A/N: Hiya :D Another ten/rose oneshot. If you think the Doctor is OOC here, then so be it, but just accept this as a bit of light-hearted fluffy fun. Oh, and imagine Jack is on this adventure with them, even though it's set somewhere in series 2. Please review! Love to you all xxx
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The Doctor pauses his babbling when the ceiling caves in.
"Doctor!" shrieks Rose, and his quick reactions allow him to pull her against his body and shove them both to the floor. He rolls them both over a few times as the reams of metal and plastic collapse simultaneously, falling to the floor they once occupied.
Finally, the building stops dropping its roof on them, and silence fills the room.
That's when they both notice their position. In order to protect Rose from, well, falling stuff, the Doctor had rolled her onto her back, with him landing directly on top of her.
Rose looks up at him with grateful smile, panting heavily – partly to do with the fact they just almost got injured (or worse) and partly because of their close (and rather delightful) proximity. "Thanks," she murmurs.
"No problemo!" replies the Doctor, who then grimaces slightly. "Yuck, never saying that again." He stares down at her then, matching her gaze and her relieved smile. "Hello," he whispers, grinning.
"Hello," she whispers back. She swallows thickly. "Um...not that this isn't lovely and everything, but aren't you gonna get up?" asks Rose tentatively.
He blinks. "Huh? Oh, right. Yeah. I would, but I can't," he tells her, craning his neck to look around him.
"No?" A slight shiver runs through Rose's body.
"No. There's a bit of rock and metal and stuff trapping my leg, you see."
"Oh. Right, well I suppose we'll just have to wait right here until Jack gets here to heave it off then," she replies. She tries to look irritated at the prospect, but it's not working. In truth, she's a little bit delighted that the Doctor is trapped like this, completely pressing against her body. A position she never thought they'd be in. Hence, her mischievous smile...
"Rose?" the Doctor whispers.
"Yeah?" she replies, knowing that she should really stop staring at him so intensely. But really, in such a cramped space, there's little else she can look at.
"I think you might be enjoying this," he says, smiling smugly when she blushes.
"What would give you that idea?" she replies shakily.
"Because your pulse rate's way too high right now."
"That's just the excitement," she dismisses. He raises an eyebrow. "The excitement and adrenaline and all that. You know, from running away from aliens. Not...this," she clarifies, her faces turning an even deeper shade of pink.
"Ah, ok. I see," he replies, smirking.
His breath ghosts across her lips, and there's barely two inches between them. His arms are braced on his elbows, resting either side of her. On impact with the floor, Rose's legs had parted slightly, and his legs had slid in between them, so right now, she is very aware of his hips pressing into hers.
She swallows.
Perhaps, just perhaps, amongst other things.
Although there is equal possibility that that is just his sonic screwdriver or emergency banana or something.
"Rose?" he says then.
"Yep?" she replies quickly, profusely ignoring her urge to kiss him right there and then. She's this close to losing her restraint, though...
"Sorry about this."
"That's ok. You're not that heavy." Pretend to be indifferent, pretend to be indifferent, she thinks.
"Good. And you're quite comfy, you know."
She raises an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm fat?" she questions, fighting back a giggle at the way his eyes widen in horror.
"Nonononono! No, you're not fat, I didn't mean that. I mean, you're not as thin as some -" At this, her left eyebrow joins her right, lifting to her hairline. "Nononono! Um, what I mean is, you're not all hard and bony and stuff, you're just, quite nice to lie on. Not that I want to lie on you or - "
"You don't?" she asks, not being able to resist the urge to tease him.
"No. Yes. No. Wait, I'm confused. I don't know what the right answer is."
"Well, do you like lying on me or not?"
"Um...yes. No? I haven't given it much thought, really," he replies hastily, tugging at his tie awkwardly. It's getting a bit hot in here.
"Could've fooled me," she retorts. "So, you think I'm fat and you're not sure whether you like lying on top of me or not. Learn something new every day, eh Doctor?" she says, and she's the one smirking now.
"I don't think you're fat, I didn't say that. You're just...soft. And um..."
"So basically, I'm a nice cushion," she supplies.
"Yeah, um..."
"A fat cushion," she declares, tutting as if in annoyance.
"No! No, not fat, just nice and comfy and...curvy."
Wait. Ok. Curvy? Where had that come from? He thinks that he should really just stop talking now otherwise he's going to admit something silly, like the fact that he loves her or something.
