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They lay side by side on the Doctors double bed, in his room which Rose had never been allowed in back then. Nowhere near. He had made sure she never went in, for this reason exactly, for reasons...He couldn't think to explain at that moment.

The sheet was pulled over, them, and they both stared at the ceiling, avoiding the sight of various items of clothes (including a bowtie and tweed jacket) lying strewn across the bedroom floor, and equally, the sight of the others naked body.

"We..." Rose said quietly, and she trailed off, not quite sure how to finish the sentence.

"Yeah." Replied the Doctor, and the word tasted strange in his mouth. They had... He had...With a human. With Rose Tyler. How odd, he had never expected that to happen. And it had been so natural. Rather intense and passionate at first, years of pent up longing exploding between them in that one moment, but it had felt right. Even now, the aftermath, the Doctor felt comfortable with it, and he suspected Rose did too. He wondered why that was, so he lay there, frowning at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to figure it out. His brain seemed to jam, the selection of cogs which usually ran so smoothly inside his mind locked and strained, and he just couldn't make sense of it. And then he heard her shift beside him.

He turned his head to see her face delightfully close to his. Her hair hung around her face like a halo and she smiled slightly, her large eyes roaming over his face. There was still a flicker of uncertainty in her expression, and the Doctor shifted himself so their bodies faced each other.

Rose reached out a hand and touched his hair, running a hand through it. The Doctor let her, keeping her within his own line of vision.

"Bigger hair than last time." She commented softly, lips curving upwards fondly. Her hand then slid to his face, where she ran her fingers along his new jaw line and cheek bones. "Chiselled. Very chiselled." She licked her lips, and then pushed his fringe from his eyes. "Your eyes..." She trailed off, completely focused on them.

"What about them?" Asked the Doctor quietly, hearts beating as he waited for her next words. Rose looked thoughtful, and then she withdrew her hand.

"They're a different colour, but they're the same. They're always the same, somehow...I dunno."

"I am the same person, remember." He chuckled. "Do you believe me yet?"

"Yes." She giggled. "But it's hard to come back, expectin' everythin' to be the same, when it's not..."

"It is the same." The Doctor said under his breath, his voice a low rumble. He raised his own hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "You stole both of my hearts. That's not about to change in a hurry."

They smiled at one another, and for the first time since they had reunited again, they were the old Doctor and Rose. Completely at ease with each other.

And then the bedroom door opened abruptly, and the moment was ruined.

Rose and the Doctor sat up abruptly, looking in alarm at the door, where Amy Pond stood, hand on the door handle. A silence followed, as the Doctor fought with his anger at Amy entering his private quarters, Rose's cheeks went pink, and Amy raised her eyebrows.

Nobody said anything, and nobody had chance, as just as quickly as Amy has come in, she smirked suggestively and left, shutting the door behind her.

"She hasn't heart of knockin' then." Commented Rose, turning her head to view the Doctor, who was still frowning at the door.

After another second, he scrambled out of bed, shouting 'Amy!" loudly. His foot caught as he hastily vacated the bed, tangling in the sheets as he moved. He stumbled with an over the top flail and hit the floor with a loud thud. He ignored this, freed himself and scrambled across the floor, yelling 'Amy!' once more before giving up.

Rose sat in the bed, staring at the Doctor. He turned around, breathless, and looked at her helplessly.

And then Rose laughed.

She laughed loudly and overtly, falling back against her pillow and pressing a hand to her forehead. The Doctor's brow furrowed and he stood up indignantly, grabbing his trousers and underwear from the floor, and began pulling them on.

"It's not funny, Rose." He said in annoyance, pulling one trouser leg on and then the other. Rose continued in her hysterics, tears streaming from her eyes. The Doctor couldn't understand why she was laughing so hard. He marched to the bed and sat on the edge of it, twisting around to face the hysterical blonde girl. "Alright, alright. Yes. I fell. It was very funny."

But Rose continued. The Doctor considered it extremely unfortunate that Rose's acceptance of him had been followed by a less than dignified fall onto the bedroom floor. While her giggles were somewhat enchanting for him to listen to, the Doctor was an arrogant creature, and couldn't bear to be laughed at. He cupped a hand over Rose's mouth, and her chuckles continued for a moment or so more behind the restraining palm, before stopping almost entirely. Her brown eyes flickered up to greet his green, and he stared at her sternly. "Stop it."

Rose gave one last childish snort, and then gently removed his hand, suddenly serious.

"But really though." She glanced back at the place where Amy had stood, as if for effect. "She's the sexiest ginger I've ever seen. You've gone up market."

The Doctor looked aghast.
"I have not!"

"Yes you have." Rose's tone was teasing, although the Doctor sensed something less joking in there. "Her legs go on forever. She's sexy. Don't deny it."

The Doctor rolled his eyes, and moved around so his back was against the headboard of the bed, and his legs were stretched out in front of him. He looked down at Rose's messy blonde head.

"You and I have just had interspecies intercourse." He said it as a statement, and it still felt strange to say, even though the act itself hadn't. "I think it's obvious that it isn't Amy who is my cup of tea."

"But you always said you liked gingers." Replied Rose, somewhat moodily. The Doctor looked at her strangely.

"Yes. I also like blondes, and our current situation would suggest that they are my preference." He grinned at her. "Wouldn't you say so?"

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