"Rose?" the Doctor called out as he walked down the TARDIS halls. He'd just been reading in the library when he felt the absence of his wonderful, pink and yellow girl. Usually she would read beside him, her head resting against his side while he played with her gorgeous hair. Well, everything about her was gorgeous, not just her hair. Like her smile, and eyes, and nose, and mouth, and lips, and chest, and bum and…. He shook his head. What the hell is wrong with you, Doctor? You're not supposed to think about your companion like that.
The Doctor continued on his way ducking into the various rooms she could be in. Not in kitchen. Not in the pool (damn, he'd love to see Rose in her skimpy swimsuit again). Not in the antigravity room (thought why would she be there anyway?), nor in his room (again, why would she be there?)
Soon he reached her room and found the door slightly ajar. The sweet sound of Rose singing came from within and the Doctor stood there a bit just listening to her melodious voice. The sounds were muffled a bit though. By water? Was Rose in the shower?
Quietly as he could, the Doctor gently pushed open the door and poked his head in. Rose wasn't in her main room, but her clothing was scattered across the floor. Steam flooded out from the en suite and the Doctor looked in that direction. So Rose was in the shower… and naked.
The Doctor gulped and stepped into the room. Maybe she was just running the water. Yeah, she wasn't in the shower. She was just singing and, er, washing something in her shower. Yeah, that makes sense. So it would be perfectly fine if he walked in. Course it was. And if she was in the shower…
The Doctor crept up to the en suit. Soon the glass shower came into view and his breath caught. There Rose stood with her back to him, the water cascading down her completely naked form. From her lungs she was belting out Toxic by Britney Spears, and she moved her body around as well, running her hands down her hair and neck. The Doctor's eyes were glued to her bare skin. Her curves and the water trailing down her slick skin and her rear… Oh… The Doctor felt his blood rush down to a certain part of his anatomy.
Rose turned in the shower, still singing and the Doctor's eyes basically bulged out of his head when her perfect breasts came into view.
"You're toxic—DOCTOR?!"
Rose's startled gasp forced the Doctor's gaze away from her chest. Her face was a deep shade of red and she desperately tried to cover herself with her hands.
"Shit!" the Doctor quickly covered his eyes and felt his hearts beat rapidly in his chest. "Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry sorry!"
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? The Doctor cursed himself in every single language he could recall. He should be running away, and then going to go throw himself into a black hole, but instead he found his body ignoring him and standing still.
"Erm," Rose's embarrassed voice said. "Did, did you need anything?"
"No," the Doctor brought his hands down a bit so that he could only see her face. "I, erm, just, er, heard you singing, and, uh, thought I'd, well, I—"
"Thought you'd get a peek show?" Rose had a slightly amused smile on her face.
"Er," the Doctor felt his mouth go dry.
"Well?" Rose.
"Well what?" the Doctor gulped.
"Are you going to join me?" the corners of her mouth twisted up in a foxy smile.
The Doctor didn't move but felt his hand drop. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Not that he didn't like it though… Rose beckoned him with one hand, her tongue just poking out between her teeth.
"Well," the Doctor grinned broadly and waggled his eyebrows, his hands already undoing his tie. "If you insist…"
