Impression

His first meeting with her left much to be desired. He didn't even have a proper conversation to her! Not to mention the fact that they ran into each other on the street! But she'd been polite, friendly even, and she had such a nice smile. Their second meeting was slightly better. She'd drug him inside the Tyler residence with a fierceness he hadn't thought she was capable of and hadn't even blinked when he'd told her how he could feel the turn of the earth. The third meeting was by far the best, though. She'd strutted into his TARDIS without his knowledge and proved she was from another dimension. At first he thought she would demand he take her back home, but she didn't. She had calmly told him that she was supposed to be his companion. She said he wasn't going to get rid of her easily. And he believed her. He might've practically ignored her during their first two meetings, but now he couldn't. This little human girl had demanded his attention, and she got it. Oh, yes, The Doctor knew that Dahlia had made a very large impression on him.

Companion

The Doctor was scared, not that he would admit it. Right now was the perfect opportunity for Dahlia to refuse becoming his companion. She could walk away with that whimpering kid Mickey, and he would never bother her again. But he didn't want her to. He wanted to show her all the different stars and planets and species that made of the galaxy. He didn't want to let this odd little human go. It was strange, he thought, how quickly he'd become attached to her, even though she'd given him orders and scolded him like a child. She said she was brought here to fill the void where anther girl was supposed to be, yet it felt right for her to stand beside him.

It turned out his fear was irrational. Dahlia gave no thought to the boy's pleas for her to stay. She just turned on her heel and marched back to him; back to his side to be his companion.

Impressive

How? How could she not be impressed? Sure, he knew she'd know some things, but he didn't think she'd be finishing his sentences! Dahlia seemed to know everything. How was he supposed to be impressive when she already knew everything?

Green

He was not jealous. The Doctor did not get jealous, especially not over simple things like companions racing off to talk to other species. That was what he encouraged, wasn't it? Accepting of new cultures and aliens? Then why did he hate the Face of Boe for grabbing her attention so easily?

Telepathic

So she knew he was telepathic? Big deal. Nothing special about that. But then she had to go and ask for him to show her. Obviously she didn't know what that entailed! He panicked, for apparent reasons: People didn't ask that out of the blue, and dammit, that was personal! You don't just link minds with someone on a whim. Only family, close friends and lovers were allowed that privilege.

His hearts thudded in his chest. He wanted to. God, he really wanted to.

He didn't want to disappoint her, and even though her face gave nothing away, he could see her eagerness sparkling behind her eyes. The Doctor swallowed and steeled himself. Yes, he would make an exception for her.

Watermelon

Now that The Doctor thought about it, he probably shouldn't have kissed her. He'd crossed an imaginary line, invaded her space, and broken his rule all at once. He knew this and mulled it over in his mind as he continued to kiss her; he didn't regret it. Not one bit. Her mouth was small compared the others of her generation (Plumping lips with different lipsticks and tonics and chemicals- he'd never understand humans!) and her lips were soft and had a barely there pout, making him want to nibble at them. So he did.

Tilting her head for better access, The Doctor barely stopped a groan when he heard her breath hitch. He felt her cheeks radiate heat against his skin.

She wasn't kissing back, but that was all right; she seemed to be in a state of shock, judging from how rigid she was sitting. That was all right, as long as she wasn't shoving him away in disgust.

After keeping up what was the longest (and best) kiss of his long life, The Doctor decided to pull away. He swore he felt her lean toward him a fraction, but that was probably just his endorphin-addled brain playing tricks on him. He blinked his eyes back into focus and took in her expression.

He had to turn his smug smirk into a teasing grin at the last minute, because blimey . . . He did that!

Her cheeks were a deep pink, bordering on red, that spread to her ears; her pupils were blown; her mouth was puffy and dark from his abusing kiss and glistening with his saliva; her breath was coming out in soft pants.

Then she asked why he'd kissed her. He used the bribe from earlier as an excuse and she bought it easily.

When the pizza arrived, he immediately volunteered to retrieve it. He needed some space to clear his head before talking to her again. If he didn't, he'd just end up pinning her to that examination table and that wouldn't do.

As he walked down the hallway, he subconsciously licked his lips. His tongue was met with a tangy, sticky residue. Tasting it again, The Doctor smiled to himself. It was Dahlia's watermelon lip-gloss.