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WARNING! This chapter contains a masturbation scene with toys. You have been warned so no flaming please.
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In two different bathrooms at opposite sides of the TARDIS two showers are running, both for similar reasons and after the occupants have witnessed the same scene. But that is where the similarities end, for one of these showers has an average temperature of just above freezing whilst the other uses nice warm water. And whilst one occupant is enjoying themselves, the other is filled with guilt and self reproach.
The man suffering under freezing water happens to be the Doctor, full of guilt at the feelings he has for his assistant, Rose, whom he has seen half naked not ten minutes before. Normally open minded, for some reason he doesn't find this easy to accept, and so he freezes under water temperatures no-one should have to endure.
At the other end of the scale is Rose, enjoying a warm shower with plenty of scented soap and lotions. She has sense, she knows that what she feels for the Doctor will be revealed eventually, and that there's no point in denying it now. Sensibly really, more sensible than the Doctor's method.
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The Doctor shivered as he stood under a cascade of cold water. Sane people wouldn't put themselves through this kind of torture, but then, he wasn't sane. Never had been, what with the chasing aliens and courting death at every turn. Not good for the sanity, that.
He'd never had this problem before, not for one of his companions anyway. Sure, there had been odd moments, but nothing substantial, not till Rose appeared. One day, wham, there she was, running along with him, joining him in the TARDIS. And he'd gone head over heels for her. She called his name and he went running, all the while hiding how much he actually cared.
Then he'd gone and regenerated, and nearly lost her. No wonder really, he changed into a virtual stranger before her eyes and expected her to just accept it. It was a miracle she'd stayed with him after that, but she had and the quest for universal peace went on. And the longer he knew her the harder it was to hide the attraction he felt. It was getting almost impossible to act normally around her, especially when she called him in to rub cream on her whilst having no top on!
He quickly tried to change the subject of his thoughts, as his traitorous body had decided to come back to life at the memory despite the temperature. 'Slitheen, think about Slitheen, or Daleks or something!' he thought frantically as he turned the water temperature down another few degrees. If he wasn't careful he'd end up with the Gallifreyan version of hypothermia!
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Rose hummed to herself as she adjusted the water spray she was under to just the right temperature. Perfect. Now to remove some of the tension that had been building between her and the Doctor over the past few days. Just 'cos he refused to admit there was something there didn't mean she had to totally deny herself. Fake tan wasn't the only thing she'd bought on New Vega. A very open species, they had lots of useful and discrete items designed to bring pleasure whilst seeming totally innocent. I mean, who would suspect a yellow rubber duck of being an extremely powerful vibrator?
She'd tried it out on her hand before she'd bought it, and couldn't wait to use it properly considering how effective it had been. Picking it up from its resting place on the soap ledge she switched it to mild and closed her eyes as she allowed her hand to trace a line between her breasts with the ducks tail.
Her mind automatically conjured up her latest fantasy about the Doctor, set whilst he was rubbing in the fake tan. Only this time, instead of running out he allowed his hands to slip round to her front, to caress her breasts whilst his mouth found her neck. He moved so that he was in front of her, kissed her, guiding her towards the bathroom and manoeuvring her into the shower, all the while stroking and caressing and never breaking the contact between their mouths. And suddenly they were in the shower, warm water beating down on her shoulders as the Doctor broke contact with her mouth and kissed his way down her neck until he found a nipple to suckle, one hand supporting her at her hip whilst the other one moved down towards her core, probing and exploring and…
'Gods!' Rose leant heavily on the tiles as she came down from her orgasm. She'd been more desperate than she'd thought if it had taken so little time. The little duck had been busy whilst she fantasised, mimicking the movements the imaginary Doctor made. Money well spent, that duck. She should have bought another, or one of those rabbit things they'd sold.
She smirked to herself at the thought of the Doctors reaction to her innocent bath toy's real purpose. Could make a brilliant threesome, her, the Doctor and her vibrator.
Then again, she'd have to convince him to be with just her first. She'd have plenty of time, that tan stuff had to be applied every day for two weeks. 'Let's see how far his famous self control will stretch…'