Bubbles by Inkpress00

This has been on Teaspoon, but today I was sick and decided to put everything there on here as well. Enjoy.

The Doctor headed to one of the best places on the TARDIS. After the confrontation with the slime monsters of Drexellium, he was in desperate need of a shower. He figured out quickly after shaking hands with the creature that it had been a drastic mistake on his part as the Drexellians were a rather... tactile species. This wasn't a problem for them, as they were all made up of relatively the same muck, but a hug from a Drexellian to any life form that didn't secrete a layer of goo was rather unpleasant. And smelly.

However, he was fortunate enough to have a wonderful TARDIS and with it, a marvelous secret bathroom that was roughly the size of a castle's, adorned with such luxuries as a white marble floor and sink, gold as every metal used, huge fluffy white towels, and a tub at least big enough for a comfortable three complete with hot tub fixings.

Maybe someday he'd show Rose his bathroom. Maybe one day they'd share it. Together. At the same time. The Doctor swallowed thickly as the thought of him in the bath with Rose slammed into his mind. Rose... with her long, silky legs and luscious curves, not to mention her endearing but impudent little grin with the tongue and oh...

He stifled a deep groan as he pictured her crawling up him, eyes dark with promise and the tongue he knew would be skillful poking out to moisten her full lips.

Hm. A cold shower first. Then a hot bath.

He was so certain no one knew of this room that he was rather blindsided upon entering.

In full-blown color, laying in the bathtub and enraptured by the warmth and delicious smells wafting from the perfumed steam, was his fantasy laid out before him.

Rose, dressed in the most gorgeous outfit — absolutely nothing.

She looked up at him in shock as he opened his mouth to give her an appropriate apology.

"...Bubbles," he croaked unintelligently after a moment's pause.

Damn.

Rose's eyes widened, then fell shut again as her head tilted back and she laughed. "Blimey Doctor," she said between gasps. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

He blinked several times and pinched himself inconspicuously to reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming. Rose was in the bathtub, naked, with him just kind of staring at her, and she wasn't spittingly furious? Not a bit angry? Annoyed? She actually seemed... amused.

Well, he reasoned, she wouldn't be if she knew what he was thinking right now. Because certainly Time Lords were not allowed to think about their beautiful soft pink and yellow humans in the bath naked and slippery and tangled with them. Right?

Rose was now looking at him curiously, he registered. "Um, think I'll just... go and... and... um... leave you... alone. In the bath. With your... bubbles." His face grew pink at that utterance and he quickly hightailed it out of his new favorite room on the TARDIS.

The Doctor's mind was reeling as he leaned back against the wall, his head resting on the cool metal. How in Rassilon's name had Rose known about that room? He had instructed the TARDIS to keep it hidden, had he not? The only way she could have found it was if... he groaned inwardly. "Stupid bloody ship," he muttered, storming off to another bathroom onboard. The smell of the Drexellian gunk was starting to get to him.

More than a little miffed, the Doctor shuffled back to his bathroom, now regretting ever cursing the TARDIS in the first place, vengeful, moody girl she was. Said vengeful female had seemingly erased all other bathrooms and forced him to tromp around the ship covered in the wretched sludge until leading him back to his companion's new bathing spot.

He knocked on the door hesitantly and was thrown for a loop when Rose answered it immediately in a fluffy terrycloth bathrobe. She recoiled almost instantly, allowing him to step inside. "Jeez, you still haven't gotten that stuff off you? It smells awful."

The Doctor scowled. "I know, but the TARDIS won't let me."

"Won't let you? Seems like she'd want that stuff out of her corridors as soon as possible."

"Yeah, it would. Course, that would be a lot easier if she hadn't hidden all the possible showers from me." He looked at Rose pointedly.

"Well, there's this one."

The Doctor folded his arms. "Yes, speaking of which, how on Earth did you find this room?"

Rose shrugged. "It's just a bathroom. Thought to the TARDIS I needed one and it was round the next corner. Why?"

He blushed. "Well. This is... my bathroom."

"Your bathroom?" She echoed in disbelief.

"Yes, my bathroom. Is it so hard to believe that I'd need somewhere to wash up after a particularly unpleasant encounter such as this?"

"Well it's just a bathroom! Not really a big deal," Rose muttered defensively.

"Yeah, but it's my bathroom," the Doctor very nearly whined.

Rose furrowed her brow. "Which just happens to have two very nice white robes, one clearly for a female wearer?"

"What?" he sputtered. "I don't even have a robe! Weellll, except for that one I never gave back to your mum's — ahem — amorous pursuit. But-"

"Doctor, as you can see, I'm clearly wearin' the robe, so it does exist."

His gaze traveled lower to examine her limitedly-clad form. "So you are," he murmured appreciatively. "Um. That is to say. I can see that. It just confuses me as to why you're here, when you really shouldn't be. I've put barriers on this room so no one but me can get in-"

Rose interrupted him for the second time, this time clearly amused. "You telling me that this is your personal 'secret room'?" she asked teasingly, forming air quotes with her fingers. The Doctor, however was far more focused on the tiny sliver of pink tongue he could see through her teeth.

(can't kiss her can't kiss her can't kiss her)

Repeating his mantra in his head, he resolutely sniffed. "Maybe it is."

She laughed. "My god, you are just... you're just completely mad, is what you are! Can't believe you actually have a secret bathroom... that's so gay."

"Oi, I'll have you know that it's perfectly normal for a straight man to have a private bathroom."

Rose grinned. "Oh, fine. You win. I'll just sod off now so you can get that... stuff offa you."

"Thank you." He made his way over to the enormous (he might want to downsize, actually) bathtub.

"Doctor?" Rose said from somewhere behind him in a somewhat panicky voice. Rose wasn't generally panicky, so he decided this was a cause for concern.

"Something wrong?" he asked, straightening and walking over to her next to the door.

Rose grimaced. "I think we're locked in."