fic 004.
Doctor Who | Venus And Mars, Ten/Rose, Adult
The Doctor and Rose visit the galaxy's largest museum and the Doctor is a bit, okay a lot of a tease. (Established relationship.)
“You went with the red knickers today, then, hmm?” His voice was husky in her ear and he had to hold her tighter as her knees weakened a bit, a soft moan drifting from her lips., complete, 2,762 words
Rose had gone most of the day sure with the knowledge that the Doctor had every intention of getting under her skirt the moment they got back to the TARDIS.
He had been making eyes at her since breakfast, big ever-darkening brown eyes that always made her shiver even in the warmth of the sun and her words trip over her bottom lip on their way out of her mouth.
It was difficult, sometimes, to effectively tease Rose and not give in to his desires too soon. He often spotted too many snug places he could pull her into for a quick snog, too many tabletops to perch her on or bend her over. But he so enjoyed making her breathless, having her squirming in her seat while he had a nice chat with whoever happened to be available to unknowingly participate in her torture.
Today found them in The Grand Museum. Rose had first scrunched up her face at the suggestion of wasting a perfectly good Sunday, a day that felt like a Sunday anyhow, walking through a dusty old museum until the Doctor told her it was actually a whole planet that held every major piece of art in the galaxy.
“Oh, well. That sounds much more exciting, then.” Rose had jumped up from the galley table and didn't even try to stop her nightshirt from shifting and leaving her legs bare, a bit of her bottom peeking out from under the hem. She turned towards the door with a wink in the direction of the Doctor who might as well have been salivating all over himself. “I'll go change.”
His voice stopped her before she could leave. “You'll want to wear a skirt.” His voice had that low, throaty tone that made her muscles ache and her stomach fall upwards into her chest.
She turned, amused puzzlement written on her face. “Why's that?”
He just shook his head and popped her leftover toast crust in his mouth. “A skirt, Rose.” He spoke while chewing and wiping crumbs from his trousers.
She smiled and bit her lip, pulling at the bottom of her shirt and bending at the knees. “You like my legs, do ya Doctor?”
Part of him wanted to throw the whole day out of the, metaphorical, window and rush Rose to her bedroom or his, he wasn't feeling particularly picky. He did like her legs, loved them in fact, preferred them wrapped around his waist or slung over his shoulders on most days when they weren't busy helping her run away from danger. But he hadn't visited The Grand Museum in ages and he so wanted to take Rose there, he'd been planning it for a while. Plus he'd decided he was to going to have quite a bit of fun teasing Rose until they made it home, so he couldn't give in before he'd even started.
He stood, and walked to Rose, letting one hand run down her side and one thumb trace just beneath the cotton of her shirt, back and forth across her bare thigh. Rose sighed and leaned closer for a kiss, which he ached to give but instead reached around and gave her bottom a quick tap.
“Oi!” Rose squealed, laughing and pushing him away.
“Dressed, skirt. Hurry!” And he watched her run in bare feet down the hall, his veins full of energy and lust.
Later, they walked through the halls hand in hand like any other posh couple having a nice Sunday stroll through the art displays. Rose had never been one for visiting galleries but the place was breathtaking, it's long rooms seemingly endless and each piece more amazing than the last. All the walls were painted seashell white and it seemed like there wasn't a spot of dirt on the whole planet. Above, the glass ceiling let in natural light that seemed to shine on each painting at once, the sky above a deep blue with a light swirling of clouds that looked like a masterpiece itself.
Rose stood admiring a painting of two nude people, one woman and man laying next to each other while the man slept. She stepped forward to read the information place card but the Doctor stepped behind her before she could read the first word.
"That's Venus and Mars." Rose jumped at the Doctor's warm breath on her neck, his whisper rumbling in her ear. She looked from the painting to the Doctor behind her, but he was quick, and at her side with a smile and a bounce on his heels.
Rose nodded, and tried to pretend just having him so near wasn't enough to send her legs turning to jelly, and wrapped both her arms around one of his. "Tell me about it."
He grinned down at her, and she had to lean against him to keep from melting to the floor.
"Mars, god of war, was one of the lovers of Venus, goddess of love. See, Mars is asleep and unarmed, while Venus is awake and alert. The meaning of the picture is that love conquers war, or love conquers all." The Doctor always spoke so eloquently about such things, Rose found it hard not to lose herself in his words.
