So sorry this one is so late, computer problems + internet problems = no luck with posting. Still, this one has fluff and dancing and a little bit of smut, and there will be an epilogue afterwards that should not take as long for me to post. The lyrics are from "I'm Happy Just To Dance With You" and "If I Fell", and I also mention "I've Just Seen A Face", all by the Beatles, and they belong to them, not me. If you've never listened to the songs then you should give them a try, the Beatles rule and these songs are good ones. Hope you enjoy it, review if you like!

Rose hopped quickly into the shower, knowing that afterwards they could continue any talking (or anything else for that matter) that needed to be done. She was suddenly not feeling tired any longer, perfectly ready to stay up all night if needs be.

She quickly pulled on pyjama trousers and a vest top once she had finished the speediest shower she had ever taken, only having enough patience to blow dry her hair until it wasn't dripping. She grabbed a towel as she wandered back through the flat, seeing the Doctor fiddling about with the CD player on the windowsill.

The Doctor grinned, pressing play on the CD player and looking mighty pleased with himself. "Would've got an iPod or something, but what can I say? I'm an old fashioned sort of half-human Time Lord – CDs are fine for me! Love a CD." He was babbling again, and Rose couldn't put into words how ecstatic she was to hear the sound of his voice floating through the flat once more.

She was still standing calmly by the door, rubbing her damp hair with a towel when the music started. It appeared to be a CD of the Doctor's favourite songs by The Beatles (though she didn't know how he could've narrowed it down enough to put on one CD, when she had asked him before he had ended up listing about 30 different songs before giving up.) The first song was "I've Just Seen A Face" and Rose smiled fondly as she watched the Doctor singing along as he sat down on the sofa, treading the fine line between nonchalance and nervousness that she had only seen a couple of times before, and that she found so completely endearing.

Rose kept on drying her hair, feeling quite content to stand and say nothing. Having another presence in the room after 5 days of being alone was so comforting that she couldn't bring herself to feel anything but happy. Once her hair was just about dry she quickly laid the towel out over the radiator. The Doctor was facing away from her now, tapping his converse clad feet in time to the music. The song ended and the next one started – "I'm Happy Just To Dance With You." Rose grinned, suddenly having a brilliant idea.

She walked round in front of him and offered him her hand. The Doctor looked at it for a moment as though he wasn't sure what exactly it was supposed to be.

"Come on," Rose said, remembering a time long ago where she had ended up in this same situation, "show me your moves."

The Doctor grinned leaping up in a flash and grabbing both of Rose's hands. They had moved the broken coffee table over to the side of the room when the police were there, hoping to get a replacement one soon, which left a perfect amount of space for dancing. It was almost too convenient. Rose looked at the Doctor shrewdly, wondering if he had planned this, but she couldn't see any of the smugness he usually displayed when one of his plans came together, so she had to conclude that it was just luck.

They danced wildly, Rose giggling and the Doctor laughing as he twirled and spun her around to the music. He bumped into the sofa at one point and hopped on one leg, cursing as he rubbed his bruised foot. This led to a few moments of crazy hopping dancing which stopped when they nearly ended up in a tangled heap of arms and legs on the floor. The Doctor sang along as they danced, voice breathless and full of happiness.

In this world there's nothing I would rather do
I've discovered I'm in love with you,
'Cause I'm happy just to dance with you

They span around one more time before both flopping down onto the sofa in unison, tired out and giggling hysterically. They acted like four year olds most of the time; Rose was astonished they actually managed to do normal things like shopping without starting food fights in the supermarket.

They lay on the sofa, Rose lifting up her legs and resting across it, which was all well and good until the Doctor decided to tickle her feet.

"Oi!" she shouted, jerking her foot away from him. "I swear, if you do that again I will not be responsible for my actions, I may very well break your nose."

He looked her in the eyes, and very deliberately trailed one finger over the sole of her foot, ducking as said foot came swinging up towards his face. The Doctor over-balanced and fell to the floor with a thud and a shout of pain. Rose grinned sweetly at him.

"Told you so."

She stood up and offered him her hands, yanking him up from the ground so that he ended up standing very close to her, too close to be casual and friendly. The Doctor took Rose's left hand in his, sliding his other hand around her waist and in a moment they were slow dancing. Rose had always known that dancing was a brilliant opportunity for flirting, but seriously, this was ridiculous – he should not be able to make her feel like this by doing barely anything. She slid her hand onto his shoulder and gulped, hoping he didn't realise how much she was enjoying being this close to him. They swayed to the music, slowly twirling on the spot, the Doctor yet again murmuring the words of the song in her ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.

If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
'Cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands

Rose smiled into his shoulder at the appropriateness of this lyric, squeezing the Doctor's hand tighter and knowing without looking that he was smiling too. She could feel his breath on her cheek, suddenly too aware of every point of contact between their bodies. Why did she feel like this? They had been close before, they had slept together not too long ago for god's sake! Everything felt new, like she had never experienced it before. She supposed it could be because, this time, she was sure of what they both wanted – they were both sure that this was what they wanted. She was still thinking about this when the Doctor's hand dropped her own and carefully tilted her chin so that she was looking right at him. He grinned, almost cockily, and Rose briefly contemplated knocking him down a peg or two before he kissed her and all rational thought seemed to leave her mind in a flash.

