A/N: Just something that popped into my head that I thought would make a good story. Hope you enjoy! I appreciate feedback, so please feel free to leave any comments or criticisms.

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The Doctor stood in the doorway, mouth agape at the scene in front of him. He didn't know if the universe just decided to play some cruel, twisted joke on him or what, but this was probably the very last thing he ever expected.

Rose.

He couldn't believe it.

She…she's…

His mind wouldn't function properly. His thoughts were scattered and he couldn't seem to get them back in order.

It was his Rose.

She was right there.

She was right there, standing right in front of him.

Wearing a bikini.

A pink and white bikini.

A pink and white bikini for his pink and yellow girl.

Rose felt the Doctor's intense gaze and casually walked over to him.

"You said a beach, right?" Rose checked in her bag to make sure she had lotion and a towel. "I can't get much of a tan in the TARDIS. Well, I could, but I want to tan a bit while we're at the beach anyway. Aren't you going to change?"

The Doctor swallowed roughly, his throat suddenly very dry, and tried to snap out of his thoughts. "Wha'?"

"Beach? You know, the one on Barcelona you said was the best in the surrounding galaxy. Come on, Doctor, you can't spend our time there in your suit, it ruins the whole point of going to the beach."

The Doctor dragged his eyes away from Rose's considerably unclothed body and back to reality.

"Beach." His eyebrows furrowed for a second. "BEACH! Right, we're going to the beach today. Right, of course." The Doctor was flustered. He found himself in a particularly hard-DIFFICULT-he meant difficult, situation now.

Oh, this was definitely going to put his restraint to the test.

Rose stared at him.

"What?" the Doctor asked, trying to look everywhere but at her.

"What?" she mimicked. "What's got your pants in a twist?"

Unbeknownst to the Doctor, Rose knew very well what had the Doctor blushing furiously as he tried to avoid looking at her.

The Doctor's face was red, which was considerably surprising since most of his blood was rushing south. He tried to focus his thoughts away from her nicely toned body; all that running did her wonders.

"Oh, um, just thinking about a part of the TARDIS's, ugh, stabilizers that might need fixing later."

That was smooth, wasn't it? He could smack himself.

"Stabilizers, huh?" Rose sidled up to the Doctor beside the console and peered around him, leaning her hip against the side of his leg. Her warmth bled through his pants, and oh, it felt good. Her closeness and delectable scent were driving him mad.

Oh, Rassilon, help him.

"Sooo, where're the stabilizers?" Rose reached around him to lay her hand on the console. The TARDIS hummed happily, and if he was not mistaken, a bit smugly too.

Don't you start, he warned the TARDIS. She merely snorted in response, as much as a time-ship could snort.

"Ugh, they're ugh, I had to remove them for the time being." He could feel the TARDIS laughing at him. He was never going to make it through the rest of the day like this. The Doctor wanted to move as far away from Rose as possible, mostly so he wouldn't drag her towards him and snog her senseless against the console. He had rules against snogging companions. At least he thought he did.

"Huh. I guess you'll just have to fix them when we get back from the beach." Rose smirked and walked over to the captain's seat, sitting down on the edge of it. She carefully leaned back and stretched her arms above her, forcing her back to arch in the most delicious way. The Doctor had to turn away, lest he climb right onto that seat with her; on her. His hands gripped the edge of the console, his knuckles white and his mind in complete disarray.

"Well?" Rose said casually. "Are you?"

"Am I what?"

Rose huffed and looked at him pointedly. "Are you going to change so we can go to the beach?"

The Doctor looked down at himself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"You can't very well go to the beach looking like you just stepped out of the office, Doctor. You need a swimsuit, ya' know, so we can go swimming. Plus, a little bit of sun never hurts." She gave him a saucy tongue-touched smile and leaned her head back against the seat.

The Doctor had to control his breathing.

Rose in a bikini.

Rose on a beach in a bikini.

Rose in the water in a bikini.

One a scale of 1 to 10 for level of restraint, he was at an 11.

Taking a deep breath the Doctor finally gave in, for how could he deny Rose what she wanted.

"Fine," he mumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets and sulkily wandering towards the wardrobe.

A few moments later the Doctor returned to the console room dressed in pin-striped swim trunks and a towel covered in cartoon bananas. It was Rose's turn to blush, he was gorgeous! Not too thin, with a good amount of muscle tone. His torso was lean yet strong with a dusting of brown hair covering his chest. And oh god, the freckles. She felt really warm now and they hadn't even made it to the beach yet!

Goodness, now Rose was the one trying to catch her breath.

The Doctor was taken aback by Rose's reaction and he smirked.

"What?" His cheeky grin caused Rose to flush.

"Nothing, it's just, you look…good, um, for the beach." She stumbled over her words, trying to retain some semblance of dignity. Oh, she was blushing and Rose knew that she had just lost the advantage in this little teasing game they were playing. "Ready then?" She asked breathlessly.

The Doctor had a predatory glint in his eye.

"Oh, yes!" After Rose's reaction the Doctor knew that today was definitely going to be an unforgettable trip to the beach.