I posted this long ago on fanfiction.net. I tweaked a few things, and wouldn't you know, I can't find the typos that were blaring at me when I reread it a month ago. If you see them, let me know. Also, if you've read "Snogging Rose Tyler" on the other site, let me know which you prefer.
As always: I do not own Doctor Who *sighs*
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A Chilling Affair by cordelialear [Reviews - 10]  Author's Notes: | |
“So, where to then?” She asked poking her tongue out between her teeth teasingly.
He beamed at her, “Krowlo, Florian Galaxy, mmm, let’s say, the year two million three, late afternoon.” He danced around the control room locking in the coordinates. “Just in time for sunset, or suns-set, I should say. Krowlo, funny planet that, revolves around three suns, well, I say around, more like around then through. Sort of an elaborate figure-eight. But the sunset, oh, you are gonna love it!”
She smiled fondly as he jabbered on about the planet’s revolution habits shaking her head. To any other woman, or even to herself a few years ago, the long scientific explanations would suck the romance right out of the room. But, through all of her travels with him, she realized that this explanation was an integral part of who he was. It was his passion, and she would never take that away from him. No, it may not have been romantic to some women, but to her... He was allowing her to partake in his joy, and that— that was sexy.
“What?” he asked slightly amused as she realized she was, once again staring at him.
“Oh, nothing. I was just thinkin’...” she trailed off with no particular end for her previous sentence in mind.
The Doctor was smiling fondly at her, now. She could only guess he was thinking similarly half-amused, half-adoring thoughts about her, and was about to reverse the conversation when the Tardis lurched forward sending her careening directly into him. They fell together in a heap on the floor laughing. Rose knew in all her life she would never be as happy as she was now, bruised appendages, aching back and all.
“What was that?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.
“Twould seem we’ve landed,” the Doctor said helping her up. They both laughed at the routineness of the conversation.
When she stood, she found that they were particularly close. So close, in fact, that the only thing separating them were there hands still clenched together from his act of pulling her off the floor. She could feel the slight fluttering in her stomach, all too familiar now since she’d come back from “Pete’s World” as the Doctor had so dubbed it. Their attraction hadn’t been a secret so much as it was unspoken before their separation, but now that it was a fully acknowledged part of their lives, it made the sudden charges of electricity all the more wonderful and joyous. She slowly brought her eyes up to meet his, fully expecting to meet the stormy, lustful gaze of an aroused male, but was surprised to meet with adoring puppy dog eyes looking back, instead. He gently brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a tender kiss there, causing her to blush.
“My Rose,” he whispered softly. She brought her hand up to his cheek, her fingers just grazing his hairline.
“My Doctor,” she answered back.
They held this position for a bit longer enjoying the closeness of their company. The Doctor finally broke the silence.
“Well, sunset, and all that,” he started to pull away, but Rose held his hand tight pulling him back to face her.
“Suns-set,” she corrected, eyes sparkling. He flashed her a bright smile in return.
“Quite right, too,” he looked at her desire just peeking in the corners of his eyes. She laughed out loud.
“What?” he asked wounded.
“We were just standing centimeters apart, and that turned you on?” She loved every daft little corner of this man, body, mind and soul, but his quirks still managed to amuse her nearly on a regular basis. Their closeness had merely brought on a sentimental, smarmy “I love you” moment, while her correcting him had sent stabs of lust through his body. Oh, how she loved this man!
“I’ll have you know that was very sexy,” he said playfully resting his forehead against her own. They both laughed delightedly. Everyday, Rose found some new facet of the Doctor’s personality. That was the thrill of their new relationship. From friend to lover, what an adventure!
He brushed her lips with a quick kiss, before pulling her out the door of the Tardis onto the surface of the planet. Rose gasped audibly at the beauty of the horizon. The sky was a lovely mint green shade, brought together with the silver horizon. The orange suns spread a pink and yellow light through the sky that reflected back in the mirror-like blades of grass.
“That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she said.
“Oh, I agree,” the Doctor said, though it was clear in his tone that he was not speaking about the sunset. Rose knew before she looked up at him: he was looking directly at her. She blushed, and then she laughed.
“That was corny,” she chided him.
“But it worked,” he grinned broadly before pulling her into a passionate kiss. His hands traveled up her back into her hair. He pulled away slowly, smiling at the dazed expression on her face. When her senses returned, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into an equally stormy embrace. He repositioned his arm around her back and pulled her close to his body deepening the kiss when out of nowhere the sky opened up and dropped a torrential downpour on them. Rose screamed as he took her hand and they ran back to the Tardis unsuccessfully dodging raindrops as they went.
They entered the ship laughing at their misfortune, only to be greeted by the chill in the air. Rose huddled close to the Doctor for warmth.
“What’s it with the temperature?” She asked through chattering teeth. He rubbed her arms to help warm her.
“I’m not sure,” he said. Rose could see the far off look in his eyes grow stronger as he looked at the console from where they were standing.
“Go ahead,” Rose conceded defeat as he kissed her forehead in thanks to check on his beloved ship. “I’m gonna go change out of these wet clothes.”
“Right,” he said not really paying attention as he dove beneath the grated floor. She shook her head. He could be so absent minded. “Rose,” he called after her, “let me know if the temperature fluctuates,” he said.
