A/N: This prompt was from wishbones. I got super carried away with this one so it's pretty long. This will be rated M with smut, so if you don't want to see that then definitely don't read this chapter! Also, note that this is unbeta'd. :)


Voyeur - a person who gains sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

Ten/Rose

Oh, the Doctor thought to himself, you have got to be kidding me.

Rose was wearing that dress again.

The Dress - so important it deserved a capital 'd' - was a light yellow color with only one lacy strap keeping it on her. The strap was so thin that he could probably remove it from her shoulder with one tiny flick of his small finger. It ended just mid-thigh, keeping it modest all while torturing him with the view of her legs. Tall, yellow heels that were illegal on over a hundred planets matched it nicely, with a tiny little flower where her big toe was hidden inside the show. The dress itself had a few flowers on it as well, roses, of course.

It hugged her curves nicely, making him squeeze his eyes shut and take in a deep breath so he could attempt to focus on anything, anything except the fact that she was walking towards him while wearing it, swaying her hips a little in the process. He could already feel a problem rising (literally) in his trousers. The Doctor clenched his teeth together and awkwardly turned around to face the console while looking at her over his shoulder so she wouldn't see it.

"Good morning, Doctor" she said happily from behind him, sitting down on the jump seat and, to his despair, crossing her legs.

Eyes, he said inwardly, look at the eyes.

"Good morning, Rose," he replied, grinning at her. He willed his erection to fade and thanks to Time Lord biology, it finally did. Well, at least it faded enough so he could turn around.

"Can I see your screwdriver really fast?" she asked.

The Doctor frowned, pulling it out of his coat pocket, "What do you need it for?"

"Got a stain on my dress," she replied, "figured the sonic could get rid of it." As she soniced a tiny black spot on her dress, she spoke to him conversationally. "So where are we going today?

The Doctor shrugged, "I don't know. I was thinking I would set the old girl on random and just see what happens."

She did her tongue-out-of-teeth smile at him and toyed with the TARDIS key that was hanging on a chain around her neck. "Sounds like a plan."

He didn't move since he was too busy being dumbstruck by her smile. The sight of her toying with the TARDIS key gave him a funny feeling in his insides, though he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the possessiveness in him; the fact that she was wearing an accessory that he had given her and that marked her as his. "Off we go then?"

Rose nodded, "Off we go."

The Doctor yanked a lever on the console and grinned wildly at her. She yelped as the ship threw her to the ground, causing her dress to ride up to her hips. She pulled it down before he could see and the Doctor cursed at himself for not having gotten a better look when he had had the chance. When the ship finally landed he extended his hand to help her up. Rose accepted it easily, but grabbed his left bicep with both hands to balance herself on the ground when she stood. He tried desperately not to shudder at the contact or whimper when she moved her hands away.

He opened the door and saw they were in the hallway of what seemed a large hotel, with red carpet lining the hallways and fancy white doors. The walls were a pretty beige and some flowers rested on a small table near the silver elevator. "A hotel?" Rose asked, glancing around. She noticed a window in the hallway and ran over to it, staring outside.

Outside was by far one of the most brilliant sights Rose had ever seen. Light purple grass surrounded every tall, white skyscraper in the city they were in. Humans milled around on the streets and in flying cars that floated only a few meters above where the people were walking. She turned to the Doctor, who was smiling at her. "This is Nabi, pretty planet, isn't it? Fully inhabited by humans... Though lots of species come here for vacation. It's a pamper planet, as some call it."

"Pamper planet?" Rose said, raising an eyebrow. "Can we stay?"

"Of course," he replied quickly. "Let's check into this hotel, it'll be a nice rest for you."

She considered this for a moment and then nodded, tugging on his hand and pulling him towards the elevator. Rose was shocked to see that the hotel had two hundred and fifty floors, and the Doctor laughed. "They get a lot of visitors here."

