Chapter 11 - 01.03 - The Unquiet Dead

The Doctor was probably enjoying this a little too much.

"First of all ya drug me," Rose shouted at the undertaker seated before her, "then ya kidnap me... An' don't think I didn't feel yer hands havin' a quick wander, ya dirty old man."

"I won't be spoken to like this!" Mr. Sneed spluttered, indignantly.

"Then," she went on, unheeding, "ya stuck me in a room full o' zombies! An' if that ain't enough, you swan off and leave me to die! What?!"

The Doctor blinked, realizing her last exclamation had been directed at him. He made no effort to reign in his grin as he shrugged where he stood, leaning against the fireplace mantel. "Jus'... yer beautiful when yer all righteously indignant," he told her.

Rose's hands rested firmly on her hips as she squared off opposite him. "Considerin'?" she prompted hotly, hearkening back to his earlier assessment of her ensemble.

The Doctor laughed a refreshing, honest, straight from the hearts, how-did-a-ray-of-sunshine-find-its-way-into-the-darkness laugh. In two strides he was standing right in front of her, his own hands resting on her waist. "Considerin', in all the vastness of time an' space, I'm jus' so glad I met you."

"Oh," she breathed, softly. Rose grabbed the sleeves of his jacket, leveraging herself up high enough to briefly but firmly press her lips to his. "Um... Me, too?"

As Rose came down from her tiptoes, the Doctor was probably the only life form present that could notice his brief hesitation before he ducked his head, chasing her retreating mouth, and taking full advantage when her lips parted in a startled gasp.


Or, even better than that...


To be continued...