“Doctor, where d’you keep the scissors?” Rose called from somewhere in the TARDIS.
“In the scissor drawer,” the Doctor yelled back from somewhere else.
“Where d’you keep the scissor drawer?”
The Doctor was about to shout a reply (something immeasurably witty, no doubt) but she cut him off with a shout of her own.
“Never mind, I found some! Now come here!”
“Not a clue… There’s a weird looking rocking horse, if that helps.”
“That’s not a rocking horse,” the Doctor said, appearing in the doorway mere seconds later and looking exceedingly proud of himself for having found her. “That’s a priceless piece of Avalonian art.”
“Oh,” Rose said from her seat on the ‘art’. “Well, it moves like a rocking horse and looks like a rocking horse, so…”
“Alright, alright, it’s a rocking horse.” The Doctor flashed her a grin
“Why d’you – Actually, never mind. Get over here,” she said, dismounting. “I’m going to cut your hair.”
“Oh no. No, no. Absolutely not.” The timelord was backing away, on the verge of fleeing, but Rose Tyler moved faster.
“Oh yes,” she said triumphantly, dragging him fully into the room and sitting him down in a chair. She pulled out a pair of scissors and cautioned him to stay very still, or she’d accidentally cut off his ear.
“I’d grow it back,” he muttered petulantly.
She ran her hands through his hair and started trimming bits here and there. The problem was, she kept getting distracted by the way his hair felt in her hands.
“Shut it, I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Rose,” he said again, more insistently this time. One of his hands reached up and grabbed hers, and she let herself be pulled down onto his lap. They both laughed, and Rose tossed the scissors over her shoulder.
“You’re a mess,” she chortled, tangling her fingers in his hair again. He growled and pulled her face up to meet his.
“Shut it, I’m trying to concentrate,” he mimicked and before she could retort, his lips were crashing down on hers.
