"Oh, Rose," he sighed, awash with post-coital bliss, "that's almost as good as when I had Jackie after Christmas dinner."
Rose shot up to a slightly more vertical position. "What? Oh." She settled back against her alien lover. "That's not funny."
"What isn't?"
"I know you didn't... do that because I was there all the time."
"No you weren't," he said, quite happily, "you and Mickey did the washing up, and meanwhile me and Jackie explored my new sexuality. I had to check I wasn't gay now, after all."
Rose was very upset about this, but the Doctor held her hand a lot so he clearly loved her, which made everything okay.
"Also," he added, slipping a hand between her thighs, "you're my mother."
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Date: 2006-04-14 11:07 pm (UTC)Rose shot up to a slightly more vertical position. "What? Oh." She settled back against her alien lover. "That's not funny."
"What isn't?"
"I know you didn't... do that because I was there all the time."
"No you weren't," he said, quite happily, "you and Mickey did the washing up, and meanwhile me and Jackie explored my new sexuality. I had to check I wasn't gay now, after all."
Rose was very upset about this, but the Doctor held her hand a lot so he clearly loved her, which made everything okay.
"Also," he added, slipping a hand between her thighs, "you're my mother."
Kill. Me. Now.