She nodded, tilting her head at the painting and wound up resting it on the Doctor's shoulder. "It's lovely."
The Doctor took her at the waist and pulled her around so she stood in front of him, hands on his chest, staring up into his eyes. "Mars is sleeping the 'little death' which comes after making love, and not even a trumpet in his ear will wake him." He smiled slow and teasing, faint lines around his mouth tightening and Rose swallowed, her fingers gripping the firm fabric of his coat lapels without meaning to.
His leg came to slide between hers then and she gasped, looking back and forth to see if anyone was watching and then suddenly not caring just as quick when she felt him press his thigh up just there. Her head swum, eyelids fluttering to a close and she had to hold on to his coat tighter when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, stubble rough and exciting on her lips.
“Come, then. Lots more to see!” He said into her mouth, and pulled her along before she could protest.
The museum was splendid, better than he remembered although that could be explained by his current company. They marveled over alien artists and intricate sculptures of humans and other beings alike. He watched, charmed, while Rose faked a deep discussion about post-modern surrealism on the planet Shadonia with a native Shadonian who seemed to know just as little about the subject.
Rose waved her new friend goodbye and giggled at the Doctor as he sauntered over to her. “What a laugh! I think he was really convinced I knew my stuff.”
“No doubt!” He took her hand and was pleased to feel a slight shudder snake down her arm. “I think it's time for tea, wouldn't you say?”
At the outdoor cafe adjacent to the museum, the Doctor became distracted with an electronic trivia game about the works of art they hosted, and only looked up from his impressive winning streak of a hundred and twenty percent correct when he noticed the wind drift under Rose's skirt from the corner of his view. He saw a flash of pale thigh running down from red knickers and he raised an eyebrow before dashing over to where she stood ordering their food.
He enveloped her from behind, arms around her middle and chin planted firmly in the crook of her neck as she yelped with surprise. “Do they have lime jam? I'm just mad for the stuff.” His nose sniffed in the direction of the display and his hips pressed closer to her backside.
“Um, I think so.” Rose coughed, and the Doctor caught her slight stuttering. “The hubby just loves his sweet lime jam, can't get him off the stuff.” She said with a smile to the many tentacled vendor, each tentacle doing a different job. They'd both learned it was much safer to pretend to be married at certain times of physical closeness, not knowing the varied extreme laws each planet tended to impose.
“Mmm, that's right, love. You know me so well.” The Doctor pushed his nose into Rose's neck, smelling her clean, bare skin and, a tone he was keen to note, a tinge of her excitement within her chemistry.
“You went with the red knickers today, then, hmm?” His voice was husky in her ear and he had to hold her tighter as her knees weakened a bit, a soft moan drifting from her lips.
The Doctor grinned against her neck and took a quick nip at her skin. “Those'll be off soon enough.” And he pulled away just quick enough to grab the tray of food Rose was sure to drop if he wasn't faster. “Come on, muffin, I'll lead the way.”
At the table Rose smirked and crossed her legs, the breeze sending bits of her hair into her face. “Muffin?”
The Doctor shrugged and poured milk into his tea. “Seemed appropriate.”
Rose rolled her eyes but stared at the Doctor from beneath her dark lashes for a second, her cheeks a deeper tint than before as she reached for a scone from the tray.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the cool weather and the surprisingly good scones. The Doctor tended to fuss over the texture of his scones, they shouldn't be too dense but they shouldn't be too soft, either. He could get quite fussy over the whole thing.
The Doctor brought his cup to his mouth for a sip and almost choked on his Earl Grey at the firm slide of Rose's bare foot up his trouser leg. He looked over at her to find she was feigning ignorance, biting into her jam covered scone and avoiding his gaze even as her toes wiggled against his inner thigh.
His mouth went a bit dry and he was glad for the tea, which he downed quickly in three large gulps. He set his cup down and wiped his mouth before resting his forearms on the table and leaning towards Rose.
“Why, Rose Tyler. Are you trying to make me hard?” He whispered, catching her eye and grinning.
She grinned right back around her mouth of pastry, and licked her lips slowly, skilled tongue delving into the corners of her mouth to collect the bit of jam left there. “Possibly.” Rose was ready to give extremely as good as she got.
