Adult Adulation
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By Sonic Jules
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Disclaimer: Doctor Who and the characters of said show do not belong to me, no matter how hard I've wished for it. No infringement meant on the owners and associates, nor BBC.
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A/N 1: So here is yet another one of those stories. You know you've seen them before in different variations. But my silly muse didn't have enough originality to dream up something stupendously brilliant on it's own. In my defense, however, this is my version of how Rose might act/react if she'd accidentally ingested an aphrodisiac. So hopefully it won't sound too similar to those wonderful stories I've read before, and their authors won't feel ripped off...
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A/N 2: A special heart-felt thanks to my beta Catharticone, who has the insight and proper words to make my work look decent. (Really, without her, this would be awful!)
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Chapter One:
Blue Butter-Cream Daisies
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They entered the TARDIS with a flourish, ready to leave the steamy planet of Hedonia and relax for a bit. It had been a hard two weeks in the Chafe Community, and that pun was definitely intended.
It was a watery celestial body with only one island surrounded by billions and billions of gallons of water. The isle had been discovered and populated many millennia ago, practically rebuilt and resized slightly to suit its founders, with the finishing touch of a force field, erected to keep the land from eroding quickly with the construction which had been thrust upon it. Once all that had been done, it became one of the highest rated pleasure planets in its galaxy.
Unfortunately that very force field was deteriorating. It was weakening with every second that ticked by, trapping its inhabitants because no rescue vehicles dared go there, fearing the impending doom of its watery destruction which would ultimately suck in any nearby aircraft when it collapsed.
Of course the TARDIS had landed the Time Lord and Rose right in the middle of it, answering the universal call of distress, and the Doctor had readily agreed to help the fearful business owners, employees, and guests. It would take time, but he assured them it could be done. That wasn't the problem.
The problem turned out to be the inhabitants and their lack of shyness where sex was concerned. It really was why the place had become so popular: Plan your vacation for a week or two, live your life in the porn fantasy of your choice.
Aphrodisiacs were plentiful, and the Doctor did his best to keep Rose away from the libido enhancing treats. Still, he was very happy when the day had been saved - brilliantly, of course - and he and Rose were back inside the TARDIS. They'd both declined to participate in the celebration in their honor - considering what the party plans were, exactly - and the Doctor had sighed with relief when he'd finally ushered himself and Rose into the Vortex.
"I thought it was a rather lovely place." Rose interrupted his thoughts, bringing him back to the here and now.
"What?" he asked, his tone genuinely surprised. He certainly didn't expect his young and somewhat naive companion to be so welcoming of openly displayed acts of sex. Some had even caught him off guard...
"It was! People wanderin' around, uninhibited and comfortable with the way they looked, no matter how old they were or what shape they were in. You know, the Earth could learn a thing or two from those folks. No one feelin' bad about their appearance an' no one thinkin' they were better than any other bloke. It was kinda nice."
"Well, many planets have some similarities, but what makes them so fun to visit is the diversity you can find on each. I didn't think you'd be so enthralled with this one, though."
"Yeah, I wasn't at first. I s'pose the place just grew on me."
The Time Lord simply raised an eyebrow at Rose.
"What?" she asked in reaction to his expression.
"You didn't drink any of the cocktails they offered while I wasn't looking, did you?" He observed her with scrutiny.
"'Course not! You told me not to."
A grin grew on the Time Lord's face. "Good. Very good."
"I'm gonna go take a shower. See you in a bit," Rose said as she headed down the hallway.
"What about something to eat? Surely you're famished by now," the Doctor hollered over his shoulder toward his companion as he finished tapping in the coordinates for a charming bistro in the Quadth Quadrant.
"Nah, I'm good. Ate while you were surrounded by all those men and women wantin' to thank you for savin' the day in their own special way," Rose yelled back. He imagined he could actually hear the smirk on her face.
"Of course you did," the Doctor began, muttering to himself because he knew she couldn't hear him, now that she was well out of range. He leaned over the console as he undid the settings and began talking to himself. "I work myself silly, non-stop mind you, and she's off eating the local cuisine." He huffed indignantly for a moment, then suddenly froze.
"Oh." He looked down the empty corridor. "Oh no. Please tell me you didn't eat the blue butter-cream daisies?" he voiced with alarm. "Rose?"
Well, if she had there was nothing for it now. Only time, his dear old friend and sometime nemesis, would tell.
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To be continued...
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