A/N: I'm sorry to say that this chapter is actually based on the real life experiences of a good friend of mine, who thought it would be a good idea to attempt to sleep with her boyfriend on a rocking chair and just ended up with an injured butt. Should she ever see this, it's likely she will chainsaw my face off.

But I just couldn't help myself.

Chapter Four.

POV: Third person.

Rose Tyler was perched on the edge of a heavily padded armchair, her chin resting in her hand, her expression that of someone who had been watching someone else do something interesting for hours – which she had been, actually. For the last four hours, twenty two minutes and fifteen seconds, Rose Tyler had been watching the Doctor read. She'd been hoping he would eventually sense her boredom and suggest that they find some other way to research the aliens they were hunting. But, for those for hours, twenty two minutes and fifteen seconds, all the Doctor had done was turn pages and get up to choose new books.

She'd tried everything she could think of to get his attention. She'd sighed heavily, grumbled, 'accidentally' dropped the book she was supposed to be reading… But he'd barely even looked up at her. Now she'd basically given up. The library was silent as Rose watched the Doctor who was reading in the rocking chair – her rocking chair – and rocking back and forth slowly as he turned pages.

She was staring at him, her eyes out of focus, when she noticed the way his hips moved up just so every time he rocked forward. Eyes twinkling mischeviously now, she watched him more intently, her lips twisting up into a grin at the steady rhythm of his rocking. "Doctor…" She said, without actually looking up at him.

His only reply was to turn another page and give a quiet, "Mmm?"

"Doctor…" She said again, "I was thinking… That rocking chair could make things very easy."

"I don't follow." He said, still without looking up from his book.

"Well…" Rose said, standing up and taking a few slow steps towards him, "It's just, the rocking… The rocking could make things very easy."

This time he looked up at her, raising one eyebrow and opening his mouth as if to question her further – but then he caught on. "Rose," He said, his tone clearly scolding her. "Rose, no."

But Rose was not about to give in that easily. She took a few more steps toward him, still grinning mischeviously, and then she was standing right in front of him, her knees brushing his gently as he continued to rock. She didn't say a word as she took the book from his hands and climbed into his lap, she just continued to grin at him.

"Rose…" He said again, still clearly opposed to the entire situation.

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Doctor." And with that, she covered his mouth with hers. The kiss was frantic and needy and when she finally pulled away, both of them were breathing quickly.

"Rose," The Doctor panted, "We have work to do." But he didn't sound half as annoyed with her as he had before, and so just laughed and kissed him again and again and again, and the next time he said her name he wasn't telling her to stop.

The Doctor's lips were on her neck when Rose rolled her hips a bit wildly, rocking the chair more than she'd intended to and then, quite suddenly, the two of them fell off the chair and onto the floor with a loud thud. There was a moment where they were both quite still – and then the room was filled with the sounds of their loud laughter.

"That," Rose said as she tried to calm her laughter, "was not a good idea."

"No," Said the Doctor, who was grinning broadly. "You know what is a good idea though? Reading." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then hopped up, grabbed his book from where Rose had put it, and settled in to read some more.

Rose groaned audibly and settled in where she was lying on the floor to spend another four hours, twenty two minutes and fifteen seconds doing nothing.