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Chapter Thirteen.

Rose and Jack had suggested they go to another parallel universe but the Doctor protested that it wasn't healthy, for them or for the TARDIS. Another suggestion was Raxacoricofallapatorius, but that was dashed down quite quickly also. Finally they settled on a tiny planet called Pogon. Rose thought the name was cute. The Doctor set the coordinates and thankfully the journey wasn't too long.

Pogon was a lovely planet, with the sky a shade of lavender, and the sandy ground an attractive pale blue. The thick blades of grass were sapphire coloured, and the sun was a delightful shade of magenta, casting a pink light over everything in the evenings. On their first night there Jack was immediately in awe of the lilac moon, staring up at it in wonder. He said its beauty gave him chills, and went for a walk on his own.

"It's beautiful here," Rose said quietly on that first evening. They'd moved into a small house or 'kuit' as the locals called it. It resembled a large native hut with a grassy roof and muddy walls, but it was rather attractive in its shades of blue.

"That's why I suggested it," the Doctor said. "I've been here before a few times, and the locals are really friendly."

"Even if they do look like two-legged camels," Rose commented and the Doctor laughed.

"You'll get used to it," he said with a smile.

"Is Jack gonna be okay?"

"He'll be fine. I imagine he's missing everything. We're alone now, just the three of us. Everyone, everything, that we ever knew is gone."

"I'm so sorry Doctor," Rose whispered, a tear sliding down her face.

"What's done is done," the Doctor said, "and we can't change the past. Now you can understand what it was like for me after the War."

Rose nodded sadly. There was a wail from the bedroom and she stood up from the table.

"Probably needs a change," Rose said softly and left the room. The Doctor sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily. He knew that this was the best time to tell her how he felt, whilst they were alone. It would be harder when Jack came back from his walk. He quickly made his decision and got to his feet, forcing himself in the direction of Rose's bedroom.

The Doctor stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame and watching in the half-light as Rose meticulously changed Theta. She lay the now cooing baby back down, tweaking his blanket into place. She turned and looked up at the Doctor, who felt his hearts skip a beat. She was beautiful, the shadows across her face making her almost angelic in appearance.

"Doctor." She spoke his name so softly that it could almost have been a sigh. He stepped forward, his hearts racing, and held out his arms. She immediately stepped into his embrace and leaned against his chest. It felt right, holding her against him and he never wanted it to stop.

"Calm down," she mumbled against him and he stared down at her in confusion. She tilted her face up to look at him. "I can feel your hearts beating really fast. Calm down. I won't bite."

The Doctor smiled. "Well, you can never be too suspicious Rose Tyler. Especially with you."

She hit him playfully on the arm before sighing happily and leaning back against him. He had to use all his willpower not to shiver as her arms snaked around his waist, holding him tightly. With one arm draped around her lower back and one hand stroking her soft blond hair the Doctor slowly took a step forward, moving Rose back. Another step, and Rose moved with him, allowing him to guide her. Another step, and another. They were almost against the wall.

"Doctor," Rose murmured against his chest. "You're gonna run us into the wall."

"I realised that," he said, frowning with concentration. "Just give me a moment to work out my next move."

Rose giggled against him and his hearts flipped over. Without thinking he took another step forward, pressing Rose against the wall. In a moment of flustered confusion he lost his balance slightly and fell against her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and decided he couldn't move. Or rather didn't want to. He couldn't believe it; he had Rose Tyler trapped tightly between himself and a wall. He'd often thought about this on those long lonely nights… no! Don't think about it, don't think about it… Blast.

"Doctor," Rose said slowly and quietly, gazing up at him through dark lashes, her eyes twinkling. "What exactly are you doing?"

"I… I'm n-not sure," he stammered, realising that it wasn't a very good idea to be this close to her and letting his mind wander.

"Well, if you take a step back then I can move."

"Y-yes, of course!"

"Then why aren't you moving?"

"This is rather embarrassing," he said quietly, avoiding her eyes, "but I've forgotten how."

"How to move?" Rose couldn't hide the note of amusement in her voice.

"Yes, exactly."

Rose giggled and the Doctor was glad that the light wasn't on, so she couldn't see the blush creeping over his cheeks. He felt her hands move up his chest, tracing a line of fire through his body. Her hands pressed against his chest and she pushed firmly, sending him staggering backwards. Through the dim light he could see her grinning and felt extremely foolish.

"Doctor, is anything wrong?" Rose asked, quite innocently.

The little minx, the Doctor thought. She must know what she's doing! She's winding me up, and she knows I'm like putty in her hands.

"I'm fine, thank you Rose," he said shortly. He was surprised by how rude that had sounded and quickly tried to make amends. "That's an awfully nice top you're wearing this evening."

Rose stared at him, her face not giving anything away, but the Doctor could tell she wasn't fooled by his compliment. After a moment of silence she let her face slip into a smile.

"That's nice of you," she said with a smirk. "But I really don't think you've even looked at my top. You're just trying to cover up for your little display there."

"Rose, don't be mean to me," he whined, his brown eyes pleading. He saw her soften and walk over to him, arms pulling him into a hug. He draped an arm around her lower back and let the other hand rhythmically stroke her hair. It was then that he realised they were in the exact same position as before.

"Let's try again," he said with a sigh and he could feel Rose smile against him, no doubt thoroughly amused. He took a step, sideways this time, and Rose moved with him. Several shuffling steps later the Doctor's leg brushed against the side of Rose's bed. Manoeuvring himself around he sat down on the bed, pulling Rose onto his lap.

"You did it," Rose said, smiling in approval.

"Yes I did," he grinned. "And you are beautiful."

Rose's eyes widened and the Doctor mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. He opened his mouth to apologise but was cut off by Rose's lips slamming against his. He froze for a moment in surprise but quickly responded, his arms holding Rose tightly around her waist. Rose pushed him back onto the bed and he pulled her up on top of him without breaking the kiss. His hands were trailing up and down her spine, whilst hers were tangled in his hair.

"Doctor, Rose!" The call was urgent but they both ignored it, mesmerised by each other and their passionate kiss. "Doctor!"

Reluctantly he pulled away and Rose sat up. Suddenly Jack was in the doorway, panic written across his face.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said quickly, "but there's trouble."

TBC…

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