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

[dark-tardis.livejournal.com]

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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[handy-sparehand.livejournal.com]

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?"

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

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.

[handy-sparehand.livejournal.com]

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?"

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

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.

[handy-sparehand.livejournal.com]

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.

[xrose-badwolfx.livejournal.com]

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.

[handy-sparehand.livejournal.com]

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.