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On a mission to cheer Rose up. (open to all recent companions on Rose's TARDIS )

The TARDIS had been worried about how much Rose had been drinking lately, she needed to cheer up a bit, or at least not drink herself stupid as much. So the firey redheaded projection, left the ship version of herself, and started to walk down the street. To those that weren't aware of what she was, she passed as a typical twenty year old woman. However if somebody were to bump into her, or touch her, they'd see she was nothing more then a hologram, at least for now.

She wasn't sure what to do to make the dark haired Rose cheer up, but she was determined to find something, well something other then liquor, and cigarettes.

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This Rose...no Rose should be like this. If he had a target, he would have hunted down whatever or whoever did this to her, but even the limited number of memories he'd seen told him there was nothing. So his lone heart went out to her, an he squeezed her shoulder slightly. "You only had to ask, Rose. there's nowhere I'd rather be."

She smiled at his response, feeling a mix of joy, excitement, and the still present buzz of liquor, Rose hugged him tight before kissing him again. This time however there was no telepathic images flowing, just the simple joy of knowing she had somebody that understood her. Well somebody she fancied anyway, she didn't feel the need to hold anything back and let the snog become a bit more then just that kissed him as she then proceeded to bite his neck, and dug her long nails into his bare back, scratching some as she moved her hands down around his waist.

Joyful smiling was a good thing. It ought to be Rose Tyler's default state of being. Among many personal missions, one was to ensure that as often as possible, and this woman...this poor, unfortunate Rose, deserved it especially.

Given a choice between two, he would almost always choose the sort of snogging that did not end with searing images of the vortex. Incidentally, that was another way he diverged from his other self. But one he didn't mind at all. He found he quite enjoyed snogging.

That said, he held no objections to pushing further than that. He remained very enthusiastic about tugging her shirt free enough to explore familiar-unfamiliar skin and return her favor with much shorter nails.

At first, Rose felt a bit uncomfortable about the idea of the Doctor touching her, simply because there were a lot of scars on her body, some very deep and easily noticeable when he touched her. But after a moment, she didn't hesitate to remove her shirt, followed by his, and continued to kiss, and bite him.

Now, he truly was the last person Rose should have worried about being turned away by her scars. He'd seen and had much worse, and, well, by some approximations he himself was missing at least half of his internal organs. Physical imperfections were the least of his concerns.

Although, it had to be said, even if there were some shocking difference, it wouldn't matter to him. Rose simply was and that was enough for him, no further qualifications.

He returned her bites with nips of his own. It was a good deal more aggressive than Rose usually was, but it wasn't something he was unused to. His fingers, meanwhile, traced and mapped and memorized scars. They were a part of her, as much as her hair--whether peroxide or dark--and as much a part of this one as the smell of smoke and liquor and the crackling of the vortex permeating er skin.

The dark haired woman, proceeded to undress him completely, with every kiss and bite she grew more and more aggressive.
Rose was more dominant and showed it by how quickly and aggressively she fully undressed herself and him, before pushing him with full force back down onto her bed pinning his arms down next to his head, her grip was tight and she smirked some saying, "hope you like it ruff..." That was all she said before she allowed herself to truly, become close to him.

Oh, he didn't mind aggressiveness or assertiveness. It was different from usual, but not a bad different. Although, he would make no promises about whether he'd keep his hands so inactive for long. He really liked his hands.

He spared a brief grin, before leaning upward--easily enough despite the positioning of his arms--and kissed away any other remarks she might have been holding in reserve.

Seth had been working on hacking into the main military systems, when he managed to pull some very important information regarding, where they were going to be looking next to try and find Silence.

After a moment, he proceeded to walk towards Rose's room, she had told him that when her door was unlocked they could just come in, especially when she was drunk because often times she either was listening to music to loud to hear anybody, or resting from another migraine and didn't want to leave the room. In this case however it was neither one, and when he opened the door he saw the woman naked on top of somebody his mind went completely blank and his only response "oh gross..." He wasn't actually grossed out by it, but rather it was a bit of a cold awkward joke.

His senses were such that he was dimly aware of company before the unfamiliar voice spoke, but it didn't register as anything he needed to respond to until then.

He gave a startled sound at the voice, though, and sat up quickly out of an effort to preserve Rose's modesty from...well, whoever that was.

When Rose heard the remark she turned and glared. "Bloody hell! Don't you know how to knock?!" She snapped, as she got up not even bothering to cover herself, or think to give the Doctor something to cover with either.

She moved over to him pissed off, "Somebody had better be dieing right now, otherwise I'm going to kill you!" She snapped at him.

For a moment he didn't know how to respond to her anger, then made the one mistake that would have inevitably gotten his face beaten in. He glanced down It was far from intentional. He wasn't aware the humanoid TARDIS was standing a few feet down the hall chuckling at him.

He hopped up after Rose, frowning in irritation at the...man. Who was this person? He remained the jealous sort, even as a half-human metacrisis. That was one of the things that simply never changed.

"Who are you?"

Rose didn't give Seth a chance to answer the Doctor's question, instead given the fact he looked at her nude figure, be it intentionally or not, she punched him as hard as she possibly could, before slamming him up against the door frame her eyes dark and angry, "we'll talk later, now get the fuck out of here." She said her words soft and angered. With that being said she shoved him full force out of the door way and closed the door before locking it.

When she was alone with the Doctor, she used some of that left over anger towards something a bit more fun.

Rose then spun him around slamming him against the door, before biting fairly hardly on his neck, then moving back towards his lips, nipping at them some as she kissed him.

This...this Rose was violent. More violent than Rose ever was, anyway. It was a bit disconcerting, and a bit upsetting. He'd never have thought that Rose would have needed one of him to keep her sanity. It'd always been the other way around, hadn't it?

The man--who was he?!--vanished too quickly to recover from her attack and properly answer him, but that did not mean the Doctor wanted an answer any less.

Much as he liked Rose and kissing and kissing Rose, he liked answers, too. "Rose?" He flailed a bit to keep his words from being unrecognizably muffled. "Rose! Who is that? What's going on?"

Rose, just glared a bit displeased at him, then said, "oi... he's a companion we rescued, he used to work for the military and we're helping him find somebody. Nothing you need to worry about right away." She said as she then threw him on the bed and held him down once again, as she tried to kiss him in such a way that he could ask anything else.

He'd had much worse glares in his life, from Rose herself even, so the look did nothing to dispel his curiosity. Her answer helped a bit, though.

And he really did like the whole kissing thing. Well, the naked-bed-snogging thing. With Rose. Really, he did. He supposed, given her compelling argument, questioning what a military man was doing on the TARDIS--wandering into Rose's room like he belonged there--could wait until a bit later.

That said, he wriggled his hands free this time, and cupped them around her jaw instead. He liked the feel of her skin, and he was curious what her hair would feel like when it wasn't abused with so much peroxide.

Rose, pressed her nude figure against his as her kisses got much deeper. She felt his hand feeling her fair skin and hair, then after a moment she rolled him on top of her, clawing his back with pleasure at the way he felt and tasted.

Admittedly, were he given the choice, he preferred the image of her beneath, rather than above, and the active role the position afforded him. He liked activity. Passivity was a choice for a lifetime ago.

The nails drew a hiss and harsher nips in response, but she had said--well, implied really, but he worked with what he could--she liked it rough, so he gave back as good as he got. It was different than he'd normally experienced with Rose, but not in any unfortunate way. He was very good at adapting.

Of course, really, even if he weren't, it was Rose. That was enough for him. It always was.

He'd like to think, in retrospect, the feeling was mutual.

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