Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written for timepetalsprompts on tumblr and their weekly drabble prompt: the distinct smell and feel of leather.
Rose never thought she'd find the smell of leather so alluring. But that was before she met the Doctor. Before he grabbed her hand, running off with her heart. Now it was the fragrance of time, space, and most of all, him.
Yet he was an alien. Would he be turned on like other blokes if she wore his clothes? Only one way to find out. Shedding her clothing, she slipped on his jacket, the soft leather cool on her naked flesh.
His eyes smoldered as he stepped out of the en suite. Yep! Definitely turned on!
"Fantastic," he growled.