Rose relaxed against the bench in the park, basking in the sun. John had dragged her to a secluded spot in the back of the green. There was a small bench surrounded by bushes, which had clearly overgrown, as they had to squeeze through a small gap to get to the seat. Their little spot was quiet and no one could see them. Rose welcomed the escape, enjoying the bright yellow flowers around her.
"Here you go. I made it. Hope I didn't mess it up though." John frowned and rummaged through his shoulder bag, to bring out two Tupperware boxes. Rose opened it eagerly, her stomach growling. She groaned as a delicious aroma hit her full force. It was some kind of pasta and chicken combination, but whatever it was smelt amazing.
"You made this?" Rose laughed, remembering her Doctor's inability to cook. John puffed out his chest slightly, in what Rose could only describe as pride.
"Well, I've been reading those cook books we have in the kitchen. You know, been trying out a few things, and voila! Of course it was pure luck that it ended up so good!" He gestured grandly to the pasta, grinning madly. Rose leant over and kissed him softly.
"Well, thank you John. I love it." Rose giggled as he blushed and looked down at his food. She frowned slightly as she felt butterflies erupt in her stomach, and her heart start to thud. He was so different from the Doctor. He didn't seem to possess that self importance the Doctor had. John was almost bashful and so shy about his achievements. The Doctor would push her away and pull her in again, but John….he always seemed to crave her love. Need her acceptance. Knowing that made Rose hurt terribly. She had been so distant to a man who knew no better. For all he knew, they were married, and she loved him and he loved her. Rose made a choice to play her role a bit more at that moment. Maybe she could hold off the sex, but kissing certainly wasn't so bad….and the Doctor would tell her to stop with her human restraints and play the part. So really, whatever happened, technically it was his own fault.
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John picked Rose up from work, and they walked home together in general silence. As they walked alongside the canal, Rose stopped him.
"John. Can I speak with you, for a minute." He stopped and glanced around, settling for a small wall on the embankment. He lead Rose over and sat her on his lap, gazed at her expectantly. Rose looked away, choosing instead to stare at the orange streetlamps glow in the water.
"On a scale of one to ten John, how happy are you with me?" John spluttered for a moment.
"What kind of question is that, eh? What's wrong?" Rose buried her face in his neck, trying not to burst into tears.
"It's just, I've been so mean to you. And so distant, and cold, and I'm sorry. I don't mean to be, but I've just been messed up for a while. But I want you to know, it's gonna get better. I promise." John stroked her back and kissed her neck.
"Rose, I know there's been some problems with our relationship, especially the physical side. But it's not entirely your fault Rose. Look, Somewhere along the line, I must have done something-"
"But you haven't! Look at me John, you haven't. It was me, and I promise that everything will get better. Promise." She whispered her promise, and kissed him soundly.
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The next week, John bounded down the stairs, coming to a stop in the kitchen. Rose turned away from the stove, to flash him a smile. He grinned back at her and kissed her softly.
"You and me, Rose Tyler, are going Christmas shopping." Rose set the hob to a lower heat, and leant against the counter.
"S'bit early for that isn't it?" John pulled something from his back pocket, and waved it in front of Rose. She frowned and plucked it from his hands.
"What's this?" It was a long white envelope, and John looked absurdly pleased with himself. He placed his hands on either side of her, and kissed down the side of her neck.
"That, my dear, darling wife…is my Christmas bonus. And we're gonna go out, and I'm gonna treat you, to anything you want." Rose hummed her agreement, and opened the envelope. She staggered however, when she saw the figures.
"John, this is…..this is a lot."
"I know. They're giving me a promotion, which means a big raise." Rose laughed and hugged him close to her.
"I'm so proud of you." She squealed, and John rained kisses onto her face.
"I was thinking, we could buy a house. Get out of this apartment. I thought we could look around after shopping. What do you say?" Rose couldn't say anything, but nod, dumbstruck.
"Excellent! Well, I ran you a bath, so go upstairs and get ready. Half an hour in that bath, I know you'd stay in there all day if you could." Rose stuck her tongue at him, before practically skipping up the stairs. As she got to the bathroom, she stopped. She had wanted to play her role, but she had a feeling…..that she was getting to into it. Playing it so well, it was becoming natural for her. And as good as it felt, she could tell….it was wrong.
There you are, let me know if you liked it! And happy Easter! xxx
