A/N: Seriously, I'm not even adding a disclaimer here. That shit gets old.
Chapter Three.
POV: Third person.
It was so cold. Honestly, Rose was almost positive she was going to freeze to death. Actually, if not for the fact that the Doctor had given her his brown overcoat, she was pretty sure she would have frozen to death already.
There was something wrong with the TARDIS's heating system, apparently. The Doctor swore up and down he'd have it fixed in no time, but so far he'd done little good and seeing how he was currently curled up in a blanket beside her, his teeth chattering, she really doubted it. In all honesty, Rose didn't understand why they were even on board. Something wrong with the heating didn't mean they couldn't just fly it back to London so she could go to her warm bed with her mum, did it? Or maybe it did, she really didn't know, and she wasn't going to ask, because the answer was probably quite obvious and she didn't fancy having the Doctor look at her like a stupid ape.
The two of them were camped out in the library, because it was the only room in the TARDIS with a space heater. Why they couldn't just move the space heater to another room, Rose wasn't really sure. She suspected the Doctor just wanted to be with all his books and she wasn't complaining as long as she got to sit next to the heater – which she did, though the Doctor had put up a good fight for the spot.
Pulling the Doctor's coat tighter around her shoulders, Rose nodded at the fireplace in the wall a few feet away from them. "Why's that not lit then?" She asked, turning to look at the Doctor.
"No wood." He answered simply.
"But we could find some somewhere, right? I mean, there's gotta be something wood somewhere on board that we wouldn't mind burning…"
The Doctor's eyes drifted slowly towards the rocking chair where it sat in the corner.
"Oh no!" Rose said quickly, seeing exactly what he was thinking. "Don't even think about it!"
"But Rose!" He said, his voice high and whiney, "A fire would warm us up so much! Don't you want to be warm?"
Rose's eyes narrowed. "You are not burning my rocking chair."
That was the wrong thing to say, apparently. The Doctor took that as a challenge. He leapt to his feet, discarding his blanket and taking three long strides over to the rocking chair. Rose, moving a bit slower, slipped her arms into the sleeves of his coat and chased him with a muted battle cry. He'd just pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his jacket when she threw herself onto his back.
"You are not burning my rocking chair!" She said again as she wrapped her legs around his waist from behind and held on tight.
The Doctor, taken by surprise, flailed his arms wildly for a moment in an attempt to catch his balance and then growled, "Watch me." As he began to lean over, apparently with the intention of taking the sonic to one of the chairs legs, Rose threw all her weight forward and the two of them toppled onto the floor. The two of them wrestled playfully for the sonic, both of them laughing and Rose shrieked occasionally when the Doctor resorted to tickling her sides in an attempt to win.
Finally, Rose managed to pin him down and pry the screwdriver from his hands. She gave a cheerful, "Ha!" And then she tossed the Sonic over her shoulder and out of her reach. The Doctor, feigning anger, shouted, "Hey!" And then, quite suddenly, he flipped them over so that he was on top.
Maybe he'd intended to tickle her more, or maybe he was just going to get up and go get his screwdriver, or maybe he hadn't actually known what he was going to do, but the second he found himself on top of Rose, what he did do was lean down and capture her lips with his. Rose made no protest, even when he lifted her up so that he could take his coat off of her, because now she wasn't cold at all and she didn't know how she'd ever even been cold in the first place. It wasn't long before their various articles of clothing were discarded around them and the two of them were panting in each other's arms and neither of them was even remotely cold.
Grinning, the Doctor propped himself up on his elbow and said, "Okay. I won't burn your rocking chair."
Rose promptly smacked him once before pulling his face down to hers again.
