Pairing: The Doctor/Martha
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 17. Wish I didn't love you.
Disclaimer: Belongs to the Beeb, who coincidently also own my soul.
"The hell is wrong with you?" She's back on her feet and shoving her finger into the middle of his chest.
"You give more mixed signals than a broken CV." Her voice is sweet with wine but still sizzling and angry. "Do you want me? If you do, do something. If you don't, leave me alone. Go find some blonde bimbo to toy with!"
He's somewhat insulted, because Rose was far from a bimbo, but he blames that insult on the wine, too.
He takes a deep breath. "It would be easier if I didn't want to be here."