Frozen in Time
Title: Frozen in Time
Author: Shan (mediasavant)
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: M
Warnings: Implied non-con, implied killing (not in pairing). Rura Penthe swiped from the Star Trek franchise without permission. To be read as a companion piece to Subzero.


The trial had been a farce, and honestly the Doctor had been rather rude, but Rose hadn't truly expected such a severe sentence. Not for the deaths of two singers who willingly went to their end for the good of the planet. Not for being instigators of a complete social revolution, the oppressed finally having their say.

Wasn’t really the Doctor’s fault that their say was “We don’t wanna do anything.”

So there was a trial and it was obvious the judge hated the Doctor. The jury resented him. The defense was incompetent and the prosecutor must have been up for re-election because he went for blood. There was more evidence than anyone could reasonably process, witnesses galore who all put on the grandest show, and in the end there was just one lone Doctor standing before the judge who handed down the sentence.

Life on Rura Penthe.

Life.

Rose was stunned. Life. Not her life. His life. His life that had already been proven to be extraordinary. His life that would go on, and on sentenced to hard labor away from everything he loved. No traveling. No TARDIS. No...friends.

No TARDIS. How was he expected to get on without her? He wouldn't even be able to understand anyone. Well, he did know a lot of languages, but no way he knew enough. Not to keep him safe in a prison.

Rose rushed out of the courtroom and asked the first guard she saw, "What is Rura Penthe? Sir? Please?"

"It's a frozen waste of a planet, girlie. Hard labor, underground. Too far from the star for any real warmth. Anyone on the surface dies in short order. No escape. No hope. It's hell." he explained, his lips curling into a sneer.

Rose tried not to panic, tried to think of what the Doctor would do. First things first, she smiled and thanked the guard and headed for the TARDIS trying not to act suspicious. There was no way she was letting him spend even a moment on that rock. Not when she had the means to be there as the prisoner transport landed.

Funny thing being human and trying to fly the TARDIS. Things can go pear-shaped awfully quickly.

The ship lurched through the time vortex and Rose fell to the side, grabbing the console and hanging on for life. The TARDIS hadn't been that hard to learn...but then, he'd been here with her. He'd always been here. That thought alone pushed her out the door once she'd landed.

Ice planet, right. Rose stepped out of the blue box in thick, furry boots, warm wool trousers over thinner cotton ones, over thermal pants. She had on six different shirts layered under her coat along with a thick parka, earmuffs, and a brightly coloured scarf she'd found folded neatly in the mess of the wardrobe. It was ridiculously long and went around her neck several times. Soft, plush mittens made it a little difficult to open the door, but she finally got it and stepped out into a field of white.

The snowbike was on her before she'd made it ten minutes walking. They picked her up and took her back to the prison facility and stripped her down to jeans and her favorite Union Jack shirt. Questions came rapid fire, but she held out until they finally got her to slip up.

"Doctor? We've no Doctor here. Prisoner manifest says he won't be here for a week, missy. Dunno how you beat the transport, but under section 692 of Tellian code 18, you're willfully orchestrating the liberation of a convicted...we could throw you in the mines."

Rose blinked and brushed her hair back behind her ear. "I haven't done anything wrong yet, though, right? So...so going down into the mines i'nt fair, is it?" she said, formulating her argument as she went along.

The guards looked her up and down. A healthy blonde, well fed with all her teeth. No real reason to ruin something so pretty. Not when there was other work to be done. They agreed that she wasn't really deserving of the mine, so instead they took her to a holding cell just off the guards' barracks.

That first night, Rose lay in the bed and cried after. She kept thinking about how, when she was a little girl, she used to imagine what she'd be when she grew up. Never did she think 'sex slave on an alien prison planet.' The Doctor couldn't save her. She'd have to figure her way out of this one herself...and pay attention for her opportunity to figure a way out for him once he arrived.

