*shoves giggly Rose and ruffle Doctor in your direction*
Doctor: *blink* Well, don't look at me. She did it *points at Rose*. There I was, sleeping, and I wake up and she's trying to kiss me. Rose: Seem to remember you launched yourself at me actually. Doctor: What? No. No... launching. Rose: *takes his hand* No? S'pose you don't want to continue where we left off, then. Doctor: ...Um. We have to - *laughs* - go, yes. Now. Bye! Rose: *wink*
The Doctor rolls a four and a one. Rose looks at the notebook.
“Howard….Jordan.”
“No. How did Howard get on there?”
Rose rolled her eyes and then rolled the dice. 3 and 6.
“Benji Saxon.”
“Not Saxon. Definitely not Saxon. No. Just. No. And not Benji either. Honestly Rose, where did you find these names?”
“A book. And we can’t exactly throw darts at it. The pages stick together. Look it’s just for…documents and aliases and stuff like that. It’s not like anyone’s going to really use it. Much. You’ll still be the Doctor.”
“Will I?”
Rose leans forward and kisses him on the nose. “Always. But I have to say, I don't think you gave Benji enough thought. It really rolls off the tongue.”
The Doctor takes her hand and suddenly becomes very interested in the veins along the back of it.
“Not Benji. What about Tyler?”
“For a first name?”
“For….for a last name.” He’s rubbing his hands over one of her fingers very deliberately. Rose pushes the notebooks and pencils and scoots as close to the Doctor as their legs will allow.
“Maybe. One day, eventually, if you ask me properly.” The Doctor rests his forehead against hers and wonders how proper a proposal can get. He’s just starting to figure out how to choreograph the all-dolphin synchronized swimming part when Rose says very softly.
“What about Noble?”
“Noble?”
“Yeah. Last name. ‘Cuz we’re avoiding Smith. It would be….or, no, would that be too…forget it, it’s not.”
“It’s good.” He says, kissing her properly. “I like it. Thank you.”
Rose smiles, and rearranges herself so that she’s properly sitting in his lap. “Now we just need a first name. How about….” She eyes her list behind his head.
“Coooorbin?”
He groans and Rose laughs and eventually they just end up in a heap on the floor.
"Rose, I think someone sold you a defective book. It's faulty. It's full of faulty names. You have to return it. Or give it to me, to dispose of properly."
"Quiet, Benji."
They don’t decide on a first name that day, but his last name sticks with him for a long time. Long enough to trade it in for Tyler “properly”.
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*shoves giggly Rose and ruffle Doctor in your direction*
Doctor: *blink* Well, don't look at me. She did it *points at Rose*. There I was, sleeping, and I wake up and she's trying to kiss me.
Rose: Seem to remember you launched yourself at me actually.
Doctor: What? No. No... launching.
Rose: *takes his hand* No? S'pose you don't want to continue where we left off, then.
Doctor: ...Um. We have to - *laughs* - go, yes. Now. Bye!
Rose: *wink*
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*snips*
The Doctor rolls a four and a one. Rose looks at the notebook.
“Howard….Jordan.”
“No. How did Howard get on there?”
Rose rolled her eyes and then rolled the dice. 3 and 6.
“Benji Saxon.”
“Not Saxon. Definitely not Saxon. No. Just. No. And not Benji either. Honestly Rose, where did you find these names?”
“A book. And we can’t exactly throw darts at it. The pages stick together. Look it’s just for…documents and aliases and stuff like that. It’s not like anyone’s going to really use it. Much. You’ll still be the Doctor.”
“Will I?”
Rose leans forward and kisses him on the nose. “Always. But I have to say, I don't think you gave Benji enough thought. It really rolls off the tongue.”
The Doctor takes her hand and suddenly becomes very interested in the veins along the back of it.
“Not Benji. What about Tyler?”
“For a first name?”
“For….for a last name.” He’s rubbing his hands over one of her fingers very deliberately. Rose pushes the notebooks and pencils and scoots as close to the Doctor as their legs will allow.
“Maybe. One day, eventually, if you ask me properly.” The Doctor rests his forehead against hers and wonders how proper a proposal can get. He’s just starting to figure out how to choreograph the all-dolphin synchronized swimming part when Rose says very softly.
“What about Noble?”
“Noble?”
“Yeah. Last name. ‘Cuz we’re avoiding Smith. It would be….or, no, would that be too…forget it, it’s not.”
“It’s good.” He says, kissing her properly. “I like it. Thank you.”
Rose smiles, and rearranges herself so that she’s properly sitting in his lap. “Now we just need a first name. How about….” She eyes her list behind his head.
“Coooorbin?”
He groans and Rose laughs and eventually they just end up in a heap on the floor.
"Rose, I think someone sold you a defective book. It's faulty. It's full of faulty names. You have to return it. Or give it to me, to dispose of properly."
"Quiet, Benji."
They don’t decide on a first name that day, but his last name sticks with him for a long time. Long enough to trade it in for Tyler “properly”.
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