It took a while to lower themselves from the twentieth floor to the lobby, but when they got there the Doctor easily checked them in with the psychic paper. They were given two room keys with their rooms directly next to each others, and hopped back into the elevator. On the way up, the Doctor explained how it worked. "In your room there's this thing called the interface, it'll see to your every whim. If you want your wall color changed? Just ask the interface. Or a manicure, pedicure, whatever it is you humans get."

"What will you do?" Rose asked, adorably concerned for whether or not he would be bored.

The Doctor scanned his eyes down her body quickly and then met her eyes again, unconsciously licking her lips and making her blush. "I'll entertain myself," he said.

Rose accepted this answer and they were quiet for the rest of the elevator ride.

When Rose entered her room she saw that it was completely empty, with white walls and tiled floors. A large window rested on the far end, and two doors were on one side of the room. However, when she got a closer look she saw something in the corner appear in front of her eyes.

"Er," Rose stared at the large black box labeled 'INTERFACE' in bold black letters. "Can I get a manicure, um, please?"

The machine buzzed and then a woman with long brown hair appeared in the room, holding a nail filing kit. "Manicure for Rose Tyler?"

"Oh, that's cool," she commented, walking over to the spa chair and sitting down, grinning at the woman.


The Doctor entered his room and immediately locked the door behind him, letting out a sigh. What had he been thinking? Saying, 'I'll entertain myself,' as if he couldn't be more obvious. He opened the bathroom door curiously and then the closet door, making sure there was no way Rose would get inside whatsoever. Immediately the Doctor walked over to the intercom and spoke quietly, terrified that Rose could hear him in the room next door. "Could I get soundproof walls?"

Other than the machine buzzing, nothing noticeable happened. He frowned, and, deciding he really needed to test it, screamed at the top of his lungs, "ROSE TYLER!"

After waiting a minute, nothing had happened. He grinned at his own genius. "Can this room look like Rose's on the TARDIS?"

Immediately the room was transformed so that a bed with messy pink sheets appeared, along with the rest of Rose's stuff. Her pictures hung on a bulletin board on the wall and he smiled at the sight. Then he hopped into the bed and pulled her pillow to his nose, laughing when it still smelled like her even though it was a duplicate. Next, with nervous, shaking hands, he lowered the zip on his trousers and released his penis from his pants.

He tried to bring the image of Rose wearing the Dress back to life, the way it clung to her things and arse and breasts, accentuating every single detail of her body. Next he imagined him taking that one strap off of her with his teeth, dragging it away to reveal a black, lacy bra. He began to stroke his erection, closing his eyes at the thought of his hand being hers and her doing that tongue-out-of-teeth grin while stroking him. His pace increased as he thought of how much he loved her, how much he would love to see that tiny mouth of hers surrounding his cock.

A drawn-out groan escaped his lips and got louder and louder until he was practically shouting, pumping his cock rapidly with his hands and trying to get to climax. When he did he sighed, panting against the bed and breathing in her scent over and over again, determined to inhale every last bit of it that he could. However, he didn't feel done. Only a mere minute later after breathing in her scent his penis began to twitch again, begging him for more. The Doctor took himself into hand again, closing his eyes and realizing that he was definitely going to be here a long while.


Rose walked out of her hotel room happily examining her now yellow nails that matched her dress nicely. She was worried about the Doctor, though, how he would entertain himself in there. It wasn't like he would get a manicure. Rose laughed at the image of that, her Doctor getting his nails painted TARDIS blue and fawning over them. She approached the door and knocked loudly, but there was no answer. She frowned, trying the doorknob, but it was locked. Then she felt her bigger-on-the-inside (which he had done for her so kindly a while ago) dress pocket and felt the sonic screwdriver still in there from when she had removed the stain from her dress.

She debated whether or not to open the door for a moment, not wanting to disturb his privacy. She knocked loudly one last time and yelled his name before sonicing the door open and cautiously swinging it open, bit by bit.

The sight that she was met with confused her.