It wasn't hell for her, not as long as she kept her mouth shut and her eyes open. They gave her a ‘uniform’, a satin slip of a thing that looked like it came from Ann Summers. After the third day, she'd figured out who she could talk to and who was truly dangerous. When they came at night, she closed her eyes and thought of home and her mum and Mickey and chips and the TARDIS and Captain Jack and the Doctor. Always ending with the Doctor. By the time she was used and sore and sitting in her bath, scrubbing herself, her mind wandered to happier times and the thought that sometimes the right thing was also the hardest thing in the universe.

By the time the prisoner transport arrived a week later, Rose had asked the one guard, Krah, who seemed to fancy her a little more than the other guards, if she could see the prisoners come off the ship. Only two of the guards knew how she'd come to be on Rura Penthe, so her deception worked and she was there as the men and women disembarked. He was easy to spot. Same brown, pinstriped suit. Same canvas trainers. Same ruffled hair.

"Gaw, he looks...they all look so tired." she said sympathetically, then held tighter to Krah's arm. She cleared her throat and straightened up. "How much work d'you think you'll really get out of such a sorry lot of felons and rebels?" she asked, covering her sorrow.

"Eh, they tend to kill each other off. Fight over food. Blankets. Women." he said with a dark laugh as he shrugged her off. "You've seen. Now go on. I'll see you after we get these new fish fried."

Rose stumbled, nearly fell, and headed off to her cell to begin to plan. She needed to figure something out before he got hurt. Before she got hurt. Time was running out...new prisoners meant a visit from the Warden, and she wasn't eager to meet him in the least. From what the guards had told her, once he arrived, all she'd be good for was thickening the broth for them below. He'd be here in a week. Seven days. If the Doctor could keep himself safe below, all she really had to do was get to the TARDIS. She knew he'd know she was here; he'd be able to tell the TARDIS was close and he'd know. She just hoped he wouldn't think she was completely daft for attempting such a thing.

"Right. Figure a way to get back to the TARDIS, get her down below, load him on, and off we go." she said softly to herself as she lay on her cot. Simple tasks were the hardest to come up with a plan.

Five days later her orchestrations went sideways. The prisoners were rioting below. The guards were preoccupied and this might be her only chance. Krah had just climbed onto her when the alarm sounded and he was off and out the door in a flash. Rose looked around, shocked to stillness for a moment before she realized this was the break she'd waited for. She dressed in her jeans and Jack, grabbed the scarf they'd let her keep since she told them her mum had made it, and picked up Krah's weapon belt he'd left behind in his rush. She had a gun, such as it was, and she knew the way to the snowbikes. There were enviro suits in there...she just had to be fast and she had to be quiet.

"And smart, don't forget smart." she said to herself as she hurried down the corridor to the storage. She made it without incident, but there was a guard in there, waiting for an alert to head out after any escapees. "Balls," Rose muttered, then headed straight for him, gun drawn. It was easier than she'd thought it would be. Always said she didn't think she could do such a thing. Of course, she'd said all that before she'd spent two weeks in a cell with a legion of guards using her for a slave. Thoughts like that definitely made it easy, and she grabbed an envirosuit and got ready to make her way back to the TARDIS. She'd just started the bike when the comm sounded.

"Prisoner escape to surface. Number 52017, Doctor. Capture alive. Repeat, capture alive."

Rose nodded, "Alive. You got it." she said softly as she headed out onto the frozen surface, following the heat signal that was fading fast.

She found him easily, found him half covered in snow and ice, so cold he wasn't even shivering anymore. "You're all blue. Bloody stupid going out like that." she scolded, covering her terror with an angry tone.

He babbled incoherently, albeit rhythmically, for a moment before his eyes really focused on her and her words made their way in. "It was to save you, I might state in my defense."

"Do I look like I needed saving?" she snapped, the tone of her own voice shocking her at how much it sounded like her mum. "Here I am. I got us transport, whereas you got yourself frostbite, never mind me." She chattered as she moved behind him and hoisted him up. "Get up, then..."

