A/N: Hello readers :D Some of this chapter mentions certain events (Remember Vegas...? ;P) of my other story 'And this is when he breaks the rules.' So if you like, you can always check that one out too, if you haven't yet read it. But you don't have to. Up to you xxx

Chapter 14

Several rollercoaster rides later, Rose and the Doctor are on a Ferris wheel eating candyfloss, while trying to concentrate on not reaching for each other. His arm is already around her waist, and her hand is resting on his knee lightly. It's all they can both do not to kiss the pink stickiness right off each other's lips.

He's half-sure he used to have better self-control than this. What had happened? Oh yeah. Rose. And several other factors, all Rose's doing. Including mistletoe, some rolling about on the TARDIS floor, a trip to Vegas, a very interesting game of 'Truth or Dare', a lot of alcohol, some beautiful, romantic locations, and her telling him she loved him. That'd been when he'd broken the rules. That'd been when he lost all his willpower to stay away from her. And he hadn't been able to resist her ever since.

She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, and wonders if he is as close to surrendering as she already is. It's only been a few hours, but the urge to kiss him is overpowering her. Unconsciously, she tightens her grip on his knee as she drifts off into a daydream, remembering this morning...that had been fantastic...oh, and last night. Last night with that rather lovely experience. Now that had been wonderful...

And funnily enough, the Doctor is thinking about the same thing.

~~~Flashback~~~

"Doctor...?" she says, running a hand down his arm wistfully. She's sitting on the floor in front of him, cross-legged, doing nothing in particular. Except watch him dreamily while he lies on the sofa reading, his glasses perched on the end of his nose.

"Yes, Rose?" he replies, glancing up from his book to regard her. She looks nice with her hair like that, he notices, all wavy and wispy and windswept thanks to their earlier encounter on a beach in Miami, in the year of 1984. She looks nice with her hair like anything, he realises. Especially in the morning, when it's all lovely and sexily messed up after a good night's sleep. Well, maybe not a night's sleep...

"Do you ever get bored of travelling?" she asks curiously, breaking him out of his trance, "Cos you've lived such a long life and all. Plus, you take me places to where you've already been. Don't you get bored of seeing the same planets, same time zones?"

"Not when I get to show you, no," he responds, thinking about all the times he sees her beam with happiness, or open her eyes wide in awe at the wonders of the universe. He then eyes her suspiciously, "Why?"

"Just wondering," she says, smiling softly, "I suppose, there's so much of the universe you haven't even seen yet, eh?"

"That's what I believe," he smiles, "And it's good, because yeah, sometimes I show you places that I've already been to, because I know you'd love them, but other times, we end up in places I've never been before. So we experience it together. Which is nice. Very nice, in fact. Brilliant!"

Rose giggles and sits up, kneeling in front of him. Looking up at him, their eyes meet and she realises he's staring at her again. He does that a lot, she realises. She wonders what he's thinking. "I love travelling with you," she murmurs quietly.

"Me too," he replies softly, twirling a wisp of her hair in his fingers.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yes."

He tugs on her hand and pulls her up into his lap. She shifts down as he sits up a bit, to rest her head on his chest; she listens to the double thump thump of his hearts and feels safe and comforted.

"Rose?" he whispers.

She raises her head to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Oh, um...dare."

"Dare. Right. I know, I dare you to...to kiss me," he says, grinning slightly. She raises an eyebrow. "Always wanted to dare you to do that. Back in Vegas," he explains.

"But instead you got me to ask some random guy what his favourite cheese was..." she says, giggling at the memory of a very jealous and possessive Doctor.

"Yep. But I wasn't to know that somehow you'd say it in a way that made him want to...well, you know. But I thought he looked a bit shifty from the moment I saw him put on that pink cowboy hat."

Rose laughs. "God... now that was a funny night."

"Yep, it certainly was."

"And very interesting."

"Was it?"

"Well, we had been drinking a lot, and you revealed some stuff, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah..." he replies, averting his eyes from hers.

"You didn't know what to do, you said," she says next, seeing how far she could push this.

"Yeah. I suppose I did," he says, shrugging nonchalantly.

"But then you kissed me," she says, tracing his lips with her finger. She pulls her hand back abruptly when she realises.

He smiles at this. "Yep! When in doubt, kiss Rose. That's my new motto," he replies, and Rose giggles.

"You also said that you hadn't - " she begins, only to be interrupted swiftly.

"- you weren't wearing any underwear," he drops in casually, trying to turn the conversation around and avoid what he knew her next question would be.

"No, I wasn't. But that was your fault, really, for not getting me any when you bought me that beautiful pink dress...the very same dress that you ripped apart the other night..." she says, winking at him.

"Only 'cos you asked me too. I liked that dress. And you forced me to rip it off you. Consequently, I conclude that you're very mean. And somewhat kinky..." he says, smirking widely.

"You loved doing that."

"Mmmm. So did you. A lot."

"True, true," she giggles. "But it was fun, 'cos I'd never seen you get like that before. I think perhaps it was because you were trying to convince me you were manly...and that you'd be better than Elvis..."

"Nonsense. Anyway, you still haven't done your dare yet," he replies, his brow furrowing. And he looks so adorable laying there all defensive with his sexy glasses on, that Rose can't resist tracing the features of his face with her finger. He shivers involuntarily at her touch.

She leans in to whisper in his ear, "Guess what?"

He swallows thickly at the feel of her breath against his neck. "What?"

"I'd always pick you." She brings her hands up into his hair as she presses tender kisses along his jaw line.

He turns her head slightly and whispers against her lips, as sincerely as he can manage, "That's a shame. 'Cos I'd always pick Elvis." He waggles his eyebrows at her.

She pokes her tongue out at him and then laughs warmly. "I knew you were gay..." she teases.

"If I were gay, then I really wouldn't be able to do this, would I?"

And with that, he flips her over, off of the sofa and onto the floor, landing on top of her with a thump. And then, he shows her - in the most amazing, beautiful way, not even known to the rest of the universe, it was so especially for them - that realistically, of course he'd pick her.

Always.

Forever.

