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The Doctor found Rose in the kitchen, waiting for tea to brew one morning.
She was looking down at her mobile while munching on a strawberry. It must have been delicious because she gave a small moan of pleasure. The Doctor never thought he’d want to be a strawberry, but he did in that moment.
Rose smiled as he approached, strawberry juice clinging to her lips. Her hair was a riot and her clothes were rumpled, but she looked as beautiful as ever. He swept her into a kiss. He’d show her he was better than any piece of fruit.