Rose looked up from her book as the Doctor stepped out of the en suit. He was dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist, and was in the midst of rubbing another towel across his head to dry his sopping hair. Rose smirked at his apparel, letting her eyes roam his lengthy body as he walked forward to sit at the end of their bed.
"You know," she mused as she watched him vigorously dry his head. "Your hair is getting pretty long."
The shook his head and glanced over to her with a raised brows, "So?"
"Well," Rose set her book down and moved to sit closer to him on her knees. "Maybe you should consider getting it cut?"
"What?!" the Doctor squeaked and stared at her like she'd uttered something completely mad.
"You should get it cut," Rose repeated, reaching out to brush aside the wet clumps of hair that dangled almost in front of his eyes. "Not really short. Just a trim, you know?"
The Doctor gaped at her before moving away a bit.
"How could you say such a thing?" He gasped. "My hair is perfect! I'm not gonna just cut it off!"
"I'm not asking you to shave your head," Rose laughed at his appalled expression. "I just think you should get it trimmed. Though, I've never seen you with short hair. Wonder how you'd look…"
"I'm not cutting my hair," the Doctor ran a hand through drying hair so that it stuck up a bit.
"Why not?" Rose scooted closer to him again.
"Because Ihappen to like my hair," the Doctor said and then grinned. "And I know you like it too."
"I'll always like your hair, no matter what length it is," Rose smiled as he leaned closer to her.
"But you especially like it right now," the Doctor growled and with a gasping laugh from Rose, he lunged at her, pushing her back against the bed. His mouth sought hers and Rose let out a moan as he worked his lips roughly against her own, his tongue teasing delving into her mouth to slide against hers. As he devoured her mouth, his hands pushed her arms up from where they had clutched his naked side toward his head.
Cheater. Rose couldn't help herself but dug her fingers into his thick hair, twisting and pulling at his locks so that he moaned. As she scraped her nails across his scalp the Doctor forced his mouth away from hers so that they could catch their breath back.
"So?" he grinned down at her. "What were you saying about my hair?"
She sighed and ruffled his damp mane, letting her fingers tug at it again. Then she smiled at him and conceded, "Yeah, you're never cutting that hair."