A/N: This one is a bit shorter than I've been writing but I know it's been a couple of days so I figured I'd at least give you this to hold you over!
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The Doctor stepped out of the shower and began toweling off. The last couple of days had been eventful to say the least and the hot shower had felt good on his sore muscles. Hmm… sore muscles, that's new, he thought.
He finished toweling off and looked around the bathroom for his clothes before realizing that he had left them in his room. He wrapped the towel around his waist and prayed that he wouldn't run into anyone in the hallway. Especially Jackie.
Silently, he padded down the hallway, clutching the towel to his body. As he laid his hand on his doorknob, he felt relieved that he had made it without being seen.
"Forget your clothes?"
The Doctor jumped at the question, nearly dropping the towel in his surprise. Spinning around on his heels, he came face to face with Rose who was smiling widely and very obviously amused at having found the Doctor in such a compromising and embarrassing position.
"Ahh… Y-yeah. Yes. Yes, I did," he stammered, "I guess I'll just be on my way now. You know, so I can get dressed."
He could feel the heat creep up his neck and into his face, which only got worse once he realized how scantily clad Rose was in her pajama shorts and tank top. He wanted nothing more than to grab her then and there and whisk her into his room.
She smiled mischievously as she closed the distance between them. Reaching up, she tangled her hands in his wet hair and brought his mouth down on hers for a slow and gentle kiss. The kiss took the Doctor by surprise, but he was soon returning it with intensity and urgency. Forgetting the towel entirely, he placed one hand on the small of her back, drawing her in closer, and the other in her hair. A moan escaped his lips as her tongue began darting in and out of his mouth before she finally pulled back. He immediately wanted to pull her back in for another, the taste of her still in his mouth; but before he could do anything, Rose sauntered away, turning to flash a cheeky grin at him over her shoulder before disappearing behind the bathroom door. He groaned in disappointment as he turned away and entered his room.
Laying in bed, Rose was all he could think about. He couldn't stop fantasizing about what may have happened if they had continued. Cursing his new human hormones and lack of superior Time Lord control, he scrubbed his hands roughly over his face, trying to drive the torturing images away.
A light knock on his door brought him back to reality. The door opened and Rose peeked in, "Hi," she greeted.
"Emm. Hi," he squeaked back.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course."
Rose slipped around the door and closed it quietly behind her. The Doctor sat up and shifted so that he sat up against the headboard. Wordlessly, Rose climbed into the bed and quickly snuggled up against the Doctor's side, her right hand laying over his single heart. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her and began playing with a stray lock of her hair.
"Please don't ever leave me," she finally whispered.
The Doctor squeezed her gently, "Rose, I could never leave you. I never will. I promise." He kissed the top of her head before resting his cheek there. Wrapped safely in his arms, Rose quickly fell into a blissful sleep.
Despite being tired, the Doctor was unable to sleep himself. He was content just to lay there with Rose in his arms, listening to the patterns of her breathing. His mind swirled with all that had happened and he couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed of the way he acted. He had been so in control of his emotions and actions before; but found that the human hormones, mixed with the intense fear of losing Rose again, made it much harder to control himself. He vowed to himself and Rose that he would try harder from now on. He would be the man - the Time Lord - that he had been and the one she had fallen in love with.
Rose was woken by the morning sun. It took her a few minutes to take in her surroundings and realize that she had stayed the whole night in the Doctor's room. In fact, her head was using his chest as a pillow and his arms were wrapped around her. She lifted her head and looked at him. His eyes were open and he smiled warmly at her.
"'Morning," she said, moving away to stretch.
"Good morning!" The Doctor replied enthusiastically. Much too enthusiastically for the time.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked as she stood up and ran her hands through her hair to try to straighten it.
"Good. Great. Fantastic!" he lied. "So what's the plan for today?"
"Umm… well, we definitely need to get to Torchwood and fill out the paperwork for last night since we didn't do it right after…" The Doctor's face fell but she continued, "and Dad needs to see you again. He got your identification and story all set up. And after that, who knows?"
The Doctor nodded, unenthusiastically. "Well, I guess I'd better get ready then. It's a big day for me, finding out who I am and all," he said cheerfully.
"Guess so," Rose agreed with a smile as she left his room.
Rose finished getting ready and went downstairs to the kitchen where she knew the Doctor would be. As she entered, she stopped, surprised.
The Doctor stood, leaning against the kitchen counter, his long legs crossed. He held a cup in his hand and was chatting amiably with Jackie. What was more surprising was that he was in jeans and a white button up shirt with a red tie. Rose couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in either a suit or a pajama suit. She also couldn't remember a time when he looked so good.
When he saw Rose, he gave her his signature smile, the one he only used for her. His dark eyes crinkled slightly, his dimple flashed, and Rose went weak in the knees.
