Merry Christmas! Sorry for the length/quality! Thank you favouriters!
This is the Runaway Bride (for Christmas!), it alternates between Jack and Tosh's POV a lot, and just a warning, it contain some sexual content at the end, I tried to tone it down and not write abysmally!
Reviews are love, like a Christmas present! (My hinting has been that damaged!)
Merry Christmas, happy Holidays, with lots of love,
Aussiegirlxxx
Rubbing their eyes, the two men stood either side of the console, when Tosh gasped.
"Where am I?" Asked the bride.
"What?" Jack asked.
"What am I doing here?"
"What?" The Doctor asked.
"WHAT AM I DOING HERE?" she shouted. Tosh sighed heavily. There was a dumbfounded silence for a moment, where Tosh could see the bride getting angrier, and angrier.
"You can't do that, I wasn't... we're in flight! That is- that is physically impossible! How did-?" The Doctor stuttered, bumblingly.
"Tell me where I am." The bride commanded. "I demand you tell me right now - where am I?"
"Inside the TARDIS." Jack said, intervening.
"The what?" She asked, slightly hysterical.
"The TARDIS." The Doctor repeated.
"The what?" she shrieked.
"It's called the TARDIS." Tosh explained briefly, an elbow resting on the control panel, her hand cupping her head.
"That's not even a proper word." She accused angrily. "You're just saying things!"
"How did you get in here!" the Doctor asked, frustrated.
"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me. Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh, my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it." She ranted, as the Doctor came to stand in front of her, looking her up and down.
"Who the hell is Nerys?" Jack asked.
"Your best friend!" Donna replied snidely. Tosh groaned mentally to herself, her face buried in her hand, and listened to the nonsensical banter.
"What are you dressed like that for?" The Doctor asked.
"Oh I'm going ten pin bowling." The bride said, in a fake-posh English accent. She opened her mouth, about to start shouting, but Tosh took over for her.
"Why do you think?" She bellowed angrily. "You're rubbish at this!" she shouted, before turning calmly to the bride. "Hello there. My name's Toshiko- but call me Tosh. This is Jack (I know you're getting married, but he'll flirt with you anyway, don't mind him), and the clueless one is the Doctor." She said, before exhaling deeply. "Now, I don't know who Nerys is," she said calmly. "But I know that everything is going to be alright, ok? We just need to find out how you're here, and then we'll have you back to your wedding." She said, smiling. Her speech seemed to have calmed the bride considerably, because she nodded, and perched herself on the jump seat.
"But I don't understand it and I understand everything! This- this can't happen! There is no way a Human Being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside. It must be..." The Doctor started again, causing Toshiko to facepalm, and the bride to stand up angrily, and place her hands on her hips. "Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic—" Here he was cut of abruptly, as the bride strode forwards, and promptly proceeded to slap the Doctor. Tosh contained a snigger, while Jack wasn't as successful.
"Oh, I like this one, what's her name?" Jack asked.
"Donna." She said, calmly composed. "Donna Noble." There was a moment of slightly impressed silence, before she bellowed, "GET ME TO THE CHURCH!"
"...Gonna cost ya love." The cabbie informed them. "Double rates today." Donna suddenly looked about her panicked.
"Have you got money?" she asked the Doctor, who shook his head.
"No, do you?" Tosh winced, even before Donna had shouted.
"POCKETS!" she then looked to Tosh. "You?" Tosh thought for a moment.
"No, my handbag's still... in the bloody hub!" she shrieked. Donna looked to Jack.
"Please tell me you have money." She said meekly, adopting a puppy dog eyes act. It would never have fooled Toshiko or the Doctor, but she had a suspicion that Jack fancied the bride-to-be. Jack shook his head sadly, taken in by the act.
"I usually use... alternative methods to pay the cabbie." Jack said coyly. Tosh groaned, and placed her head in her hands; Donna wrinkled her nose in disgust, but said nothing. The Doctor frowned, confused.
"I don't..." Tosh leaned over, and whispered an explanation in his ear.
"You have sex with the driver as payment?" He yelped. The cab swiftly pulled over to the curb, and the driver closed the plastic window between the front and back seats, and locked his door.
They all crowded onto the pavement, as Donna hurled accusations and insults to the driver.