"Can't. Legs won't work. Shame, I liked these legs."

She paused, half-dragging him to the snowbike. There was no way she could watch him change again. "You're not gonna..."

He shrugged as much as he could in that position. "Might."

"Doctor..."

"Honestly, Rose, I'm not in the best state, yeah? Right now I need to get somewhere warm, have some tea, and fast. Make sure I don't fall asleep, all right?"

He was serious, frighteningly so. They needed to get inside, but fast. She had him pillion before her and she heard him ask, "So where's the TARDIS, then?"

"You went out without knowing where to go?" she turned to glare at him, “They use these to find prisoners. Detects heat at fifty miles."

"Oh." There was a long pause. "Do I even want to know what you did to escape and get one?"

"Not really," she said, trying to sound light. Mostly it wasn't the time or place to tell him...and she wasn't entirely certain the time would ever be right. She waited a few minutes, grateful he didn't push like usual, then leaned to check on him, to keep him awake. "So what were you saying when I came to find you?" she asked, hoping he'd even remember.

"Limericks," he said quietly.

"Sorry?"

"Lim-ricks. Poems. Five lines, A-A-B-B-A. Usually bawdy." He paused, shivering a little. Good sign. "Actually, all of the ones I was quoting were bawdy. Like this one...'There once was a girl from Nantucket/Whose cu--'"

She blushed hot behind the mask, "Know that one."

"Oh. What about 'There once was a fellow called Tucker/Who, instructing a novice coc--'"

"Know that one too. You're not well, Doctor," she said, laughing out of nervousness, embarrassment, and genuine happiness that he still had his wits. "It didn't sound like English, when I saw you. Sounded French."

"I'd run out of English ones and gone on to other languages. Wasn't French. That was Euskara. Basque. They're dirty bastards, some of them. At least, those who write the limericks."

"What did it say? In English."

"I couldn't possibly."

"It's that bad?" Before he could answer, she hit the brake and the crampons and skidded to a stop just at the door of the TARDIS. Rose hauled him off the bike before she pulled out her TARDIS key and opened the door. He clung to her and she tried to hurry, fumbling a bit, then getting the door open.

"Legs still don't work," he announced, trying to get up and failing. "Even if they do, eventually, without me being dead, I'll probably lose a toe. Never lost one before. At least not without the rest of the foot."

Rose pulled her hood back and looked at him like he might be mad. Lucky if that's all you lose, just a toe, she thought as she dragged him inside and slammed the door tightly. She stripped out of her envirosuit quickly, dropping it to the floor along with gloves, glasses, and that scarf. All the way down to her 'uniform,' then she pushed him into the corner to get his sopping trainers off his feet.

"Let's check these toes then." she said, trying to keep it light; trying to force the fear and sense of doom away. They were in the TARDIS. Nothing bad could happen now. Except they could, he was frozen and even if she wasn't trained in medicine, she was sure the dark red-to-purple color of his toes wasn't a good sign. "All right, trousers next. Lets get you into something dry, get some tea on, and we'll figure out what to do from there." she said. There was no way he'd warm up in his wet suit, so she started stripping it from him without pretense or warning. Buttons, belt, fly, jacket off, shirt following, trousers and pants down with a little difficulty since the wet fabric wanted to cling.

The temperature of the room went up, the TARDIS taking care of it on her own. Rose smiled and ducked her chin then looked up into his eyes. "Got yourself in a bad spot Doctor, but you're not going to die. Just need to get you warm, inside and out." she said reassuringly and wrapped her arms around him, leading him back toward the living quarters, his skin so cold it passed directly through her satin slip and into her body. In all the time she'd traveled with him, all the times she'd imagined being naked with him, holding him, this was not how it went.

