"Rose?" The Doctor called cautiously as he entered the flat and shut the door behind him. "Where did you go?"

"Raxacoricofallapatorius." Came Rose's sarcastic answer from the kitchen. "Where do you think I went?"

"Oi, well then. No need to be snippy." There was the clinking of spoons against ceramic cups and the whistle of boiling water.

"Want a cuppa?" Rose asked.

"Thought you would never ask." The Doctor sauntered into the kitchen and found Rose leaning over the counter stirring a cup of tea. She turned around with a smile and held out the cup to him. He took it, returning her grin, and slurpped down a mouthful, grateful to its warmth.

"Just the way I like it." He murmured happily. "You know me so well." Rose chuckled and turned back around to pour her own tea.

He set his back down on the table and sobered his smile. He knew that he should just let it go, that Rose was doing the rational thing by pretending nothing had happened, and that if he did the same, he wouldn't do something stupid, like screw up their friendship, that would force her to leave, but he didn't. Instead of letting it become the funny mistletoe incident that was simply a Christmas tradition and nothing more, the Doctor wouldn't simply let it go and pass of that wonderful and perfectly brilliant snog as nothing.

"You kissed me." He stated, coming to stand behind her. Rose sighed, set down her tea, and turned to face the Doctor, leaning back against the counter for support.

"Yes, I did."

"Then you ran."

"I didn't run. I just went inside. You seemed busy." She smirked.

"Why run, Rose? I'm the one who's supposed to run from emotions."

"I was startled, that's all."

"Of what? That drunk bloke?"

"You kissed me back."

"Ah. We've kissed before you know."

"But not like that. It was different."

"Good different or bad different?"

Rose opened her mouth to answer but it caught in her throat at the sight of the Doctor leaning closer to her.

"Tell you what," He drawled, placing his hands lightly on her hips, "I'm going to kiss you again, right now, and if it's bad, you just push me away. How does that sound? Call it an experiment."

Rose nodded dumbly. The Doctor brought one hand up to cup her chin, already grinning in anticipation of another kiss from Rose.

"Rose? Doctor?" Jackie called into her flat. She slammed the door behind her and dropped the bags she was carrying. The Doctor's smile dropped along with it.

"We're in the Kitchen." Rose called and turned back to the tea to hide her blush.

"Put on some water, will you dear?"

"Way ahead of you." She poured a glass.

The Doctor glanced over to where Jackie would be coming into and backed away from Rose. Figuring out his emotions was not worth getting slapped by her mum. Jackie walked into the kitchen not a moment later and found the Doctor and Rose staring at two different walls.

"What have you two been doing?"

Author's Note: Ok, back by popular demand. =) Coming up in the next few chapters....The Doctor goes to Jarrads "He went to Jarrads!" ...lol but not like that (unfortunatly)...also Jackie gets drunk on eggnog...whooo!!!

Yes, I know this was a really short chapter, but this was meant to be a one-shot, so this chapter is just opening it up for a longer story.