30 Thoughts - Rose 1/6
Flower
Rose had been staring at the flower in her hand, a pink rose, for the past 15 minutes. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she had been twirling the fragile thing, bringing it to her nose every now and again to smell its sweet, musky aroma. Never had an item created such havoc on her well-being. The Doctor and Rose had just foiled trouble (yet again) by diving into a large rose bush. After shrieking, due to the forgotten thorns, they had escaped to the Tardis. Once inside, they lay back on the console floor, gasping for much needed air. Rose had closed her eyes, savoring the sting of cold air in her lungs. When she opened her eyes once more, the Doctor was holding a single pink rose in front of her eyes, a surviving flower from their daring, misguided escape. She took it from his gentle grasp and before she could stutter a thank you, he grinned his manic grin and stood up, only to disappear under the console for some tinkering. Now she was in her room, hypnotized by the token. It made her heart melt and falter, a feeling she was all too familiar with.
Towel
She couldn’t help it - the towel was making her cry. When she had first boarded the Tardis, the Doctor was in his Ninth regeneration, and there were no towels in her bathroom. After that, the Tardis had provided some blue towels which she didn’t mind at all. Towels were towels, nothing more.
Well, that was before this.
The Doctor had gotten her candy-pink, soft towels. They were so simple and they were just for her.
Soap
“What is that smell?” he asked her one day. An immediate blush filled Rose’s cheeks as she looked away from the Doctor. “Hmm?” was her response. But of course, as she should have known, the Doctor couldn’t take silence as an answer. He walked briskly around the console toward her, sniffing away. Her heartbeat quickened at his close proximity. He sniffed near her and she tried to edge away unnoticed, but to no avail. Appearing to have noticed that the scent was coming from her, and being quite unaware of boundaries when he was in this state, he got close to her and absent-mindedly sniffed her hair. She froze, unable to breathe. He furrowed his brow, unsatisfied. Then, the Doctor gingerly grasped her hand in his, pulling it up and sniffed again. Rose stared at him, still frozen. “Banana,” he whispered. She took in a small, stifled breath. “You smell like bananas,” he declared, finally having found the scent. “Uh, yeah. It’s my…new soap,” she explained, voiced in a murmur. His warm brown eyes gazed, almost longingly, into hers. Then a manic grin appeared on his face, “Bananas are good.” And with that, he lowered Rose’s hand gently and bounced back to what he was doing. Rose stared at the him for a moment before returning down the corridor to her room.
Strawberry
Rose walked in on the Doctor one day, playing around with her tube of strawberry lip gloss. He was squeezing some onto a fingertip, sniffing it in the process. She giggled at the sight, causing him to look up at her. He blushed slightly as he explained, “I was curious." Rose walked over to him, “When aren’t you, yeah?” She chuckled, endeared by his child-like curiosity. “It’s just lip gloss Doctor,” she stated. He smiled at her, a warm smile usually reserved just for her. It made her heart do a flip-flop. “Yup,” he said, popping his p, “it smells like strawberries.” She smiled at him in response. “Yeah, it tastes good too,” Rose said, thinking of the times the gloss accidentally found its way to her teeth. The Doctor looked at her then, rather intently for a moment, turning some thought over in his mind. He then bent to lick the swipe of lip gloss from his finger tip. This Doctor does have a habit of licking things, she thought amusedly. He looked back up at her and asked, without hesitation, “Your lips taste like strawberries then?” Rose’s breathing faltered, unsure of what she just heard. Finally realizing what he had indeed said, the Doctor jumped up, handing her the lip gloss and without meeting her eyes, he smiled awkwardly, leaving her in a confused silence.
Moon
“It’s gorgeous,” whispered Rose, looking up at the moon of Sibs. The Doctor had brought her to witness the birth of a star, and in passing they had come across the beautiful moon of Sibs, large and smooth-looking, deep purple with swirls of soft pink interlaced in its surface and a grey mist surrounding it. Rose had known the Doctor for quite awhile now and she already knew that this moon was the true purpose of the trip. She wouldn’t let on that she knew of course, preferring to let him think it was a surprise. Looking over at him only to see his large brown eyes stare back at her, she smiled in response - a reflex whenever he was near her. His face was gentler, more peaceful under the purple-pink glow of the moon. The Doctor then reached over to her to intertwine his fingers with hers and for a moment, it was just Rose and her Doctor, alone in the entire universe.