A/N: Thank you to MakorraLove97 for this prompt! :D This one is rated M! However, there is no smut in this chapter! If you'd like to see the version with smut, go check it out on my Tumblr (bow-to-my-tie)!

Possibilities - the state or fact of being possible

Ten / Rose

Sometimes Rose Tyler thought it was more likely she would die from the Doctor's flirtatiousness than an alien or explosion.

And lately, it had only been getting worse. Their hugs lingered longer than necessary while they revealed in the comfort that only they could give each other after a scary or exciting adventure. Their hand holding and general touching had become more insistent, it seemed (as Jackie had so helpfully pointed out to them the last time they visited her) that they could never separate for longer than five minutes.

She was learning more about him, too. Slowly but surely. He never outright talked to her about his planet, his people, or his past companions, but he would drop little hints and tips every once and a while that she held dearly in her heart. Whenever he said something like that she knew he was trusting her beyond words could describe, he was practically chipping off a tiny piece of his heart and handing it over to her, trusting her with it.

Rose loved him - she definitely knew that now. At first, it had been a bit tricky, trying to decide whether she only loved him platonically or if there was more to it. Shortly after his regeneration she had definitely figured it out. It was both. She loved him in every way one person could love another, and it was completely and utterly unconditional. She just wished he were able to return it.

Deep down he loved her. He had probably loved her platonically as long as she had loved him in that way. But the romantic side... He loved her that way as well. Whether he could say the words or not, they were blatant in his eyes and actions. Rose had long ago accepted the fact that nothing would ever come between them. There were too many issues (mainly on his side, if she was honest), issues that could never be worked out. After all, his life span was so much longer than hers. How could she do that to him? Have him love her only to have him lose her? It was so unfair.

But then there were moments like this. Moments when his eyes were full of such glee and there was a grease stain just under his left side burn that he hadn't noticed yet and that she hadn't pointed out. He was clad in his pinstripes and red trainers, absolutely perfect in every way possible. His hair was puffed up in its usual way while he stared at her with such pure adoration her heart beat fast in her chest. And it was in these moments that she wanted to say screw the universe and pin him against the closest horizontal (or vertical, she wasn't picky) and have her way with him.

Instead, however, she just licked her thumb and began rubbing at the grease stain on his face. "You have a stain," she explained at his puzzled expression.

When she was done she wiped her thumb on her jeans and he grinned at her brightly, a contagious grin that she had to return. Then, her stomach rumbled embarrassingly loudly. "Lunch time, Rose Tyler?" His eyebrows shot to his hairline and he extended his hand, wiggling his fingers.

"I didn't have breakfast," she admitted. "So let's do brunch."

He gasped as if she had offended a close relative. "You skipped the most important meal of the day?! I am appalled! Absolutely appalled!"

She giggled at his expression and grabbed his hand, allowing him to lead her to the galley. "What are we having, then?" she asked him when he opened up the fridge, evidently searching around for something.

"My famous banana pancakes. You're a lucky woman, Rose Tyler!" He gave her a devilish wink and a smile to match.

Don't I know it, she silently replied. Rose sat down at the kitchen table, swinging her legs while he worked and watching him curiously. The way he cooked was similar to the way he flew the TARDIS, she noted, smiling a little at the idea. He moved around in the same way, wildly moving from one side until the other, as if his hands had to both constantly be moving to get the food done as quick as possible. His hands flew about, grabbing things and opening cabinets. Every once and a while he would bend over to get something from a lower cabinet, putting his bum in the perfect spot for ogling.

"Don't hurt yourself," Rose called playfully, sticking her tongue out of her teeth.

Without turning around he retorted, "Wouldn't dream of it."

Within a half hour, he walked over to the kitchen table and set down two plates with two pancakes each. "Syrup?" he asked.

Rose shook her head, "I'm good, ta."

He shrugged and proceeded to pour maple syrup over his pancakes. "Suit yourself."

When she took her first bite, he was looking at her expectantly and eagerly. Knowing he wanted approval, she hummed in delight. "There are good," she said truthfully. "Really good."

The Doctor's face lit up in delight. "Told you they were famous!"

Rose rolled her eyes playfully and they continued eating in companionable silence. Then, a question that had been bothering her since he met her popped up in her mind. She decided to take a risk. "Doctor, can I ask you something?"

His eyebrows furrowed in concern, an expression that she could have taken seriously if it wasn't for the fact that his mouth was full of banana pancakes and syrup. He chewed and swallowed quickly. "Ears open," he replied, using both of his hands to wiggle his ears in emphasis.