~~~End of flashback~~~

He glances down at her hand clutching his knee, then back up at her face - where her eyes are closed and she's quite adorably biting her lip - with a raised eyebrow. She appears to snap out of some sort of daydream, opening her eyes suddenly, and, on seeing his eyes flick downwards again, realises what she's doing. She blushes bright red.

"What were you thinking about?" the Doctor asks innocently. He reckons he only needs one guess, as it's likely she had been thinking about the same thing he had been thinking about.

He's trying not to laugh. Well, really, he's trying not to kiss her, but you know...

"Oh, nothing, nothing," she insists, releasing his knee and averting her eyes to the view surrounding them. "It'll be the New Year soon. One whole year of the new millennium over. I bet there'll be fireworks..." she says, attempting to distract him.

He chuckles at her rapid change of subject, and shuffles close to her. He reaches for her hand, the one that had been resting on – well, squeezing – his knee, and intertwines his fingers with hers. "What were you thinking about?" he repeats, close to her ear.

She shivers. "Bit chilly, isn't it?" she says, attempting to distract him again.

"Well, it is the end of December in England, so yeah. Pretty chilly," He wraps his other arm around her. "Better?" he asks, hoping to keep her warmer. And close to him.

"Yeah, ta. Though, I could think of better ways to get - " she stops herself as she realises what she's saying. She can't let him think that that's what she was –

"Ohhh. So that's what you were thinking about, eh?" he asks, nuzzling her hair playfully.

She turns her head to look him in the eye. "No, no. Never said that. You're just assuming that's what I was thinking. Which means you were the one actually thinking about it. Therefore, I wasn't thinking about it; I was simply referring to...to...aha! To the ancient art of trampoline-ing," she rambles, pointing at some kids on a trampoline way below them.

"Right..." he says slowly, thinking that over, "However, the question is, what did you think I was thinking that you were thinking?"

"Well, you know. The thing that we are trying so desperately hard to resist, in order to prove who is less obsessed..."

"Sex, then?"

"Yeah."

"Ah. But there you go, you see. Because did I actually mention that? I think not. You just assumed that's what I thought you were thinking. Which means you must have been thinking of it. I, on the other hand, knew you were talking about 'trampoline-ing,'" he concludes.

Rose sighs and gives him an evil look. "Well...oh, whatever," she exasperates, turning to face the front again.

He gives a triumphant little smile. "Want to know a secret?" he whispers into her ear, as he pulls her back against him.

"Suppose so," she mutters, but a smile plays on her lips when his arms come to wrap around her waist tightly. His fingers trace patterns on her stomach lazily.

"Both of us are obsessed."

Rose giggles and turns around in his arms to look at him again. "Yeah. You're so right."

"You were thinking about last night, weren't you?" he murmurs.

"Yeah. So were you?"

"Oh yes."

"Doctor..."

"Mmmm?"

"This is a silly game," she declares.

"Yes. It is."

He gazes at her, longing in his eyes, and her breathing speeds up.

"Wanna stop playing?" she asks hopefully.

"Definitely," he replies, a rather enthusiastic response, she feels.

And neither of them can resist anymore.

His hands come up to frame her face and they both inch towards each other at the same time.

Their lips meet and somewhere around them there is music playing, and children whining, and the spooky screams of the Ghost Train, and couples arguing about nothing, and the crash bang of the dodgems, and the clang of a bell, and the swish of the sea against the shore, and the mechanical sound of the wheel turning around and around, and the fireworks blasting in the air as the clock reaches midnight, and the cheers and singing of the residents of Blackpool, England, Earth, January 1st 2001...

But neither of them hears any of that. Because nothing else is important to them, nothing except each other.

The candyfloss lays long forgotten on the floor.

A/N: Hiya :D Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Oh. My. God. I just watched Flesh and Stone! Amy...well, I never. Naughty girl. I feel so sorry for poor Rory. And as for River...I don't know what to think. I just don't know.

Therefore, I'm off to watch some gorgeous Ten/Rose flirty moments. A.K.A, the entire series 2 (except for the obvious one that totally doesn't fit with the flow of where things were going between them...)

Into Denial I go...

Much love, Laura xxx