Rose rolled over in bed, smiling from the peaceful sleep she had just awoken from. Still groggy, she sniffed hopefully as the smell of eggs and bacon permeated through her room. She stood, and lumbered over to her discarded jeans, pulled them back on, and stumbled towards the enticing scent.

The Doctor had been up all night, shopping and reading cooking books and magazines, determined to get this right. He had even donned an apron and chef's hat for the occasion. The Doctor, cooking. He smiled to himself and whistled merrily as he whisked batter in a bowl, which resulted in much of it ending up on his face, or the floor.

The Doctor placed a plate full of waffles, an omelet, bacon, fresh strawberries he had nicked from the neighbors garden the night before, and a glass of orange juice he had squeezed himself, on the table. He wanted to show Rose that he would try to make this right. And the first step to any of that was to accept that they were trapped here temporarily.

Rose stepped into the kitchen and burst out laughing at the Doctor's appearance. Bare feet sticking out from his brown trousers, shirt and tie, and an apron! Her breath hitched up a notch when he turned and gave her the most brilliant smile. She always wanted to wake up to that.

"Hello," the Doctor greeted her.

Rose tentatively stepped closer.

"Hi," she responded, somewhat breathlessly. His eyes were still staring right into hers and her knees felt wobbly. She looked around to avoid jumping him right there and then.

The Doctor reached for her and hugged her, getting various cooking ingredients smudged on her face. He grinned as he saw her avoiding his gaze. He loved how he could do this to her. Sure he wanted to be nice and apologize with this meal, but he wouldn't turn down the chance to make her heart race.

"Did you sleep well?" The Doctor asked, while gently sweeping his thumb across her cheek, removing the mess, but left his hand against her face a few moments longer than was acceptable platonically. The Doctor's hearts both fluttered when Rose looked back to him and nodded. Her eyes darted down to his lips, before she moistened her own with her tongue. What was he doing? He couldn't lead her on like this!

Quickly, the Doctor pulled away, obviously he was going to pretend their moment never happened. It was the usual thing for them to do. But it didn't stop Rose from sighing at the lack of contact between them. She skipped over and hopped onto the counter beside her friend.

"I made you breakfast! I actually cooked!" The Doctor exclaimed excitedly. "I went shopping last night, since I knew you would be starving when you woke up. And I know how grumpy you can get in the mornings."

Rose was used to playful banter like this, and always had her retort ready.

"I don't know if pointing your sonic at food counts as cooking," she laughed and nudged his ribs with her elbow. A shock went up her arm when he shivered.

The Doctor's face fell, and Rose automatically felt terrible. He cooked a whole meal by himself after all, she should try to be more appreciative. She jumped down from her makeshift seat and threw her arms around the Doctor's neck

"I didn't mean that. Thank you so much Doctor, this is perfect," she whispered into his ear as he snaked his arms around her waist.

He chuckled. "Well how do you know it's perfect if you haven't even eating a bite of it yet! It's going to get cold and you'll have no one to blame but yourself." Rose rolled her eyes, but sat at the small table and began to eat. The Doctor took out the sonic and pointed at the dirty bowls and pans, leaving them spotless, then joined her.

Rose fiddled with her fork and wouldn't meet his eye. she knew there were necessary things they needed to do today, especially seeing as they had no clothing or toiletries, but she knew how the Doctor would react. He worked so hard on this breakfast, and it was a massive step in the domestic direction, but shopping? Rose grinned just imagining all the stupid excuses he would make.

"Um, Doctor?" Rose innocently looked up and fluttered her eyelashes. The Doctor eyed her suspiciously, already wary of whatever she was about to ask of him. "We need to shopping today."

He froze. No, there was no way Rose was going to make him shop! Time Lords, let alone the Oncoming Storm, do not roam the aisles of clothing stores!

"I'm good thanks, I've got my suit. I don't need anything else." He picked up his feet and placed them on the empty chair as he spoke, hoping to get the point across that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"You seriously can't expect to live in that suit for two whole months, what will you wear when it needs a wash, what will you sleep in?" Rose asked, seriously wishing his answer would be nothing to both questions. Maybe the whole one-outfit idea wasn't terrible after all... No she had to stop thinking like this! He didn't feel the same way about her. How could he?

The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver.

"I have setting 2283, it works perfectly for instantly washing clothes, people, and objects," he said with a smirk. "Looks like the shopping isn't necessary."

"Well I need clothes! And don't you think you should change it up a bit? Buy a pair of, oh I don't know, jeans, couple of t-shirts..." Rose rambled off, picturing the Doctor in a pair of denim jeans.

He snorted into what was left of his breakfast.

"Fine, I'll go with you. You'll need me to sonic some more money from a bank anyway," Rose looked outraged. "Well we need money somehow! I'll pay it back I promise! this is just until we get jobs. Or at least until I get one myself, I don't mind supporting you if you didn't want to work..." he trailed off sheepishly.

Rose turned away as a flush spread across her face, and the tips of her ears turned red. Less than 24 hours into their stay, and they were already acting like a married couple.

"No, I want to work. I mean, thanks for offering an' all... but I would just get so bored if I didn't have something to do!"

She stood then, and brought her plate to the sink. Hoping the Doctor hadn't noticed her odd behavior. It looked like it would be hard to keep a straight head about her non-relationship with him while they were living in such close quarters, and especially when he was being protective and caring like that. She took a deep breath, hoping to steady the uneven thumping of her heart.

The Doctor had noticed. But this time, he decided that instead of trying to play it out, it would be best to ignore the sexual tension hovering between them. He stood and grabbed his jacket off the couch arm, waiting for Rose to turn back around. When she continued to ignore him, he cleared his throat awkwardly, and said "well, I'm leaving. Lot's of shopping-" he grimaced, "to do. And who knows how long that could take. But you're welcome to stand in the corner silently if you want to."

Rose didn't realized she was holding her breath until she sighed. She walked to the Doctor, grabbed his hand and smiled. This will be fun, she would finally get to see this Doctor wearing something other than his usual brown suit.

Little did she know the Doctor was thinking similar thoughts. He would be sure to make Rose try on at least one, very sexy, dress. And stilettos. He couldn't help himself imagining her legs in heels. He shook his head to clear the thought away. Maybe he would actually enjoy shopping after all.