Her bedroom, well, a copy of her bedroom, exact to every last detail. Every picture on the wall was the same and even the smell of it was the same. Her perfume rested on a drawer and her pink walls were the exact right shade. But that wasn't the strangest of the image. The strangest part was the Doctor resting in the pile of sheets, groaning loudly as he.

Oh.

So that's how he had been planning to entertain himself.

He seemed not to notice her since his eyes were clamped shut and he was very, very into what he was currently doing. A groan escaped his lips loudly as he climaxed, "Rose!"

The Doctor fell backwards onto the pillows, a tiny smile resting on his lips and come on his hand and on the sheets. He picked up a pink pillow and pressed it to his face, chuckling. Then he sat up in the bed without opening his eyes and took himself in hand again, beginning to stroke himself once more. "Rose," he mumbled quietly, "Rose Rose Rose..."

Rose wasn't sure what to do, whether she should leave him to his masturbating or interrupt him. However, what she was sure of was the fact that the sight of him was turning her on completely. The way he groaned her name made her shiver and before she knew what was happening one of her hands was on her left breast, absently stroking her own nipple. She was halfway in the room and, making a split second decision, Rose shut the door and stepped all the way inside.

The Doctor was still too occupied to notice her, his speed was increasing rapidly as he stroked along his impressive length. "God, Rose," he let out a breathy moan that gave her goosebumps.

A sudden wave of confidence flew through her at the noise of him saying her name so needy, so she slowly approached the bed and stared at him, still stroking her nipple. The Doctor climaxed loudly with one last stroke and then fell backwards on the bed, finally opening his eyes. He saw Rose across from him and gasped, pulling the blanket over his entire body so not even his head was visible. "Rose!" he said in a squeaky voice.

"Doctor," she replied simply, walking to the side of the bed and slowly peeling the blanket away to reveal the top half of his body. He was wearing only a white T-shirt and his blue tie was hung around his neck. His hair was messy and slightly sweaty, and his face was flushed bright red. He was completely pants less and his erection stood tall and proud.

"Rose, I can explain," he said in a whimpering voice. "Please don't leave, Rose. I can explain," the Doctor said again, his eyes growing wide and sad, making him look as if he was about to cry.

"Doctor," Rose repeated a little louder. She sat down on the bed and he stared at her. "Well?"

"I was... You're wearing that dress! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Rose! You were wearing that dress and I just... It kept turning me on, and I didn't know what to do so I figured that since I'd be here... How did you even get in the door?"

Rose smiled shyly and pulled his sonic screwdriver out of her pocket, placing it on the nightstand. "I don't need an explanation, Doctor. That's not why I said well."

"Then... What?" he pulled a confused face, furrowing his eyebrows together.

She shrugged, "Well, you can continue. Don't let me stop you. Obviously," Rose eyed his erect penis knowingly, "you're not done. So go ahead."

"You want me to...?" He made a vague gesture and his eyes widened. "In front of you? Now? You're not angry?"

"I'm not angry, you idiot," Rose said. "And, yes, I do. That's how you can make it up to me."

The Doctor didn't move, so she decided to get him started. Rose placed her hand over his and put it on his erection, slowly moving his hand up and down. When she moved her hand away he was still stroking while looking at her. "Rose," he groaned out, trying to make a full sentence, "are you sure?"

"I'm sure," she assured him. "Do you want me to talk to you?"

"Please," he said, speeding up his stroking and never taking his eyes off of hers.

Rose tried to ignore her own arousal, but couldn't help the pleased little sigh that came out of her mouth. Then she smiled at him, "How long have you been doing this, Doctor?"

"Hour," the Doctor breathed out simply.

"A full hour? Thinking about me? Just me?"

He nodded rapidly as a reply and she chuckled, "Were you pretending that your hands were mine? That I was stroking you like that?"

His pace increased and he moaned again, "Yes..."

"Do you want me to?"