The Doctor's eyes shined with mischief as he let one hand drift under the table to find Rose's foot and let his fingertips dance across the arch. Her deep intake of breath spurred him on, pushed his palm down her slim ankle, to trail up the smoothness of her calf and stop at the back of her knee, stroking the soft, sensitive skin there.
He watched Rose swallow the last bit of her scone, and close her eyes at his digits tickling her leg. The Doctor reached forward and grasped her wrist, bringing her fingers to his mouth so he could lick her lime flavored skin. He could taste her chemistry, and how bad she wanted him, and he couldn't help but let his mouth suck on one finger in earnest, cleaning off the sticky jam and letting Rose's flavor wash over his tongue. The Doctor, who had dined on the most delectable, divine dishes available in the galaxy, was quite positive there was nothing so decadent as one Miss Rose Tyler.
“Doctor...” Rose breathed, opening her eyes but still keeping them at a half mast, her teeth biting at her lip in frustration while she watched him suck on her fingers.
“Mmm.” The Doctor hummed around her pinkie, and gave the tip one quick bite before he let go of her wrist and licked his lips. “Even better than sweet lime jam. I think it's time to go back to browsing. I'll take this to the bin.”
He left Rose to cool off at the table while he held the tray strategically in front of him on the way to the trash.
Rose spent the next hour hanging onto the Doctor's arm, digging her chin into his shoulder and letting her breath ghost across his neck. She'd had enough of his playing hard to get for the day, and she really wasn't interested in seeing any more art. It was all starting to become one big blur anyhow.
Walking past one painting, Rose glanced at it quickly before walking by. She had to stop and pull the Doctor back, however, when she saw what it portrayed.
She gasped and pointed to it, too shocked to speak. “That's, that's!”
The Doctor looked over at the place card and chuckled. “It's a painting by the shock Hijinxian artist, Amsel. It's a psychic painting, Rose, it shows you a picture of whatever you were thinking about when you first looked at it.” The Doctor looked at Rose's red cheeked face and grinned. “And what were you thinking about, then?”
Rose shook her head and pulled at the Doctor's arm. “Come on, let's go.”
The Doctor nuzzled his face into Rose's neck and kissed her there, so softly Rose could have sworn he hadn't touched her at all. “If you tell me, I'll take you home. We can go to bed.” His voice was deep and full of promise, such delicious promise that Rose couldn't resist.
Rose swallowed and gaped at the painting for a second before answering. “It's, it's um. It's of us.”
“What are we doing?” Another kiss, this time underneath her earlobe.
Rose sighed, eyes drifting almost completely closed. People walked past without really looking at them, the works of priceless art apparently more entrancing than just another couple showing public displays of affection.
“We're... We're, um.”
“Are we fucking?” A bite this time, to her collarbone. Rose could only nod. “Where?”
Rose leaned closer to the Doctor, unsteady on her feet as he sucked hard and nibbled softly on the oh too sensitive flesh above her pulse. “A-against that wall.”
He chuckled against her throat, his tongue a heated burn across her skin. “That wall over there? Are people watching?”
“Mmmhmm.” Rose gripped both of the Doctor's shoulders tightly and he let his hands snake their way over her hips to bring her pressed close to the front of him. She could feel him, hard against her stomach, and she was all too ready to turn the painting into reality if it came to it.
“There's velvet ropes around us.”
Another chuckle, his hands on her satin skirt covered bum. “Are we a work of art, Rose?”
Rose nodded. “Love conquers war.” She squeaked against his cheek, as he slid the rough, stubble covered skin across her face.
Her looked down at her and she thought she'd never seen his eyes so dark, so serious. The brown of them seemed endless, pulling her in like a whirlpool she was more than happy to fall into. “Love conquers all.” He spoke against her mouth before claiming it with his own, in the middle of the hall. His lips firmly tugging her own, his tongue a hot slide across hers and Rose moaned, gasped into his mouth as they shared a breath.
“Take me home.” Rose practically begged, running a hand down the Doctor's neck and making him shiver. “Take me to bed.”
The Doctor kissed Rose's temple and pulled her hand to his mouth for another press of his lips to her palm. “I'll be Mars.”
Rose grinned, pulling his hand down to grasp between her own. “I'll be Venus.”
They ran, hand in hand, through the halls towards the TARDIS. The Doctor managed to keep his promise, though, and pulled off Rose's knickers in the elevator ride on the way there.
