Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recognise, but the idea's all mine.
A/N: Didn't make it clear last chapter, the cream works best if applied for a fortnight, but will give results over less time. It would be silly if it had to be done for that long.
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The Doctor rolled over with a groan as he identified the discomfort that had woken him. 900 years old and still unable to control his dreams. It had been a good one though, no doubt about it. Rose and a large tub of melted chocolate had featured predominantly he remembered, although the details escaped his memory. His body remembered anyway, and he had to bite back a moan as the sheet brushed over the result. Why had his body decided that it was a good time to start reacting to her? They'd been getting on so well, after she'd eventually accepted him in his new form.
Oh well, plenty of time to ponder problems like that later, when the problem in question had disappeared. Now was the time to get rid of the problem using a large amount of cold water.
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Rose turned over with a moan, one hand shifting in her sleep to rub against her breasts while the other found its way between her legs.
"Gods, Doctor," she sighed, pressing against her hand as her head fell back against the pillow. "Oh god…don't stop, don't you dare…" With a muffled scream she came as she arched off the bed.
A minute or so later her eyes opened slowly as she luxuriated in knowing that there were no planets that needed saving, no dangerous adventures to embark on, just a lazy day that meant she could stay in bed as long as she wanted. Or, she could get up and torment the Doctor, see if she could make him crack. That sounded much more fun.
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Stage one started at breakfast when Rose came in wearing a pair of extremely short denim shorts and a loose shirt tied at the waist with none of the buttons done up and her bra peaking through. The stare and gulp from the Doctor was well worth the slight chill she experienced when she first came out of her room, although the TARDIS accommodatingly raised the temperature a few degrees to make things more comfortable for her after a few minutes.
"What…what are you wearing that for?" stuttered the Doctor as he battled for control of where his eyes were looking. His body wanted to take advantage of the view whilst his brain was firmly telling him to look away or at her face or SOMETHING!
"Well as we don't seem to be visiting many summery places I thought I'd get some wear out of my new stuff. No point having it if you don't wear it, right? Oh, and would you put that stuff on my back again later? Needs to go all over each day for at least a week for maximum effect."
And with that she left, leaving the Doctor gaping and worried about what other forms of torture the day would bring, and trying hard not to think about Rose rubbing that stuff in all over her body. No! Mustn't think of that. Didn't the TARDIS have something he could fix? There was always something to fix on the TARDIS.
With those thoughts running through his head the Doctor stood up and headed to the control room to try and distract his thoughts away from the temptation that was currently less than three doors away.
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Rose grinned to herself at her success. So what if he was a 900 year old alien, he was still controlled by his body, and she still had it, to quote the Time Lord himself. It was good to know that even after nearly two years of celibacy she could still reduce a man to gibberish with an outfit and a look. Very good for your self esteem, that was.
And know she had time to think, she realised that maybe she wasn't on her own in this after all. Why had the TARDIS turned the heating up if she wasn't on Rose's side? Maybe there would be more than one way to get his attention. With the help of an omniscient time machine anything was possible.