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Chapter Seven: My Doctor
I looked round the room as the Doctor went to sit on his bed. I found a door leading to what seemed like a bathroom. I strolled over to it and peeked in. Yep, it was a bathroom. I slipped through the door as the Doctor closed his eyes and continued to get changed. The bathroom was just as magnificent as the bedroom. A huge hot tub was in the middle of the floor, with a fluffy, red bath mat surrounding it. The walls were white with a red border at the top, and the ceiling seemed to go up forever. I finished changing, but I daren't come out to face the Doctor, what had he been thinking?
'I bet he planned all this…' I thought to myself as I leant against on of the cool, tiled walls. I heard a shout from inside the bedroom.
"Roooooseeeeee?! You ready yet?" came the Doctor's voice from beyond the door.
"Uh, yeah, I am." I called back, unlocking the door and walking through. The Doctor smiled and patted the bed beside him, shuffling up, indicating for me to sit down. I hesitantly sat beside the Doctor. He put his arm around my shoulders and I let my head fall against his chest, listening to his hearts.
"Rose?"
"Mhm?"
"I guessed that seemed a bit strange to you?"
"What? The whole 'you burst in on me whilst I was getting changed' thing?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Yeah, it was a bit strange. You didn't… plan it… did you?"
"NO…not exactly…I guess I was just kinda…tempted…" he blushed, almost as red as the sheets.
"I know what you mean…that's the real reason why I ran off …I was trying to resist the temptation" I rambled on as I felt a rush of blood enter my cheeks. The Doctor's cheeks bulged as though he was trying not to giggle, then he let out a snort of laughter. After a while we were both rolling about in fits of giggles.
"I…I'm sorry" the Doctor said in between giggles, "It just kinda sounded funny, it seems stupid now I think back"
"Do you realise that we are laughing about such a childish thing?" I laughed. Eventually we both calmed down and collected ourselves.
The Doctor got up and walked over to his desk. He picked up the note I saw earlier and brought it back over to the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed, just reading it, then sat back down next to me.
"Here…" he said, passing me the letter, "I wrote this for you a while ago." I took the letter and read it.
'My Dearest Rose,
As time goes by, I fear that you will no longer be with me. I Want You to know that I love you more than anything else, and I want you to stay with me for as long as you can. Even when the time comes where you have to leave me, I'll always remember you as my Rose. The one I saved that night, the night you took my hand and we ran. Ran and ran, saving the universe. That Christmas, I thought you'd given up on me. I was wrong. You never gave up on me. You are more precious to me than anything I've ever had the privilege to know before.
Rose, dear, dear Rose…
I love you.
The Doctor xx
My eyes welled up with tears as I read this. "Doctor… I never knew I meant so much to you." I buried my face into his shoulder as he gently comforted me, stroking my hair. He nudged my head up and I looked at him. My head fell onto his arm and he leant me back so I was almost lying on the bed, as he lowered me in his arms. He passionately placed his lips on mine in a tender kiss. My hands found their way round his back and up into his hair as he deepened the kiss. I felt his tongue nudge against my lips so I gently parted them for him. His tongue swept across my teeth and the roof of my mouth. As our tongues entwined, I knew that I would be with him for as long as I could.
My Doctor.