"There's an ATM!" Tosh shouted, sprinting over to the machine in the wall, and began searching her coat pockets for a card. The next thing she knew, the Doctor was behind her, leaning past her, sonicing the machine. He did smell... nice... intriguing... attractive... sexy, even. She cast a sidelong glance at him. He was attractive, to say the least. Not that she hadn't noticed before, she'd noticed as soon as they'd met. Well, not straight away, she was too busy shouting at him, with a bullet in her stomach. But quite soon after that.
A handful of notes emerged from the slot, and he grabbed them with one hand, Tosh's hand in the other, and dragged her along behind him. Snap out of it, she told herself sternly. His hand was awfully soft, and his touch was making her feel bubbly. Snap out of it, woman! She chiddled herself.
"Thanks for nothing, spaceman!" Awoke her from her daze, to see Donna climbing into the back of a taxi, Jack trying in vain to pull her out again.
"Shit." Toshiko muttered to herself, and resisted the urge to facepalm.
"Tosh, hold that lever down!" The Doctor commanded. She struggled with the lever for a moment, before giving up.
"It's stuck!" she cried. The Doctor hurried up behind her, and reached around her from behind, and grabbed the lever. She was stunned, for a moment, then realized she should be helping to, and gripped the lever tightly, pulling with all her might.
"I haven't used this in sixty years!" The Doctor exclaimed, angrily. Finally, the lever came down, thought it was fighting its way back up again. "Jack!" the Doctor shouted, taking his hand away for a moment, and tossing his friend the sonic screwdriver, before hurriedly placing his hand over Tosh's. "You need to get her from the cab to here!" he commanded. Jack stood there, eyes widened at the task which had just been delegated to him.
"Bu- I can't-" he stuttered.
"GO!" the Doctor roared, and Jack obeyed, flinging the doors open. Tosh closed her eyes, and whimpered slightly.
"What's wrong?" The Doctor asked, worried.
"He'll fall, and die." She muttered. "And we'll have to get him, and it'll be so messy, and I don't think I could handle seeing him like that and- oh god."
"Hey," the Doctor whispered, the current situation forgotten entirely. "He'll be fine. He's tough, is Jack." Then he bent down slightly, and kissed her ear. She was stunned, to say the least. This man had been hurting so badly an hour ago, what had changed? But nonetheless, it had felt... electric. The moment was broken by a shout from Jack.
"Doctor, Santa's accelerating!"
"Donna!" he heard himself shouting. "You have got to trust me!" His heart thudded in his ears. He'd never felt the need to save somebody so badly. To make them safe, to be sure that they were alright, that they were alive, that they were ok.
"I'm in my wedding dress!" she shouted back.
"Yes!" Jack bellowed. "And you look as sexy as hell, now jump!" Donna blushed slightly, and Jack stretched out his arms. "I'll catch, you I promise, now JUMP!" He paused for a moment. "Trust me." He said, appealingly.
"Is that what you said to your friend? The one you lost?" Jack thought back to Toshiko's brief explanation, and winced.
"You, Donna Noble, listen to me." He yelled, over the roar of the traffic. "She is not dead, she is so, so alive, and if you want to live, JUMP!" She winced, closed her eyes, and leapt from the car, and into Jack's arms. She fell on top of him with a thud, and he found himself staring into her eyes. He hadn't quite decided what colour they were yet, they were like a kaleidoscope. It had been a moment, and neither of them had moved. She seemed to realize this too, as she hurriedly, (but somewhat reluctantly, he thought) climbed off him, and he jumped up too, slamming the TARDIS doors, and turning around to face the consol, where the Doctor and Toshiko were still standing in their intimate embrace. He looked at Donna questioningly, and she rolled her eyes, making him smirk. He coughed loudly, and they both snapped their heads up.
"I'm back!" Donna announced, cheerfully.
"Oh." The Doctor said, embarrassed, hurrying away from Toshiko, and began filling in co-ordinates. Toshiko let the lever fly upwards, and then she hurried away from the spot, and towards Jack, pulling him into an embrace. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Donna casting a glance in Tosh's direction... was that... jealousy? Jack smirked slightly, but said nothing.
"Don't you ever fall out onto a motorway and die, alright?" Tosh commanded into his shoulder. He chuckled slightly.
