Because of reviews, I have done a Mickey chapter, which I wasn't planning on doing, but oh well, what I have to do to keep you lot happy!
Chapter Six-It takes two
Mickey leaned heavily against the door. He felt betrayed but in some ways relieved, which was weird: he just found his girlfriend with another man – though he doubted he could say that - so why was he feeling almost happy about it?
It didn't make any sense, both Rose cheating on him and why he was feeling happy about it.
Ok, he told himself, first things first: Rose.
He had always known, ever since she ran into the TARDIS that night and was never heard from for a year, that she didn't love him any more. But he stayed hopeful, which was probably stupid. Even through all those interrogations at the police station.
But he did. Then, she came back. But with him. Mickey couldn't understand it. The man that wasn't even a man. How could Rose have feelings for someone like him? She was, as Jackie had put it once, infatuated; no matter how many times Rose denied it.
But Mickey could tell, just by noticing the way Rose looked at him. Even when he changed his face, Mickey could tell Rose was smitten.
Then there was the dilemma of why he was feeling happy.
"I guess in some ways, I always knew they were perfect for each other," he thought aloud. So maybe, because she was finally with the right man – or alien – he was happy for her.
But, just because he was happy for Rose and the Doctor's new relationship, how on Earth was Jackie going to take it?
Jackie had never been particularly fond of the Doctor. But, she was definitely warming to him, especially since he had practically saved her life, and Rose's on countless occasions.
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Rose couldn't remember who had started this, but she was glad it had. The Doctor's mouth on hers felt incredible. She moved her hands from her sides and wound her fingers in his hair. The Doctor groaned and pulled her closer, tugging on her waist, banging his hips against hers.
Seconds later, or it could have been hours, they pulled apart. The Doctor leaned his forehead against hers, both panting heavily.
Rose spoke first. "Wow!"
The Doctor smiled; he couldn't help it, it was his male ego.
Rose looked up into his eyes. What she saw took her breath away: love and adoration for her, but also the burning of a thousand suns and the lives of countless civilians they had saved.
"So?" the Doctor prompted.
"So… what?" Rose asked, confused.
"How do you feel?" the Doctor didn't feel safe saying anything without being absolutely sure she felt the same way.
"I feel…" Rose didn't know how he wanted her to answer so she faltered for a moment. Then she understood.
"I love you," she barely breathed. She bit her lip, waiting for a reply.
The Doctor couldn't believe it. She really did love him! All that worrying and playing games was for nothing.
"I love you too," the Doctor said.
"Really?" Rose felt it needed to be asked, tears in her eyes.
"Really," the Doctor said with a smile.
Rose leant up and kissed him gently on the lips.
"So that night in the bedroom…" the Doctor asked.
Rose narrowed her eyes at him. "You weren't asleep, I'm guessing?"
"Um, no."
"So, the teasing the next morning and the tiny little kiss after Tituba, was for…what exactly?"
"Well," the Doctor looked uneasy, which Rose didn't take as a good thing. "I wanted you to come to me because I didn't want to risk making a move and you not liking me that way, which I know was stupid but I couldn't risk losing you, especially now I that I know I love you."
Rose thought for a moment, trying to process it all, and then she laughed. She actually laughed!
"Hey! I don't think that was very funny. That is not fair, I'm pouring my heart out and you're laughing."
"I'm sorry! I really am. It's just, how could you ever think I didn't love you? I have loved you for as long as I can remember."
"Really?"
"Really," Rose said with a giggle.
I think the next chapter might really be the last, mainly because I can't think of anything else to write about, apart from Jackie's reaction, which will be the next chapter.