It had been such a good day. Truly one of the most fun, enjoyable, wonderful days that Rose Tyler had experienced in a very long while. The Doctor had taken her to a wonderfully beautiful planet that, despite much poking and prodding, they had been unable to find anything suspicious or dangerous about. The Doctor was reluctant at first, but Rose had took his hand in hers and asked if he would like to show her the sights and well, things were off from there.

Yezzale turned out to be a stunning planet, complete with sloping mountains and a warm rain that spilled on them while the Doctor was explaining the history of the natives' farming practices. Rose had smiled and nodded, pretending to be totally engrossed in his detailed accounts that he had read in some book, but her mind could hardly believe what was happening. The Doctor and Rose were spending a fun, care-free day together and she was enveloped in bliss. He had just finished his speech when he turned to face her and judge her expression, and suddenly her stomach let out a loud rumble that made her jump and chuckle at the same time. The Doctor's eyes twinkled as he tossed his head back and laughed.

"'Spose we got a bit carried away today. How about some nourishment?" Rose nodded and gave him a brilliant smile as they began strolling into the glimmering downtown. Natives wandered about looking splendid. Their light blue skin shimmered in the evening light, and Rose found herself wanting very much to shimmer like these beautiful natives. A female native caught her eye as the Doctor grabbed her hand and pulled her into what could only be a kind of pub. Rose exchanged a smile with the friendly face and her heart swelled even more with how beautiful the day had turned out.

"We need some grub!" The Doctor cheered with a good-nature smile on his face and that hint of laughter in his eye.

"Aye! Wait, are we pirates now?" She laughed and imitated the Doctor's cheer and bit her lip. The spirit between them was wonderful, and Rose found herself wishing for the hundredth time that day that they could always be like this—happy and content and high on the company of each other. Oh, she enjoyed the adventures very much, but if she was honest with herself in the dark of the night, she was also terrified of what would happen next. Rose spent many nights sleepless wondering if their next adventure was going to be the one that was just too dangerous, just a little too much, and would be their last. But days like today, where the Doctor was a carefree lad with an itch to impress his best mate, those days were just wonderful.

Delicious food on Yezzale, too. Rose was delighted to realize that the slightly yellow tinted goop that arrived in a wooden bowl with black olive-type things was actually a very delicious and fluffy pudding.

"How about drinks, then?" And just like that, the Doctor was ordering them some kind of alcoholic beverage.

"Drinks? Doctor, are you trying to get me drunk?" She grinned at him like a madwoman, hyped up from the endorphins of the day.

"Rose Tyler, you little minx! I most certainly am not. Best intentions, me." He gave her a wink as the beautiful and glowing native man set two wheat colored drinks in front of them.

"Best intentions of making me make a right fool of myself, you!" Rose tossed her head back with laughter and took a generous swallow of the drink anyway, her eyes sparkling and holding eye contact with her Doctor perhaps just a smidgen too long. The Doctor was having a wonderful time, and returned her happy smile while taking his own swallow. The liquid burned on the way down and instantly left Rose's belly swirling with that familiar warmth of a buzz. Truly happy with the effect, Rose took another generous slug.

"Whoa there, you're trying to get yourself drunk, seems to me." His eyes shone with a smile that wasn't quite reaching his big, wide lips. The warmth was spreading around her head now, and she found herself looking right at those lips. Rose pictured pulling him to her by the big ridiculous ears and snogging him senseless.

"Rose?" He was looking at her awfully seriously now, and Rose snapped her mind back to the present. "You okay, there?"

"'Course I am!" And with that, Rose popped up out of her seat and began swaying her way to the dance floor. She couldn't help it, really. It had been such a good, good day and he was being so silly with her and she was buzzing from the intoxicating beverage, and she just couldn't help but sway her hips to the low music and close her eyes. Her body twirled and spun for several minutes before she opened her eyes again, instantly finding the Doctor's eyes locked on her own. He was still sitting at the table, though his hands were clasped around his glass and he shoulders hunched as he leaned forward. Their eyes stayed connected for several moments while Rose felt a blush creep up her neck and the reality of the fact that she had just been dancing around while the Doctor apparently watched her every move. How on earth was that fair?

Capturing her tongue between her teeth and smiling in that way she suspected that he liked, Rose beckoned to him with her finger. She hooked her finger and wagged her eyebrows at him playfully until laughter reached his eyes again and he stood, striding to her with his long legs.

"Rose, I believe you're a bit smashed," His words were gentle against her cheek as he pulled her close to him, swaying their bodies gently. Oh. That was bloody brilliant. The two of them dancing so close. Rose closed her eyes and let her cheek rest against his chest while they danced.

