Suddenly the words are missing along with his breath. Her hands grip his suit at the mere thought of meeting his lips.
FUCKING OTP MAN
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(Set during Journey’s End; what could have happened between the camera leaving TARDIS while the Doctor and Rose are still hugging and when it returns as the Daleks seize it.)
Hereherehereherherehereherehere she’s here I’m here we’re here herehereherehereherehereherehere is what runs through his head as they embrace.
Hereherehereherherehereherehere he’s here I’m here we’re here still the same still my Doctor shouldn’t matter but it does herehereherehereherehereherehere is what runs through hers.
As the moments pass and the two show no signs of relinquishing their hold on one another, it occurs to Jack and Donna that they might want some privacy, just for a few minutes, before they all get back to the business of saving the universe, so they slip off to one of the nearby kitchens.
"Doctor, I’m sorry," Rose murmurs, pulling back just a little.
"For what?" he asks, turning them slightly so he leans against the console, one hand sliding down to encircle her waist, the other coming up to stroke her hair. "Rose Tyler, you brilliant woman, what could you possibly have to apologize for right now?"
She leans into his touch, everything else falling away, everything else insignificant. One of her hands slides down to grip his jacket, because she can’t quite bring herself to believe that this is real, that she did it, she’s here in the TARDIS with him.
"It’s just … I missed you so much, and then I thought you were going to change just when I’d found you again, and I—" she stares desperately into his eyes, wanting him to understand, understand that she’d still love him if he changed, but that doesn’t mean the change doesn’t matter, and this, the Doctor in her arms, is the one that haunted her dreams.
"Oh Rose," he says, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s all right. Really. I didn’t want … I mean …" he can’t find the words, can’t make them come out. He’s really only had the words for this sort of thing in one of his bodies, and it’s not this one; maybe if he had changed he’d have the words, but then again they might not be holding each other like this, and they got by without the words before.
His hand slides down to cup the back of her neck and her eyes fall closed. He drinks in her expression of sadness and longing and feels it mirrored on his own face.
He closes his eyes and leans in—
"OK lovebirds, you think maybe saving the universe should be higher on the list than a snog?" Jack says loudly, re-entering the console room, Donna on his heels.
"That’s rich, coming from you,” Rose shoots back, torn between frustration and fondness.
"No, no, he’s right," the Doctor says, sliding out of the embrace. Rose and Donna exchange an exasperated look: these two, honestly.
And the four of them circle the console to determine their next move.