Half dragging, half carrying him, she got him back to his bed and went down with him to get him settled in under the covers. "Okay, Doctor. I'm going to get you all tucked in, warm and dry, and then I'll get the tea on." Rose said, her voice betraying her. Now this, in bed, arms and legs tangled together, this was how it went when she was alone in her bed with her fingers pressing in deep between her legs.

"Rose? Rose, I..." his voice broke. He was hoarse, the cold having done a number on his throat just from breathing. "...I don't know if tea's going to cut the mustard. I'm not warming up fast enough. Blood temperature's still down far too low."

Mustard? What? Rose looked at him for a moment, utterly baffled. He said some strange things at times, but...oh. Tight bands of fear constricted her chest and stole her air. This was dire. If he changed again, if he changed now...she couldn't do it again. She didn't even want to think about it, she'd already lost him once. "What..." she began, then stopped. Rose chewed on her bottom lip out of habit, considering all the warm things in the universe that might help. A spark of an idea hit her and she didn't weigh if it was appropriate or right. She couldn't let him die again. "Saw this on telly once. Don't get upset."

She sat back a bit and peeled off the satin and dropped it off the edge of the bed, then pulled the covers up high and pressed tight to him. Arms encircled him and she held him close, heartbeat to heartbeats, her stomach against his, thighs open a bit to share the warmth between them that was so hot it must have scorched him. She didn't want to think about it, not after the time in her cell, but it was hard not to, not with him right here, naked next to her, his body flushing and reacting to her. She could feel him pressing hard into her thigh. Her Doctor. The reason she'd gone to Rura Penthe to begin with. "Mountain climbers, right? 'S what they do, when someone freezes. Best way to warm someone up, right?"

"Um. Yeah. I think I heard that once," he squeaked as he squirmed right up against her.

"That's better, yeah? Little warmer?" she asked, trying to push away the thoughts of his hands on her, his mouth crushed to hers, her fingers in his hair. The memory of kissing him, even if it had been Cassandra, really, lingered and made her wish that she wasn't doing this to keep him alive. It made her wish he was well and healthy and ready for a go. It was dirty. Wrong. He was the Doctor, and fantasies were just something for herself...just to bring her off. Not like this. Not...God, he felt so good. Cold, but lanky and firm and so real and bare in her arms.

"Doctor?" she asked, sucking her lip in and wondering what he thought of her now...he had obviously put together what she'd done up with the guards. Not all of it, but some. "Doctor..." she whispered lower. She could feel his pulses, slow but strong. What he really needed was a good shot of adrenaline, something to get those hearts pumping, moving the blood warmed from her contact through his body.

"Yeah?" he asked, barely looking at her. She wasn't certain if he didn't want to or if he couldn't, but the fact that he was shivering so hard was a good thing...she thought. Still, if she could really get his hearts going...

Rose thought for a moment of things she could do that would provoke a reaction one way or another. Shock him, give him a scare, if she was lucky he'd react like a man. An Earth being...human. Maybe... she thought as she moved her warm hands lower and leaned in to speak low and soft. "Doctor, listen to me." she said, licking her lips slowly. "I'm going to try something, and swear you've never needed it so much."

That was all the warning she gave him before backing off and sliding down his body, trailing hot kisses down his body until she was between his legs. For a brief moment she thought about the guards and decided if anything would push those thoughts away, it would be this as she held his cock in warm fingers and closed her lips around him, sucking him in. Her whole body seemed aware and alive. She could feel the press of his thighs against her breasts, his knee against her elbow, the chill of his calves against her sides. She felt all that and it just made her want more.

"Rose, what are yo--" she heard from above her, but it wasn't a protest, just a question, so she didn't slow or stop. The warmth of her tongue soaked into his skin, and he got harder in her mouth. The sensation of his pulses as they grew stronger against her tongue made her groan and grind against the bed. Hands moved up and down the outsides of his thighs, then across and between.

