The Doctor was bored. What had possessed him to accompany Rose to the Torchwood ball? He already knew the answer, pure and simple. It was love, he would do anything to make her happy, even go to a ball to sit in a corner and watch couples dance and other people socialize.
"Dance with me."
He looked up, Rose was there, stretching her hand out and asking him to dance. She was beautiful in her night blue gown. He smiled. He remembered the time he danced with Reinette, one of the best nights of his life but Madame de Pompadour was long gone but anyway, he had Rose the love of his life.
"Come on, are you going to get up or mope around here all night?" she asked him, laughing.
The Time Lord's legs decided for him. Before he knew it, he was on the dance floor, his hands on Rose's hips, slow dancing to some music he had never heard of but he was happy, he had everything he had ever wanted right there.
Rose wasn't listening to the music. She swayed there, her head on the Doctor's chest, listening to the gentle rythm coming from his two hearts. Her lover bent down, his breath stroking her cheek.
"I love you." he whispered in her ear.
Warmth spread across her body, she was never tired of hearing those words. He kissed her softly. She felt a light tingle from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, she always felt safer when she was in his arms.
When the music was over, they both fled the ball, the magic of the night still lingering in their minds.
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