2.9-2.10 The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit
Rose and the Doctor lay entwined in her bed, still nude, although they'd pulled the top sheet up to stave off the chill of the air as the sweat of their lovemaking evaporated off their skin. Rose was feeling blissfully relaxed as endorphins flooded her system. She had jumped him almost as soon as they'd said goodbye to the survivors of Sanctuary Base, kissing him fiercely, and through their first desperate joining and then a second, sweeter coming together, they'd expressed to each other the terror they'd felt at being stranded, the fear they'd had when they thought they'd lost one another, and the euphoria and relief they'd felt at being reunited against all odds.
Now they lay, the Doctor gazing up at the ceiling with a slight smile on his face, Rose curled into his chest, one leg thrown over him, one hand absently tracing his ribcage.
"We should get separated more often, if that's how we celebrate reuniting," Rose mumbled, her tone teasing.
"Bite your tongue!" the Doctor berated her in a faux-stern voice. "I'm absolutely positive that we can find less perilous excuses to dance than almost being sucked into a black hole while trying to defeat monsters that challenge our understandings of reality."
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Rose responded, grinning up at him, tongue in teeth.
He smiled down at her fondly and kissed the top of her head. "You'll be the death of me, Rose Tyler," he said, his voice warm.
"Too late," she said with a sad smile. Her expression changed to a smirk as she continued, "Besides, I wasn't the one who decided to go spelunking down a possibly bottomless pit, thanks."
"Touché," the Doctor conceded. "But if I hadn't, we all would've ceased to exist by now, so all in all it wasn't my worst plan ever," he mused.
Rose wrinkled her nose at this, but she couldn't argue that he was technically correct. "True," she finally agreed. "Alright, s'pose I forgive you, then."
"Quite right, too."
They lapsed into a companionable silence, basking in their closeness. Rose had begun to drift off to sleep when the Doctor spoke again, stirring her back to wakefulness.
"So I was thinking," he said without prelude, "if we ever were to get stranded. We wouldn't HAVE to get a mortgage. We could get a caravan instead. Keep on traveling. Same old life."
"Yeah?" Rose asked, smiling.
"Absolutely! Any planet we ended up on would be bound to have all sorts of places to explore. You and me, we can find an adventure anywhere."
"You wouldn't get tired of me without an infinite ship to get lost in and all of time and space to explore?" Rose asked sleepily.
"Tired of you, Rose Tyler?" the Doctor asked, sounding offended. "Never."
Rose hummed happily, and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
