hey guys, just a short little drabble one shot thing. hope you enjoy! *disclaimer:* i do not own doctor who or anything affiliated with it.
Well, then.
This was pleasant, he supposed.
But also bad.
Very bad.
In case it has never happened to you, getting an erection while running for your life has its drawbacks.
Such as his pants getting tighter
and tighter
and tighter.
The purple amoeba-like blob they were currently running away from was hot on their trail.
Mostly his.
Because he wasn't running as fast as usual.
Because of his…
Situation.
He wouldn't be in this situation if he hadn't stayed behind for a few seconds to try to sonic the alien into submission.
That didn't work, by the way.
So now here he was, behind Rose, while she ran in front of him, in her underwear.
Clad in nothing but a lacy pair of knickers and an even lacy-er bra, he was oh-so-close to seeing everything, absolutely everything. They had been crashing the wedding of Arimus and Pollenia III, the couple that, later in their lives, would band together 6 galaxies into a peaceful league. Then they were caught.
And now they were running from the security.
Which was a giant, purple, amoeba-like blob.
A different guard had caught hold of Rose's dress, but luckily, she had managed to shimmy out of it before she was caught for good.
Which is why she is right in front of him, practically naked.
Which was apparently enough to get him all hot and bothered.
What a Time Lord he was.
They finally made it back to the TARDIS, and Rose already had it unlocked by the time the Doctor got there. Which was good, the security blob might have even gotten him if she hadn't. Unfortunately, she was also now facing him.
Practically naked.
The Doctor gulped, and looked at Rose, his mouth moving without making any sounds.
"Doctor?" asked Rose. Suddenly, she seemed to be aware of her situation. Her face turned a bright crimson, and she managed to stammer out a, " I-I'm gonna go take a shower." Still blushing, she turned around and walked out of the console room.
The Doctor hurried off to his bedroom to take a shower of his own.
Preferably, a cold one.
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