WHY YOU MAKE MY CHAPTERS LOOK SO SHORT?

Sorry if this doesn't look like much, I assure you on word it was like, 2 pages :/

Enjoy, anyway!

"You just said it. You said you loved me."

"I...What?" The Doctor slowly directed his gaze up at Rose. She stared down at him, and her mouth steadily curved upwards at the corners.

"You finally said it."

The Doctor straightened up, looked left and right, and smiled in an amused fashion. He was evidently quite taken aback by his own words.

"I did." He looked sideways at Rose. "It wasn't as difficult as I thought it'd be..."

"Then kiss me again." Rose said seriously, taking him by his lapels. "Because I love you too."

She pulled him against her once more and hitched herself up on the washing machine so that the Doctor was positioned between her legs. They kissed fiercely, Rose's hands slowly pulling his tweed jacket down over his shoulders. The Doctor enjoyed every moment of it, as it really had been a long time, and he revelled in doing it with Rose. He knew their time was borrowed, and what they were doing in the laundry room would be frowned upon by the metacrisis Doctor, but instead of properly considering the ramifications of their actions, the only problem that arose in the Doctor's mind was that the laundry room door was not locked, and it was therefore, not safe.

"The door." He murmured into Rose's lips, making a less than valiant attempt to move away from her. Rose caught the back of his legs with the heel of her foot, her leg wrapped around him.

"What?" She murmured back, continuing to kiss him, blindly working on undoing his bow tie, and thus, his shirt buttons.

"The door!" The Doctor repeated, and he fumbled for his sonic screwdriver with one hand, while the other remained around Rose's waist. The blonde, highly bemused by his behaviour, continued messing with his buttons until at least the first three were undone. The Doctor had found his sonic screwdriver, inexplicably tucked in his back pocket, and had managed to pull himself and Rose away from the washing machine. He twisted around in an attempt to lock the door with the device from a distance, but his efforts were in vain. Rose completely disregarded his behaviour and continued kissing his jawbone and then neck, which the Doctor considered very distracting. He vowed to lock the door much quicker so that their escapades could continue, but as he leaned further towards the door itself, stretching unnecessarily, he eventually lost his balance, and, just as the lock clicked, he went toppling to the floor, Rose going with him. Together they lay, slightly dazed on the ground amongst the abandoned laundry, her on top of him. Sitting up, hair all in her face, Rose smirked down at the Doctor, propping herself up on his chest.

"Convenient." She thrust her hips back and forth as if for effect, and the Doctor flung his sonic screwdriver to one side.

"I suppose so."

And there, on the laundry room floor, he took her into his arms once more.

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Amy had decided it was high time she began her spy work on the Doctor. She wanted to make sure he had actually spoken to Rose about things, found out what she truly wanted, and she needed to know the Doctor wasn't lying when he reported back. She crept about the house like a ninja, pressing herself against walls and peeking around corners as if she were a government spy. The Doctor and Rose didn't appear to be anywhere, and Amy would have decided she were not a very good spy at all, had Rory not been accompanying her.

"This is your fault, you're probably being too loud, you'll have spooked them."
Rory glared at her.

"They're not deer."

About to retort back, Amy opened her mouth, but instantly closed it again, when she heard what sounded like muffled voices nearby. Whipping her head around, she looked down the hallway, in the direction of the laundry room and dining room, and shushed Rory as she began to creep once more, down the corridor. Rory followed, whispering behind her-

"What's that noise?"
"I don't know." Replied Amy, slowing down as they reached the door of the nearest room. Pressing her head to the door so that her ear touched wood, Amy Pond listened very carefully, to the noises coming from the laundry room. Her curious expression slowly turned into a knowing one, and then a knowing smile crossed her face.

She smirked at Rory, who looked quite alarmed and confused.

"Are they-!"

Amy tried the door, which was locked tight. Her lips curved up at one corner, and she wiggled her eyebrows at Rory.

"You bet they are."

"What about everything he said! All that guilt!"

"Guilt shmilt!" Amy turned and began walking back down the hall.

"You shouldn't have said anything y'know, to him, or Rose." Scolded Rory, hurrying to keep up with her. "They're both quite temperamental when around each other, if you hadn't noticed."

"Rory, let them have their fun." Amy replied, rolling her eyes before her face became mischievous. "...Do we have a laundry room?"

"What?"

They disappeared into the lounge, just as the metacrisis descended the stairs.

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The Doctor and Rose, thoroughly content and currently not feeling in the slightest bit guilty, were hurriedly pulling clothes back on. It hadn't quite sunk in, what they had done, even as the Doctor shrugged on his tweed jacket and Rose buttoned up her shirt.

A loud rapping on the door startled them both.

"Rose? Is that you in there?" Came the muffled voice of a suspicious metacrisis Doctor.

The Doctor jumped at her words and swapped an alarmed look with Rose, who went to the door.
"Yeah!" She called back. "I'll be right out-"

"Why have you locked the door?"

Rose glanced back at the Doctor, panic rising in her eyes.
"Uh...I haven't!" She gestured to the Doctor, who quickly unlocked the door. She shooed him away, warning him to hide, and he looked flustered for a moment, before running to hide between the washer and dryer. Rose opened the door.

"Hiya." And she threw her arms around the other Doctor's neck to distract him. "Are you okay?"
"Fine."

The Doctor could see from his hiding place that the metacrisis was scouring the room with suspicious eyes, but then, his expression softened.

"Brilliant, with you around." He took Rose's hand and kissed her full on the mouth. The Doctor's stomach twisted, and he wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Rose kissed him back briefly before pulling away, smiling uncomfortably.

"Shall we go find the others?"

"'Course." Smiled the metacrisis. "I'll be right with you. Just gonna make a cup of tea." He gestured over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen, and Rose nodded slowly.

"Alright. I'll be in the lounge." Eyeing him with uncertainty, she turned and headed back down the hallway, disappearing into the lounge.

The Doctor watched from his hiding place as the metacrisis waited for Rose to go. Was he going to make that cup of tea, or not?

All his hopes were thrown out of the window when the other Doctor entered the laundry room, standing square in the middle of it.
"Alright. I know you're in here. Come on out."

I made them get a room, it's all your fault, you lot.

No I'm kidding, but I do very much take your reviews into account, thank you very much for them. It's coming up to the most I've ever got on a story!