"Roooooooose!" the Doctor whined, banging on the door. "Can I come in yet? I'm bored!"
"Hold on, will you? Anyway, since when did you get bored?"
"Since I put ideas in your head about chocolate and banana splits and you ran off and told me to stay away!" He banged the kitchen door again, and then kicked it impatiently, earning a sharp shock to the foot. "Shut up," he muttered simply at the wall. "I'm not done with you yet. Rose! Let me in there!"
"Patience!"
"I don't want to be patient." The Doctor pouted and stalked off to the control room, ignoring the amused clicks from the roof above him.
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"You look ridiculous." The Doctor looked up to see a grinning Rose in the doorway. He was lying spread-eagled on the floor of the console room, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, with an open bag of Maltesers next to him. The one he'd been blowing up and down in the air fell forgotten to the ground as he stared at Rose, his jaw practically scraping the floor.
"You can come in now. Unless you'd rather lay there and play with Maltesers." The smirk on her face grew as the Doctor still didn't say anything. Inside she was feeling rather pleased with herself. It had taken a lot of searching in the wardrobe to find this dress again, and it'd obviously been worth it, if only to see the Doctor, for once, completely at a loss for words. Rose walked over to him and, taking a hand, dragged him from the floor, marching him dumbly out of the room.
"Where are we going?" he asked, after walking for what seemed like forever.
"Here," Rose said brightly, opening a door that seemed to have appeared next to them. The Doctor looked in, and gasped in surprise.
"She fixed it! The old girl fixed it!" he practically jumped for joy at the sight of the now-restored walls of his 'star room.' Rose looked at him quizzically, and he bit his lip, shaking the comment off and hoping there wouldn't be any questions.
They entered and Rose said something under her breath, before turning back to face him, arms outstretched in a 'what do you think?' gesture. As if on cue, lights blazed into life everywhere, and the Doctor couldn't remember whether they'd been there all along or not. Scattered across the entirety of the floor, and stood in a few nooks in the walls, he noted, were candles. The circle in the middle of the room was the only clear space. Rose sat down on the floor, arranging her dress around her and motioning for the Doctor to do the same.
"You were right," she said simply. She put her hands behind her back and appeared to be feeling around for something. "Want your surprise now?"
The Doctor, still staring like an idiot at Rose and still not quite with it, grinned and nodded, bouncing like an excited child at Christmas.
"Shut your eyes." He obeyed, and heard a shuffling sound from in front of him. Nothing happened, and he frowned with impatience.
"Where's my surprise?" Much to the Doctor's embarrassment, the words came out sounding uncannily like a whingeing toddler.
"Crap…" he heard Rose mutter, "it's gone hard again." The Doctor tried not to laugh. "Can I borrow the screwdriver?" Any other time he'd have questioned her motives, but he was far more concerned with this 'surprise', and handed it over without much bother, keeping his eyes firmly shut. There was a buzzing noise, and a clink as the screwdriver was set down on the metal grill of the floor.
"Now then, Doctor," Rose began, the smirk evident in her voice, "I want you to keep your eyes shut, your hands to yourself, and…" he shuddered as he felt her breath on his ear, "try not to scream."
The Doctor felt a finger trace across his mouth once, then twice, and mentally cursed as he realised what Rose was doing.
Why, oh why, did I ever tell her about-The thought was brought to an untimely end as first he felt Rose lips on his own, and then a tingling sensation that seemed to blossom on his tongue and grow until it almost reached the tips of his ears. He pulled back, eyes open, and smiled at Rose, who now had a smudge of chocolate and sugar across her top lip. She raised an eyebrow at him and tutted.
"Naughty…I told you to keep your eyes closed." From somewhere behind her Rose produced a blindfold and quickly planted it on his head. Before he could raise his hands to pull it off she covered them with her own, keeping them firmly attached to the floor.
"R-Rose…what are you d-doing?"
"Behave, and I might let you take it off." The tingle started again, this time on his neck. He gasped at the sudden shock, and Rose laughed against his skin, adding to the sensation. "I'm going to let go of your hands now," she whispered. "Now, you're not going to use them, are you?" The Doctor shook his head. "Good."