If you are not of age (18+) please do not go any further. Parents, I am not responsible for what your child reads. Warnings were given.

Now that's finished, I've battled whether to put this up here since later chapters are very VERY racy. But I have trust that all who venture here are adults in the eyes of the law. I hope you enjoy it! I look forward to the feedback.

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Rose concluded that she shouldn't have watch that film. Now she was all hot and bothered with her knickers soaked in a certain spot. It wasn't so much an erotic film but rather a sensual one. She was lying on the bed, propped by pillows watching the end credits roll up on screen. The Doctor had placed a television in her room when he had found it in one of the storage rooms. She never had to leave her room to look at the telly now, only to get DVDs if she wanted something specific.

Rose bit her bottom lip and clenched her thighs together, bringing very little relief. She had to do something about this else she would spontaneously combust. She wasn't feeling like just stroking her clit or using her fingers. She wanted to feel a bulk inside her, filling her and stretching her to her limit. Rose groaned aloud at that thought and regretted not buying herself a toy the last time she was on Earth. With this new Doctor, she was still randy as much as with her last Doctor. She wanted his thick pulsating length in her but she knew she could never have it. She would have to settle for something else and her imagination (which she was sure was no way near to the real thing).

Rose quickly looked around her room and found nothing to mimic a hard penis. She frowned and slipped on her pyjamas pants. She was going to have to hunt for her make-believe cock. An idea of what rapidly formed in her head and thus she headed to the galley, swiftly and quietly. The Doctor no doubt would be waking, prowling about the ship, doing whatever he did at night. Almost silent steps granted her entrance to the galley where she began her search. It did not take her long as on the counter had a bunch of perfect bananas on a hook. She made a small squeal of glee as she plucked one and moved to the sink. She was not going to bed unsatisfied tonight.

The Doctor swore rather loudly in the empty console room. Damn this new body. He was rather…receptive to the pheromones his delicious companion was dumping all over the place. He then swore at the TARDIS for channelling the airflow from Rose to him. She zapped him for that to which he swore again and stuck his fingers in his mouth, fuming. He knew Rose was attracted to him in his last body, which confused the genius out of him. Now in this younger prettier body, she was obviously still very much attracted to him.

He wasn't a voyeur but when he passed her room at night to check that she was fine, he sometimes heard the sensual moans of Rose pleasuring herself. His nostrils would flare as he inhaled the delectable scent of her arousal as his hand battled if to grab doorknob and enter. He wanted to. Every time he passed and heard those beautiful sounds he would stop and listen until she finished, ending off with a satisfied hum or sigh before she cleaned herself up (his hearing was that good).

The Doctor went off in search of his companion. She was clearly not in her room as the airflow seemed to come with the scents of the galley. He wondered what she was doing there. Was she hungry this late in the night cycle? She would usually be done masturbating and asleep at this time so something broke her routine. He turned the corridor into the galley to see Rose furiously scrubbing the skin of a banana in the sink.

"What are you doing?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice, her eyes wide as if she got caught doing something she shouldn't be doing. He raised his eyebrow and nodded to the fruit she clutched in her hand. She fidgeted and looked uncomfortable in front of him. She was nervous he surmised. Since when was Rose nervous around him?

"I was hungry." Her voice lacked any conviction. She refused to meet his eyes as she spoke. Well wasn't this jolly. His Rose was lying to him!

"I don't think you are."

At that she finally met his gaze, looking like the child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Judging from the pheromones you are releasing like the great flood," he moved to trap her between the sink and himself, "you…are…horny…"

She gasped at his revelation and opened her mouth to deny anything he said. He placed a finger on her lips to silence her. This was such fun.

"I have an idea what you're going to do with this," he said while lazily stroking the banana with his fingers like it was his cock. Rose was fixated on his movements. His thumb brushed the top of the fruit and she sharply inhaled. He smirked and moved forward. His lips brushed the shell of her ear which made her softly cry out. He was going in for the kill.

"I want to watch."