A/N: Hellooo :D Right, this is what this fic is going to be about:

Basically, I'm going to have each chapter be a different Ten/Rose oneshot, probably all fluff and romance lol. But they'll all be unrelated to each other, and some longer than others. So, this chapter is called 'All Her Fault' and the next one will be a different storyline not related to this one, and so on. So, I hope you enjoy! Laura x

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All Her Fault

"Baby it's cold...out...side!" the Doctor sang joyfully as he lay beneath the console repairing a few wires. "La la, la la la..." he continued nonsensically. And then he noticed them. Her feet. Right by his head. Ah. Oh dear.

"Really, Doctor?" Rose said, failing to keep the amusement out of her voice. "Should I wrap up warm, then?"

He slid himself out and stood up, folding his arms and trying to look dignified. "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."

"You were singing," she pointed out.

"No I wasn't," he denied.

"Um, yes you was," she retorted.

"Wasn't."

"Was."

"Wasn't!" he insisted, unfolding his arms and turning from her to fiddle with the console screen.

"Don't feel embarrassed, Doctor,"she began, to which the Doctor rolled his eyes. "You have a lovely voice."

His expression brightened considerably, and he turned to face her again. "Really?" he asked hopefully. He scowled at her when she burst out laughing. "Hmph," he huffed, and sat down on the jumpseat with an exaggerated sigh.

Once Rose had recovered from her hysterical laughing fit, she smiled warmly at him. "Doctor?"

"What?" he sighed.

"That's not the first time I've heard you sing," she said casually, sitting down beside him. Reflexively, he put his arm around her shoulders. Then, upon realising he was supposed to be in a strop with her, he dropped his arm. She noticed this, and laughed internally at his childishness.

"Really," he stated. He didn't want her to elaborate.

"Yep!" she cried cheerfully. "You sing to yourself all the time, when you're in here and you think I'm asleep. And don't give me that look: I told you, you have a nice voice."

"I thought you were being sarcastic. What with the bursting into giggles thing."

"No, I meant it. It was just...your face though, you looked so chuffed," she said, laughter bubbling up again. She softly stroked his cheek, then frowned at her hand when she realised what she was doing. She let it fall to rest between them, like his arm had done.

He profusely ignored this even happened. If he didn't, he feared he would pick her hand back up and put it to his cheek again. Which would've been a bit weird. Hence, he ignored it. Well. Pretended to ignore it. Yes, that would be more accurate.

She cleared her throat. "Anyway...I like it. It's nice. You always sound so relaxed. So...happy," she continued softly.

He smiled at that. "I am happy," he replied, nudging her shoulder with his. She beamed up at him and twisted to lie down. He pulled her legs up to rest on his lap, and she was about to say something when he decided to tease her a little. "And I've heard you sing, too. A lot."

Her eyes widened. "Eh?" she said.

He linked their hands together and rested them on her thigh. "You sing in the shower," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"No I don't," she lied.

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes, you really do."

"No I - " she paused then, a thought occurring to her. "- hang on, how do you know?"

He waggled his eyebrows. "I know everything."

"What do you do, lurk outside my bathroom or something?"

He grinned at her. "Would I do that?" he asked her, mock-affronted.

"Dunno. It's hard to tell with you. You're a bit weird."

The Doctor took this as a compliment. "Thanks!" he replied joyfully.

"And I don't think you really get the concept of personal space," she continued.

He laughed. "You're the one always hugging me, Rose Tyler."

She raised an eyebrow. "Firstly, you always hug me first. Or sometimes at the same time. But anyway, you love it, so you can't pin that on me," she told him, and as he heard her words he thought about how alarmingly true they were. He frowned in confusion. That wasn't supposed to happen. But it was a fact of life; hugging Rose several times a day, every day, was almost a necessity for him. In fact it was.

How odd...

"Secondly, you're the one stroking my knee right now," she pointed out next, her eyes alight with mischief. He blinked at her for a second or two, then looked down at his hand that wasn't intertwined with Rose's, and abruptly stopped it's motions. He swallowed thickly.

