A/N: Spoilers for Moulin Rouge, in case you haven't seen it. And if you haven't seen it, you should! It's fantastic :) Even the Doctor thinks so, if it means he can cuddle up to Rose whilst watching it during their movie night on the TARDIS x

Movie Night

~x~

"Movie night!" Rose announced, dashing into the console room excitedly.

The Doctor smiled widely at her as he came up from his repairing position beneath the grating. "Dunno how I can even call this my ship anymore – you seem to be making all the decisions lately."

She shrugged, beaming down at him. "Firstly, you love it, and secondly, it's not my fault that you've turned into a submissive little housewife."

"Oi! No, no, no, firstly, we're not even married, and secondly, I'd never be a housewife, don't be so domestic!"

Rose rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Anyway! Film's in the DVD player. Popcorn's in the bowl. Wine's in the glasses."

"You trying to get me drunk, Rose Tyler?"

"According to you, 'Time Lords can't get drunk,' so why would I even try?"

Her eyes sparkled and he couldn't help but grin at her. She was looking lovely this evening – well, she always did. But tonight, she was already showered and ready for bed in her comfy pyjamas, her hair wavy and shining having dried naturally, her face free of makeup but emanating a healthy glow and showcasing a beautiful smile.

She coughed significantly and he promptly realised he was staring silently at her.

Rose hid her smile. She felt all warm inside knowing that even when she'd put little to no effort in her appearance, he still looked at her like...well, like she was worth looking at, she supposed. She'd never felt like that until she'd met him.

He never ever said anything, but he knew his eyes gave him away every time. Even knowing that it made him reveal things, though, he couldn't stop his eyes lingering on her every time she entered or left a room, every time she spoke, every time she...well, every time she was there, actually. It was a bit of an addiction; an addiction he didn't ever want cured.

"So, are you coming?" she asked, cutting through his thoughts.

"Course I am. Just give me a moment to, um, calibrate the...gravitational thrusters. You go ahead."

Rose was pretty sure he was making things up recently, just to get her to leave the room first. But she never asked him. And she secretly felt flattered when she'd sneak a look back at him over her shoulder and catch him staring at her bottom as she exited the room.

"Alright then. But don't be long!" she added, playfully wagging her finger at him.

The Doctor made a point of rolling his eyes, sighing exasperatedly, "Yes, dear."

-x-

Two minutes later, and the Doctor was flopping down next to Rose on the sofa in the TV room. "So! What're we watching? The Lion King?" he asked enthusiastically.

Rose giggled and assumed her usual position of snuggling into his side. "We watched that on Tuesday."

He tutted at her like she should know better while he extended his arm around her shoulder to subtly tug her closer. "There's The Lion King Two, too," he informed her wisely. "And number three!"

"Yes, but we saw those last month. The film we're watching tonight we haven't watched before. Not together, anyway."

His expression softened dramatically. He wanted to do things he'd never done with Rose Tyler all the time.

(No, not like that, you pervert.)

(Oh alright, a bit like that. But only sometimes. Occasionally. On lonely, lonely nights...)

He could be a soppy git sometimes.

"Okay then. So what is it?"

Rose muttered something unintelligible and clicked 'play.'

The Doctor stared at the screen as music blared from the surround sound.

"Moulin Rouge," he said flatly. He shook his head. "Moulin bloody Rouge."

"What?" she retorted defensively.

"Romantic drivel," he proclaimed with a haughty sniff.

"If I have to sit through Disney film after Disney film, you can put up with one tragic romance."

"You're the one who always picks the Disney films!" he protested.

"Only 'cos I know you love them so much!"

"Oh," he murmured, touched. Then he frowned. "But...but you like them too, don't you? I thought you did - "

"I do," she reassured him. "Anyway, this has got loads of songs in it, just like Disney films have. You'll like it, I bet."

"Really?" he asked dubiously. "But will they be at the standard of Disney songs? Because Disney songs are probably the most fantastic songs of all time - "

"Oh, just shut up and watch it," she said, patting his knee fondly.

"Alright," he grumbled. But he wasn't remotely grumpy really. He got to spend the next couple of hours cuddled up with Rose – he had absolutely nothing to complain about.

He eyed the popcorn hungrily. She made him nibbles; she watched Disney films to make him happy; she cuddled him...she was definitely for keeps.

She'd also left her hand on his knee, and was now drawing random circles on his leg with her fingertip. She didn't even look like she realised she was doing it.

He grinned to himself. Definitely definitely for keeps.

-x-

Later, the Doctor and Rose were weepy messes.

"But he loved her so much!" she cried, hiccupping.

"And then she died," he added sombrely, tears in his own eyes. "And he was left on his own again."

Rose rolled slightly so she could wrap an arm around the Doctor in a loose hug. She got his shirt wet with tears but he didn't care, just pulled her tightly to him and squeezed, pressing a comforting kiss to the top of her head. "Thought this was your favourite film, and here you are crying like you didn't know what was going to happen," he murmured, his voice rough.

She sniffed and lifted her head. "Just 'cos I know what's going to happen, doesn't make it any less sad."

