Rain and Kisses

Rose and The Doctor lay side by side on the green grass in Ireland. They were staring at the clouds, completely at ease.

"That one over there," he spoke up, stretching out his arm and pointing a long finger to show her which cloud he was talking about. "It looks like a Dalek!"

Rose laughed. "It kinda does, doesn't it? Oh, oh, how about this one?" She asked, pointing out a cloud. "A three-headed dog!"

"You've been reading too much Harry Potter," he said.

"Oh, shut up. You read it too."

"I do."

"Favorite character?"

The Doctor was silent for a moment or two. "Sirius. Wanna know why?" He propped himself up on his side to face her; his hand rested on his cheek, and his elbow was placed firmly on the grass. "He's handsome, charming, and knows what he's doing. Like me." He grinned. "Who's your favorite?"

Rose put a finger to her chin as she thought about it. "I rather adore Hermione. She's smart, clever, and gorgeous. Like me." She smiled.

"You and Hermione sure do have a lot in common."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

"The same can be said about you and Sirius," Rose said.

"I know," the Doctor said, laughing.

"You know," Rose said, "I hope one day to find someone who loves me as much as Ron loves Hermione."

Without thinking, the Doctor said, "You probably wouldn't have to look far."

"What?"

He blushed. "Oh, I mean… doesn't that cloud look a bit like a unicorn?"

Rose kept staring at the Doctor for a good while until she finally decided to turn her attention to the cloud in question. "It looks more like a rhino to me."

"Same thing," he said.

"They are not!" She yelled.

"They run around on four legs with horns," he pointed out. "Same thing."

Rose chuckled. She really wanted to know what the Doctor meant, but she knew better than to push him about things like that. If he chose not to tell her, then she shouldn't press the matter.

"I'm sure one day we'll go to a planet where licking doorknobs is illegal," he suddenly said. "I know it sounds daft, but I'm sure we'll find it. Every planet as its rules. I went to a planet where it was illegal to sing after six. Needless to say, I got arrested. I escaped using my wit and charm!"

"Were you alone?" Rose asked.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I was. It was in between the beginning of my ninth regeneration and the time I met you. I'm hoping the next time I regenerate, I'm ginger."

"I don't want you to," she said. "I'm so used to this you, with your quirkiness and your awesome hair." She reached out to touch it.

He laughed. "Sometimes we just can't help things, Rose. But," he added when he saw her frown, "I will do my best to make sure I don't die."

"That's always good!" She cheered.

"Oh, looks like it's rain," he said, his eyes back on the sky, which was now becoming a dark grey color. He looked over at Rose, whose eyes were now on the sky. "You want to head back to the Tardis?"

"No," she said. "I quite like the rain."

"So do I."

The Doctor grasped onto Rose's hand, and they both stared up at the sky as the clouds darkened and rain began to drip from them.

"This is nice," she commented.

"It is," he said. "Remind me to take you to Barcelona one day. It keeps slipping my mind!"

"I'll be sure to do that."

The Doctor scooted closer to Rose, his hand still firmly holding hers, and propped himself up again. He smiled at her, lowering his head so their lips could meet.

"Rain and kisses," Rose said. "That's always a nice combination."

"Of course it is!" He lay back against the grass, the rain splattering against his and Rose's faces.

This felt perfect. Absolutely perfect.