"Rose. I told you not to think about anything."
"I'm not."
The Doctor smirked, eyes still closed. She could hear him trying not to laugh. "Oh, yes you are."
Rose grinned back into the link. "What am I thinking about then?"
The Doctor didn't answer. Instead, Rose just saw a brief image – if it could be called an image, it was more of a blur. The message was clear though.
"I wasn't thinking that. That's your dirty mind, that is!"
"Do please try to control yourself, I am trying to concentrate." He laughed, and they were both silent again.
A few minutes later, the Doctor sighed and opened his eyes. Rose followed suit, reluctantly. Part of her didn't quite believe him when he said nothing bad would happen, and while she felt guilty for not trusting him, she was still scared. But there he was, grinning back at her, and she couldn't help but to throw her arms around him with relief.
Then something else occurred to her.
"That wasn't much fun at all."
"I disagree. It was lots of fun. Very interesting, your thoughts."
"It's a good job you're sitting on the only object in the room, Doctor, else you'd have been back in that med bay." Rose tried to sound threatening, but laughed more than she tried to scowl at him.
"Anyway," he continued, "we're not done yet. I just found all the pieces and put them in the same place. Find them easier that way. Right next to the memory of falling over in the playground when you were five, and just above that rather amusing idea about what kind of underwear I own. Bit strange that they're so close together, but never mind."
Rose giggled, but the Doctor stopped her, leaning over and placing a finger on her lips.
"Fun bit comes next. Oh, and do me a favour."
Rose nodded.
"Try and remember it, this time."
He grinned, and took his finger away. Rose tried to say something, but as soon as the finger over her mouth was gone, his mouth had replaced it. Whatever she'd been trying to say was gone as she leaned into the kiss instinctively, determined not to forget this for anything.