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The Doctor and Rose visit the galaxy's largest museum and the Doctor is a bit, okay a lot of a tease. (Established relationship.)
“You went with the red knickers today, then, hmm?” His voice was husky in her ear and he had to hold her tighter as her knees weakened a bit, a soft moan drifting from her lips., complete, 2,762 words
Rose had gone most of the day sure with the knowledge that the Doctor had every intention of getting under her skirt the moment they got back to the TARDIS.
He had been making eyes at her since breakfast, big ever-darkening brown eyes that always made her shiver even in the warmth of the sun and her words trip over her bottom lip on their way out of her mouth.
It was difficult, sometimes, to effectively tease Rose and not give in to his desires too soon. He often spotted too many snug places he could pull her into for a quick snog, too many tabletops to perch her on or bend her over. But he so enjoyed making her breathless, having her squirming in her seat while he had a nice chat with whoever happened to be available to unknowingly participate in her torture.
Today found them in The Grand Museum. Rose had first scrunched up her face at the suggestion of wasting a perfectly good Sunday, a day that felt like a Sunday anyhow, walking through a dusty old museum until the Doctor told her it was actually a whole planet that held every major piece of art in the galaxy.
“Oh, well. That sounds much more exciting, then.” Rose had jumped up from the galley table and didn't even try to stop her nightshirt from shifting and leaving her legs bare, a bit of her bottom peeking out from under the hem. She turned towards the door with a wink in the direction of the Doctor who might as well have been salivating all over himself. “I'll go change.”
His voice stopped her before she could leave. “You'll want to wear a skirt.” His voice had that low, throaty tone that made her muscles ache and her stomach fall upwards into her chest.
She turned, amused puzzlement written on her face. “Why's that?”
He just shook his head and popped her leftover toast crust in his mouth. “A skirt, Rose.” He spoke while chewing and wiping crumbs from his trousers.
She smiled and bit her lip, pulling at the bottom of her shirt and bending at the knees. “You like my legs, do ya Doctor?”
Part of him wanted to throw the whole day out of the, metaphorical, window and rush Rose to her bedroom or his, he wasn't feeling particularly picky. He did like her legs, loved them in fact, preferred them wrapped around his waist or slung over his shoulders on most days when they weren't busy helping her run away from danger. But he hadn't visited The Grand Museum in ages and he so wanted to take Rose there, he'd been planning it for a while. Plus he'd decided he was to going to have quite a bit of fun teasing Rose until they made it home, so he couldn't give in before he'd even started.
He stood, and walked to Rose, letting one hand run down her side and one thumb trace just beneath the cotton of her shirt, back and forth across her bare thigh. Rose sighed and leaned closer for a kiss, which he ached to give but instead reached around and gave her bottom a quick tap.
“Oi!” Rose squealed, laughing and pushing him away.
“Dressed, skirt. Hurry!” And he watched her run in bare feet down the hall, his veins full of energy and lust.
Later, they walked through the halls hand in hand like any other posh couple having a nice Sunday stroll through the art displays. Rose had never been one for visiting galleries but the place was breathtaking, it's long rooms seemingly endless and each piece more amazing than the last. All the walls were painted seashell white and it seemed like there wasn't a spot of dirt on the whole planet. Above, the glass ceiling let in natural light that seemed to shine on each painting at once, the sky above a deep blue with a light swirling of clouds that looked like a masterpiece itself.
Rose stood admiring a painting of two nude people, one woman and man laying next to each other while the man slept. She stepped forward to read the information place card but the Doctor stepped behind her before she could read the first word.
"That's Venus and Mars." Rose jumped at the Doctor's warm breath on her neck, his whisper rumbling in her ear. She looked from the painting to the Doctor behind her, but he was quick, and at her side with a smile and a bounce on his heels.
Rose nodded, and tried to pretend just having him so near wasn't enough to send her legs turning to jelly, and wrapped both her arms around one of his. "Tell me about it."
He grinned down at her, and she had to lean against him to keep from melting to the floor.
"Mars, god of war, was one of the lovers of Venus, goddess of love. See, Mars is asleep and unarmed, while Venus is awake and alert. The meaning of the picture is that love conquers war, or love conquers all." The Doctor always spoke so eloquently about such things, Rose found it hard not to lose herself in his words.
