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The Week Rose Tyler Wore Nothing But Sundresses
[Thursday] [Friday]
[dress]
Still for this person, :P
Rose Tyler was an honest woman. Apart from the little fibs she told or went along with on their travels, she tended to tell the truth. It was one of the qualities the Doctor loved about her.
But if you asked her if she’d planned this, then she would absolutely, 100% lie.
Because she had. She so, totally had.
Well, it had started harmless enough. She just felt like wearing a dress one day, and the next day, and by the third day the Doctor’s responses to her attire had become pleasantly delightful. He was looking and she knew it. So she’d worn another. And another. Yesterday she’d decided to try a little more alluring number and she could tell he liked it. In fact, he’d liked it so much he’d forgotten to mention the planet they were visiting was cold.
Though part of her wondered if he hadn’t secretly planned it.
He told her they’d be going to Earth during the summertime, though, so she’d decided to take advantage of that. And now it seemed the TARDIS was wanting to help because when Rose went looking for a dress to wear today, she found a rack of dresses that were much different than the ones she’d begun with. Shorter, more elegant, and some downright sexy. She chose a small violet dress with white patterning around around the hems that didn’t even touch her knees with a v-neck that scarcely concealed her bra.
She barely managed to stifle her giggle at the slack-jawed expression on his face when he saw her.
The day was warm enough and the breeze was cool enough that she didn’t sweat but wasn’t chilled. The two of them walked hand in hand towards a village they could see in the distance. He prattled on like he always did but she could feel his eyes on her more than the landscape. Her smile had nothing to do with the joke he’d just made.
It was all going well until they got into town and they quickly realized that the town was not a simple country town as she’d first thought but was actually a village and the Doctor had landed them several centuries too early. The people were still quite modest and conservative. Any one of the other dresses she’d worn this week might have been acceptable but today she had made an effort to look enticing. Well, it worked.
Within ten minutes of arriving she’d been branded a harlot and how dare the Doctor put his harms around her in such a way, the heathen!
When a priest marched towards them with a constable the Doctor decided it was time to go.
“Rose?”
“Hmm?” she murmured, unaware of the approaching law.
“Run.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/9bdba8ccf0e1a577b352aed01dc39472/tumblr_mlhte6nYiy1rg3gozo1_500.jpg)
The Week Rose Tyler Wore Nothing But Sundresses
[Thursday] [Friday]
[dress]
Still for this person, :P
Rose Tyler was an honest woman. Apart from the little fibs she told or went along with on their travels, she tended to tell the truth. It was one of the qualities the Doctor loved about her.
But if you asked her if she’d planned this, then she would absolutely, 100% lie.
Because she had. She so, totally had.
Well, it had started harmless enough. She just felt like wearing a dress one day, and the next day, and by the third day the Doctor’s responses to her attire had become pleasantly delightful. He was looking and she knew it. So she’d worn another. And another. Yesterday she’d decided to try a little more alluring number and she could tell he liked it. In fact, he’d liked it so much he’d forgotten to mention the planet they were visiting was cold.
Though part of her wondered if he hadn’t secretly planned it.
He told her they’d be going to Earth during the summertime, though, so she’d decided to take advantage of that. And now it seemed the TARDIS was wanting to help because when Rose went looking for a dress to wear today, she found a rack of dresses that were much different than the ones she’d begun with. Shorter, more elegant, and some downright sexy. She chose a small violet dress with white patterning around around the hems that didn’t even touch her knees with a v-neck that scarcely concealed her bra.
She barely managed to stifle her giggle at the slack-jawed expression on his face when he saw her.
The day was warm enough and the breeze was cool enough that she didn’t sweat but wasn’t chilled. The two of them walked hand in hand towards a village they could see in the distance. He prattled on like he always did but she could feel his eyes on her more than the landscape. Her smile had nothing to do with the joke he’d just made.
It was all going well until they got into town and they quickly realized that the town was not a simple country town as she’d first thought but was actually a village and the Doctor had landed them several centuries too early. The people were still quite modest and conservative. Any one of the other dresses she’d worn this week might have been acceptable but today she had made an effort to look enticing. Well, it worked.
Within ten minutes of arriving she’d been branded a harlot and how dare the Doctor put his harms around her in such a way, the heathen!
When a priest marched towards them with a constable the Doctor decided it was time to go.
“Rose?”
“Hmm?” she murmured, unaware of the approaching law.
“Run.”

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