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When; Sometime in the future
Rating;PG 13
Characters; Rose Tyler, The Tenth Doctor, The Second Doctor
Summary; Rose thinks she's waking up to a normal day.
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The blonde was sleeping blissfully in her bed. No tossing and turning this time. There was a grin to her face as she was caught up her in dream laughing and running through green grass before stopping at the edge of the cliff. She looked behind her and smiled.

"Come on slow poke!" she said and could only hear his laughter.

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"Yeah, we did," she's just beaming now as she's stroking his hair back gently.

He looks at her, smiling then notes their position.

"Think you can get up?" he asks.

"I can try," she says knowing that she will more than likely need his help to balance herself. "We can give it a go. How about you?"

Getting off her, he manages to stand easily, and turns off the water. He offers her a hand to get up.

She reaches for his hand and pulls herself up. She can feel her legs get a little shaky as she leans into him. She looks up apologetically.

"See I did it."

"Sure did."

He smiles and heads her out of the shower. He grabs a few towels and starts helping her dry off.

She mouths a 'thank you' before taking one of the towels from him and clumsily attempts to dry him off.

Once dry, he wraps the towel around himself. He goes back into the bedroom and looks at all the discarded clothes.

"Did you remember to put the sign on the door?" he asks.

She follows him and looks at their clothes before slowly walking over to the bed. "Sign?" She looks around and sees a small sign laying on the nightstand. "Um...I'm sure it's alright. It is locked, yeah?"

"You answered the door last."

He goes to the door and sees it locked. He turns his attention back to the discarded clothes.

"So, what next?"

And now she doesn't remember locking it.

"Suppose we could get dressed and explore this hotel a bit." And then as an after thought she smiles fondly. "Or we can cuddle." And sleep in the entire day she thinks to herself. But she'll let him choose as she chose the shower.

He considers this. The idea of exploring is appealing to him, but he wonders if she can manage to walk for long after all they just did.

"Wellllll, how are your legs?"

"They are, um..." She tries to get on her feet and feels her knees get weak but she smiles at him. "Ok."

He raises an eyebrow at this. He can tell she's lying.

"How about we sit down for a bit before we go exploring eh?"

She's not one to argue with it as she settles back down on the edge of the bed a bit relieved. "Are you feeling a little knackered?"

She should really know the answer to that. He slowly starts to pick up his own clothes.

"I'm alright. The breakfast helps."

"Yeah the breakfast was pretty good," she says before lying back to stare at the ceiling.

With her lying in that position it almost makes him want to stop and go at her again. That would really wear her out so he decides against it.

"Hope the lunch is just as good."

"It should be," she guesses, at least if the breakfast is anything to go by. She picks her head up to look at him. "Do you think they've got a pool?"

"Ohhhhh, there has to be. A place like this?"

From what he's seen of the prices customer have to pay, there had better be. A place this big should have a pool, otherwise they'd better have a very excuse.

"Maybe even a spa too, yeah?" She grins at the thought of getting to actually relax some more.

"Ohhhhhh, a spa. Didn't think of that."

From the size and expense of this place, it should have one. She would really enjoy that, he thinks.

"We can get couple massages," she smirks as the idea sounds appealing to her. And maybe he would enjoy it too.

Yeaaaaah, he thinks. She'll get a masseuse name Hans or Franz. Is she trying to make him jealous?

"Maybe," he replies.

Carefully she gets out of bed to fetch her discarded clothes. She starts to dress before glancing his way. "Oh come on. You'd probably like it. Maybe you'll even get a french blonde." She looks away to fetch her shoes and slip them on. Is she still jealous? Possibly.