Hello, there is a bit of smut in this. Not the full thing, but still a bit smutty. Anyway Enjoy :)
Last time: They both gasped at the action, Rose because she had rubbed against something that she hoped was his sonic screwdriver, and the Doctor, had he his inhibitions, would have wished it was something as simple as his sonic screwdriver. But with no inhibitions he didn't care.
She froze, "Doctor, please tell me that's your sonic," She said. He didn't answer, trying to wiggle for more friction. She stopped him with her hands, and he whined, "No, Doctor you're sick, a-and you don't know what you're doing." She said, her face going back to its normal color.
His eyes looked clouded over. "I love it when you blush." He said in a very husky voice. Her face went red again, he grounded into her side groaning loudly, "I dream about this a lot." He said, trying to gain more friction.
By then, Rose was beet red, and the shock wore off. She jumped out of the bed, and went to go sit on the chair. The Doctor pouted and whined, "No Doctor you're sick, so I'm going to sit here and not move." She said, her face still red. Unfortunately her curiosity overpowered her, "What do you mean you dream about this?" She asked, trying to look away from him, but failing entirely.
"I dream about you and me in this room, doing very naughty things." He said, tossing the blankets off, to reveal a very obvious tent in his boxers. The Doctor lazily rubbed his stomach. "Sometimes you're wearing so much clothes and I have to take them off with my teeth." Rose's mouth fell open and she lost her ability to speak. "And other times you're not wearing any clothes at all." He smiled at that thought, "I love those dreams." She squeaked in surprise. "And I think once we used handcuffs, that was a very strange dream, but still very enjoyable." He said, his hand drifting even lower and toying with the waistband of his boxers. All Rose could do was stare in shock. Then the Doctor's hand jumped to the tent in his boxers and pressed down.
He moaned loudly and Rose snapped out of her trance. "D-doctor, no. Y-you don't know what you're doing. Yo-you lost your inhibitions and… no." She said, stumbling over her words. He just continued his ministrations, she knew she was going to hate herself after what she said this, but it was the only way to save the Doctor and herself, "Doctor, stop or I'm going to leave." This caught his attention and he immediately stopped what he was doing.
"No, Rose! Don't leave, you promised! You promised you wouldn't leave!" He yelled. His eyes were beginning to water and he looked like a kicked puppy. She felt so sorry for him and she hated herself for doing that. He was reaching for and she sighed and sat at the edge of his bed, he hugged her around the waist and buried his face in her side, "Please Rose, don't leave me. You promised!" He said, looking at her with big eyes.
She sighed again, "Alright but you have to be good." She said. He nodded furiously and hugged her like his life depended on it.
"Rose, can you lay with me again? I'm tired." He said, yawning.
She had a short debate and nodded. She lied down next to him, and he wrapped himself around her. She sighed again, and asked the Tardis how many days she had left. The Tardis said, since he was a Time Lord, he would heal quicker, but she didn't know how many days it took. Rose sighed and waited for sleep to come. It didn't take long and soon she felt her eyes drooping and sleep overtook her.
The Doctor felt himself waking up, but he didn't want to wake up so he tried to shift his position but his arm was held down by something. He opened his eyes and saw ruffled blonde hair. He looked down and saw that he was spooning Rose. He tried to recall what happened but nothing came to mind. Rose stirred and turned around looking at the Doctor. She smiled and yawned, "Hello." She said, in a sleepy voice. The Doctor had to suppress a shiver from the sound of her husky voice.
"Um, hello. Why are you in my room?" He asked, confused. Her eyes crinkled in confusion and then her eyes widened.
She threw herself at the Doctor and nearly choked him, "Your back!" She screamed.
"Um, yes," He pulled back. "Where did I go, exactly?" He asked.
"You don't remember?" She said. He shook his head, "You were sick with the Time Flu, and you don't remember any of it." She said, recalling the recent events.
He looked confused, "Time Flu? I was sick with the Time…" His sentence faltered as his memories returned. He blushed beet red, "Oh, bollocks." He muttered.