How come they never did this? Oh, right, adventures and running and danger. The feeling of contentment swarmed over Rose quickly, and she found herself pushing her body into him even more, smashing her breasts against him and gripping her fingers tight on his collar.

"Mm? Something wrong?" The Doctor pulled his face back to scan her expression, suddenly concerned with her random grasping at him. If Rose didn't fully suspect that the Doctor was asexual and not at all interested in her, she might have let herself believe that he was enjoying their dance as much as she. But that wasn't it at all, she was sure.

"'m fine, Doctor." Rose closed her eyes again and moved her body with his.

"Think you're due for some rest, Rose. Let's get us some rooms." And with that his hand was in hers, pulling her swiftly to the door and on to the sidewalk outside. "How about a night out? Saw a hotel 'round her somewhere. Might be nice to have a night away from the TARDIS, hmm?" Rose stifled a yawn and allowed herself to be guided towards the hotel. She didn't want the day to end. It had been such a glorious day with such wonderful memories, but here it was coming to a close. Stiffening her upper lip, Rose chastised herself for getting so swept up. Of course the day would end. All of them ended, even the most terrible of days. It was something that Rose usually found comfort in. This fact that no matter how bad things got, eventually it would be a new day was something that Rose clung to when she wasn't sure where her adventures were going to lead.

"Two rooms, please!" The Doctor smiled hugely and paid the man while Rose stood wavering by his side. Maybe she was pretty sloshed, now that they were so close to a bed. She was sort of aware of the man and the Doctor chattering on about something, but soon he was pulling her hand towards a room and unlocking the door. Rose found herself wishing he had asked for just one room, because she'd like nothing more than to collapse into bed with him.

"Here you are, then." He closed the door behind them and splayed his arms out wide in front of him. "How's this?" He grinned and Rose felt a war inside herself. She wanted him so much, but he was so clueless. If he had any idea the things Rose wanted to do to him right then he would never let himself be alone in a room with her again. He had no idea what a minx she really was.

""s lovely, Doctor. Think I'll just...sleep," Rose dropped to the bed and tossed her forearm over her eyes, instantly feeling the comfort of sleep nearby. Her conscious was minutely aware that the Doctor hadn't left, though. She could feel him on the edge of sleep, hovering near her. Oh. He was tucking her in, pulling covers over her and everything.

Rose sighed contentedly and allowed her mind to sink further into the sleep when she heard the Doctor's words being mumbled surprisingly close to her face. In fact, that was her forehead he was kissing with those lips. "Sleep well, lovely girl." She felt him walking away, could feel the absence of his presence almost immediately and could hardly stop the words from tumbling from her intoxicated mouth.

"Not without you," Rose's words were slurred, but there was no denying what she had said. The Doctor froze, a little shocked, and turned on his boot. He stared at her a moment, taking in the sight. Rose Tyler knackered on a bed in a hotel was a true test of his will. No matter how much he wrestled with the idea, one thing was absolutely clear: if he were actually going to cross that line, it would not be while either of them were drunk and might regret it in the morning.

"Right, well. Goodnight then," He forced himself to tear his eyes off of her and walked to the doorway. "I'm in the adjoining room here, if you need anythin." And then he was gone, firmly closing the door that separated them.

Rose sighed loudly on the bed and fisted her hands in her hair. The man was impossible. She could feel something between them most days. In fact, if she had to wager, she'd absolutely bet that the Doctor wanted to kiss her at least three different times a day. She had no idea if he wanted anything besides a kiss, but she was sure he wanted at least that with the way that she was always noticing his eyes on her mouth when she spoke. The fact that he walked out of the room made Rose acknowledge the sinking feeling in her stomach. The one that had been afraid would appear, and had held her captive with fear all this time. She had never made a real move on the Doctor because she suspected there was the chance, no matter how small or large, that he would say no. And then he went and got her drunk, and what did he think would happen? Did he think they would just drink and then be off to bed like this? Of course she would finally have enough grit to say something to him.

The feeling was there. She had been rejected, and her eyes stung with the feeling of tears that were dangerously close to spilling over. She adored that man, had offered herself to him, and he had said no. It was one part of her worst fear, with the second being that in the morning he would whisk her back home and be done with silly, infatuated Earth girls.

Rose stood and wandered around the hotel room, bumping in to a night stand and some kind of chest before discovering what she wanted. Every hotel had a minibar, and since the Doctor was paying...