She nodded, tilting her head at the painting and wound up resting it on the Doctor's shoulder. "It's lovely."
The Doctor took her at the waist and pulled her around so she stood in front of him, hands on his chest, staring up into his eyes. "Mars is sleeping the 'little death' which comes after making love, and not even a trumpet in his ear will wake him." He smiled slow and teasing, faint lines around his mouth tightening and Rose swallowed, her fingers gripping the firm fabric of his coat lapels without meaning to.
His leg came to slide between hers then and she gasped, looking back and forth to see if anyone was watching and then suddenly not caring just as quick when she felt him press his thigh up just there. Her head swum, eyelids fluttering to a close and she had to hold on to his coat tighter when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, stubble rough and exciting on her lips.
“Come, then. Lots more to see!” He said into her mouth, and pulled her along before she could protest.
The museum was splendid, better than he remembered although that could be explained by his current company. They marveled over alien artists and intricate sculptures of humans and other beings alike. He watched, charmed, while Rose faked a deep discussion about post-modern surrealism on the planet Shadonia with a native Shadonian who seemed to know just as little about the subject.
Rose waved her new friend goodbye and giggled at the Doctor as he sauntered over to her. “What a laugh! I think he was really convinced I knew my stuff.”
“No doubt!” He took her hand and was pleased to feel a slight shudder snake down her arm. “I think it's time for tea, wouldn't you say?”
At the outdoor cafe adjacent to the museum, the Doctor became distracted with an electronic trivia game about the works of art they hosted, and only looked up from his impressive winning streak of a hundred and twenty percent correct when he noticed the wind drift under Rose's skirt from the corner of his view. He saw a flash of pale thigh running down from red knickers and he raised an eyebrow before dashing over to where she stood ordering their food.
He enveloped her from behind, arms around her middle and chin planted firmly in the crook of her neck as she yelped with surprise. “Do they have lime jam? I'm just mad for the stuff.” His nose sniffed in the direction of the display and his hips pressed closer to her backside.
“Um, I think so.” Rose coughed, and the Doctor caught her slight stuttering. “The hubby just loves his sweet lime jam, can't get him off the stuff.” She said with a smile to the many tentacled vendor, each tentacle doing a different job. They'd both learned it was much safer to pretend to be married at certain times of physical closeness, not knowing the varied extreme laws each planet tended to impose.
“Mmm, that's right, love. You know me so well.” The Doctor pushed his nose into Rose's neck, smelling her clean, bare skin and, a tone he was keen to note, a tinge of her excitement within her chemistry.
“You went with the red knickers today, then, hmm?” His voice was husky in her ear and he had to hold her tighter as her knees weakened a bit, a soft moan drifting from her lips.
The Doctor grinned against her neck and took a quick nip at her skin. “Those'll be off soon enough.” And he pulled away just quick enough to grab the tray of food Rose was sure to drop if he wasn't faster. “Come on, muffin, I'll lead the way.”
At the table Rose smirked and crossed her legs, the breeze sending bits of her hair into her face. “Muffin?”
The Doctor shrugged and poured milk into his tea. “Seemed appropriate.”
Rose rolled her eyes but stared at the Doctor from beneath her dark lashes for a second, her cheeks a deeper tint than before as she reached for a scone from the tray.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the cool weather and the surprisingly good scones. The Doctor tended to fuss over the texture of his scones, they shouldn't be too dense but they shouldn't be too soft, either. He could get quite fussy over the whole thing.
The Doctor brought his cup to his mouth for a sip and almost choked on his Earl Grey at the firm slide of Rose's bare foot up his trouser leg. He looked over at her to find she was feigning ignorance, biting into her jam covered scone and avoiding his gaze even as her toes wiggled against his inner thigh.
His mouth went a bit dry and he was glad for the tea, which he downed quickly in three large gulps. He set his cup down and wiped his mouth before resting his forearms on the table and leaning towards Rose.
“Why, Rose Tyler. Are you trying to make me hard?” He whispered, catching her eye and grinning.
She grinned right back around her mouth of pastry, and licked her lips slowly, skilled tongue delving into the corners of her mouth to collect the bit of jam left there. “Possibly.” Rose was ready to give extremely as good as she got.