He was moaning. Just the sound of it was a shot down her spine and she began to ache as she felt a slick rush between her legs. Moaning and then thrusting and fucking her mouth like she'd been dying for him to since...well, forever it seemed. She could feel wetness on her chin and she dragged her finger through it, then pushed back against his ass, nudging his legs wider apart. Without any warning, this might be more of a shock than her sucking him off, but then again, it might not be.

Either way, she slipped one wet finger slowly inside him as she sucked in hard, taking him all the way into her throat. Pulses throbbed faster against her tongue and she knew it was working. He was moaning, driving up into her mouth and back against her hand. Jesus, when was the last time this man got off? she wondered, frightened for a moment it might go too fast and not warm him all the way through. But it was so good, the feeling of him in her mouth, the way he worked back against her finger...she could tell he liked it and on the next rise she brought another finger up and he took two when he moved back onto her. Not before asking her something about if 'it was good', but she hadn't really been paying attention. If she'd wanted to chat him to death, she wouldn't be doing it from down here.

Chatting wasn't really an option anymore, not with him fucking her all the way back, nearly making her gag more than once. She found a rhythm she could manage and worked her fingers in deeper. She ground her hips forward, trying to find some friction, some kind of release. The point of this was for him but she was aroused beyond reason. The way he moved faster, jerking and tightening around her fingers, made her groan again and she pulled back just a bit, flexing her tongue to a hard ridge against the bottom of his cock and she kept the suction tight as she pulled back, feeling skin slip against hardness inside her mouth.

She felt his fingers in her hair, grasping and tugging and it dawned on her that for as eager as she'd been to do this, maybe it was a good thing the guards on Rura Penthe had made sure she'd been stuck with nearly every STI inoculation they could think of. Never can be too careful with alien races. Funny the things you think... she thought and would have laughed if he hadn't been for the pressure of her body pressing her clit into the bed, the hard pull on her scalp, or the throbbing heat against her tongue. She looked up at him through the tunnel under the cover that his arms made, watching how he reacted to her when she moved her tongue side to side, then curled it.

And what a sight to see. He was looking down at her as she raked her tongue against the bottom, just behind the head of his cock and he lost it. He swelled in her mouth and thrust hard and she nearly lost her hold as her mouth filled with wetness. So warm... she thought as she swallowed on reflex, fingers slowing but not withdrawing as she sucked with every pulse. Salty, a little bitter, he tasted like...like a man. Just like she knew he would. She wasn't ready for it to be done, not yet, but she didn't want to hurt him by not stopping, so she slowed and relaxed the tight suction, just holding him there until he pulled back.

His fingers fell from her hair and she finally let go of his cock and licked her lips and slid her fingers slowly from him. Her other hand wiped at her chin, not the most delicate maneuver, but necessary.

He brushed her hair back a little and whispered, "Rose...was...that on the telly then? With the mountain climbers?"

She stared at him for a full minute, waiting for it. He was getting much better at telling on his own when he was being rude. She didn't expect a declaration of love, or even a compliment or a thank you...but a question about climbers? Her eyebrow arched and she wondered if he'd been colder than she first thought.

It took him a bit, but she could see it register. "Didn't...I mean..." He paused. "Words aren't going to work, are they?"

So very much himself. Rude, but just as rude as before. Not addled. That's something, she thought. Before she could think of what to tell him she heard him say "Right." and then his hands were on her arms, pulling her up. He was insanely strong for being so much thinner than before, but it didn't really matter because he had pulled her high enough to kiss her. It was hungry, his tongue in her mouth and she whimpered against it, spreading her legs to straddle him and move one hand up to hold his hair almost as tightly as he'd held hers.

He was warmer than before, but still not up to her temperature; nothing close to the heat of her breasts or stomach and she was so hot between her legs that she knew he'd be able to tell what sucking him off had done for her.

He pulled back a little and she swallowed hard, bracing herself for...

"Rose, this..." he started, then leaned up and kissed her again, softer this time. His skin moved against hers, the soft scrape of his hair against her nipples making her clit burn until she ground down against him, opening against him a little, ""This can't...can't be all the time, yeah?"

