They bought John 5 new suits; one plain black, one black with pinstripes, a blue one with slight pinstripes, another plain blue one and finally they bought him one that was dark brown.
Although Rose wanted him to buy some jeans, John refused. He did buy a couple t-shirts though. He also bought a couple real shirts along with a trench coat that was almost identical to the one his doppelgänger wore.
Finally, Rose treated John to two pairs of converses. One white and the other red; both high-top.
"That all?" John asked Rose after they left the store with his new shoes safely tucked away in a bright red shopping bag.
"Yeah. That should be good to start with." She said nodding.
They meandered back in the general direction of Rose's flat. Every once and awhile Rose would spot something in a store she wanted to look at, and she would drag John after her.
When they finally got back to her flat, John was tired, but in a good way, he decided as he hung his new clothes in the closet in his bedroom.
"Hey, Doc.. John." Rose said, appearing at the doorway, "You wanna watch a movie."
He smiled at her slip-up, and replied, "Sure. Just let me finish this. You go and start whatever movie you like."
"Sure." She smiled at him, before disappearing.
John finished quickly. Throwing the last t-shirt into a drawer, he found his way to the living room. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest when he saw Rose sitting with her legs crossed on the couch. A bowl of popcorn sat beside her, and she was staring at the copyright warning that were flashing across the screen.
She turned and smiled at him, "It's going to be awfully uncomfortable to watch from there." She said, her tongue appearing at the corner of her mouth momentarily.
John felt himself moving towards Rose, his beautiful, tempting Rose. He sat down on the complete opposite side of the couch, "What are we watching?" He asked.
"The 7th Potter movie." She replied, happily.
John reached for a handful of popcorn before answering, "One of the best." He nodded approvingly.
"Yeah."
They watched the movie in silence.
Only when the credits started to roll did Rose say anything, "You really are him, aren't you?" She asked in a whisper.
To John's surprise, when he looked over a Rose, she was crying. He scooted closer to her, and put an arm around her gently before answering, "Yes."
"But, you're different as well. He couldn't say it... He didn't love me." She sobbed.
"That's where you're wrong. He loved you very much, but he wouldn't have been able to leave if he spoke his feelings about you. He knew that he couldn't leave me on my own. He also knew that if he said he loved you, that you would never have accepted me."
"But..."
"It's alright. You can mourn him, but that shouldn't stop you from loving me." He said, reading her mind.
She smiled up at him, "You aren't the Doctor, but you are my Doctor." She said, finally giving in to the ever-growing part of her brain, telling her that this man was her Doctor.
They sat like that, with Rose silently curled up in her Doctor's arms, for a long time. When John made to untangle himself from Rose, she protested, "Where to you think you're going?"
"I was... It's late." He pointed out.
"So?" She asked, her tone softening.
"We should get to bed." He said.
"What am I? Twelve." Rose teased, but she stood anyway.
They padded lightly down the hall to their rooms.
"Goodnight, Rose. My sweet, wonderful Rose." John said, as Rose stood against her bedroom door.
"Doctor?" She said.
"Yes?" He liked her calling him 'Doctor', more than anything else in the world.
Instead of answering, she threw herself against him. He wobbled slightly, but regained his balance quickly. She pressed her lips to his. All the bottled up passion and desire suddenly flood John's senses as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer to him. She kissed him passionately, her fingers playing through his fantastic chesnut hair. He forgot his vow to wait for her as he moved to deepen the kiss. Partly her lips with his, his tongue darted into her mouth. She shuddered as his tongue explored her mouth. She met his tongue with her own.
Rose suddenly pulled away, but she did not leave the circle of her Doctor's arms, "Doctor." She said staring up at him.
"Rose." He replied, slightly confused (but he would never admit that).
She twisted out of his arms in one fluid motion, but she grabbed his hand before opening her bedroom door. she pulled him inside silently. Rose clicked the door shut and turned to face her Doctor, "You said we should get to bed." She told him, after taking in his confused face.
"But... I didn't mean... BED." He said emphazising the last word.
"Neither did I," She stated, "Just sleep."
"Ummm, ok, but can I get my pajamas?" He asked.
She just smiled at him, "Of course."
By the time John returned in a too big t-shirt and pajama pants, Rose was in a similar emsemble. Her pants and top clashed horribly, but neither she nor John minded.
"Come on then." She insisted with fake irritablility.
He climbed in one side of the bed as she climbed in the other. They settled in the middle with Rose's head resting against John's chest. He suddenly decided that there were a couple things he liked more than Rose calling him 'Doctor' like her kisses, and the way her even breathing felt as he lay staring at the ceiling.
If his entire life was like this; well he was looking forward to tomorrow.