"Ok then, I promise never to fall from a spaceship, out onto a motorway and die, whilst attempting to convince a woman in a wedding dress, to jump from a cab, being driven by an evil robot Santa, into the said spaceship." She giggled nervously. They were broken apart, by Donna, taking the turn to cough pointedly. They landed with a thump, only then realizing that there was a small fire in the corner of the spaceship, as the Doctor tacked it with a Fire extinguisher. They hurried out of the doors, and onto a chilly rooftop. Donna sighed, and sat on the edge of the building, legs dangling over the edge. Jack looked at her sadly for a moment, then shrugged his coat off, and draped it around her shoulders. She glanced up from her watched, and smiled appreciatively.
"Thanks." She muttered. Jack grimaced, and sat down next to her.
"We missed it, didn't we?" He asked, and Donna nodded sadly.
"Sorry." He said after a moment.
"S'not your fault." She muttered, and Jack felt as though he'd been punched in the heart.
"You've always got the honeymoon." He said warmly, in an attempt to cheer her up.
"Just a holiday now." She muttered.
"Sorry," Jack repeated. "I'm not much good at this, am I?" he asked, with a small chuckle. To his surprise, (and delight) Donna joined in. "There's a smile!" he said cheerfully, as Tosh came and sat down on the other side of Donna.
"The Doctor says to put this on." She said, embarrassed, holding out a wedding ring.
"Oh, is he trying to rub it in?" she asked, crossly, but still reaching for the ring anyways. Jack shot his hand out, and took it, examining it for a moment.
"Bio-damper!" he exclaimed. He looked over at Toshiko's confused expression, and Donna's sceptically raised eyebrow. "Thos creatures can trace you." He explained to Donna, "But if you put this on, they won't be able to." Donna nodded, and held out her hand grudgingly. "With this ring." He said jokingly, sliding it on to her finger. "I be bio-damp." She smiled briefly.
"For better or for worse." She added, and Tosh giggled.
"So," the Doctor said, sitting down beside Toshiko, fire extinguisher still in hand. "I spent Christmas just over there." He said pointing to a building, which Jack immediately recognized, as a place he had been forced to visit, and had almost died many, many times. The home of Jackie Tyler. "The Powell Estate." The Doctor continued. "Our friend, she had this family... has this family..." he trailed off, looking slightly miserable, but moved slightly closer to Tosh. Jack wasn't sure if Donna had noticed or not, but if she had, she didn't say anything. "Still... gone now." He finished.
"Your friend, who was she?" Donna asked. Jack opened his mouth to explain, but the Doctor cut across him.
"Question is, what do camouflaged robot mercenaries want with you? And how did you get inside the TARDIS? I don't know..." Donna glanced over at Jack, and rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Jack couldn't help but grin.
"What's your job?" asked the Doctor, pulling his screwdriver out of his pocket.
"I'm a secretary." Donna replied, annoyed by the Doctor, scanning her.
"It's weird, I mean - you're not special, you're not powerful, you're not connected, you're not clever, you're not important..." Jack braced himself for the sharp comeback.
"This friend of yours - just before she left, did she punch you in the face?" She asked, sharply, whacking the sonic way. "Will you stop bleeping me?" she barked, and the Doctor meekly put the screwdriver on the ground.
"What kind of secretary?" Tosh asked.
"I'm at HC Clements." She replied, "It's where I met Lance. I was temping." A dreamy looked crossed her face, and Jack huffed, slightly jealously, he supposed. Lucky bastard. He caught himself briefly. What was he thinking? He was Captain Jack Harkness, for god's sakes, he didn't get jealous, he could have anyone he wanted, so what if one got away? Though this one... was different. He'd never felt this way about somebody before, not even Estelle! Donna was still nattering on about her fiancée, and Jack rolled his eyes. "...Anyway," she was saying. "Enough of my CV, Come on, it's time to face the consequences. Oh, this is gonna be so shaming. You can do the explaining, Martian-boy." Jack sighed heavily, as Donna and the Doctor rose, leaving him and Toshiko. She gazed wistfully after the Doctor, he Donna. They both seemed to realized what the other was doing, causing Tosh to blush profusely.
"You too, huh?" he asked, and she nodded. He was about to stand up, when he realized that the sonic was on the ground next to him, and he picked it up slipping it in his pocket, he'd give it the Doctor later.
"You lot may as well try and blend in, we'll probably have the reception anyway, even though, it's just a party now." Donna announced, sadly. The Doctor nodded, looking uncomfortable. "Say nothing." She threatened. "You're going. That's that." The Doctor nodded, and Tosh smirked, looking over at Jack's face. He was falling for this woman, big time.
