Forget Me Not

When the TARDIS takes the Doctor (that'd be the tenth, ladies and gents) and Rose to an obscure little cottage in the middle of nowhere, they are faced with a dangerous alien, as the Doctor always is, and the underlying relationship that all of us Whovians know exist between the Doctor and Rose comes into the light. It's the story that Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat would never give their fans the satisfaction of seeing- but that's what I'm here for. Allons-y!

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4. Possibilities

(Author's Note: Ahh! Comments and likes and favourites?! I've never posted anything like this before, so to get feedback so quickly and from people who aren't socially obligated to be nice to me like my family and close friends- this is awesome! Here are four more chapters because I love this experience, and I love all of you! Also, don't worry, things don't get too detailed within the next couple chapters, this is just necessary to move the story along. You guys are great! <3 )

 

When she pulled away, he opened his eyes and saw her smiling. Well, not just smiling. She was gleaming. He didn't know what to think. This wasn't supposed to happen. Yes, he loved her, but he never got involved with humans like that. It was too dangerous. One thing could lead to the next, and-  

Her lips were on his again. He pulled away this time, and Rose whispered, "You seemed to be somewhere else, Doctor. I thought I should bring you back to me."  

Oh, she brought him back, alright. She made him realize that he had never felt this way about a human girl before, and that Rose was one of a kind. He realized that if he backed away from her now that he would always wonder what would have happened if he didn't. He would always wish to be in this moment again, in the moment where Rose was all his, and he didn't have to share her with anyone or worry about her safety, or think about saving anyone or anything. At that moment, the only two people in the world were the Doctor and Rose, and he wasn't about to let that slip away.  

Rose's initial smile had faded, and she was afraid he had backed away from her. She rolled back to her half of the bed, looking at the ceiling, lying completely in top of the blankets.   

The Doctor turned to look at her. She was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. And she loved him.   

He tentatively asked, "Rose?" She turned her head to look at him. She was frowning, and her voice was flat. "What?" she asked.   

The Doctor cringed, she had never spoken an ill word to him. He crawled over to her so that his face was above hers. He looked deep into her dark brown eyes, which were alert with curiosity. He lowered his face little by little towards hers, scared at what might happen if she turned him away. He saw her eyes flutter shut, and he did the same. He hovered just above her lips. His hearts were pounding. He was thinking of pulling away, but she raised her head to seal the kiss.   

She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair. He had situated himself so that he was on top of her, not laying on her, but on his elbows and knees, an arm and leg on each side of her. She felt him moving to this position and moaned. He tried to quickly pull away, but she held him tight to her. He decided to give way to whatever was telling him to do this. He loved her. What was the worst that could happen?

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