Rose dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans and followed the smell of tea. She waltzed into the kitchen and found a cup already sitting on the table for her. She sat and let her self take in all of the smells as she breathed the chamomile into her lungs. She smiled and sang Sinatra to herself.
"Morning, Ms. Tyler. You look lovely as always." came a voice from behind.
She turned to find the doctor leaning against the was in his brown suit with white converse. His hair was looking as great as ever and his deep brown eyes beaming.
"Gosh you scared me! You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."
"Well the sound of you singing was enough to risk it."
He waltzed over Rose and leaned into kiss her cheek. She grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips.
"I'll chance it." She smirked.
He smiled and poured himself a cup of Jackie's tea. Rose noticed how his freckles were more obvious then usual today, how his eyes showed their golden flecks, and his smile rendered her speechless. The doctor moved with such a natural swiftness and grace. Every move intentional and every word perfectly placed. Like it was an art form. And in Gallifrey, it was.
"I hope your mother doesn't see us talking. I tell ya I'd take a Dalek over an angry Jackie any day." The Doctor laughed in a whispered voice.
"I'd like to see my mum up against one of them. The Daleks had better watch out. 'The oncoming menopausal mother' they'll call her."
They both chucked quietly. Finally rose spoke,
"So then, how did you sleep?"
"Not very well. A bit hard to fall asleep without you in my bed."
"Same with me. It will be better tonight." Rose raised an eyebrow and her voice got low.
The doctor leaned in closer and the two were practically on top of the table.
"Well, I have a feeling I won't get much rest tonight either." He said hushed. The doctors tongue to his teeth and eyebrow arched.
She kept his gaze. Then broke it teasingly. Standing up and turning to the cabinet.
"Well you had better get out of here before my mum sees us talking. She'll have our arses."
"I'll have yours." He said following close behind her and slapped her butt playfully.
"You are so difficult! I'll get you!" She tried to stifle her laugh.
"Promise?" He said low and stepped in closer. His puppy-dog eyes huge and dark with desire. His skinny body against hers. She felt his hot breath on her face. No space between them. Suddenly the world slowed down and all that Rose wanted was him. Right there in the kitchen. Her face was hot and her palms sweaty.
This time the doctor broke the gaze. Completely composed and uneffected by the tension.
"I s'pose your right. I've got some things to care for. See you later, Rose." He pecked her on the forehead and he was off.
She stared at him saunter off with her jaw slacked. Damn that man.