A Stolen Moment

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The TARDIS's hum grew softer as she made her way to her quarters. She changed into her pajamas, her thoughts swirling like the TARDIS itself. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying their conversation over and over. His proximity, the warmth of his body, his almost-confession—it all felt so real, so tangible.

But the Doctor had retreated, as he often did when things got too intense. It was his way of coping, she knew that. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sting of rejection. Was it all in her head? Was she just imagining the connection that seemed to pulse between them?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the TARDIS door opening and closing. She sat up, listening intently. The Doctor didn't often visit her quarters unless it was an emergency. She heard his footsteps approaching, and her heart skipped a beat.

He stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the soft light from the corridor. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice tentative.

Rose sat up, her voice barely above a whisper. "No."

He took a step inside, and she could see the indecision in his eyes. "Me neither." He sat down on the edge of her bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. They stared at each other, the air thick with anticipation.

Finally, the Doctor spoke. "I don't know if this is a good idea, but I can't just ignore it anymore."

Rose's heart pounded in her chest. "What can't you ignore?"

He took a deep breath, and when he spoke, his voice was steady. "You. Us. This... thing." He paused, searching for the right words. "It's like... gravity, pulling us together."

Rose felt a warmth spread through her body. "I know," she whispered. "I feel it too."

He leaned closer, his eyes locked on hers. "Then what do we do about it?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning. They both knew the answer, but neither wanted to be the first to say it.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she reached out and took his hand. His fingers twined with hers, and the energy between them grew stronger. "We could start," she said, "by not ignoring it."

The Doctor nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. He leaned in, and their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle, almost chaste, but it was filled with a passion that had been simmering for what felt like an eternity.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Their arms wrapped around each other, pulling them closer. The universe outside the TARDIS faded away, leaving only the two of them and the intensity of their feelings.

For a brief, stolen moment, they allowed themselves to be lost in the warmth of their embrace, the promise of what was to come. But the TARDIS had a way of reminding them of the perils of the time-stream, and a sudden jolt brought them back to reality.

They pulled away, both slightly startled. "We can't," the Doctor murmured, his voice filled with regret. "We have responsibilities."

Rose nodded, understanding. "But we can't ignore it forever."

He squeezed her hand. "No, we can't."They sat there, holding onto each other, the future as uncertain as their next destination. But for now, they had this moment, a promise of what could be if they dared to follow their hearts through the vast expanse of time and space.