This is a really random story.

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The Doctor stared at his broken toilet in dismay. He hadn't meant to break it, honest. It just happened! Rose came running in.

"What the hell was that noise?" She asked, breathlessly. The Doctor pointed to the toilet, and she frowned. "How did you do that?"

"Well, I was just...using it, and CRACK! It broke," The Doctor lied, and Rose could tell. She raised an eyebrow and leaned against his sink.

"Just using it?" She looked at him with disbelief, and the Doctor nodded.

Earlier on...

"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, crying all the time!" The Doctor sang, as he was dancing around his bathroom in a Elvis wig and glasses. "Thank you, thank you very much," He said, in a gruff Elvis voice. He jumped on to his toilet and started to do the air guitar, going over the top. All of a sudden, he heard a noise that didn't sound too good. It sounded like the pipes had burst, and then the toilet cracked. The Doctor fell off and landed with an "Oof!" He got himself up, and started at his broken toilet. He couldn't use it now!

And he was dying to go to the loo...

"But the toilet seat's not up," Rose noticed.

"Who are you, Inspector Morse?" The Doctor retorted and Rose sighed.

"OK, tell me the truth. I can take it."

"Fine. I was...well...dancing along to Elvis, and I then jumped on the toilet, and it fell off!" The Doctor explained, and Rose could feel laughter rising from her chest. She tried not to giggle, but she couldn't help it! "You're not going to laugh are you?" He asked, uncertain of her next movement. Rose shook her head, but she was shaking with silent laughter. The Doctor crossed his arms. "It's not funny you know! Elvis is deadly!" That set Rose off. She was laughing so much, it actually hurt. The Doctor rolled his eyes and stormed out.

"You're pathetic!" He muttered, and grabbed his wig on his way out.

"Elvis has left the building," Rose called after him, and that set her off in another fit of giggles. The Doctor was going to kill her!

The Doctor was trying to fix the toilet, but there was no such luck.

"How is the toilet coming along?" Rose asked, leaning against the door frame. The Doctor shrugged, not looking up at her. He was still annoyed with her after she laughed at him! "Oh, are you gonna ignore me?" She sat down on the floor next to him, and he could smell her. She smelt like perfume and mints, and he caught a whiff of her fruit shampoo. Ohh, she smelt nice.

"I'm not ignoring you, I'm trying to fix this," The Doctor told her, as he fixed a bolt with a spanner. Rose nodded and handed him the sonic.

"Why don't you use this?"

"The Sonic isn't to be used for everything. Besides, it needs a rest," The Doctor explained, and he put the sonic down.

"How long have you had it for?" Rose asked, tucking her blond hair behind her ears.

"Oh, I dunno. A long time, that's for sure," The Doctor replied, and he got out his glasses and perched them on his nose. Rose loved those glasses. He didn't really need them, of course, but she knew they made him feel clever, and that was good enough for her.

"Damn it!" He cried.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't fix this bloody toilet!" He ran his hands through his brown, already tousled hair and sighed. He chucked the spanner on the floor, narrowly missing Rose. "I give up. You win toilet!" He told it, and he got up.

"What are you gonna' do?" Rose asked, following him out.

"I'm going to have to share yours, is that OK with you?" He walked into Rose's bathroom and sniffed. "Well, could be worse, I suppose."

"Oi!" Rose exclaimed, and slapped him on the arm. The Doctor glanced in the mirror.

"God, my hair!"

"You're so vain," Rose chuckled. "And anyway, I think your hair looks nice think that. All tousled and...manly," She added, with wink. She smiled, and it wasn't just any smile, oh no, it was the famous tongue peeping through her teeth smile that made the Doctor melt inside. The Doctor grinned.

"It is very manly, isn't it," He checked himself out and smiled at Rose.

The next morning, the Doctor shuffled into Rose's bathroom and grabbed his shaver. He then noticed that Rose was in the shower, so he tried to look away. But somehow, he couldn't...

"Rose, I'm just doing my teeth," The Doctor called. Rose's eyes widened when she heard his voice.

"Do you have to do it now. I'm kinda' in the shower."

"Yeah, and you're doing a lovely job," He grinned, and Rose sighed. "Anyway, I won't look when you get out, I promise," He told her, but he crossed his fingers.

"Good," She started to hum to herself as she rubbed the shampoo into her hair. The Doctor really wanted to open the shower, just for a look... No, naughty Doctor. She was his companion, not his lover. Although...

"Hey, could you pass me the soap?" She asked, and she stuck her hand out of the steamed up shower. The Doctor handed it to her and carried on shaving. "Ta." Rose stepped out of the shower a few minutes later, and the Doctor was still doing his teeth. "You still here?" She raised an eyebrow, and wrapped the tower closer.

"Well, first I shaved my face, and then I did my teeth. And I like to take care of my teeth, so I will take as long as possible," He told her. She then slipped on his wet face towel and came hurtling towards the Doctor. He grabbed her just in time, and he took in her fruity smell. They stood there, holding each other for a while, wondering who was going to make the first move.

"I'm in my towel," Rose said softly, into his ear, her breath tickling his ear drum. He gulped and nodded, not wanting to make any sudden movements. Rose felt his newly shaven face and smiled. "Soft."

"Is it?" He said with a squeaky voice. He coughed as Rose drew him closer. She planted her soft lips on his, and wrapped her arms around hims. She was still wet, the Doctor noted, but he didn't care. The kiss deepened, and became more passionate. He was really starting to enjoy himself when Rose broke apart and smiled at him.

"Can't wait 'till tomorrow," She teased, and walked out of the room, leaving the Doctor panting for more.

He couldn't wait either!

What do you think? I need ideas of what could happen in the bathroom tomorrow? No, not like that! I mean, conversation wise.

Reviews are greatly appreciated! x