"Curvy?" she echoes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Yeah. But that's good! That's nice. Very nice. It's nice to have something to hold onto. Not that I do...or will ever...hold onto anything...erm...you know what I mean. Curvy is sexy. Not that I think you're sexy...erm…no, wait, that came out wrong; I mean, you are sexy, but not that I've been looking. Not that I wouldn't want to look, though. Not that I'm being all, um..." he stutters, aware that he is making a wondrous fool of himself right now. He's acting totally undignified. Totally un-Time-Lord-y. Totally un-him.
"Pervy?" she says, and she can't help it; a small giggle escapes her, which she tries to cover with a cough.
"Mmm," he concedes, sighing in annoyance at himself. He's now very conscious of the fact that he's a complete idiot who can't even talk properly just because he's accidently lying on top of his friend. His best friend.
Nothing more.
"So, you think I'm sexy," Rose says casually.
Something more. Lots more.
Blimey.
His eyes widen. "Weeelll..."
"Don't deny it. You said so yourself," she replies, grinning triumphantly.
"How did we get to talking about this?" He can't believe he's let himself fall into this conversation.
"Oh, you know, when you hinted about me being all fat and soft, and - "
"Don't start that again. It was meant to be a compliment! You're not fat and you're nice and toned. It's all the running we do," he replies, his face splitting into a wide grin.
She smiles back. "Yeah..."
They look at each other a few moments, the silence deafening.
"I was only joking around, you know. I was just teasing you. And you went so adorably flustered and embarrassed, trying to get yourself out of the hole you kept right on digging..." murmurs Rose eventually, breaking the silence.
He narrows his eyes at her. "There was me thinking I'd upset you."
She laughs. "Upset me? After a few tries, you finally told me wanted I've always wanted to hear!" He blinks at her. She stops laughing when she realises what she just said.
"Yeah?" he whispers.
"No," she lies, her face growing hot.
He smiles at her. "Ahhh, this is good. Now you're embarrassed again."
"No, I'm not."
"Then why are you blushing?"
"Because...is it me or is it getting hot in here?" she asks.
"No, it's not just you," he smiles gently. In actual fact, the temperature in the collapsed-in room had not remotely altered from the rather cool 12°C that it had been when they first arrived in here. But he was getting very hot under the collar right now. What with them, lying here like this, and talking about the things they were talking about. Namely, Rose's body.
"Jack should be along soon," Rose mutters conversationally.
He can't help but hope that there was a hint of disappointment he heard in her voice just then.
"Hmmm," he replies, his eyes not leaving hers.
Then, he notices her eyes dip to look at his lips. This makes him smile, quite absurdly happily.
After a while of just looking at her, contemplating, he decides to take action. He might as well. He's bored with waiting and Rose is here, lying underneath him, and they've nothing else to do. And she can't exactly pull away. Perfect opportunity.
"Rose?" he asks again.
"What now?" she sighs, dragging her eyes from his lips abruptly. She hadn't realised her gaze had slipped until he spoke.
"I'm a curious person. You know that."
"Yeah...and?"
"I like to theorise and, you know, do little experiments - discover what something's like by actually experiencing it."
"Mmhmm...?"
"And...weeellll, there's something I've been wanting to experience for quite a while now."
"Yeah?" she replies, confused.
"Mmmm."
"What's that then?" she asks curiously.
"I don't know if I should tell you," he murmurs quietly.
"Oh come on, you can't say all that and then not tell me wha - " she tries to say, but he cuts off her sentence.
With a great, big, passionate snog.
Rose responds to his kiss instantly, but then after several long moments, she pushes her hands against his chest and he reluctantly pulls away. And now he feels a bit silly. Weeelll, alright. Very silly. Weeelll, very, very extremely silly. He'd thought...oh dear, he'd thought she'd want him to kiss her. And now it turns out she didn't. Doesn't. Uh-oh. He's possibly just ruined their friendship forever now. He's not very good at this sort of thing. Didn't really know the best way to go about telling her how he felt. He'd just gone for it. Oh, why had this had to happen today? Why had the building collapsed and made him throw himself on top of Rose? Why? He's perfectly capable of resisting the urge to kiss her when he is standing next to her, but lying on top of her is another story. Evidently.
And now he has a problem. Because she pushed him away. But he still wants to kiss her.
He meets her shocked eyes and sets his jaw firmly. "Sorry, Rose. That was...stupid. I'm sorry. Can you forget that ever happened?"
She's breathing heavily and it takes her a moment to understand what he's saying. "Um...right. Right. It's just, I don't think I can," she tells him, her mind replaying his kiss over and over again.
He looks dejected. "Have I..." he swallows nervously. "Have I ruined things?"