The Doctor's eyes shined with mischief as he let one hand drift under the table to find Rose's foot and let his fingertips dance across the arch. Her deep intake of breath spurred him on, pushed his palm down her slim ankle, to trail up the smoothness of her calf and stop at the back of her knee, stroking the soft, sensitive skin there.
He watched Rose swallow the last bit of her scone, and close her eyes at his digits tickling her leg. The Doctor reached forward and grasped her wrist, bringing her fingers to his mouth so he could lick her lime flavored skin. He could taste her chemistry, and how bad she wanted him, and he couldn't help but let his mouth suck on one finger in earnest, cleaning off the sticky jam and letting Rose's flavor wash over his tongue. The Doctor, who had dined on the most delectable, divine dishes available in the galaxy, was quite positive there was nothing so decadent as one Miss Rose Tyler.
“Doctor...” Rose breathed, opening her eyes but still keeping them at a half mast, her teeth biting at her lip in frustration while she watched him suck on her fingers.
“Mmm.” The Doctor hummed around her pinkie, and gave the tip one quick bite before he let go of her wrist and licked his lips. “Even better than sweet lime jam. I think it's time to go back to browsing. I'll take this to the bin.”
He left Rose to cool off at the table while he held the tray strategically in front of him on the way to the trash.
Rose spent the next hour hanging onto the Doctor's arm, digging her chin into his shoulder and letting her breath ghost across his neck. She'd had enough of his playing hard to get for the day, and she really wasn't interested in seeing any more art. It was all starting to become one big blur anyhow.
Walking past one painting, Rose glanced at it quickly before walking by. She had to stop and pull the Doctor back, however, when she saw what it portrayed.
She gasped and pointed to it, too shocked to speak. “That's, that's!”
The Doctor looked over at the place card and chuckled. “It's a painting by the shock Hijinxian artist, Amsel. It's a psychic painting, Rose, it shows you a picture of whatever you were thinking about when you first looked at it.” The Doctor looked at Rose's red cheeked face and grinned. “And what were you thinking about, then?”
Rose shook her head and pulled at the Doctor's arm. “Come on, let's go.”
The Doctor nuzzled his face into Rose's neck and kissed her there, so softly Rose could have sworn he hadn't touched her at all. “If you tell me, I'll take you home. We can go to bed.” His voice was deep and full of promise, such delicious promise that Rose couldn't resist.
Rose swallowed and gaped at the painting for a second before answering. “It's, it's um. It's of us.”
“What are we doing?” Another kiss, this time underneath her earlobe.
Rose sighed, eyes drifting almost completely closed. People walked past without really looking at them, the works of priceless art apparently more entrancing than just another couple showing public displays of affection.
“We're... We're, um.”
“Are we fucking?” A bite this time, to her collarbone. Rose could only nod. “Where?”
Rose leaned closer to the Doctor, unsteady on her feet as he sucked hard and nibbled softly on the oh too sensitive flesh above her pulse. “A-against that wall.”
He chuckled against her throat, his tongue a heated burn across her skin. “That wall over there? Are people watching?”
“Mmmhmm.” Rose gripped both of the Doctor's shoulders tightly and he let his hands snake their way over her hips to bring her pressed close to the front of him. She could feel him, hard against her stomach, and she was all too ready to turn the painting into reality if it came to it.
“There's velvet ropes around us.”
Another chuckle, his hands on her satin skirt covered bum. “Are we a work of art, Rose?”
Rose nodded. “Love conquers war.” She squeaked against his cheek, as he slid the rough, stubble covered skin across her face.
Her looked down at her and she thought she'd never seen his eyes so dark, so serious. The brown of them seemed endless, pulling her in like a whirlpool she was more than happy to fall into. “Love conquers all.” He spoke against her mouth before claiming it with his own, in the middle of the hall. His lips firmly tugging her own, his tongue a hot slide across hers and Rose moaned, gasped into his mouth as they shared a breath.
“Take me home.” Rose practically begged, running a hand down the Doctor's neck and making him shiver. “Take me to bed.”
The Doctor kissed Rose's temple and pulled her hand to his mouth for another press of his lips to her palm. “I'll be Mars.”
Rose grinned, pulling his hand down to grasp between her own. “I'll be Venus.”
They ran, hand in hand, through the halls towards the TARDIS. The Doctor managed to keep his promise, though, and pulled off Rose's knickers in the elevator ride on the way there.
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