Hello there, all you wonderful readers and reviewers! You guys are just coming out of the woodwork! Anyway, so I finally got my lazy butt in gear and wrote another chapter. I think it was mostly because I spent the whole day browsing the Ten/Rose tag on tumblr and I was just hit with so many feels I had to write fanfiction. And thus, this story was born.
NOTE: I increased the rating to T for this chapter because of the word "sex". I think we're all big kids and we can handle it. But in case we're not, you may just want to wait for the next chapter.
Prompt: Imagine your OTP going to a sporting event and getting shown on the Kiss Cam.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, I would be rich and famous.
I am not rich. I am not famous. Therefore I do not own Doctor Who.

The Doctor does not like sporting events. As a rule, he sticks to the Olympics and the occasional odd match on the T.V. So when he offers to take Rose to a real proper football game, she's more than a little confused.

"Are you sure about this, Doctor?" she asks as they're walking to their seats. " You've never seemed like much of a sports fan to me."

He snorts. "Me? Rose Tyler, I am the biggest sports fanatic in the universe!"

She raises her eyebrows and looks at him skeptically.

"What? I am!"

She lets out a sarcastic chuckle. "Alright. What's your favorite sport, then?"

"Oh, you wouldn't know it. It's alien."

Rose isn't buying it. "Really."

"Yes, really! It's played on this one planet in…this one galaxy…and…" He breaks down into laughter. "All right, you got me. I hate sports. But you've been carrying on for weeks about this game. I thought you might want to come see it in person."

She grins and leans her head on his shoulder. "Thanks. This is going to be so much fun!"

He smiles softly. He loves seeing her happy. Even if it means sitting in an uncomfortable chair for one and a half hours while a bunch of guys run around on a field, accomplishing nothing much in terms of scoring. To him, seeing the expression of pure delight on her face is worth it all.

After just a short time, however, it's clear how passionate she is about this. He never pictured her as one of those die-hard sports fans, but as she stands up in her seat and shouts at the players on the field, he realizes just how severely he's underestimated her. All in all, between watching Rose and watching the game, the Doctor is highly entertained.

As the game marches on and it gets later and later into the day, they both start to run out of energy. It was already late evening by the time they arrived, and they're about three quarters of the way through the game by now. Rose, due to her loud and frequent outbursts, is suffering the most. She's almost completely out of energy and has resigned herself to quietly snuggling against the Doctor's arm while they watch the remainder of the game.

It's then that they get put on the Kiss Cam.

Neither one of them notices it at first; Rose is too involved in the game and the Doctor is too involved in Rose and how beautiful she looks. But when people around them start chanting "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!", they know something's up. Rose sees the screen first and, blushing profusely, tugs on the Doctor's sleeve. She gestures up towards the monitor and lets it sink in.

Time literally seems to slow down while they look at each other. The Doctor can hear the blood rushing through his head, the thump-thump-thump-thump of his hearts speeding up. A thousand questions burn through his mind, and slowly, as if she can hear them, Rose nods a miniscule "yes".

He can't wait any longer. He's wanted to do this for so, so long, and now he finally has an excuse. Shakily, he places his hand on the back of her head and pulls her closer, gently pressing his lips to hers. Rose brings her hands up to tangle in the hair at the back of his neck and he slides his down to frame her jawline. The crowd cheers, but neither one of them registers it. In fact, they both completely forget the game even exists. The Doctor maneuvers Rose out of her seat and onto his lap for better access, wrapping his arms around her waist as he deepens the kiss. She grabs his lapels, pulling him even closer and wrapping her legs around his waist. By this time, the Kiss Cam is off and everyone has returned to watching the game except them and the few people around them who can't help but be distracted. Eventually, one (exceptionally rude) lady clears her throat and suggests that, if they plan on continuing, they take it outside. The Doctor turns around to point out that they are, in fact, already outside, and therefore her statement makes no sense, but Rose grabs his tie and pulls him back to face her.

"Doctor, let's just go back to the TARDIS."

"But I thought you wanted to see the game."

Rose sighed. "Look, if I want to find out how this game ended, I can just Google it in the morning or call my mum or something. Right now, I'm stewing in so much sexual tension I honestly think I might explode if you don't take me back to the TARDIS and just shag me right now." She unhooks her legs from around him and picks up her bag as the Doctor stares dumbfounded, certain that he is the luckiest man in the universe.

"Well?" Rose says, extending her hand. "Are you coming or not?"

Grinning, he leaps from his seat and grabs her hand, and together they sprint out of the stadium, using the Doctor's coat to protect them from the rain that is just starting to fall.