"Jack?" she asked, bringing him back to earth.
"Yeah!" he answered, clapping an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, I'll show you the wardrobe." They ended up in a massive room, filled with racks of clothing, with a giant spiral staircase in the centre. "See something you like?" he asked casually, and she nodded, still frozen. He laughed, and dragged her up some stairs, to a century appropriate clothes rack filled with dresses and left her too it. She fingered each dress longingly, trying to find one that would fit her small frame. Eventually she found a lavender purple number, to just above her knee, with spaghetti straps and glitter at the top, fading down into plain fabric at the bottom. She glanced around briefly, making sure that the pervy Captain was nowhere in sight, before shedding her clothes, and slipping on the new dress. She found a mirror nearby, and examined her reflection, nodding in approval. She found a box of jewellery nearby, and clipped a string of pearls around her neck, then added a pair of matching purple satin sling back heels, she decided to leave her hair clipped up as it was, and folding her brown leather coat over her arm, she made her way back to the control room. Here, she found Jack, all dressed up in a suit, sitting on the jump seat next to Donna, with a bored looking Doctor leaning on the consol, looking bored. As soon as he saw Tosh, he jumped up, and walked towards her, smiling.
"You look beautiful." He told her, grinning like an idiot, and he bent down, and kissed her cheek.
Jack and Donna watched as the Doctor blandly flirted with Toshiko. Donna looked over at Jack, and raised an eyebrow, but he shook his head. The Doctor was rebounding with Tosh, after Rose had been gone for three hours. He had a feeling that he'd be talking to a certain timelord very sternly, very soon.
"You had the reception without me." She spat, eyes narrowed.
"Donna, what happened to ya?" A bald man asked.
You had the reception without me." She repeated, raising her voice slightly.
"Hullo!" the Doctor called cheerfully, appearing around Donna's shoulder. "I'm the Doctor!"
"I'm Toshiko!" Tosh forwarded, following suit.
"And I'm Jack." He added.
"They had the reception without me!" Donna told them, slightly incredulous.
"Yes, I gathered." The Doctor assured her- rather unhelpfully.
"Well it was all paid for, why not?" A chavy blonde woman deadpanned tactlessly.
"Yes," Donna hissed venomously. "Thank you Nerys." An older blonde woman approached Donna, a look of disapproval on her face.
"Well, what were we supposed to do? I got your silly little message in the end - "I'm on Earth"? Very funny. What the hell happened? How did you do it? I mean, what's the trick because I'd love to know—" Ah, Donna's mother. The other wedding guests exploded into chatter, accusing Donna of strange things, and asking her questions. Suddenly, she burst into tears, and allowed the bald man to put his arms around her. The wedding party 'aww'ed appropriately, and some applauded. Jack rolled his eyes, until he saw Donna throw him a slight wink. He grinned. The guests dis-banded leaving Donna and the bald man with Jack, Toshiko and the Doctor. Eventually, she stopped fake crying, and introduced the bald man.
"Everyone, this is Lance, Lance this is the Doctor, Toshiko and Jack." She said, her ar linked with Lance's.
"Sorry, Doctor what mate, didn't catch that." He asked, extending a hand.
"No, just 'the Doctor'."
So this was Lance. This was the competition. No, don't think like that. He scolded himself. Donna was getting married to him, look at that big silly grin she's wearing, that's a good thing! She's happy! Don't spoil it! He became aware of Lance (or egg-head, as Jack was prepared to call him) leading a still grinning Donna onto the dance floor.
"I need a drink." He muttered, heading towards the bar. A small hand on his elbow stopped him.
"Or you could dance with me." Tosh said sternly. A small smile graced his lips as he looked down at his hopeful friend.
"Oh, I suppose so." He said, sighing dramatically. He grabbed her arm, and dragged her behind him as he made his way onto the dance floor. He placed his arms around her appropriately, and they began to dance. Not that he minded, dancing with Tosh, but he really needed a drink. He just didn't want the Doctor getting to close with her. He and Tosh had a special sort of friendship, going back for a few years. He'd saved her from the U.N.I.T Prison; she'd developed the computer systems, which had flourished under her care. He'd save her life countless times, and in return, she'd always been there to talk to when he was feeling bad. He'd taken care of her in World War Two, and she'd comforted him after the loss of his namesake. She'd cared for him when he was upset after the loss of Rose, and he'd be damned if anything happened to her on his watch. The song ended, and she began to pull away, but he gripped her hands. "No!" he said, slightly desperately. "Let's dance some more!"
