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Chapter 9.
It was late in the afternoon when the Doctor had thought up his next prank for Rose. The way he figured it, she couldn't get him back for the bath incident without telling him she had faked her allergies. He had suggested a quick stop off to earth so that Rose could see her mother. What she didn't know was that he needed to get some supplies for his prank and wanted her out of the way. After obtaining everything he needed he went to work setting the prank up. All he had to do then was wait.
Rose got tired at what would have been two o clock in the morning had they been on earth. As she made her way to her room she thought about the chili/allergy/cold bath incident with the Doctor. She felt a little guilty about making him think he had hurt her so she planned to confess what she had done the next day. As she got ready for bed, she felt a little better. Feeling completely exhausted, she turned the light off pulled back the duvet and flung herself onto the bed to sleep.
The Doctor was about to go to bed himself when he heard her startled shriek. He laughed quietly as he recalled the reason for her sudden outburst. It had gone exactly as he had planned, she hadn't noticed the water balloons he had placed in her bed and had laid down on them accordingly. He could just imagine her face as she inadvertently burst the balloons and gotten cold water on her and the bed. As he got ready for bed, he thought of what her reaction would be.
OK, Rose thought. She didn't feel guilty about the allergy thing anymore. As she dried herself off with a towel and changed her nightclothes. She fumed silently as she thought about his obsession with getting her cold and/or wet and vowed to get revenge on the Doctor for his little stunt. She was too tired to do anything to dry out her bed though so she made her way to one of the spare bedrooms so she could get some sleep. On her way though, she was struck with an idea. Changing directions she made her way down another corridor.
The Doctor had just been about to settle down to sleep when his door opened. Opening his eyes, he was shocked to see Rose come in and close the door behind her. She then walked over to him and proceeded to get into bed, his bed. "Uh, Rose? What are you doing?" The Doctor questioned nervously.
"Hmm," she replied sleepily. "Oh, my bed is all wet after some water balloons burst on it so I'm going to sleep in your bed tonight okay." Oh god, what was he going to do, he thought. On the one hand, he could ask her to leave and use one of the other bedrooms, but it seemed that he really didn't want to do that because his mouth seemed to refuse to voice that request. On the other hand, if he didn't ask her to leave, then she would be in his bed, with him, all night. Oh god. He didn't know if his self-control would last that long, but he was definitely prepared to give it a try. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if he had made the right decision.
Rose woke the next morning snuggled securely in the Doctor's arms. She was puzzled as to what he was doing in her bed before remembering that she had gone to his room and gotten into bed with him after his prank on her. In the cold light of day, she was mortified that she had done such a thing. He hadn't seemed to mind though and he certainly looked peaceful enough now. Noting the look of happiness on his face, she wondered what he was dreaming about to make him so happy. Realising this may be the only opportunity she had to do this, she impulsively pressed a quick kiss to his lips before wriggling out of his embrace and leaving the room.
The Doctor was having an amazing dream as it happened. He was dreaming that Rose had gotten into bed with him and had spent the night in his arms. Suddenly his dream shifted as the figure of Rose pressed a kiss to his lips. The pleasure that shot though him at that point must have been what had woken him, as he gradually woke up the figure of Rose vanished leaving him with an acute sense of loss. He awoke to find his room completely devoid of Rose for which he was thankful as he found he needed one of his regular cold showers this morning.
As the Doctor stood in the shower cubicle he remembered the dream. It had all been so vivid he could have sworn it had been real. He must have been tired last night because he remembered going to bed, but not much else. His mind kept flitting back to the kiss dream Rose had given him. It had been short and chaste but just the feel of her lips on his was completely mind blowing. God, he thought. If kissing dream Rose was good, kissing the real Rose would be to die for. The Doctor finished his shower and dried himself off. He went to get dressed only to find that his clothes weren't where he left them. Rose, he thought. The Doctor opened the wardrobe in his room to find it almost empty. Only one piece of clothing was inside but it certainly didn't belong to him. If she thought he was going to wear those then she was mistaken. Grabbing the offending item of clothing he walked quickly to the wardrobe room to get something else to wear.
Rose sat in the kitchen of the TARDIS and quite calmly ate her cereal. She had been determined to pay him back for the water balloon incident and so had hidden all of his clothes. Knowing that he would then just go to the wardrobe room to get something else, she had enlisted the help of the TARDIS.The TARDIS had hidden all male items of clothing from the wardrobe room so the Doctor would either have to wear what she had left in his room or wear female clothing.As Rose finished her cereal and went to wash the bowl and spoon up, she wondered how the Doctor would look in the pair of leather trousers she had planted in his wardrobe.