Rose's other hand came up to the Doctor's shoulder, before making its way over the back of his neck and tangling into his hair. She smiled as she kissed him – it was better than she had remembered it – and he took the opportunity to gently slide his tongue into her mouth, hands gripping her waist with an intensity that had been hidden up until now. Rose, not to be outdone where intensity was concerned, quickly turned the kiss up to eleven, being almost violent in her movements until she sensed that they both needed to breathe. She slowly disengaged her mouth from his, standing in front of him for a moment before pushing him gently. He fell back onto the sofa without the slightest resistance.

Rose had to control a smirk at the Doctor's face, slightly dazed and confused, hair in crazy disarray as he looked up at her. She enjoyed the moments when he was completely out of his depth – they came so rarely, even now as he attempted to live a human life, so she cherished every one.

"That was good," he said, sounding as though he had recently been hit over the head with something heavy.

"Oh, you have no idea," Rose grinned, taking her chance before he fully regained control of his senses and just about jumping on him, knocking him backwards until he was lying on the couch, her lying on him and very much enjoying the way that her body was his so closely. He was kissing her now, hand on the back of her neck so she couldn't pull away, though the idea that she would ever want to stop what was going on between her and the Doctor at this moment seemed ludicrous to her, particularly since her hands were undoing the buttons on his shirt of their own accord.

Soon the shirt was on the floor, closely followed by Rose's t-shirt and then Rose herself, who had pulled the Doctor towards her so fiercely in order to continue kissing him that she had over balanced them both. Now the Doctor was the one who was lying on her, using his arms just enough so that he wasn't squashing her, but still pressing against her in a way that made Rose wish she could somehow vanish the rest of their clothes in double quick time.

"We seem to make a habit of this," the Doctor said, raising an eyebrow at her, his face so close that his nose was nearly brushing her own.

"I assume you mean falling off the sofa," Rose replied dryly, trying to stop her heart from beating as fast as it was, "because this-" she kissed him, using her tongue in such a way as to make him moan, grinning as she pulled away and caught sight of his hungry expression, "-is something we do not do nearly as often as we should."

"I agree," he said, looking hungrily into her eyes, "and this time we are not moving from here, I don't care if the bed would be more comfortable."

"Wow, sex on the floor, you're such a romantic, Doctor."

The Doctor looked down at Rose with amusement and disbelief in his face. "Oh OK then, I can be romantic if you want, it'll probably take a little while but I'm certain you can wait." As he spoke he moved against her and Rose felt a twinge inside her that made her buck her hips violently against his without even being aware of it.

"OK, OK," she gasped, "here is good. I'm sure it'll be great...as long as it's with you." She raised an eyebrow and smothered a giggle. Of all the times to be having an insults match, this wasn't one she would've imagined.

The Doctor, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying teasing her in this compromising position. Teasing being the operative word – she knew all those years fiddling around with the TARDIS with his fingers would come in handy some day. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Rose Tyler, and sarcastic flattery is even less welcome."

It was a bit crazy, if Rose was honest, trousers being wrestled off and hot skin and the wood floor cold against her back. And she absolutely loved it. So much better than the last time, and it wasn't like that time had been awful or anything. In fact, before tonight, Rose would not have thought that sex could get better than it had on her last night with the Doctor. Never had she been happier to be wrong.

Afterwards, the Doctor had all but collapsed on her chest, holding his own weight so he wouldn't crush her. He was panting, she could feel his breath even more clearly now it was blowing across her sweat dampened skin. For a few minutes they just caught their breath, not bothering to talk or even move for their embrace. Finally Rose remembered where they were.

"As much as I like spending time with you, Doctor, are we really going to lie here all night? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sleep in our own bed?" Rose thought nothing of saying "our bed," it seemed right.

She saw the Doctor's eyes light up, mischievous and excited and ecstatic. "Oh Rose," he said, "who on Earth said we're going to be sleeping?"

It occurred to Rose, when she awoke late the next morning and was still half asleep that, with their relationship having now reached this point, they might not make it out the house for a few days. Still, it wasn't like she minded.

She took him to Torchwood with her the next day, and she, the Doctor and Pete had a long discussion about the way in which they could work with the Doctor without him completely abandoning all his rules. (The 'no sex with companions' rule was apparently out the window, though without the TARDIS Rose wasn't sure she could be classed as a companion. Not that it mattered either way, companion or not there was no turning back at this point.)

It took a while – the Doctor liked to talk, Rose knew that already – but eventually they came with a compromise that meant that the Doctor only had to carry something that had the capacity to stun, not to kill, and that he could use his own judgement as to whether or not it needed to be used in a situation. Rose had a lot of respect for Pete for not simply letting the Doctor do as he liked. Not that he exactly put his foot down about it, but he certainly didn't let the Doctor walk all over him. Not that the Doctor let this faze him in the slightest. Rose could sense that their future assignments were suddenly going to have a lot more talking and negotiating than previously, but she liked that. The Doctor tended to make people better – hence his name – and Rose thought that Torchwood would benefit from having the Doctor around.

She certainly had. Though Rose thought that it was more likely that she had made him better, as she had always intended to do. She supposed they helped each other, making each other laugh and going on adventures and just loving being together, Rose Tyler and the Doctor, the Stuff of Legend.

How times changed.

Well, only the epilogue to go! It will only be short, but it will be cute and fluffy - you should know by now that I love cute fluffy things more than most things in the world. My tumblr url is donna-and-her-spaceman, just in case you wanted to know :P