The Doctor cleared his throat after reading the letter. He remembered back to the exact moment when he had lost her, crying in the TARDIS until Donna had appeared. "Me too," he whispered. "I was a mess to be perfectly honest." He smiled gently at her when she thanked him. "Oh, well you're welcome. But, no big deal. It's all part of the everyday life," but then he hears her start to talk in the present and he shakes his head sadly. "No, we can't. I'm sorry, it's too dangerous with me not being myself."
He has more to say but he was suddenly cut off by Rose's lips pressing against his. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't help himself. He's never really properly kissed her. The first time was just to save her life, and she didn't even remember. And the second, well, she was possessed, it wasn't her. All thoughts eradicated themselves from his mind and once of his hands slipped behind her neck, just grazing against the skin as they tangled into her hair.
He doesn't even know why he was concerned with weather it was right or wrong, because it felt so right. Right now, kissing Rose, all the pain of dealing with Mr. Clever had gone away. All that he was focused on was the way his lips felt against hers, how they moved together in perfect synchronization. It was perfect.
And then everything went wrong.
The kiss took a 180 when Mr. Clever took over again. God, now of all times? The Doctor desperately tried to fight against him, ensure he wouldn't hurt Rose, but to no avail.
Mr. Clever took the Doctors hand that was still resting against Rose's cheek and slid it down her arm until it was resting just above her hip. He pulled her flush against him roughly and poked his tongue at her bottom lip.
"Rose Tyler," he growled through the kiss, pulling back only slightly so that their lips were still touching. "This is new, but no complaints from me."
The kiss with the Doctor felt normal. This kiss was different from when she had kissed the Meta-Crisis. This kiss was softer…More love filled. As he kissed back, she slipped her arms around the Doctor's waist pulling herself closer to him. Then, something changed slightly. The kiss became slightly rougher. Rose didn't mind though. As the Doctor pulled back Rose smiled. "Oh come on….You've been kissed before haven't ya? You did snog Madame de Pompadour didn't ya? You never shut up about that." She giggled.
"Oh, I've kissed plenty," Mr. Clever replied."Mmm, Madame de Pompadour was a good snog, but nothing like you." He kissed down her neck, his lips stopping where her shoulder met it and sucked on the skin and his hands bunched up the material of her shirt behind her back.
When he felt satisfied with this, his lips returned to her with a desperate hunger kissing her even rougher than before.
Stop it, The Doctor pleaded. Don't you dare hurt her. He fought back, and Mr. Clever's lips seemed to be pulled away from Roses.
Due to this, his lips seemed to be in a constant struggle with themselves, Mr. Clever attempting to continue kissing Rose, and The Doctor trying to stop it. Rose let out a small sigh as he kissed down her neck. Rose wasn't thinking clearly. Not at all. Kissing the Doctor wasn't like when she kissed Mickey. This wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before. A small noise escaped Rose's lips as he kissed her more desperate this time after kissing her neck. As she felt his lips fighting against hers, she pulled back and looked at the 'Doctor'
What's wrong?" Rose asked him. She was actually worried he didn't feel comfortable or something. Had she done something wrong?
You've done nothing wrong, The Doctor thought. Absolutely nothing. Everything perfect, in fact. Couldn't ask for better.
"Nothing," Mr. Clever confirmed The Doctor's thoughts. "Except for the fact that you couldn't tell I switched over mid-kiss." Mr. Clever gave Rose a smirk. "But… I suppose that gave me some enjoyment, so don't dread on it too much."
He pulled out a cybermite, about to convert Rose. "Do you see this little bugger?" He asked, chuckling at his own joke. "This, is what's going to convert you."
The Doctor was filled with anger. If you lay one more hand on her, he warned, I swear on my life I will find a way to get revenge if it's the last thing I do. He attempted to stop Mr. Clever trying to move his limbs in the slightest and make it more difficult for Cyber.
Rose backed up when Mr. Clever revealed that it was him. How could she have been fooled so easily. She wanted to smack him, she was so angry that he could convince her he was the Doctor. She looked frightened as Mr. Clever pulled out a little silver bug.
"No..." Rose said as her voice shook. "The Doctor won't allow it. He won't allow me to be converted. I won't either."
"But the Doctor can't help it. He can only fight me so much," Mr. Clever replied. "You're on your own here, sweetheart."
Mr. Clever reached out to grap Roses arm, but it veered to the side as he fought for control with the Doctor. When he finally had a grasp on her, he began to place the cybermite on here when his hand suddenly opened, the cybermite falling to the ground.
He let out a growl, angry at the Doctor for being disobedient. Keeping a grip on Rose, he bent down to pick up the bug. However, while he did this, the Doctor forced his arm off of Rose.
"Dammit."
Rose looked at Mr. Clever. The Doctor was fighting him off! Rose glared and crushed the cybermite with her foot. "Nice try Mr. Clever. Your not going to convert me that easily." Rose hissed at him as her eyes slowly began to tint a gold color, the more furious she became. "You've messed with the wrong woman to try and convert into a Cyberman..."