"Yeah. Well. Hmph," he mumbled. That wasn't supposed to happen either. Since when did he...caress his companion's knee? That was a new one.

(Just for Rose.

Not that she was special or anything.

Ok. Fine. Of course she was. Ok. But it didn't mean anything.

It didn't.

It did.

But she obviously found it odd, so he would stop.

Yes. Yes he would.)

"I don't mind, though," Rose added hastily, fearing she'd just ended all prospects of the Doctor's Displays of Affection.

(No. No he would not.

She liked it. He shall continue to touch her.

Ok. That last sentence sounded decidedly wrong. But never mind.

Fact of life.)

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards in amusement. "No?" She shook her head. "Ah, well that's alright then," he claimed, and his hand on her knee went back to its previous activity.

She bit her lip to stop herself from making a really embarrassing half-sigh, half-moan sound in contentment. She really did love it when he did stuff like this. It was almost like they were...well, like they were...no.

(A couple.

No. No, of course not.)

"All this, though...all this domestic-y stuff and hugging and hand-holding and um...knee...stroking," he paused. That sentence was a bit dodgy. But anyway, it got his point across really. And she was blushing quite adorably. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, it's your fault," he told her.

She smiled bemusedly. "Oh yeah?"

"Yep." He sighed dramatically, and appeared to contemplate something, a frown deepening on his features. "Yes, it's all your fault," he concluded.

Rose stopped smiling and frowned then. She sat up, averting her eyes from his and tugging his sleeve nervously. "What is?" she asked tentatively.

The Doctor let go of her hand and shifted so that he was facing her, her legs still sprawled across his lap; now she was basically sitting on him. He gently lifted her chin up so that he could meet her eyes. "I think you know," he murmured quietly.

Once she was looking at him properly, she couldn't tear her gaze away. He was staring into her eyes intensely, his hand leaving her chin to twirl a strand of her blonde hair, that had slipped loose from her ponytail, in his fingers.

She reached for his other hand, and placed it on her thigh. If he was surprised at her bold movement, he didn't show it. He just kept his gaze levelled with hers.

With a little more confidence, she took his hand in hers again, and moved it to her waist. He didn't even flinch. Just kept on staring.

She wasn't sure whether she should dare moving his hand elsewhere. So she left it at her waist, lifting her own hand to stroke his cheek again. "Doctor?" she prompted softly.

"It's all your fault," he repeated, softer still, seemingly reflecting on the words himself, as if he was in awe of them.

"What is?" she asked again, leaning closer to him, her eyes imploring his for answers. Then, she draws in a startled breath as he closes the gap between them to place a soft kiss to her jaw line.

"You..." He paused, and swallowed nervously. "You made me fall in love with you," he finally whispered against her neck. As she didn't pull away from his touch, he took it as a good sign and grew bolder, slipping the sleeve of her jacket down off her shoulder to press a kiss there through the thin layer of her t-shirt.

Rose went very still. "You've...you've...huh? Wh – what? Woah, you've..." she spluttered in shock. "Um..."

He smiled softly and nuzzles his nose against the point where her neck and shoulder met. "Yes," he murmured.

Rose let out a small laugh, the disbelief of it making her slightly delirious. Well. Ok. Maybe more than slightly delirious. She was positively beaming.

(This was all very couple-y. She kind of loved it. A lot.)

"Rose?" he murmured, bringing his head up near her ear, so that their cheeks brushed closely together.

She shivered and answered, "Yeah?"

He didn't answer.

His silent response was expressive. And Rose understood.

"Ohhh," she muttered, realisation dawning. She pulled back a little, turning his head to look at him properly. "I love you, too."

His next response was equally effective.

His lips descended on hers in one quick moment, and she felt him smile. And that was enough to give her a billion more butterflies and several thousand more ideas.

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Later. Much, much later...

Rose thought...well.

He could pin the blame on her for making him fall in love with her, but quite frankly my dears, she didn't give a damn. Because that was truly spectacular, and she wanted to do it again. Which, she reflected, is quite possibly down to his rather wondrous talents.

And consequently, her desire for more was all his fault.