Companion Appreciation Day
Chapter Six
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"Your men love you. If that was all I knew about you, that would be enough. But you also tilt when you should withdraw – and that is knightly too." – Prince Edward, A Knight's Tale
Now, if I may return the kindness you once showed me – take a knee.
By the witnesses here, I hereby dub thee… DAME CHAPTER OF THE SIXTH!!!
You can tell I've been watching A Knight's Tale one too many times. –Geeky grin- Don't you LOVE Prince Edward?!?!!!!
I'm kind of in the mood for dissing The Doctor – After all, he just fell in love and got married to some blonde chick who is NOT Rose (I guess that's John Smith – but why on earth didn't he and Rose get hitched earlier??? Okay, so I haven't seen the episode but have been influenced by spoilers… -glares crossly-) and ditched JACK – the dum cauf!!!
-starts to glower- This will HOPEFULLY quench the very IDEA of John Smith marrying some Joan… Aurgh. I'm MAD.
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A few minutes later (Well, it was technically 24 hours later, but when one has a time machine… -shrugs-) the Doctor, exhausted beyond recognition rushed out of the TARDIS and hollered at the top of his lungs, "ROSE!"
"Ouch!" murmured Rose painfully, and he jumped. She had been closer than he thought possible. He cringed, understanding how it could hurt. "I'm right here," she protested, moving forward and waving an arm out as she did, so that she wouldn't bump into the Doctor suddenly and by accident. Her fingers gripped a dark shape and they tightened when she realized she had found his arm.
The Doctor, still unseen by her, smiled gently, moved his other arm slowly around her waist and drew her into his chest. "Hi," he whispered, bending his head.
Rose glanced up and her lips puckered adorably as she concentrated on seeing his face. Her mouth smoothed into a gorgeous grin as she saw his face, slightly worn. She moved her fingers up into his hair, smoothing and twirling locks gently. His eyes closed at her touch as his mouth opened slightly and moved in silent motions when she gently tugged on his hair, her face so close to his.
"How long has it been for you since I saw you last?" whispered Rose, her breath coming across his skin and making the hairs on his neck stand up straight.
"Twenty-four hours," replied the Doctor wearily. "Twenty-four long, depressing, bored hours that almost killed me."
Rose eyed him in concern. "That long? Why were they long, depressing, boring hours that almost killed you?" she asked him gently.
"Because you weren't with me," answered the Doctor truthfully.
Rose half sighed and half smiled as he lowered his head for a long, passionate, absorbing kiss.
"Why on earth were you gone that long and where on earth were you?" Rose asked when they had separated for lack of oxygen.
"I… I don't need to answer that now… do I?" murmured the Doctor in between kisses. Once he had tasted her sweetness again he was unwilling to let go of it so easily. He captured her lips with his once more, becoming almost fierce and forceful. Rose managed to laugh around him, her body pressed tightly to his.
"May…" The Doctor's mouth once more got in the way of her words. "Maybe."
The Doctor moaned in ecstasy as she kissed him back with equal passion. He suddenly picked her up, separating them for a moment. "What are you doing, sir?" managed Rose, gasping slightly – but she was smiling.
"I don't think I can let you out of my sight again," the Doctor growled playfully, pressing his lips to the back of her neck in a delicious attempt to make her shiver. She didn't shiver, but she did wrap her arms around his neck, leaning forward to gently nibble his ear. The Doctor laughed as lightly as he could and walked her back into their home.
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"Did you pick a nice bouquet?" asked the Doctor as soon as they had entered the TARDIS and he had set her down, rather reluctantly. Rose blanked for a minute, then blinked. "Uh oh…" she murmured, apologies written all over her face.
"Don't worry," said the Doctor swiftly as he produced a large bouquet of roses and carnations with sprigs of baby's breath and handed it to her.
Rose held her breath as she stared at the large group of flowers with amazement and gratitude. "Ohh," she breathed, her eyes widening. The Doctor took in her expression with a mix of delight and self-pride.
"I picked it just for you," he boasted. "I went to the farthest reaches –" Rose's arms flung around him as she gave him a kiss that made him forget his name. The Doctor blinked, reeling with the amazing giant bolt of electricity that always came from touching Rose. He blushed slightly, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head. "Who… am I?" he asked, dizzily.
Rose giggled shyly before leaning forward and giving him a much less passionate kiss. This time it was somewhat expected and she felt him respond eagerly as his arms wrapped around her waist. He was so cute she couldn't help herself. The Doctor sighed with delight as she melted in his arms.
They both smiled at each other as they separated, Rose's eyes still closed an iota more than the Doctor's. "What now?" she asked him, expecting an enigmatic response with a touch of mischief in his eyes.
"Follow me," said the Doctor simply, grabbing her hand and starting to pull her into the depths of the TARDIS.
Rose laughed and followed.
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The Doctor grinned as he pushed open a door. Inside was a white, relaxing room with a white, relaxing recliner. "You'll love this," he whispered to Rose, grinning. A click of his fingers and the room suddenly filled with things. There were these sections…
The Doctor gestured to each in turn. "That is where you can have a nice relaxing shower or nice relaxing bath – that is where some ladies – well paid, mind you – are waiting to give you massages of all kinds… that is where you can put your makeup on –" He gestured to a large mirror with rows and rows of cosmetics, much to Rose's delight. "That is your wardrobe of dresses to choose one – no, maybe…"
Rose glanced at the Doctor curious.
"Nah, I might as well give it to you now," he said, somewhat bashfully. "Just in case… you know… you want to – wear it." He strode to a chest and opened it, and when he turned around Rose gave a little gasp of delight.
In his arms was a gorgeous dark blue silk. He held it wide, and Rose smiled at the style. It was an old but new dress, which Rose couldn't explain. She loved it immediately. The bodice was obviously tight fitting, and the skirt flared and puffed in an absolutely gorgeous way. Silver lace lined the neck and the sleeves, which had gentle puffs near the shoulders at the top, were slit to reveal matching silver lace. The dress was long sleeved.
But what was it for?
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