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Allons-y
Rose dressed as the Doctor had asked her to, slipping on some jeans and a t-shirt. She acquired the bag that he made for her—bigger on the inside, naturally—held a nice dress and shoes. He wouldn't tell her where they were going. All he had said when she had pestered him about it was that they were having a date. An actual date. Not that their trip to see the end of the world wasn't one, because it was. This was going to become another special date, she believed. She was excited.
The man had taken her across galaxies, through meteor showers, to the past and to the end of the world twice, but he had never taken her on a normal date. They had really done this backwards. She ran away with a man she had barely known and fell in love with him, was lost to another world, then found him again only to be left behind all over. They had kissed a bunch of times before taking things any further, but typically dates happened before those and running off with a mad man in a box. However she had never been typical, and backwards seemed to work for them in this case. She just wished she knew where he was taking her. She didn't fancy landing on a planet with serpents or anything to interrupt their special time. Not that she didn't like trouble, but they needed a small break away from it.
Maybe if she asked the TARDIS nicely since they were connected She would let her in on the surprise. Girl power and all. Rose gently ran her fingers against the wall and felt the hum in her mind.
"Where's he takin' us, Sexy?" she asked.
The humming got a little louder and broke up a bit, sounding like a laugh.
"Think it's funny when I call you sexy, eh? Well, you like it when he does it."
The lights flickered once and Rose laughed out loud.
"Okay, I can see that. It's his pet name for you. I guess I can understand why you don't want me saying it. After all, I wouldn't like him calling somebody else pink and yellow. So you going to tell me where he's taken me, sweetheart."
A more rhythmic hum came to her, but it didn't give her an idea.
"Okay fine, be that way. I'll just go see if I can figure out the coordinates." Rose stuck her tongue out in general at the wall. She was still trying to define what her connection was with the ship, but if she had to guess at the moment she would say they were siblings in a sense, and she was the annoying little sister.
Heading out of her room, she made her way to the console room where the Doctor was waiting for her. She came to a sudden stop at the doorway, shocked by what she saw. Her Doctor wasn't wearing his usual pinstripes—he was wearing jeans. Dark blue jeans that were fitted so nice on him and did even more amazing things to his bum than before. He was bent over the controls in concentration, and she felt the tingle of lust start from the bottom and work its way up.
It wasn't right for a bloke or alien to look that damn good in a pair of jeans. Not to mention a big part of her wanted to know what he looked like without them.
The Doctor sensed Rose as soon as she walked in the room, but continued to fiddle with the coordinates. He was going to jump them around some so she wouldn't be able to gather where they were heading. That's what made mystery tours more fun. He had meant what he had told her that he wanted it to be a surprise. When he finally turned around to acknowledge her presence, he was stunned to see the lust in her eyes and her mouth hanging open.
He glanced down at himself, trying to figure what was making her act this way so he could do it again some time, but the only thing different was the fact that he was in jeans. Well, tight jeans. That seemed to be what was working for Rose Tyler. He smirked, noting how her eyes were still stuck to where his bum would have been. It was times like these where he wished he could read minds because whatever she was thinking was something he wanted to know. However since he couldn't, he simply cleared his throat.
"My eyes are up here, Rose," he said, gesturing at his face.
She shook herself from the trance and the enchanted pink shade he loved so much crept over her cheeks. She bit her lip then walked towards him. He blocked the screen as she tried to look over his shoulder. "Where are we going, Doctor?"
"Can't tell you that."
Rose rolled her eyes. "Come on, just give in already and tell me." She poked his shoulder and tried to push him aside.
"Uh-uh-uh, no can do," he said, shaking his head. "That would ruin the surprise."
"Even if I did this?"
She grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and brought his mouth down to for a hard kiss. He reciprocated gladly with equal fervor, his hands burying themselves in her hair. The moment seemed to last for a short while until they had shifted positions with her back being pressed against the console before he lifted her up to sit on the edge of the panel. The Doctor drew away to let Rose catch her breath before he dived back in for another taste. When they broke apart he was panting heavily, and she could tell just how much he was enjoying this by the evidence clear between her.
She had started the kiss as a way to get him to move where she could see the screen, but it had quickly escalated and her plan had fogged to the back of her head. Now that it ceased, her mind was returning. He swallowed hard and took a step back as she hopped down with a tiny grin on her face. His eyes were dark and his breath still shallow, trying to regain control of himself. She just loved that she could make him lose it sometimes. While he was distracted she took the open opportunity to glance at the monitor, gasping when she recognized the name across the screen.
Barcelona—the planet, that was.
Ages ago, back before the Doctor had regenerated into the man he is now, he had talked about taking her to see the dogs with no noses there. They had never been able to go however because, at the time, he had changed and she wanted to go see her mother for a little bit to catch her bearings. Rose inwardly sighed to herself. It was going to be so much fun. She wondered what dogs with no noses looked like, and what the planet had to offer besides them. If it even resembled Barcelona the city of her time at all.
The Doctor grinned cheekily. He knew she was going to kiss him as a form of distracting him, so why wouldn't he let her act on her thoughts? He was a clever man, after all, and he wouldn't dare pass up on the chances to have those lips on his. He wasn't top worried about her getting a Look at the screen to figure out where they were going. It was in Gallifreyan, and he was the only person onboard that could read it.
"Oh, Doctor," Rose breathed. "Barcelona? That's fantastic! Dogs with no noses. Can we go now?"
His brows raised in surprise. That was impossible. How could she have been able to read his home language and understand it? Maybe it was the TARDIS helping her out with the translation. The ship hummed in his mind, annoyed. "Okay, sexy, it wasn't you. Sorry," he thought. He walked around the floor and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to her. "Rose, what does this say?"
"'Don't go to Midnight no matter what,'" she read quickly. "Doctor, why are you giving me a reading test? I wanna go to Barcelona. We can read later, I promise."
He was impressed. More than impressed, just amazed. So it was possible for her to read Gallifreyan. The question was should he press this now or wait until later? Seeing the excitement in her eyes sealed his answer. It wasn't an emergency, they could do that later. He would be keeping this unkind though, his curiosity and amusement would last him a few more hours. He had a date to keel with this beautiful miracle of a woman, and nothing else was going to keep them from delaying their plans.
But there was one thing he needed to do first. Surreptitiously, he removed a tiny yellow post-it note just below the screen while she wasn't looking. One he had written long ago: 'Tell Rose you love her, you idiot.'
The Doctor quickly stuffed it in one of his pockets and pulled the panel's lever, sending them off into the vortex. When the rotor stopped wheezing, he held out his hand. "Right then! Allons-y, Rose Tyler! Barcelona awaits."
