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So chapter 28 what can I say. This has been one of my favorites, to write, maybe my favorite to date. So please give me your thoughts good or bad I want to here them.
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Rose slowly awoke to the sound of two hearts beating a steady rhythm. Thump, thump, thump, thump, under her ear. Somehow in the night she had rolled over. Her head had ended up on the Doctor's chest and his arm had found its way across her back and held her tightly against him. She closed her eyes again, and let herself drift just for a moment, allowing herself to think of the long ago fantasy when she would wake in his arms every morning. She took a deep breath while her eyes remained tightly shut, trying to inhale as much of his scent as possible.
She so badly wanted to lift her head and place a soft kiss upon his lips just to see what it would feel like. But she would not do it. There were some lines you didn't cross and this was one of them. And for her it was a line she would never cross. Forbidden zone. Her mind should not linger on those thoughts too long or she would break her own rules.
She already knew her heart was weakening for the man beside her. She did not have much longer before she would give in once again. She was falling in love for a third time. Even though she had never not loved him. However, she also recognized the signs better this time around, and knew she was setting herself up to be heartbroken again. She could not prevent it from happening. It was already too late for that. The moment she had started to let go of her anger and let her other emotions start to leak out, her heart had begun to stir again. This man lying in bed with her had always held her heart- would always hold her heart. Whether she was in this world or another, there was no one else for her. He was it. The Doctor, her Doctor, was all she could ever want and never have.
Rose Marion Tyler and the Unrequited Love was going to be the story of her life. She would forever want more from this man and he would never give it to her.
She opened her eyes and moved her head to his shoulder, gazing up to that freckled face that had haunted her every waking moment and most of her sleeping ones as well. She was close enough that she could almost count every speckled brown dot that graced his face. Her eyes hungrily traced the planes of his face, mapping them for latter.
His cheeks hollow and yet strong, chin sculpted out of stone, nose long and thin, his eyes when he was awake- a deep brown of winter trees at twilight with sparks of starlight that glimmered in their timeless depths. His lips, perfect in every way- they looked like they were made to go over hers.
She could not resist and barely realized what she was doing. But her hand had found its way to his face and was gently tracing it. As each thought entered her mind. Her fingers lay on his lips as she came out of her trance.
Her eyes now gazed into those beautiful deep eyes and her fingers did not move from his lips. She was embarrassed to be caught studying him so intently, but could not make herself move away. It was as if she were frozen, and wound as tight as a coil. She would either melt or spring, and she did not know which she wanted to do. Lean in and go to hell or bounce up and lie.
The Doctor felt the first tentative touches across his face, and fought to keep his breathing stable and face relaxed. He had been awake for hours but could not move without shaking Rose awake. And he quite liked having her head rest on his chest. He had been pleasantly surprised to wake up with blonde hair in his face and a scent that was all Rose. He wrapped his arms more snugly around her, and closed his eyes letting his thoughts drift.
There was so much he wanted to show her, so many places he wanted to take her. Barcelona was on top of his list. He always had wanted to take her there- never did get around to it, he mused. But mostly he thought about her.
The way her eyes had danced when she had let herself go. The way she had held him tightly when they had danced. Something was giving in Rose. The walls she had constructed so carefully were now just sheet rock. It would not take much more to knock them all the way down till they were just plaster and dust. Then he would see where they stood. She may have still had feelings for him, but love was something he was going to have to earn back. She had only said those three words once, but he wanted to hear them again and this time without tears and being worlds apart.
He knew he loved her. That had never stopped, had never gone away. He did not know if he could ever say the words- he was not built that way- but he could show her. If she let him, it would just take one touch- a gentle nudge- and she would know. She would know everything all he had done, all that he felt. Then she would finally run, but in what direction he was not sure. The Rose he used to know would run towards him, this new Rose- well, there was no telling. He hoped and dreaded when he got to find out which one it would be. It would either break him completely, or heal the scars the rest of the way.
He felt Rose inhale deeply, her breath tickling his chest. She was awake now and yet had not moved. When she did finally move it was to lay her head against his shoulder. He really should tell her he was awake but then this moment would end.
He could feel her gaze upon his face. He wished he could see her. Rose's eyes were like the pages of an open book, and he just wanted to dive in to the story and never come out.
Her fingers came up to brush his cheeks and chin, running over each of his eyebrows, along his nose. They came to rest on his lips, where he felt her fingers outline them softly before settling just two of them against his mouth leaving them to rest there. His eyes had opened up on their own accord, and now stared into her beautiful Honey-brown ones.
He had expected Rose to jump back from the intimate position they had found themselves in, but she seemed to be stuck in a suspended state. His body tingled from her touch- her face mere inches from his. It would just take a tilt of his head; a small motion of leaning forward, and he would capture the lower lip she was worrying between her teeth.
He so badly wanted to do just that. Every fibre of his being wanted to close the gap. The only thing that stopped him from doing so was Rose herself. A kiss between them now would halt all the work they had done in the last week. They would fall into each other, and everything else would disappear for a while but nothing would be solved.
Rose had to get better before he could do this, or else it would just be a luxury neither of them could afford. She was not ready for it yet. Her eyes told him that.
But she wanted it, she wanted it so much, but was still too afraid that he did not want her as well. Her heart was still guarding itself from becoming broken again. So even though her actions screamed yes, her eyes said no. So he listened to the no.
He placed a light kiss on her fingertips before he pulled away, knowing that it was not what either of them wanted- but also knowing that it was what they needed. Even being aware of all of it didn't make it any easier when he pulled back.
Rose bounced of the bed faster than a jackrabbit, already running away from what had just happened. Tension hung heavy in the room. He knew what she thinking- that he had pulled away because he did not want her, that she was not good enough for him. But she was so very wrong and he had no idea how to reassure her. He was at a loss for words.
How do you explain you pulled away because moving closer would not help at all?
She was a whirling dervish, looking for something in her closet. Shoes were flying left and right, shirts were covering the floor. He knew she was behaving like this in order to forget about the almost-moment. It was a way of escaping without the running. Evidently she had picked up more than one of his habits.
He stood up, avoiding a shoe that may or may not have been aimed at his face. He cautiously approached her, like she was a wild animal. Rose spun around, her eyes crazed. He reached out to her, but she flinched a little and he saw her eyes flit to the door. He blocked her as she tried to run, pulling her tight against him in a hug trying to convey everything he could not say yet.
She seemed to catch the gist though and calmed down quickly, her breathing returning to normal. He pulled back slowly. He could give her something to hold on to, something that would help ease her, which would show how he felt.
"Rose, do you remember what I showed you yesterday?"
She nodded.
"Do you remember what happened at the end of that memory?" he continued.
"You regenerated?" she ventured, the question confusing her.
"Before that Rose, before you passed out," he prodded her.
"He kissed me to save me."
"I kissed you to save you, Rose. Me. New face, same man. And the fact that I saved you was just a great benefit. I could have done it another way, Rose, a thousand ways, But I kissed you!" and with that he eased her out of his arms. "I'll be in the media room when you're ready. Rose." He stopped at the door, inhaling deeply "Take all the time you need. I will wait for you, always for you."
And he left, leaving a very bewildered Rose Tyler behind.
I am going to go hide now, Please don't hate me I promise a great moment in the next chapter. I am not teasing you on purpose. But since I left it like this I will tell you next Chapter is New Earth.
