A/N: This is drabble number 4. It's based on THE kiss we saw in the trailers for season 2, and my ideas for why it happened. I'm probably wrong, as usual, but my thought was basically they'd just been through a very stressful, world-is-in-danger type situation. Afterwards, they're alone together and the Doctor says something light and humorous, as if brushing it all aside. Poor Rose is stressed, exhausted and emotional, and this is just so typically him she can't keep herself under control. Here's a look inside her head during those moments. It may also be the basis for a larger, chaptered fic where I tell the whole story from beginning to end—I haven't written it yet because I STILL haven't seen TCI, although I've seen the kiss clip, and therefore have no idea what 10's character is like. Review and tell me what you think!
She tried her best to keep looking at him. Keep looking, and smiling, that's the key, don't you move, don't you dare move…keep those eyes open, keep it light and normal… well…comparatively normal. But somehow, the more she kept looking at him, the harder it became to keep looking don't look away, don't let him see what he did, just keep looking…
And then her gaze shifted to his eyes—she wasn't sure where it had been before but suddenly it was there. They still had the residue of his smile about them, with that intoxicating trace of impending danger that was always there and in she fell, in and down and out. The vortex behind those eyes sucked her in and she must have left all her senses outside because suddenly before she knew what she was doing—she moved.
Snap.
Her arms went up and she grabbed his face and pulled it towards hers. She surprised herself at the force she put into it. Her face went up and she shut her eyes tight and crushed her lips to his with a passion she hadn't been sure she had until he'd looked at her like nothing on earth ("because he wasn't," she would have reminded herself if she'd been capable.) Her body lifted and her hips fitted perfectly into him. She felt light and small and soft. She tried to get as close as she could to him, so close she practically was him and she could stay forever.
All so fast neither of them had time to think.
Snap.
Just like that.
She did have time to think after a bit. There were a few things getting realized in the space of a few seconds. She was still kissing him. What had she done? He was…kissing her back. What was this? Her arms were around his neck. Oh, please…His arms were firmly around her waist. His lips were soft.
Don't you dare move…