"Why?" she asked, suspiciously. He searched wildly for an excuse, but before he could think of anything, the Doctor was by their side.
"Care to dance?" he asked her politely. She smiled, and accepted leaving Jack standing there. "H.C Clements," The Doctor whispered to him. "Anything?" Jack shook his head.
"Set up twenty years ago by Torchwood one." Jack replied. He then left the Doctor and Tosh to dance, and sat on a barstool, watching them carefully. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, the Doctor is the Doctor after all, maybe it just looks like flirting, but it wasn't, maybe he just needed some sort of affection, the loss of Rose having affected him so badly... Maybe it was all perfectly innocent, and Jack had been thinking hostile thoughts about his old friend. Perfectly innocent, no harm! No need to worry, he's still mourning Rose. Jack thought sadly of the look on his old friend's face, as she was dragged into the void... he turned to order his drink, watched the bartender pour it, swallowed the glass in one steady motion. Perfectly innocent, no attraction there, he thought to himself, slamming the glass down on the bar, and turning back around, to see Toshiko and the Doctor pressed intimately close together, dancing rather... erotically. Just the Doctor, he's clueless, no need to worry. He tried to shift his attention away, trusting Tosh to look after herself, only to find his eyes glued to Donna and eggy. He almost ordered a second drink, when he spied a man with a film camera, and he hurried off to have a look. After watching it twice, he called the Doctor over to have a look.
"Can't be! Play it again?" The Doctor ordered, slight panic in his voice.
"What is it?" Jack asked immediately. Is it Donna, is she in danger?" The Doctor looked up to him, glasses perched on his nose.
"Huon particles. They kill." He said, worriedly.
"They kill?" Tosh repeated, incredulously.
"And ancient, so ancient which means..." he trailed off, staring intently at Donna.
"What?" Jack asked panicking. "It means what?"
"That it can't be hidden by a bio-damper!" And with that, he sprinted to the nearest window. Jack sprang into action immediately, running towards Donna. He turned, expecting to see Tosh, but instead she saw him at the window, with the Doctor.
"Donna!" he exclaimed, running up to her and her fiancée. "They've found you." He said seriously, watching Donna's worried face.
"But the Doctor said I was safe!"
"Well the bio-damper doesn't work," said the Doctor, appearing next to Jack.
"We've got to get everyone out." Tosh finished, scanning the room.
"But..." Donna whispered, at a loss for words. "It's all my family."
"We'll save them," Jack told her. "Now we've got to find an exit."
"The Santas are over there." Tosh said, pointing to the previously vacated window.
"Out the back door!" The Doctor cried, and the four of them ran to the back door, only to see two Santas with brass instruments, walking menacingly towards them.
"Or not." Donna finished.
They ran to another window, the last remaining exit.
"We're trapped." Tosh whispered. One of the Santas lifted up a remote control, and the Doctor darted away from the window, coming back into the ball room.
"The Christmas trees." He whispered.
"What about them?" Donna asked.
"They kill." The Doctor replied.
"And Santa's a paedophile too apparently, but what's that got to do with anything?" Jack asked. Donna stifled a giggled, and the Doctor looked between them, slightly speechless.
"Not the time!" He said after a moment, then ran onto the dance floor. "Get away from the trees!" Donna sprang into action, herding the children onto the dance floor, away from any Christmas trees.
"Oh, for God's sakes, the man's an idiot!" Donna's mother declared, and it took a lot of Jack's strength not to hit this woman. "Why? What's a Christmas tree gonna... oh!" They all spun around, to see what she was looking at. The Christmas baubles elegantly plucked themselves off the tree, and began floating about the room.
"Oh dear." Tosh muttered, looking upwards. The wedding party all cooed and cheered, laughing, when suddenly, a decoration exploded. The room was soon filled with explosions, and screaming guests. From his position near the sound system, he could see Donna and Lance trying to shield each other, and the Doctor protectively huddling over Tosh, neither of which sights pleased him that much. He felt the screwdriver in his pocket, and suddenly, he had an idea.
Tosh felt the Docotr's hand on her back, and felt a warm tingling spread through-out her body. She leaned in to his touch, both of them trying to shield themselves from the chaos by hiding near an over turned table, when suddenly the explosions stopped, and Jack's voice reverberated though out the room.
