Gently Rose slid her shower door open causing a cloud of steam to fold around her head, greeting her in a warm friendly way

Gently Rose slid her shower door open causing a cloud of steam to fold around her head, greeting her in a warm, friendly way. Slowly she stepped into the shower, breathing in the hot mist as is engulfed her body. She sighed, or more like moaned, the sound echoing far more then she realised as the close to scolding water hit her face and streamed down her back, her tight muscles relaxing. Rose had now decided that she too, like the Doctor, disliked hospitals. Though she had been disinfected more times then she liked to count this day, she felt she needed to disinfect herself of the disinfectant. Now rubbing soap suds deep into her slightly flushed skin Rose tried to think back through the day. However she could not remember most of it; half of it was just blackness and an increasingly painful head-ache.

Rose turned the hot water up even further till there was almost no cold water running through; accidentally moaning again as she ran her hands through her hair, massaging the interesting shampoo she had found in her room. Once again the sound seemed to ring through the bathroom, strangely loud, as if the TARDIS was magnifying it on purpose, she couldn't understand why though.

Eventually Rose turned off the taps and stepped out of her shower, pulling a warm, but very small, fluffy pink towel around her. She glanced round looking for her clothes. Damn it! She cursed; she must have left them in her room. However she wasn't too bothered by this, for some reason she was in a rather joyful mood, the mysterious smell of her new shampoo clogging her senses. So she gave her soaking wet hair a quick rub, at least stopping it from dripping down her back. Then carefully re-wrapped her towel a little tighter round her to make sure nothing was showing, so that just in case she ran into the Doctor, it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

Quickly she tip-toed to the door of the bathroom, opening it a crack; the Doctor was nowhere to be seen. Hurriedly she slipped out into the cooler interior of the TARDIS, trotting quickly toward her room.

In the console room the Doctor stood staring soundlessly at the doorway which Rose had exited to have a shower. He already felt restless; he wanted Rose to be back in his company. He rocked backward slightly then fell forward onto the balls of his feet exhaling, bored, as he went. This ritual lasted another minute until he suddenly swung round, hands in his pockets, deciding to go to the library.

The Doctor ran a finger along the covers of the books, his glasses on the tip of his nose and his is squinting slightly as he tried to decide what to read. Suddenly he stood bolt upright as the most enticing, alluring sound he had ever heard flowed through the still atmosphere of the library. The sound was like a moan or a sigh, it sent a shiver down his spine and he ludicrously wanted to hear it again. It was Rose who had made the sound obviously and this just entranced him further. However, just as quickly as the moment had come the Doctor hurriedly snapped himself out of it. What was he thinking? He mentally shook himself and once again turned on his heel to the exit of the library. However he still wanted a book. He wondered what books Rose had taken from the library to fill her book shelf. With this thought in mind he immediately changed direction and headed straight for Rose's bedroom.

He stopped at the entrance, suddenly nervous. Rose is in the shower, he reminded himself, she won't even know you were in here. Not that she would even mind him being in here he thought, and it wasn't as if he had never been in here before. He didn't know what was wrong with him; ever since his regeneration he had been more prone to giving into his feelings then blocking them. And the problem was some part of him, the totally idiotic human part of him, loved it.

The Doctor stepped forward, however just as his foot crossed over the threshold the sound came again. His eyes flickered shut and a sensual smile crossed his face for the briefest of moments. Frustrated, he opened his eyes again, annoyed at himself for being so weak, yet more annoyed at his TARDIS for causing the sound to drift to his ears. However he could not bring himself to reprimand her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he liked hearing the sound, and the thought that she was in the room next to him…

The doctor shook his head madly, trying to get the sound out of his mind. Glancing round the room wildly for any kind of distraction and his eyes fell on her bookcase in a shadowy corner of her room. That was what he had come here for, he remembered.

At least 10minutes later the Doctor was still sifting through books in Roses shelf when the door creaked slightly on the other side of the room. He turned, almost dropping the book in his hand as his eyes fell on the figure who had just trotted it, oblivious to the man standing in the corner of her room.

Ridiculous, he cursed at himself. He, a Time Lord, was going weak kneed over a human that is completely out-of-bounds. However he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the way his eyes slowly slid from the top of her head were her slightly damp blonde hair was curling around her face. Nor could he stop them from moving further down past her collar bone, half way down her chest wear a soft, fluffy, pink excuse for a towel was wrapped tightly. He eyes roamed even further, noticing just how wonderfully soft her skin looked. Not to mention practically delectable as it glistened with little droplets of water and flushed with a pinkish glow caused by the heat of the water she had been in. The miniscule towel ended barely covering her buttocks, and it was wrapped so tightly that he could clearly see each one of her delicately defined curves. Before he knew it his eyes were at the bottom of her rather lengthy legs and she was by her bed were a pile of neatly folded clothes lay.

Slowly she started to bend, still unaware of the goggle eyed man still staring at her. Her towel slipping as she stretched further over; it was going to open in just a few more seconds. For a moment the Doctor considered letting it, but immediately discarded that thought angrily; was he an overly hormonal teenager or a Time Lord? As he argued and insulted himself in his head Rose's towel was slipping further until…

"Rose!" Gasped the Doctor hoarsely, gripping the book in his hands so hard it hurt. "Wait!"

Rose froze, her eyes slowly following the sound of the voice. He gaze locked with the doctors and her already delicately pink face flushed to crimson. She yelped, the towel slipping even further.

"Doctor!" She cried too shocked to be angry. Her jump and further nakedness made the Doctor jump too.

"Rose!" He yelped back, unthinkingly, his nerves suddenly jumping.

"Wha-what the Hell are you doing in my room!?" She demanded, clutching her towel to her chest, only slightly to the Doctors relief, part of him felt a twinge of regret.

The Doctor stared at her for a moment, to dumbstruck to think "Book!" He cried finally and idiotically, "I mean, a book, I came... to get a book," He mumbled, surprising himself by going red, "Good thing towels- books! You should try them some time, books I mean...Thats not to say you shouldn't use towels!But...I meant books...Well...most books... I read this book once which tried to absorb you into its pages. Not a good thing to do. Did you know book worms exist? They give a nasty bite…" He was ranting, and hurriedly sidestepping around the edges of her room to the door, holding the book up like a shield as Rose's eye followed him to the door, her expression unreadable.

"Anyway, I better go…Let you umm, yeah. Bye!" He finished, flashing her a sheepish grin and quickly slipping out of her room, his jacket flipping round the corner behind him.

Rose stood there staring at the spot were his head had been, pondering whether she should be angry as him or not.