don't give rose ideas about spiking the rating please!
When Rose opened the door she was in very simple attire; jeans, black tank top, followed by some cheap black boots she found on the market the other day and just had to purchase! Thankfully, like most high heels, it made her rear bumper look rather nice. The only thing she spent hours on was the make up, but it was Rose Tyler: make up was a given always. Thankfully, she crimped her hair a few hours prior, so the only added ingredient to make her hair not so limp was gel. And oh, did she love gel!
Rose opened the door and was thankful to be the one that wasn't in casual wear (though seeing The Doctor in something other than pin stripes was--well, different in a good way!) Throwing her purse over her shoulder Rose smiled cheekily at him. Her date. Her Doctor. Her...
Well, there really wasn't a word to describe their relationship. Not exactly a love, since the two never consummated; not exactly a friend, since their bond was oh so much more. Then what? She didn't know, but Rose wasn't in too much of a rush to find out just yet. No need to sully the moments just being with him by obsessing over "what if's." They loved each other. Nothing else mattered.
And oh, how she hoped, deep down, that she'd give him Sara someday. It was a silly thought, but she was assured that he had silly thoughts himself.
"Are you going to stare at me all night, or are we actually going to do something?" Rose teased good-naturedly, throwing a wink in for good measure. "Like I said the last time; you could always come inside my hotel room but," at this, it was as if she embodied a little of Jack Harkness, how she leaned against the door way with wolfish grin on her countenance. "That might be a little inappropriate." The grin--yes, that grin!--was what broke any sort of innuendo into fits of giggles.