He slowed down a little and gave her a questioning look as if to make sure she wasn't joking or teasing him. "Okay," the Doctor replied warily.

Rose scooted towards him on the bed and pulled his hands away from his penis, replacing them with her own. Immediately he groaned and his eyes went back in his head, bucking his hips towards her a little. "Oh Rose... Rose..."

Taking advantage of his not looking at her anymore, she slowly leaned down and replaced her hands with her mouth, enveloping him inside it. His fingers intertwined in her hair and he bucked at her. Rose released him with a pop long enough to say, "Down, boy."

"You feel so good," he moaned, trying desperately not to choke her by bucking too roughly. Rose couldn't take all of him in her mouth but the little bit she couldn't reach she stroked with her left hand. Her other hand was on his back, her thumbs running tiny circles there.

As the Doctor's moans became shouts which became yells, he climaxed into her mouth and she swallowed all of him. He breathed against the pillow, gasping for breath, "Am I dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming, Doctor, I guarantee it," she said, proud that she could make him this way.

"You're not part of the interface, are you?"

Rose laughed, "No, I'm not part of the interface."

He sat up slowly and met his lips gently to hers, afraid she might disappear the moment he started kissing her. Rose reciprocated, putting her arms around his back and wrapping one leg around his waist. His pelvis pushed into her jeans and made her sigh with delight. The Doctor's hands lowered on her body to the bottom of her dress and began lifting it, not disconnecting their lips at all.

As soon as her dress was out of the way, he pressed his fingers to her knickers and smiled against her lips. "You're wet for me," he commented, pointing out the obvious.

"I really like this hotel," she replied as he moved his lips to her earlobe and took it in his mouth, sucking hard. "God, Doctor..."

"You're still sure?" he whispered with his breath hot against her cheek.

Rose couldn't help but laugh at his uncertainty of how she felt, "Of course I'm sure."

He hooked two fingers into her knickers and yanked them down her body, entering two fingers into her before she could even realize what was happening. Rose thrust against him and he chuckled. Then he removed his fingers and sucked on the digits, humming in delight at her flavor. "You're dressed too much," he commented, lowering his teeth to the single strap of the dress and flicking it away with his teeth before pulling it over her head, ripping the seams since it wouldn't come off easily. Her white bra didn't match her black knickers, but he could barely tell or care as he unclipped the bra and descended his mouth on her breast.

Rose's hands intertwined in his hair as she held him to her. "Doctor, need you, now."

The Doctor nodded and stopped sucking on her breast to line himself up at her entrance. He thrust in hard and Rose called out his name, still holding his hair tight in her tiny hands. "Okay?" he asked simply.

"Harder," she moaned, barely loud enough for him to hear. "Faster, more, please, more."

The Time Lord nodded and thrust into her again and again, each entrance of him causing her to call out louder each time. Eventually they came at the same time, yelling each others name in pure pleasure. Rose collapsed onto the bed and moved her head to the Doctor's chest which was still, sadly, covered by the white shirt. Making a quick decision she lifted it over his head and kissed his chest.

"I like this hotel too," he commented, "very nice."

"Why'd you use my room, by the way?" she asked curiously, staring up at his face.

The Doctor stroked her hair and shrugged a little, "Umm.. Well, to be honest, the pillows smelled like you."

Rose laughed, "You're so daft."

"I am not daft," he stated.

"But you are, you're adorably daft. My little, adorable, daft Time Lord. And you're all mine."

The Doctor scoffed, "Little? I'd hardly call myself little."

Rose shrugged, not saying anything.

"Rose? Am I little?" She still didn't speak and he pulled her off of his chest to look at her in the eyes. "Am I?"

"I'm just teasing, Doctor, you're so gullible," Rose said, bursting into laughter and kissing him on the lips. "You're not."

He accepted this answer and they lay down again, sighing. "So is this a thing that will happen often from now on?"

"I wouldn't complain," Rose smirked.

"Neither would I," he replied, snuggling her closer to his body.


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