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Rassilon, what is she doing?

The Doctor knew for a fact she was doing this on purpose. No doubt about it. Nope. No doubt. None. Zip. Nada.

Rose Tyler sighed a little with pleasure and buried her head into his chest even more, snuggling her legs up against his.

How had he gotten himself into this? Oh, that's right, he remembered. They had just gotten back from running from more Slitheen on earth, and they had gotten absolutely filthy while doing it. He remember something about a mud pile, but honestly, most of it was a blur.

He stifled a yawn and watched wide-eyed as Rose adjusted her body again, rising her chest from its hiding place under the covers. The Doctor needed to focus, focus super hard so he wouldn't reach his hands over and lift up the thin gray T-shirt, and then explore the new expanse of skin and oh... Oh... She wasn't wearing a bra. Rose Tyler was in his bed, asleep, not wearing a bra, and snuggling up to him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just black boxers. Oh no. Rassilon. Jammie Dodgers. Bananas. Circus animals. What was happening.

'Okay,' He thought to himself, trying to steady his rapid breathes, 'Keep thinking of the day. Just the day.'

After they had run from the aliens and showered themselves off, the Doctor insisted Rose should get some sleep. What he didn't expect was her to ask to sleep in his bed, since she had been having some bad dreams lately. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he still would've insisted she should get rest if he had known this would happen.

Because it was torture.

Beautiful, pleasurable, amazing torture.

But he had to do something about this. How could he not? How could he not make love to her right now, make her scream his name as she came? He knew he could. He didn't just have a big head, he also had a big...

Okay, well, maybe he had a big head too.

Did Rose want him? He could sense the arousal on her sometimes, but maybe her thoughts were on Mickey or Jack or even Adam? How would he know, more importantly, how could he not know? Maybe if he asked the TARDIS very very politely she could possibly read Rose's thoughts?...

An annoying hum appeared in his head, telling him no.

No, of course the answer was no. He wouldn't hack her thoughts, no way. That would just be... Oh. Oh what was she doing now?

Rose murmured something as she wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Sadly, it was slurred and not understandable. The Doctor very much would've liked to know what she could possibly be dreaming about.

"Doctor..." She whispered after a few minutes of him being in deep thought with his fantasies. He figured she must've been waking up.

"Yes?" The Time-Lord began absent-mindedly stroking her messy blonde hair, removing it from her face.

"Doctor," Rose simply repeated, a small amused smile curling her beautiful lips upwards.

Oh, the things he wanted to do to those lips.

"Shhh," He whispered to her, barely even noticing he was doing it. Deep down, the Doctor just wished he was asleep. Then he wouldn't have to endure this. Sure, he did endure it quite often, whenever she wore anything even slightly revealing. Or whenever they were trapped in a jail cell... Or one of them was chained to a wall... Or handcuffs... Sweet, sweet handcuffs...

Oh, apparently this regeneration was into kinky things.

He needed to move his thoughts elsewhere so he could fall asleep, a task that wasn't ever easy for him, especially when he wasn't at all tired and he had a growing erection.

"Ja..." Rose murmered, her other hand lazily slumping over the Doctor's chest.

Was she about to say Jack? Jack? No way. No absolute way. She couldn't be dreaming about Jack Harkness. And even if she was, it was probably about all three of them having an adventure. It couldn't be a romantic dream about Jack! That idea was laughable!

Right?

"Ja... Grafess..." She spoke the name of the monster they had encountered on satellite five.

The Doctor's face paled, was she having a nightmare? If Rose was having a nightmare while snuggled up to him, she might never want to do this again... "Help..." Rose frowned slightly, her expression more a look of frustration than sadness or anger.

"Rose, hey, wake up," The Doctor said gently, nudging his head against her throat. Honestly, the position she was sleeping in couldn't possibly be comfortable. With both her arms laying over him and her body turned diagonal, he wanted to readjust her, rest her head in his lap and whisper some gentle words from his dead language to help her fall asleep. Hopefully, and preferably, with dreams of him. Happy ones, of course.

"Hey," Rose's eyes fluttered open sleepily as she got up and noticed the position she had been lying in. "Sorry... Must not have been very comfortable for you," She mumbled, leaning back onto the pillow, releasing him from her grasp.

"It was perfect for me, I thought you would be uncomfortable," He said seriously, then noticed her amused expression and added, "Well... When I say perfect..."

"I had a funny dream," Her eyes flickered shut and she yawned, stretching her arms. Her chest rose up and simply reminded him of her lack of a bra.

"Was it a nightmare?" He asked with concern, trying to ignore her scratching her neck. That's exactly where he would kiss her, no, that's where he would bite her.

That's the spot where he'd make her his.

"No it was a good dream," She smiled, "Until the end..."

"What happened?"

"Well... You were there," Rose blushed a little, but they both knew he blushed way more than her at that.

"And?..." The Doctor swallowed, watching her chest rise up and down. It was silent except for their breathing and the light hum of the TARDIS in their heads.

"And well, you were in handcuffs," She began speaking nonchalantly, not noticing his breath stop.

Rose had a good dream about him in handcuffs? In handcuffs how? Where? What clothes was he wearing? Was he wearing any clothes? Was she?

"We were both wearing clothes," She giggled as his face paled when he realized he had definitely said that out loud.

Okay, handcuffs on him, wearing clothes, good dream. He still had hope. "What else happened?"

"This part's funny, I was trying to get the handcuffs off you, but instead you started kissing me."

What. WHAT. This was some mistake, he was dreaming, maybe... Maybe he was dead. No, he wasn't dead. This was real. Would it be weird if he pinched himself now? Rose looked completely fine with what she had just said. But of course she would be, after all, it was just a dream, right? Wait, hold on, he had to reply, she was waiting for some response other than his jaw dropping open, which it already had.

"Funny," He stared at her in shock.

It had worked.

Rose Marion Tyler was sure of that. Her evil plan to get the Doctor to make a move had worked, well, maybe was going to work. She had told him about her dream, which wasn't a lie at all. Easily she got into his bed, and purposefully hadn't put a bra on. The daft Time-Lord thought she hadn't noticed his staring.

Yeah, right.

Author's Notes: So this is a One-Shot however if anyone would really like me to continue it I'd be more than happy to! This is kind of the first story like this that I've wrote, so please tell me what you think! (Though, go easy on me, eh? :P) And another thing, I heard that a blue box appears in the room you're in right now if you review.