Her brow furrows in confusion. "How?"
"Weeelll, by...um...kissing you; has that ruined everything? Are you going to..."
"To what?" she asks, her heart stammering.
"To leave?"
She gasps. "Do you want me to leave?" she asks worriedly.
"Nononono, I was just asking if you wanted to. I don't want you to go. That's my point."
"What?"
"Like I said, just forget it ever happened. We can just, you know. Go on as normal."
"What if I don't want to go on as normal?" she asks tentatively. "What if, for example, I want you to kiss me again?"
He blinks at her. "What?"
"Would you?"
He swallows thickly. "Well, yes. But...you...do you...um..."
Rose rolls her eyes at him and thrusts her hands into his hair, pushing her lips to his once more. She sees his eyes widen, but nevertheless he responds enthusiastically, his hands coming up to frame her face as he deepens the kiss. Things get decidedly more heated, and the Doctor really wishes, despite Rose being quite comfy for him to lie on top of, that she was resting on something more comfortable. Like a bed. His bed. Her bed. Any bed, really. He's not fussy. Even the sofa in the library would do.
Maybe even the kitchen table.
(Ok, so that might not seem very comfortable, but he's sure he'll be able to make it work. He just wants to be able to get into a better position for what he wants to do. And for that, even a kitchen table would be better than this... anywhere but trapped amongst bricks and metal and dust, where right now he's unable to touch her properly.)
He shifts above her, pressing her into the floor, eliciting appreciative moans from deep in both their throats that are muffled thanks to their thorough exploration of their corresponding mouths. Her hands slip from his hair down to his back, and she wishes she could feel him skin-on-skin. Nonetheless, he gasps into her mouth when she rakes her nails down his back, sensing it even through his jacket and shirt.
The Doctor's hands manage to find his way down to her legs, and gripping beneath the knees, he yanks her legs up to wrap around him. He pulls back from her lips to assault her neck, and she tilts her head back to give him more tantalising access. Rose responds by untucking his shirt and slipping her hand underneath and running it over his chest, desperate to touch as much of him as she can before the spell is broken.
And then, it happens. The spell breaks.
"Honestly, I leave you two alone for five minutes..." comes a voice from above them. Jack's voice.
Ah. Oops.
Rose unhooks her legs and puts them back to the floor hastily, and the Doctor leans on his elbows and looks up, hovering over her instead of pressing against her. He clears his throat to speak, but Jack continues, bending down to them and whispering, "...And you start without me." He grins at the scowl the Doctor gives him, and the blush that spreads over Rose's face. "Now, do you want me to lift up that rock thing that's trapping your leg, Doctor, or do you want to stay where you are? Or rather, do you need to stay where you are?"
The Doctor hesitates, and Jacks smirks. Rose rolls her eyes. "Please Jack, just get the thing off."
"The rock or the Doctor?" asks Jack innocently.
"Both," she answers, and the Doctor frowns in indignation.
"Has he been taking advantage of the situation, Rose?" Jack questions while lifting off the rock.
"Yes," she says, and giggles as the Doctor's frown deepens.
"You seemed to be enjoying it from where I was laying," the Time Lord insists, hauling himself up and holding a hand out for Rose.
She grabs it, and he pulls her up. "You said it was an experiment, right?"
"Um...yeah?" replies the Doctor, confused.
"Kinky," murmurs Jack.
"Well, you have to conduct repeats of experiments, right? To make sure they are accurate and everything. With and without different variables and such. In different environments. Consequently," she pauses, looking the Doctor in the eye. "We'll have to do that again. Without clothes. In my bedroom. Only to check if I enjoyed it or not, of course."
He swallows thickly. "That's a very intelligent suggestion. Very logical. I like it," he replies.
"Yeah, well, I know you like it when I'm logical," she grins mischievously, and the Doctor's eyebrows shoot up.
He shrugs. "Suppose I do," he says, trying to sound indifferent; but the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement.
"Right, I'm going to...erm...go do something. That doesn't involve watching you two making such enticing promises," announces Jack.
"I'd have thought you'd have liked that, Jack," smirks the Doctor.
"You gonna let me join you?" retorts Jack, and the Doctor's smile drops off his face. "Thought not. Ergo...I have to leave. Too tempting. I'll...see you back at the TARDIS in about five hours, ok?" Jack adds, rushing past them and out of the door.
"Bless," smiles Rose.
"Mmm."
"So...do we have to go and search for the Kestrali general now?" says Rose, disappointment flooding through her when she realises what they're meant to be doing.
