Jackie and Pete were coming home tomorrow. Rose had wrangled a strict guarantee from both of her parents that they would not delay again. "It's only one more day, Rose." Jackie had told her. "Besides, looking after your brother with himself will be good practice for when you lot –"
"Mum," Rose hissed into the phone.
"It's only natural, dear." Jackie said complacently. "And don't try to tell me that you haven' consummated yet. 'Ell, you two probably consummated every time you were married, back in the other universe."
"We, he, never, consummated," Rose spluttered incoherently. It was true, despite Jackie's loud protestations that her daughter needn't lie to her. This marriage had been consummated; here, there was no dancing around their love for each other, because he would no longer outlive her for centuries. The others… alien cultures didn't have the same marriage traditions as Western Earth culture. The Doctor had told her once that he had once accidentally become engaged to an Aztec woman just by making hot chocolate. And they'd had things called looms on his homeworld; presumably his first marriage had not been properly consummated (by Jackie's standards, anyway).
"We'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Rose told her mother. After hearing Jackie's assent, Rose replied, "see you then," and hung up the phone.
"Tea?" A voice asked softly from behind her.
Rose turned to face her husband. "Ta," she muttered, gratefully accepting the hot drink.
"I can't believe that you're discussing our sex life with your mother," he said, his nose scrunching with disgust. Rose thought that he looked rather adorable, with his pouty bottom lip sticking out.
"My mother's discussing our sex life with me," Rose replied, her own lip curled.
"Well, we'll just have to make it so that she won't want to hear about our sex life," the Doctor whispered dirtily, a smirk appearing on his face. "Tony's with Mrs. Chesterton down the street." The Chestertons, so the Doctor suspected, were this world's versions of Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright – his first companions onboard the original TARDIS.
The Doctor kissed his wife, slowly savouring the taste and feel of her full lips. Rose responded just as fervently. Slowly, he pulled her on top of him, laying on the couch. "Rose," he mumbled, his lips too busy capturing hers to form the words properly.
A mobile phone rang. Rose languidly pressed another kiss to the Doctor's lips, before looking at the Caller ID. "Mrs. Chesterton," she greeted the caller. "Okay. Thank you for calling; we'll come get him right away."
"Tony's wanting to come home," she sighed. "Mrs. Chesterton says that he's been tired and cranky and won't stop crying for Mum."
The Doctor caressed Rose's face longingly. She yearningly cupped his hand to her cheek, closed her eyes, and sighed once more. Rose buttoned her shirt closed and stood. "Best get him home."
Tony stood on Mrs. Chesterton's sofa impatiently. There was a knock at the door. "Rose!" He crowed happily.
"Most likely, dear," Mrs. Chesterton patted his head fondly. The little boy's spirits had soared when he learnt that his sister was coming for him. She opened the door, and Tony ran to hug Rose's legs.
"I miss Mummy," he sniffled, burying his face in her trousers.
"Thank you," Mrs. Chesterton mouthed. Rose smiled and looked down at her brother. "Let's go home, and you and me can watch a movie with Doctor, how's that sound?"
Tony smiled widely, though tears still threatened to spill over.