If she'd been dressed, doing anything else at all, she might have rolled her eyes. I'm not an idiot. Nothing's all the time with you, she thought. Instead of saying anything so harsh, she just leaned in to kiss him again, sucking at his lip and drawing her tongue slow and soft across it.

She tightened her free hand into a fist, her knuckles cracking before she let go of the tension of a hundred thoughts. "Just...let me have this now, all right? Just once. You're going to die if I don't." she said, which sounded like such a line. She was frightened by the truth of it though. He still could, and then where would she be. "Just this once. Let me help you." she whispered and slid against his cock to feel him against her, even if he wasn't inside.

She rocked forward, shivering a little at the sensation. She had to tell herself momentarily that this was what she wanted. And she did, really. Had for a while, and if it hadn't been for the past two weeks...don't think about it, Rose. You went there for him, you got him, it's all worked out. He'll show you lovely things. Let it go. She gave herself such good advice, and somehow sounded just like her mum in her head. If only she'd ever listen.

"Okay." he whispered, watching her, and she was suddenly terrified he knew. Knew it all. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time it was hard and desperate. Maybe he'd think she wanted him that much. Maybe he'd think she was an insatiable harlot. Maybe he'd think anything other than what was in her head...fading away with the feeling of him beneath her, between her legs, his hearts beating almost as hard as hers.

Her hips moved on their own accord, sliding up and back, bearing down until she gasped softly, her ass rising until she ended with a snap and slipped forward, dragging her clit against his shaft. He wasn't hard yet, it'd be a bloody miracle if he had been, really, but it didn't deter her from moving above him.

For the heat. And friction. And...and because it felt too good not to.

"Sorry if this takes a bit..." he said, his fingers gliding across her back and raising gooseflesh on her arms until she leaned forward. He craned his neck up and nipped at her lips, then his tongue darted out and was soft and careful against her own. She wanted to cry at how gently he touched her. How he made everything better with just the offer of his hand or an embrace or a sweet, soft kiss.

"Mmm hmm." she murmured into the kiss as she held his cheek, feeling his jaw moving as he kissed her. His hands moved down her back and over the swell of her ass, pressing in as she rode smoothly, working her clit until she was gasping and moving faster. She could feel him getting harder with each stroke and it wasn't as long as she'd anticipated before she lifted and moved a bit until she felt him slip into place, then she dropped her weight and let the pressure of him fill her as she sat up and cried out. It was exquisite. Perfect. Everything she'd hoped for, and the fact that she was on top, taking what she needed as she gave him this willingly made it even better.

Rose pressed both hands to his chest and spread her fingers as she looked down at him, her hair falling into her face. "You know I'm the same, right? Same as always, Doctor." she said, her voice cracking. She'd said it to herself every night in the dark, every night in the bath as she scrubbed the scent of the guards from her skin. Same girl as before. Same girl who met the last of the Daleks. Same one who danced with Captain Jack. Same one who stood up to the Sycorax. Same girl who laughed with Sarah Jane. Same Rose from London, England, Earth, who called her mum when she could and traveled time and space with the Doctor. This man. The one beneath her, inside her, all around her all the time. If he still looked at her the same and not like some dirty chav then she could cope. Maybe not now, but in time.

In time.

"No one's ever the same, Rose. Everything changes us. But you're not bad, and you're not wrong." he said hoarsely, pausing for a moment to look deep into her eyes before he began moving with her, driving up with every thrust of hers; it was like most everything else really...the perfect team. She watched him close his lips on her breast and she sighed with the sensation of it, wondering what he tasted. How she tasted. She ground down and rose up on her knees, riding him hard and fast, feeling every inch of him slipping against her lips as she ached to let go. The drag of his skin and the near-painful scrape of wiry hair against her clit spurred her on as her breath caught with fits and starts. "Need it. Do it. Ohgod...ohgodohgodohgod...I'm gonna...fuck...fuckohgod..." and she dug her nails in as she fell forward against him, keening and tightening around his cock, thrusting slower each time as the brute force of it came, crested, and ebbed.