“Will do,” she said rushing back to her room. She opened the door quickly briskly changing into her warmest flannel pajamas. The material, which normally brought a sense of comfort and a great deal of warmth, only seemed to make things worse. The ship had gotten colder. Rose poked her head out of her room and yelled down the corridor, “My room just got colder!”
She heard a clang, and then what she could only assume was Gallifreyan swear. “Are you alright?” she called.
“Yes, yes, fine,” he seemed more than a bit angry, confirming for her that he’d just hit his head or dropped something on his toe. “Let me in!” he barked.
“Who are you talking to?” she asked intrigued making her way down the hall to see what the commotion was about.
“The Tardis just slammed the grating shut, and now she won’t let me back in to fix the temperature,” his eyes were dark as though he were facing down some evil mastermind bent on taking over the universe. She unsuccessfully stifled a giggle.
“It’s not funny!” he said too seriously, which sent her into a stronger fit of giggles. He attempted to hold his serious, strict demeanor, but felt he was losing ground and finally succumbed to her laughter.
“Come on, you need to get out of those clothes, your frosting over,” she said pulling him down the freezing hall towards his bedroom. She immediately noticed the temperature change upon entering. His room was warm.
“That’s strange,” he said, that far away look returning.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Rose put her foot down. “Change your clothes, first.”
“Yes, mother.” He rolled his eyes, while he removed his long coat.
Rose took the soaking item from him. Beads of sweat were now forming at the top of her brow. The flannel pajamas were sweltering.
“I’ve got to get out of this,” she said more to herself than to the Doctor.
He looked up, surprised. There was an unspoken agreement between them, or so he thought. When Rose had found her way back from the other universe, they had flirted, kissed, embraced, but never... He’d thought it was because they mutually agreed that they needed the time to reacquaint themselves with one another, and then get to know each other as romantic partners, then, maybe...
He immediately realized she meant she was uncomfortable in her current clothing status when he saw a bead of sweat roll down her face. Bugger...
“Go change then,” he said acting as though he were preoccupied with undressing himself. He pulled out of the wet clothing and donned a nearly identical suit, minus the jacket and tie.
She left his bedroom and immediately found the hallway unbearable. She turned around and walked back into his room, which, of course was sweltering.
“That was quick,” he said slightly amused.
“The hall’s freezing!” she exclaimed.
“I doubt it’s that cold,” he said, walking out into the corridor, and immediately leaping back into his own bedroom. “The hall’s freezing!” he echoed amazed that outside his room the Tardis seemed to be doing a great impression of the North Pole.
“Told you,” she said, wiping her brow.
“No, I mean the hall’s literally freezing,” he said amazed. The far off look was coming back with a vengeance. His mind was light years away, desperately trying to solve the riddle, meanwhile Rose was about to die of heat exhaustion.
Rose sighed, she couldn’t take it anymore. The pajamas had to go.
“Doctor, give me your shirt,” she said starting to unbutton her top from the bottom up.
“Hmm?” he was barely registering what she was saying.
“I said, give me your shirt. I have to get out of this.”
“Oh, sure,” he quickly unbuttoned the garment and handed it over without giving her a second glance. Rose Tyler, the human woman who’d crossed the bloody void to return to him, was taking second place to a machine: this had to end.
Without saying another word, she slipped out of her pajama bottoms, threw them to the side, slipped out of her top with her back turned to him, and donned his suit shirt. She intentionally left the top four button undone as she swivelled around to face him. His head was still far away as she slunk closer to him.
“Doctor, if it’s alright with you, I’m gonna stay here tonight,” she purred as she rested her hands on his bare chest.
That got his attention. She grinned devilishly at him. He looked as though he was about to say something, but Rose would have none of it. She launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist sending him backwards into his bed. A thin layer of dust shot up as the two amorous bodies hit the mattress, revealing that it had been quite some time since the Doctor had slept here. Straddling him, Rose leaned forward pressing her lips to his own. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around her caressing her skin under the now unwanted suit shirt she had previously donned. Rose’s lips left his own and trailed along his jaw line, down his neck, to his chest. At this point, he’d had enough of being on bottom, and flipped her over mercilessly, attacking her neck with his mouth. Rose moaned softly as he kissed down her neck, down to her chest planting caressing kisses to her cleavage. He undid the rest of the buttons quickly pulling the shirt back, revealing her naked torso which he descended upon. Rose writhed under his touch caressing his back, and scalp. He brought his lips up to hers and imparted a passionate, no-holds-barred, tonsil-hockey make out session that would’ve made Jack proud. Rose’s fingers were tangled in his hair, when his hands drifted down to the hem of her panties...
Four hours later Rose lay against his chest asleep. He still had no idea why the Tardis’s temperature seemed to be out of whack, but presently, he didn’t care. Rose Tyler had just given him her all, and he’d sure as hell tried to return the favor. Judging by her reactions, she was more than adequately satisfied.
But, the Tardis. He’d noticed some time ago that the temperature in his room had returned to normal. He might have found the sudden change suspicious, but at that moment he had been otherwise engaged. Now he wondered, had the rest of the ship’s temperature regulated? Careful not to disturb Rose, he got out of bed and walked to his bedroom door opening it quietly. He stepped out into the hall: the temperature was perfectly normal. He wandered further down the hall, to the control room, the library, the gardens, everywhere, and the temperature was normal. The Doctor frowned.
Somewhere in the Tardis, a faint echo of metallic noises resembled satisfied laughter.
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