"No," he agreed, a lump in his throat. He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear tenderly. "No, I don't suppose it does."

-x-

Even though it made her cry, and even though seeing her upset made him upset, they watched the film together countless times from then on. Mainly because, after the second viewing, the Doctor had memorised all the song lyrics, and they both liked to sing along.

One particular evening, and feeling particularly theatrical, the Doctor and Rose were standing on the sofa bellowing out the Elephant Love Medley. They were hardly Ewan and Nicole, but he thought they were rather good all the same.

"We could steal time...just for one day!" he sang, or rather, tried to sing; but by this point in the song they were always in the midst of hysterical laughter, so it was a bit difficult to stay in tune.

Rose often got very daring during their performances, jumping up on the sofa and spreading her arms theatrically. "We could be heroes...forever and ever!"

This time, though, after doing a bit of a twirl as she sang her line, she lost her balance and started to fall. His arms caught her around the waist before she could tumble off the sofa to the ground, but gravity sent them crashing down onto the sofa on top of one another, giggling helplessly.

Rose pushed herself up on her elbows, resting them on his chest, and stared down at him beneath her. They let the song continue on without them.

"Well this is new," she grinned, arching a teasing eyebrow. "Nice, though."

Arms still around her, it was easy to let his fingertips tickle her lower spine. "Cheeky," he admonished playfully.

They watched one another silently for a moment, neither moving at all.

"There were so many reasons their love was doomed," Rose said suddenly, breaking the deliciously tense staring contest. "But they still did everything they could to be able to be with each other. He could barely keep his hands off her but he had to, 'cos of their secret affair, so that the others didn't find out. And when he thought of her being with someone else..." she trailed off.

"Powerful thing, jealousy," the Doctor commented casually. "Can completely eat you up inside."

"You ever felt like that?" she asked him softly.

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Fishing for compliments?" he teased her gently.

She raised her eyebrows. "No! Just meant...hang on." She paused. "Are you saying...?"

"That even though you deserve every happiness someone could give you, that even though I have no right to cling onto you if you found someone else, I can't bear the thought of ever losing you?" he finished for her. He breathed out shakily, hardly believing he'd just admitted to it. "Yeah."

Rose swallowed thickly. She wasn't sure whether to make him elaborate on why that was, exactly, or brush the comment off with a flirty but essentially innocent remark, like she'd done with so many other moments they'd had like this.

She remained silent as she thought things over, then noticed he was frowning.

"You're wondering how to reply to that, aren't you," he said softly. "Sorry, just...ignore it, if you want. I shouldn't have said that."

"But it's true?" she checked.

"Well, yes. But like I said, if it's made you uncomfortable, just pretend I didn't say it."

"You've got nothing to worry about," she replied, shaking her head.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm staying put. Never going to leave."

"What, you're staying right there, lying on top of me forever?" He grinned.

She giggled and shrugged casually. "If you want."

"Want and need...two very conflicting things, you see, because while I might want you to stay exactly where you are, sooner or later one of us is going to get hungry, and I can't reach the nibbles from here," he smiled.

Rose smiled back naughtily. "Hope you're talking literally and not euphemistically."

His eyes widened. "Of course! Cheeky minx."

"Well then, I guess you'll just have to improvise."

The Doctor chuckled warmly. "Well alright then. Anything's better than letting you go off to lie on top of someone else."

"Naked," Rose added, grinning widely when he looked momentarily horror-struck at the thought. Then a smirk crept onto his face and she knew exactly what he was going to say next.

"Shame we didn't re-enact the next bit of the film," he teased.

"Shame they don't actually get naked in the film," Rose retorted.

The Doctor groaned. "Oh don't tell me you fancy Ewan McGregor now as well!"

"What do you mean 'as well?'" she laughed.

"As well as all the other pretty boys you fancy," he huffed.

"Oooh, starting to see the jealous streak coming out yet again."

He retaliated to this by tickling her until she started giggling and squirming around above him so much that he abruptly realised he ought to cease tickling her in case her wriggling movement provoked an untimely response somewhere south of his midsection.

"Rose," he murmured.

"Mmm?"

"You know you said you're staying here forever?"

"Yeah?"

"What if you don't?" his voice cracked a little and he cleared his throat sharply.

"We're not in that film. I'm not going to get T.B or whatever and die, alright?"

"No, but you could get ill or hurt some other way. And then I might lose you. What if - "

"Shut up, Doctor. Don't think about all that. You said I could stay for the rest of my life and that's what I intend to do, whether that's two years or twenty or two hundred, alright?"

He relaxed into a smile. "Alright."

"Good." She started to shift off him.

He stopped her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist again to keep her firmly where she was. "Oi, where you off to?" he asked.

Rose didn't answer, but she was delighted that he'd stopped her moving off of him. They went back to staring at each other in silence. She could feel his hearts beating wildly in his chest. He could see her chest heaving as she breathed in rapidly. And then, almost exactly in synch, they both tilted their heads and kissed each other chastely on the lips. Then pulled back instantly and stared at each other again. The Doctor's lips quirked upwards. Rose let out a small giggle. And then they went in for another.

This time wasn't quite so chaste.