"Hey there, Santa." He said, sticking what appeared to be the Doctor's sonic screwdriver into a slot on the sound system. "Word of advice, next time you attack a man with a sonic screwdriver," here he picked up the microphone, and spoke into it. "Don't put him near a sound system." He flipped a switch, and a terrible high pitched noise sounded throughout the room. Tosh moaned slightly, and covered her ears, like many of the other people in the room. She peered around the table, to see a line of robot santas, all shaking and falling to bits. When the last robot had fallen, Jack stopped the noise, and rubbing her ears, she jumped up and hurried over to where Jack was, examining a robot.
"Are you alright?" he asked immediately, and she nodded, while Jack fussed. The Doctor appeared over them.
"I don't think these are scavengers any more." He said, holding up the discarded remote and three in-active baubles. "I think somebody's taken possession."
"Never mind that now," Donna said, appearing next to him. "You're a Doctor, people have been hurt."
"Nah, they wanted you alive," he said, tossing a bauble to her, which she caught. "See, inactive now!"
"All i'm saying-you coud help." She said, regardless. He held a robot head to his ear.
"Gotta think of the bigger picture!" he said, listening intently. "There's still a signal, come on!" he cried, hurrying from the room. She found herself immediately following him, Jack and Donna following behind her a moment later.
Not once had she seen Jack this angry. She almost thought, for a minute that he'd march past the robots, past the big spider, and punch Lance right in the mouth, but instead he placed a protective hand on Donna's shoulder.
"You miserable pig." He snarled. ".you." Toshiko found herself scared.
She was very certain, now, that Captain Jack Harkness was in love with Donna Noble. Before they'd left, the pair of them had exchanged phone numbers, and Jack had sauntered off to his bedroom, grinning like an idiot. Tosh shook her head, and made her way to her own temporary bedroom, closing the door behind her. She sat down, and thought about the Doctor.
He was an attractive man, that was for ceratin, and she was very, very attracted to him. He had been flirting with her, she was sure. But he'd just lost Rose, how had he moved on so quickly? She'd comforted him when he'd cried, and she'd seen the state he was in, he'd still be thinking about her, even now. It was like he'd been possessed, flirting and the advances he'd made, the erotic dancing. And Rose had only been gone a few hours at the most, this was wrong!
But it felt, so good.
She stood up, and made her way to the cupboard, and was about to open it, when her bedroom door opened and the Doctor stuck his head in.
"Hello there." He said, entering the room, and closing the door behind him, walking towards her.
"How can I help?" she asked, in what she thought was a casual tone. He said nothing, and simply observed her, looking her up and down. She opened her mouth to say something, when suddenly, the Doctor's tongue was in her mouth, and he kissed her, a kiss filled with lust, as he puched her up against the cupboard door. His arms were around her back, pressing her chest into him, a=but his body pressing her into the door. She found herself melting into his lustful embrace, when suddenly she remembered everything she'd been thinking about earlier, and broke apart from him.
"No."She said sternly, shaking her head. "This is wrong." She felt pathetic; standing there is a sopping wet party dress, while a nine hundred plus year old alien kissed her neck roughly. "What about Rose?" she asked. The Doctor did not reply, just continued kissing her neck, and shoulder. "This isn't right, you're disrespecting any feelings you had- have for her, and you're using me as a rebound." The Doctor looked up, at her, pressing her more firmly against the cupboard, and she realized that he had a hand on her breast.
"Haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like?" he asked her, she was breathing in her scent, and was becoming over whelmed.
"W-what?' she asked shakily. In response, the Doctor began nibbling on her earlobe. "If I kissed you," he said finally, when her knees were truly weak, and then he whispered in her ear the rest of the sentence. He kissed her jaw, and then her neck, and she moaned slightly.
"No... this is wrong." She muttered.
"I've seen the way you look at me," he breathed raggedly in her ear. "I know you'd love it if I ripped this dress of you, and had my wicked way with you."
"Doctor... not that I wouldn't like it... but Rose-"
"Wouldn't know." The Doctor cut in huskily. He was kissing her collar bone now, and she could feel her resolve weakening. "You said you'd like it, so what's the harm?" he asked, and she gave in. She stopped trying to push him away, and sighed.
"Alright." She muttered, and the Doctor grinned. She felt an odd sensation, as this strange man, possessed, almost, possessed by grief, groped for her hemline...