Rose pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and sniffed. The alcohol stung her eyes, and she allowed one tear to finally escape as she poured some of the drink into the paper cup. Rose downed that first sip, and quickly refilled as she realized this might be exactly how she would forget her humiliation. Taking the bottle and cup back to the bed, Rose began undressing clumsily. Her hoodie was tossed across the room and she kicked her trainers off with great effort. Another sip, and then it was off with the denim and tank top. A drunken flush began creeping up her neck as the intoxication egged her on. Left in her knickers and bra, Rose settled herself on the bed and poured another drink.

In the adjoining the room, the Doctor fights a battle. He had been thinking about Rose in a very unusual, and rather sexual, way since he met her. The Doctor had spent a lot of time thinking about her, actually, though he hadn't come to any conclusions. Relationships with humans are difficult. They are painful and end tragically and even though he has never actually had one, he can imagine the devastating feelings he would have when she eventually died. To share that with her and then have her leave him so that she could go have a normal life, even. It was all possible. She couldn't want him forever, not like he wanted her. Then again, he reasoned, heartbreak was inevitable either way. Eventually she would leave him for that normal life anyway, and he would still be broken. In fact, maybe more broken for not having known her as a lover. Or would it be worse to lose a lover? Rassilion, he had no idea. He'd never had a relationship in this body, or really in very many of his bodies at all, actually, and the whole thing left him puzzled.

Groaning in annoyance, the Doctor sat down on the bed and began removing his boots. He thought of Rose in the next room over, deliciously tipsy and offering herself to him. Until that exact moment he hadn't been sure if she held similar feelings for him. In fact, the decision to keep the two of them as mates had been mostly grounded by the idea that she probably didn't want some old man like him. Keeping that in mind was the only way he managed to continually convince himself that he was right to stay out of her bed. But tonight. Oh sweet mother of Gallifrey had it been obvious. She hadn't specifically said, 'Doctor I want you to shag me', but it had been enough to let him in on the secret. It had taken even bit of his self control to walk out of that room and keep walking into his own.

Ah, well, a good two or three hours of shut eye should give him some perspective. He could dwell and sulk on this after he had rested. The Doctor shed the rest of his clothing and laid down on the bed, his hands behind his head and the cool breeze from the window feeling wonderful on his bare chest. He thought of Rose again. He thought of her out on that dance floor, swaying around like she the only person in the room and then catching his eye and making him see that even if she felt like she was alone, she would always still remember him there. He had felt...special, when she hooked her finger and asked him to join her in dancing. It had been terrific to have her pressed that close for no other reason than they were dancing and enjoying themselves. It felt bloody brilliant to hold that beautiful creature in his arms without fear of losing her or needing to run or anything else.

As the Doctor remembered the way she had sighed in his arms and dance slowly with him, he couldn't help the gradual increase in blood in his lower region. Cursing softly, the Doctor scolded himself for allowing this to happen again. The girl had just offered herself to him and he had resisted because he was a gentleman, but then he goes and gets himself all aroused in the next room over. What a fine frackin gentleman he turned out to be.

But it was a night out, and Rose was probably nodding off in her drunken state by now, and he was all worked up anyway... The Doctor kept his hands behind his head, but let his mind wander. He imagined Rose on that dance floor again, swaying her hips and slowly unzipping her hoodie while he watched. He imagined Rose and him alone in a room, her dancing for him with that special and magnificent smile. His member twitched with that one. He thought of Rose dropping the hoodie to the side and putting her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans, tugging them down to show him those gorgeous hip bones. He thought of his beautiful Rose giving him a personal strip tease and his body suddenly coursed with fire, the breeze from the window not cool enough to ease the burning feeling that his arousal was creating.

Slowly the Doctor moved his hands from behind his head and laid them next to his hips, splaying his palms flat against the mattress. His cock twitched and jerked on its own, standing upright. He quivered and allowed his imagination to continue picturing Rose undressing on the dance floor. He saw her tossing her top to the floor and immediately pulling her breasts out over the cups of her bra. He saw those pink nipples being teased by her own hand, grinning at him watching her. Having pushed himself about as far as he could handle, the Doctor lifted his right hand to his hip and ventured toward his pulsing cock. Grasping himself firmly, the Doctor was about to pump his length when his mind was startled back to reality with a shrill noise.

The phone in his room was ringing. Puzzled, the Doctor released himself and scooted over to the side of the bed to get a good look at the number ringing. Expecting the manager or maybe the night desk clerk, his eyes popped wide open when he saw it was the room next door. Rose's room.

"Hullo?" The Doctor answered with a bit of curiosity, having no idea what to expect really. He had said he was in the other room if she needed something, but Rose never needed anything. Initially, he wondered if she was okay and adrenaline coursed through his body as he waited for her to tell him what was wrong.

"Hi there, Doctor." Rose purred into the phone. She sounded fine. In fact...she sounded odd.