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Chapter 11- Too Much

The Doctor and Rose were about to step out of the TARDIS and onto the planet Refgart, which was best known for it's football.

"Rose, what's taking so long, eh? We should already be out there, watching the match!" he called into the hallway.

She emerged looking completely stunning, and the words in his throat got stuck. All he could do was gape with his mouth open.

"I'm here now," she winked, and walked out into the console room. When Rose walked in front of him, his eyes finally registered what the blonde was wearing. A short jean dress with tights and a purple short sleeve shirt that was so low cut, it disappeared under the dress.

"You're going to watch football in that?" he asked. He tried to pass it off as incredulous, like silly human girls trying to look pretty for football matches, but really, he didn't want anyone to gawk at her. She was his, damnit, and no one was allowed to have her.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "What's wrong with it?"

"Won't you be cold?" he asked reproachfully. "That skirt is very short."

"Oi! Are you a prude then, Doctor?" she teased, grabbing him by the tie.

He gulped like he always did when she was this close to him, hearts racing. "No," the Doctor said flatly.

"Well, I don't see the problem then." And when she looked at him, he could have sworn there was a challenge in her eyes.

No, I can't tell her. He shook his head.

"You're right," he grinned. "Let's go watch some football!" The Doctor grabbed her hand and they ran out of the TARDIS.

…..

"Come on! That was a rubbish shot!" Rose shouted.

The Doctor watched her amusedly. He never knew that Rose would get so vocal over a sports match. If he was being honest, it was quite attractive.

What? he asked himself, Where did that come from? This is Rose! Our friend.

She looked over and smiled her tongue in teeth smile and he grinned back at her.

Suddenly a wave of coke splashed all down Rose Tyler. The Doctor turned around in confusion, and just a little bit of anger, that someone would drench her. It better not have been on purpose.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" a male voice said, apologetic. It was a pretty boy, too, wasn't it? Yes, it always was.

"It's okay!" Rose reassured him, placing her hand on his arm.

"Here, take my napkins," he offered, wiping off her arms, and reaching to dab her dress.

"I got that, thanks," the Doctor replied cooly, placing his hand over the pretty boy's and resuming the dabbing.

"Oh, are you two together?" the man asked.

"Yes," the Doctor replied as Rose said "No," and they looked at each other in confusion.

"What I mean to say," the Doctor started, to cover up what he said, "She's my responsibility. My companion. We travel together, you see. Time and space, universes and planets, stars and galaxies. I know what you're thinking, very impressive, yes. And no, you can't come along." He shot a glare at the pretty boy.

The man looked at the Doctor very confused, and Rose stared at him, amused, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Surely, we can show 'im just around the console room, yeah?" she asked. "He did stop to help."

"But he's the one that dumped coke on you in the first place," the Doctor said icily.

"Yes, right, I did. That was a complete accident, ma'am. I'm very clumsy, you see." His eyes gravitated towards the brown stains on Rose's chest, and the Doctor moved over slightly to cover her.

"Weeeeeell, we must be going, right Rose?" he looked at her.

"The match isn't over yet!" Rose protested.

"Rose, now," he said pointedly.

She nodded. "Okay. It was nice to meet you…?" she paused, waiting for pretty boy to give her his name.

"Matt," he supplied.

"Matt, right. Maybe you should watch where those feet are goin', yeah?" she teased, and jealousy coursed through his veins at the smile she gave him.

"Yeah, but not a total waste, right? Got to meet a beautiful girl," the pretty boy winked, and Rose blushed.

The Doctor shot daggers at the man, and grabbed Rose's hand. "Nice to meet you, pretty boy!" he yelled, and dragged her through the crowd.

They didn't stop until they reached the TARDIS and he slammed the doors behind them and leaned Rose over the console.

"What was that?" he demanded.

"What was what?" she asked, confused.

"You can come back to the console room, pretty boy," he mocked in a high pitch voice.

"Is that supposed to be me?" she grinned. "And you called 'im pretty boy," she laughed.

"That's not funny," he growled.

Rose sighed. "Fine, I was tryin' to make you jealous."

The Doctor pulled back a couple of steps. "Me? Why?"

Rose pulled him close to her again and planted a kiss on his lips. "That's why, you daft old man," she teased, and the Doctor captured her lips in his once more.

"Don't ever wear short skirts in public again," he said. "Next time, all you have to do is ask, and I'll kiss you, eh?"