Imagine, If You Will: Aphrodisiacs
"I must say, Rose, you are an amazing lip reader." The Doctor says this as he begins to pull out the ear plugs.
"As much trouble as we get up to, it's pretty much a required skill." She cautiously takes out one ear plug and then the other and shoves both in her jacket pocket, just in case. "How long will it take for it to wear off?"
"Everyone should be back to normal in a few hours. Give or take...a day?"
"You have no idea, do you?" He smiles brightly at her.
"Not a clue."
"Do you think we're missing out?" The Doctor snorts at her.
"What? Missing out on the chance for shameful shagging and hangovers of regret? Naahh. Think we're the lucky ones."
"Says the asexual alien."
"I assure you, Rose Tyler, I am not asexual. I'll have you know that I've done my fair share of..." At her raised eyebrow, he decides against finishing that sentence. "Annnnnyway, trust me. These things never end well."
"Don't think you're doing it right then." She offers him a cheeky grin.. He squints at her suspiciously.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"You mean despsite the fact that we're having this conversation in the middle of a massive orgy?"
"Ah, right. The thing is, you and me, we're..." Rose waves her hand dismissively.
"Me human companion, you Time Lord. I got it, thanks." She's paying him almost no attention as she watches a very enthusiastic couple invent what has to be the first naked quadrupedal sexual aerial yoga routine.
"What I was going to say," Rose jumps a little as he leans in behind her, his mouth just centimeters away from her ear. He inhales deeply - that's okay isn't it? His brain might be trying to tell him otherwise but he's not listening. She smells delectable, delicious, distracting. He pulls away, just a centimeter or two to put much needed space between her scent and his increasingly bad decision making.
"What I was going to say, is that we're too good for that." His voice drops to barely a whisper. Rose shivers and follows the trail of words as they ghost over her skin. "If I was going to have my wicked way with you, there wouldn't be any doubt. No shame. No regret. And definitely none of that silly rational thought."
She wonders if she's supposed to melt at this point? She might. She really, really might. Rose turns to face him, which is not the best choice because good lord has he always been this...she's very proud that her voice only shakes a little when she responds. "That you talking? Or the music?"
He winks at her, infused with so much sexuality that she's forgotten that they aren't supposed to be talking about this at all. Doesn't matter - it's the most intoxicating thing she's ever seen and it's never, ever leaving her head.
"Guess you'll have to wait and find out." He nudges her gently, breaks the trance, reminds Rose to breathe. "Come on, then. Let's make sure we have the only copy of this recording."
"Oi! You just wait a minute." She peers up at him, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of his face. "You've gone mad!"
"No, but the pheromone levels in here are through the roof and objectively speaking, you are a very attractive young woman."
Nope. Nu uh. No way she can survive any more of this. "Right. We need to leave." He shrugs an 'I told you so' and let's her lead the way.