AN: Prompts for this one are: "Well, what do you want to do?" in the first half, and "Here, let me fix it and "I think you're beautiful," in the second.

A camping trip had never been on Rose's list of romantic dates. However, spending time completely alone with the Doctor and sleeping in his arms under the stars couldn't be anything but. Rose relished the feeling of having his undivided attention as they cautiously explored the new facet of their relationship.

But during breakfast on their third morning on Burren, she saw his gaze dart to the TARDIS several times. He was also more fidgety than usual as he straightened up their campsite, moving things from place to place.

He's restless, she realised. Ready to go back out to the stars.

She sighed and looked across the lake at the mountains. It was beautiful here, and she was a little afraid that once they left, the quiet intimacy that had developed between them would disappear.

Then he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and the way he nuzzled into her neck calmed her concerns.

"What do you want to do today?" he murmured after kissing her shoulder.

Rose turned and linked her arms loosely behind his neck. "I was going to ask you the same thing," she said as she played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "Are you ready to leave?"

The Doctor's eyes lit up, but still, he pursed his lips and shook his head. "I thought you'd want to stay here a bit longer," he protested.

Rose smiled at him. "I wouldn't mind," she admitted. "But I want you to be happy, too—and I always love travelling with you." She tilted her head and let her tongue peek out from behind her teeth. "Come on, Doctor," she teased. "There's gotta be someplace you've been wanting to take me."

The Doctor stared down at Rose for a long moment, his hearts speeding up when he saw the love in her eyes. How did I get lucky enough to meet someone who knows me so well, and who loves travelling just as much as I do?

He leaned down and kissed her, enjoying the feeling of her lips against his while part of his mind considered various possible destinations. The universe was full of places he wanted to take Rose Tyler, but he wanted this trip to be something he knew she'd really enjoy.

The answer came to him finally, and he pulled out of the kiss with a triumphant grin on his face. "I still owe you a concert," he said, alluding to the time they'd missed seeing Ian Dury. "And I know you like to dress up in period clothes, so… Rose Tyler, how would you like to see Elvis?"

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Pink skirts swished around Rose's legs as she walked back to her room. The TARDIS had delivered, as always, and she couldn't wait to see the look on the Doctor's face when he saw her fishnet stockings and peep-toe heels.

She was in the middle of imagining the way he might spin her out, then bend her back over his arm for a kiss when she realised the TARDIS had switched corridors on her. Instead of being almost to her room, she was only a few feet away from the Doctor's.

What are you up to? she wondered, patting the roundel in the wall. The lights flashed in answer, and Rose shrugged, then knocked on the Doctor's door.

"Coming!" he called out.

Rose frowned at the strained note in his voice, then knocked again.

"Give me just… five… no maybe ten minutes, Rose!"

She stared at the door and bit her lip. When the lights flashed again, she took a deep breath and pushed it open. "Doctor?" she said hesitantly. "Did you need some help with something?"

There was a moment of silence, then he sighed loudly. "You can't laugh."

Rose raised an eyebrow and started in the direction of his voice. "I promise."

She heard shuffling on the other side of a closed door. When the door swung open, her eyes widened and she had to bite her lip to keep her promise.

The Doctor's hair, normally styled to perfection, was a disaster. Random bits were sticking straight up while other parts lay flat against his head.

His lower lip jutted out in a pout. "I wanted a Teddy boy quiff," he explained, "but I can't get it to stay up right."

Rose licked her lips. "D'you want me to fix it for you?" she offered, trying not to sound too eager. She loved running her fingers through the Doctor's gorgeous hair.

His eyes lit up. "Would you?"

She nodded. "Go out there and sit down while I look for the right styling product. Looks like you weren't using anything with a strong enough hold for a quiff," she said, glancing at the bottles and jars littering the vanity.

"Brilliant! Thank you!" The Doctor went back into his room and shook his head when he found a tall stool waiting for him in the middle of the room. You're meddling again, but I forgive you this time.

He perched on the stool, facing the door, and Rose appeared a moment later with a single tub in hand. "Here, you hold it," she said, crossing the room and handing it to him.

The Doctor dutifully took the jar and waited for his next instruction. After a brief pause, he felt Rose's fingers sink into his hair, massaging his scalp and then tugging the strands up hair upright.

Oh… blimey. He loved it when Rose touched his hair while they were kissing, but somehow, he hadn't considered how… pleasant it would be for her to style his hair for him.

She moved around to stand in front of him, and he focused on the sound her skirt made. "Nice dress," he said, touching the pink satin. "Very chic, very mod."

Rose swayed slightly so the dress would float around her. "Thanks. I like it. Still have to do my own hair, but other than that, I think I'll do."

The Doctor shook his head at the slightly self-deprecating attitude. "You're beautiful," he corrected, then watched in fascination as a blush spread across Rose's cheeks. "You'll be the prettiest woman there, by far."

Rose shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Well, let's get you taken care of first." She dipped her fingers into the open jar he held, and he watched with rapt fascination as she worked the product between her hands, warming it and making it malleable. His eyes fluttered shut as her hands moved back into his hair, working the product in from root to tip.

The Doctor took a shuddering breath, trying to control his reaction to Rose's touch. But just when he thought he had himself under control again, her fingers brushed against his temples.

He pressed his lips together, but a soft moan still escaped him. Rose paused and looked down at him, and he shuddered when he could feel her curiosity and interest.

"You like that?" she asked. Her hands moved again, leaving his temples behind, but still touching his hair.

"Love your hands in my hair," he admitted, unsurprised by how raspy his voice had gotten. "And the temple is a sensitive spot for me."

Rose hummed, and her hands kept moving, tugging lightly as she got his hair to stand up the way he wanted it to. "Hmmm… I'll have to remember that for later," she teased.

The Doctor had to swallow twice before he could say anything in response to that, and by the time lips and tongue could move independently again, Rose had pulled her hands away from his head.

"Well, there you go. Perfect, even if I do say so myself."

The Doctor reached out and put his hands on her hips, then looked up at her. "I'm sure it is," he agreed. "And how does my hairdresser want to be paid?"

The tip of Rose's tongue peeked out between her teeth as she stepped in between his legs and rested her hands on his shoulders. "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something," she drawled. "You're very clever."

He chuckled, then reached up and pushed a strand of hair back over her ear. "I am very clever." He left his hand on the back of her neck and encouraged her to bend down so he could catch her lips in a kiss. "Very clever, and very generous."