the doctor is possessive

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"You didn't..." Rose opens her mouth and proceeds to close it again. The day before she had been rambling about how she would love to attend a concert of some band who didn't exist anymore, for the sake of time travelling. The Doctor, who's heart was still racing for what could have happened to Rose in the hands of that werewolf, decided to make it up for her, and brought her to a Nirvana concert in 1991.

"Of course I did." he grinned, tamping some more buttons on the console, before fully turning to look at his companion with a pleased smile. She threw her arms around him in a quick embrace, leading him by the hand outside.

"Has the concert started yet?" she asked him, looking up from their intertwined hands. He shook his head handing her a ticket, they still had almost an hour. "I'll go pick some food then." she started taking some steps back while speaking, he looked utterly confused.

"Do you actually think you will be able to eat during a rock concert?" he tilted his head to the side and folded his arms. She chuckled slightly.

"Of course not! I'm hungry now." and with that said, she walked away before the Doctor could ask her to come with her.

Looks like it's just us two again, he sighed, leaning against the TARDIS.

Meanwhile, Rose ordered some drinks and a bag of chips. She had to get away from the Doctor as quickly as possible before she ended up making a rather hasty and foolish decision, like kissing him. She touched her lips absentmindedly, it could be Cassandra inside her body, but it was still her lips that kissed the Doctor.

"Here you have, miss." a cheery woman brought her back to reality, smiling as she handed her the drinks and the chips. As soon as she was turning around, about to go back to her Doctor, she bumped into something hard, more like someone.

"I'm so sorry." she apologized quickly, once she realized the drinks had spilled all over his black t-shirt. He seemed to be studying her features for a second, but he quickly regained his senses and told her it was perfectly alright. "No, it is not alright...is there any way I can make it up for you?"

The messy, black haired man pondered for a while, and then shoot her a wide smile. "Let's order another drink and you have it with me."

Rose bit her lip, she really should go back to the Doctor, but knowing him, he probably had found company already. "I don't know i-"

"I won't accept a no." he cut her off, smiling. She tucked her worries away and followed him.

The Doctor got tired of waiting. It wouldn't be long until the concert started, and, after all, Rose was the only reason he came here. Maybe he could go surprise her? He could wrap his arms around her waist from behind and hug her there, maybe kiss her neck...NO! Stop it, you won't scare her away! You will go there, like a good friend and inform her that the concert is about to start. Then you leave.

With that thought in his mind, he followed the signboards directing to the food court, and once he got a glimpse of the blond haired girl, his heart dropped, followed by pure angst running through his veins. Get food? GET FOOD? That was her idea of getting something to eat?
Rose was sitting on a table with a very handsome man, listening attentively to whatever the crap he was saying, she was resting on her elbows gazing into his eyes, and his knees were brushing hers. The Doctor was about to explode.

"Rose." he approached her, ignoring completely the man. He couldn't give in to his feelings. She didn't even bothered to look up, and that was all that took him to sit down next to her and grab her by the waist. The look on the man's face was priceless.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend." he scratched the back of his head, uneasy. Before she could reply, the Doctor clasped his lips against hers, in a passionate but quick kiss. The man stood up and walked away before he could witness anymore affection proof.

Rose stood up, followed by the Doctor.

"What was that for?" she inquired, a demanding hand in her hip while the other was accusingly pointing at him, touching his chest. The fire in her eyes would send any Dalek running away, but not the Doctor, he had such feelings for Rose that not even her angry self could stop him.

He scratched the back of his ear, changing subject, "Well, the concert is almost starting." she eyed him up and down, before shaking her head, not of disappointment, but amusement.

"You're jealous."

"No I'm not." he countered, folding his arms.

"You are so jealous!" she started laughing, before leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheeks, "But that's okay, I don't blame you."

He seemed hypnotized for a moment and the spot where her lips touched his skin seemed to burn, "You don't?" he spoke breathless.

"No, he was pretty hot." and with a final smirk, she made her way to the concert venue, followed by a very confused Doctor.