With her forehead resting against his shoulder, she felt him slow and stop. He didn't stop touching her though. Hands against her back, moving slowly as he waited for her to catch her breath.

"You're not bad, Rose, I promise. I say so."

And like everything else, if he said it, then it must be. Even his great lies had something to them that made them the Way Things Were. She wanted to tell him how much it meant. How scared she'd been. How only thoughts of what he would do had gotten her through some of the roughest times of their travels. She wanted to say so many things, but it wasn't right and it wasn't fair and she knew in her heart that while he might appreciate it, he'd never return her feelings the way she needed him to.

Rather than any of her other options, she sat back up a bit to look him in the eye. She smiled broadly, no warmth reaching her eyes.

"You're not bad yourself, Doctor." she said, trying for a bit of levity.

He stared at her for a good long time and she felt a kinship with him unlike ever before. She could almost see her own expression on his face...the one she used when he was being rude.

"You know that wasn't what I meant," he said simply. There was something in the way he looked at her then, not exactly sadness. If she had to name it, she'd have called it resignation, and suddenly she had the distinct feeling she'd made a huge mistake.

"I know. I...I know what you meant. I was just, uh, are you warmer?" she asked lamely, not certain quite what to do now. She'd never before wanted to hold on tight and run as fast as she could in the other direction as right now. And then he did that thing where he looked at her like she tired him out on a cellular level and she felt like the smallest thing in the universe. How is it he does that to me? And doesn't he know that I'm trying to be...

"I think I'll be all right. Just need a few days rest, yeah? Maybe a lie on a beach somewhere, or the desert." He paused. "You ever been with the Bedouin?"

And that was it. One moment she felt small, the next it was like the universe was a holiday and he was her own personal tour guide. She ducked her chin a little, almost afraid to move, and then smiled at him with genuine happiness. "I don't think so. Desert people, right? Arabia?"

"Some, but I was thinking more westerly. Morocco. They make fantastic coffee there, not to mention the lamb with couscous. And it's warm. Delightfully, deliciously warm! Then we could pop in to Casablanca, which isn't quite as pretty as the film...promise we'll show up after the war, get Rommel out of the way."

"I liked that movie." Rose said as she watched the way he looked at her. She could feel him between her legs, done. Done with her. He was warmer...it had worked. Sort of. Still...time and travel and the most amazing things in the universe. Surely something out there would compare to what she had right now, right here. She just needed to keep looking; he'd help her with that. "Let's do it." she said cheerfully, squealing with delight at the thought of moving on, and she leaned down to kiss him one more time.

"More than a movie, Rose. A real place and a real time. A time we'll be avoiding because we don't want to be shot at--" and he stopped, meeting her kiss more than she'd expected. He kissed her back tenderly, trying to raise up a little. He fell back onto the bed and slipped from between her legs, too.
"Rose...this is going to sound terrible. But would you possibly consider making some tea? I would, but I don't think my legs are working much."

"Oh, yah." she replied, laughing softly and climbing off the bed. "I was going to do that earlier. Must have slipped my mind what with the saving your life and..." she paused, distracted by looking for something to wear and settled on the dressing gown he'd snatched from her mum's. She slipped it on and tied it securely then returned to the bed to pull the covers up around him. "...Right. Tea. Tannins and free radicals. See? I pay attention."

He yawned so wide it was amazing his head didn't just come apart and flip open. "You do. If I fall asleep, I'm terribly sorry...wake me for the tea?"

Rose just nodded and went down to prepare a pot, hand in her pocket turning the Satsuma and wondering if there was time for a bath. He'd said not to let him sleep, but he was warmer and safer and it wouldn't be but a minute in the scheme of things. She didn't need to scrub hard and reassure herself of anything anymore. She could just soak and take all the time she wanted.