Rose grinned and bit her lower lip, unsure of how to phrase the question. Then, she just spat it out. "Are you asexual?"

The pancake bits that were stuck on his fork and halfway to his mouth hit his chin uselessly as he stared at her in disbelief. "Am I what?"

She blushed bright pink, ducking her head but keeping her eyes focused on his. She should have known he would react like this. "Asexual. You know what that means, right?"

The Doctor placed his fork back on the plate and blinked at her, several times. "Why would you think I'm asexual?" He looked genuinely offended at the question, and she scolded herself for asking it in the first place.

Rose put her fork down as well, staring at him with her eyes as apologetic as she could make them. "Sorry if I offended you. It's just... Well, you've never really... Um... I know we're just friends and all that, but you've never shown a... Um..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes darted away from his. "I shouldn't have even asked. I'm sorry. It doesn't even matter."

In her peripheral vision, she saw that his jaw fell open for a moment and then shut. After a moment, he spoke. "You think I've never shown sexual interest in you?"

She looked at him. It was her turn to be shocked. "Um.. Yes?"

The Doctor let out a deep sigh, as if he was annoyed now. He stood up and pushed in his chair, and she thought for sure that he was going to leave. Instead, to her surprise, he walked over next to her chair and extended his hand, nodding for her to take it. Rose put her hand in his and stood up unsurely. They stood facing each other and there was an expression she couldn't read in his eyes. "I'm not asexual, Rose," he said gently, his thumb rubbing reassuring circles on the back of her hand as he did from time to time.

"O-kay," she raised an eyebrow, obviously wondering where this was going.

"And I'm a bit out of practice, but, er, well..." He blushed - properly blushed - and began leaning towards her.

Rose's eyes widened. This couldn't possibly be happening. There was no way in a billion parallel universes that the Doctor was about to kiss her. Maybe this was some alien thing. Maybe he was going to whisper something in her ear or do something weird. Or she was just imagining everything. However, as these thoughts ran through her head he simply leaned closer until his lips touched hers softly, as if asking for permission. She sure as hell was going to give it to him.

She moved one hand to his hair, scraping her nails along his scalp and emitting a small moan of delight from him as their tongues met. Her other hand, which had previously been holding his, moved to his neck, pushing him impossibly closer to her. His arms wrapped around her back, one arm splayed across the small of it and the other higher up, below her neck. When she needed to break for breath, he began moving his lips down her neck, making her gasp when he began sucking at the base of it. "Doctor," she gasped. "Is this... Are you..."

He pulled away and looked into her eyes, a thousand expressions playing in his. It was some strange mixture of fear, love, excitement, absolute terror, and turned-on. "Rose," he breathed, blinking a few times as if he couldn't believe this was actually happening. "Listen, Rose," he let out a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "If we do this... I won't be able to stop. So I need you to tell me now... Are you..."

"Yes," she answered before he could finish his question, pulling him flush against her. Their lips met again and this time there was no restraint from either of them. The passion that had been building up for so long now was completely released. And if his hard length against her lower stomach was any indication, he was most definitely not asexual. "Is that your sonic or are you just happy to see me?" she said once she pulled away again, her tongue poking out between her teeth.

His eyes honed in on her lips and he met again, as if unable to restrain himself. The idea that she was doing this to him sent shivers down her spine as she wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing him to carry her. Immediately and blindly, he began walking out of the galley, bumping them into a few different pieces of furniture while he moved. The TARDIS helpfully moved her bedroom door closer to the galley door and he stumbled in, his hands supporting her bum and squeezing it at the same time. She pulled away with a smile, "I need to breathe, you know."

He grinned back at her, lips swollen. "Annoying, isn't it?"

In response she kissed him again, gasping as she fell onto her soft bed. He straddled her legs immediately, grinding his hips up against hers through the fabrics they were both wearing. "Rose," he groaned deep in his throat, eyes falling half-shut.

She grinned at that and kissed her way down his neck as he had done to her moments ago. "I love you," she said suddenly against his skin, kissing it gently and praying that she hadn't just scared him away.

The Doctor used one hand to tilt her chin up and stare into her eyes. He licked his lips consciously and smiled, "I love you too, Rose Tyler."

Rose was definitely starting to see some possibilities between them.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this extra long one! Check out my Tumblr if you'd like to see the extended and MA rated version.