"What?" he asks, puzzled, conveniently forgetting all thoughts other than I just kissed Rose...and she wants to do it again...rose...kiss...kissrose...doitagaindoitagaindoitagain...
"Well, that was what we were planning to do today, before the room crashed down around us. We've got a mystery to solve, remember?"
"Oh," he sighs. "Oh, right. Yeah." Trust her to remember that. She always has to keep him focussed, doesn't she?
How unfortunate.
"Come on then. Sooner we get this done and dusted, the sooner we can get back to our experimentation," she replies, throwing in a wink.
His demeanour brightens immediately. "Yes, good point. Excellent point. Brilliant, in fact! I love it when you make brilliant points, Rose Tyler!" he smiles, grasping her hand. He makes to move, but she doesn't follow him, so he steps back again. "Rose?"
She's standing very still and watching him curiously.
"Rose? What's up?"
Her brow furrows as if she's remembering something, or perhaps searching for a memory.
"Rose? Are you having an epiphany?" he asks cheekily. "Are you about to make another brilliant point?"
"You've never said that word before."
"What word?" he asks bemusedly. "Brilliant? I say brilliant all the time!"
"Love. Like, in relation to me. And you. And...me...um..."
"What?" he says, his expression abruptly changing and doing a good impression of shell-shock as he thinks over his previous sentences.
"You just said, 'I love it when you make brilliant points,'" she reminds him.
He gulps. "So?"
She looks at him long and hard for a moment, then shakes her head. "Never mind."
"No, wait, what is it?" he asks, stopping her when she starts to walk away.
"Nothing, I'm just being silly," she insists, laughing lightly.
"Oh. Right," he accepts. But he doesn't look like he believes her.
She coughs awkwardly. "Anyway...alons-y?"
"Alons-y," he agrees. "But first," he adds, pulling her back again. "I love it when you say that, too."
Her breath catches. "What's that?"
"Alons-y," he answers. "And while we are the topic of things I love to hear you say," he goes on, linking his arm with hers and leading her down the corridor. "I think 'Doctor' is pretty high on the list. Along with 'you daft alien' which for some weird reason you say quite often, can't see why, but yeah. I kind of love it. And then there are the times you say something like 'chocolate' or 'deducting' and you pronounce the word really...um...deliciously."
She raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Oh yeah, and that!" he enthuses. "You say 'seriously' with this teasing, kind of dubious tone of voice, which is great. And when you look at me as if you don't believe me, or when you're frustrated, and you say 'Oh, come on,'" he grins.
"Riiight..." she replies, very, very confused as to why he is suddenly so fascinated with the way she speaks.
"And that! I sort of love the way you go along with what I'm saying with a word like 'right,' but then as you say it you sound so adorably confused that I really have to resist the urge to..." he trails off when he realises what he's saying, and clears his throat.
Her breath catches. "To what?" she whispers.
"And I love it when you stand up for someone against aliens or whatever that you should be scared of but aren't, because what they're doing is wrong and you don't agree with that and so feel you should stop it," he continues hurriedly, avoiding finishing his previous sentence. "And I love you when you stop to notice the smaller, but often more beautiful things about places, like when we visited Corara – hang on, Rose, you're staring at me," he pauses, taking in her odd gaze and the way she's clutching his arm in a death grip.
It's then that he replays his words, wondering what he's said now, and notices his slip-up.
'And I love you when you stop to notice...'
Oh dear. Really should have focused on those words before they came out my mouth.
She's still staring at me.
Uh-oh, he thinks.
He tugs his ear nervously. "Rose?"
"Did you mean to say that?" she murmurs.
"No," he admits. Then he sees her hurt expression and realises that that came out wrong. "What I mean is, it was by accident. I didn't mean for you to hear that, but...er...but..." he pauses and takes in a deep breath. "But it's true. You must've known that before. It's a bit impossible for me to love everything about you and everything you do without loving you, after all, seeing as really, that is you, and um..." he answers, rambling only ever so slightly.
She looks away, smiling shyly.
"Rose?"
She glances back up at him, and makes a spontaneous decision. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him soundly, making him stumble back in surprise.
"The Kestrali General can wait five minutes," he mumbles against her lips when she pulls back a millimetre.
"Five minutes? That's a bit ambitious, Doctor," she giggles, grinning cheekily.
...
So there we are.
Suffice to say, they left Jack to solve the mystery, and didn't come out of the TARDIS for several hours. They got too comfy on that bed of his, and to be honest, couldn't be bothered to do anything but each other for a very long time.