way over to their new flat. That's all he seemed to do when he wasn't playing with Tony back at the Tylers' home. He had already acquired boxes of books in such a short time.
The creaking of the sofa sounded from feet away and Rose knew that the Doctor was awake. Steam was coming from the kettle and she stood to take it off the burner. She looked over to the couch underneath the window and saw the Doctor standing up, the blanket he had been covered in fell to show that the Doctor clad in only his pants. Rose had never seen him like this, it was a bit of a shock. She always knew that he was slim, that much was obvious from his tight suits. But he was extremely slim with light brown hair on his upper chest and a small trail leading down into his pants. No. Don't look there. Don't do it, she thought. She raised her eyes from that, blushing as she did.
Her stare didn't go noticed by him though, he was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He scratched his chest absent-mindedly and walked toward her, eyes half-open.
"Tea's ready." She said, trying not to look at him. He brushed passed her, bare chest against her arm. She became increasingly aware of the fact that she only wore knickers under her dressing gown. The Doctor poured them both a cup of tea and sat down across from her at the small table. He looked around the room and said, "Must we spend the day unpacking? It's going to be dreadfully boring."
Rose snickered as she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. "We'll have to do it eventually, we might as well do it now." She thought for a moment as he pouted into his tea. "We can make a game out of it."
He sat up a little straighter and leaned on his elbows as he stared across the table at her. "What's the game? I like games."
Rose laughed lightly. "I know you do. Whoever can unpack their assigned room gets to choose what we do tonight."
The Doctor considered this proposition and nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. Which room would you prefer?"
She thought it over and figured which one had less boxes. "Out here. You take on the bedroom and loo."
He nodded and finished his cup of tea before jumping up out of his chair and rushing off to the bedroom. "Cheat!" She called after him before draining her own cup and beginning with the bookshelf.
The Doctor was right, it was dreadfully boring. But Rose worked as fast as she could because she had a good idea of what she wanted them to do in the evening. She had unpacked all of his books on the shelf and was working on her own small movie collection. Following that, she moved on to the kitchen, putting away all the cups and glasses, the plates and bowls, pots and pans. The small box of sheets and blankets was all that was left, along with the coats, and she began to hang them up in the entry closet. She was halfway done when she heard a shout from the bedroom.
The Doctor came running out of the room, beaming from ear to ear. He was bouncing up and down, as giddy as a boy on Christmas morning. He had that ridiculously large smile set on his face and he was looking at her expectantly. Rose rolled her eyes and sighed. He had won. Unfortunately. They were probably going to spend their night reading silently. He waited for her to finish unpacking her part of the flat, bouncing on his heels the whole time. Finally, she finished and stood before him, waiting for his announcement.
When he said nothing, she nudged him. "Well, out with it then. What's the plan?"
The Doctor looked at her with a wicked grin and said, "I hoped to do something that I've never done before. Try out some new parts." He winked at her and pulled her to him. He lowered his head to hers and claimed her lips with his own.
