Rose eyed the beds over John's shoulder as they finished their breakfast and wondered if they could have a little 'eye opener' before Pete came to collect them. She pictured Pete and her mum bursting in on them mid-act. With a soft sigh of disappointment she decided against it.
John looked up over this cup at her, "is something wrong?" he asked, his eyes wide with concern.
"You got his keen hearing too, huh?" Rose smiled, "nothing's 'wrong' I was just thinking of last night..." she noticed he was about to apologise again, so she leaned across the small table to cup his cheek in her hand, "and wondering if we had time for another go."
He leaned into her hand for a moment then sat back with a lopsided grin on his face, "what is it humans typically take to keep their strength up?"
"Vitamins," Rose replied.
"I think I will need a lot of those," John laughed and then picking up the last of his pastry and popped it into his mouth.
Rose laughed too. It was nice to see him more relaxed and she hoped this meant that he was starting to get used to being with her. She just had to remember that despite his appearance and mannerisms he was not the man or Time Lord she had travelled with, he was a completely new life form.
As much as she loved The Doctor, she didn't want his near duplicate to always worry that she was comparing them. She hoped he would keep the familiar, the beloved traits and perhaps add his own into the mix. She truly looked forward to seeing the two merge and couldn't wait to see the end result.
She looked up at him from under her fringe, hoping to steal a glance unnoticed but he wasn't paying attention to her at all. He was slowly licking the sticky sugar from his long fingers like a cat cleaning itself after a meal. Each stroke of his tongue made her ache to put his mouth to a better use. Her throat went dry while other parts of her got very moist and she envisioned leaping across the table and tearing his clothes off.
She was about to do so when a knock came at the door, "are you decent?" her mother's voice demanded.
Swallowing hard Rose started to say "I'll get it" but found her voice was squeaky and hardly audible. She settled for gesturing at the door with one hand while the other went to her chest trying to slow her heart rate down.
Jackie scowled at her daughter, "you look ill, has he infected you, with his, I dunno, meta-whatever cooties?"
Rose shot her mother a glare and started to chide her for even thinking that, let alone saying it aloud when John called out, "hope you've had your jabs!"
He scrunched up his face and made a show of scratching his head vigorously. Then he stopped to examine his nails closely, "I think they're mutating, and highly contagious. It is a long ride back to Pete's house after all."
Jackie's eyes narrowed, "he may be a new man, but he's still the same old smarty pants isn't he?"
Rose grinned, "we'll meet you at the car," she gave her mum a quick peck on the cheek and bustled her back out of the hotel room, shutting the door behind her.