Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

All planet names belong either to the creators of Doctor Who or to my beta Aphy, who makes this readable and puts up with my moaning.

Next chapter might be a while, and will be and edited version as it will most likely go above an M rating. The full version will be available elsewhere. More details when I post it. Point is that I have to write smut and I'm not used to it so it could be a while.

Thanks to all my lovely reviewers. I would name you all but I don't have time to find the list. Thanks anyway.

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That did it. If she didn't stop her games soon he was going to explode. Alright, maybe that was a bad choice of words, but really, she was driving him insane. This time she'd brushed up against him in the corridor between the kitchen and the console room, brushed past him very closely indeed, and his body had reacted in the way he had come to expect.

The Doctor just hoped that the modifications he had made to the cooling circuits had restored his cold water. He refused to 'lend a hand' to his problem, believing it to be breaking Rose's trust in him. Instead he suffered almost constantly, rarely getting any relief from his little (alright, big) 'problem'.

He stepped into his bedroom, shedding his clothes as he made for the doorway opposite. Turning on the shower he allowed the soothing jet to pound onto his shoulders, massaging his back. Not that it did much to solve his dilemma, but it felt good anyway.

Suddenly his vision went black, his bathroom disappearing into nothing. The stream of water vanished, leaving him hanging in blackness. Then light appeared and he felt himself falling towards it. A room materialised around him, a bathroom decorated in cream with a large sunken bathtub opposite where he landed.

Looking round in surprise, the Doctor suppressed his initial reaction of panic. Nothing could get through the TARDIS' defences, so he was still onboard the ship. Why she had brought him here was unknown, but it couldn't be to harm him. He crossed to the door and tried the handle. Locked, and his sonic screwdriver was in his shirt pocket, a shirt that happened to be where he had dropped it in his bedroom.

He'd never been kidnapped whilst being naked before, and it made him slightly self-conscious. Normally he paid little attention to how he looked, and he was not normally body conscious, but something about the situation made him want to cover up. Grabbing a towel from a nearby rack he wrapped it firmly around his waist before going back over to the door.

"Going somewhere?"

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Rose grinned gleefully as she quickly navigated the TARDIS' halls. She'd just put the final stage of her plan to get the Doctor into his bathroom into motion, and from the speed he had disappeared it had been successful. All it took was a carefully calculated collision in a corridor and he ran for his life. Then again, it had been the climax of a day full of suggestive comments, gestures and clothing, all of which had helped keep him off balance.

All she had to do now was to change into something a little more revealing and appropriate, like a towel, and to allow the TARDIS to transport her to the room. Shedding her clothes quickly, Rose tucked a towel around her body and sent a thought towards the TARDIS.

"Ready."

She closed her eyes against the disorientating feeling of the transmat, only reopening them when she felt her feet hit a solid floor. Looking around she found herself alone, but not for long. Finding a secluded corner she hid, invisible to a casual glance.

A minute later the Doctor appeared in the middle of the room, completely naked and dripping wet. Rose had to stifle a gasp. This was the first time she'd seen him completely naked. Even when he'd been ill after the regeneration she'd only seen his bare chest. Her mother had changed his lower half. And one thing was for sure, dreams did not do that man justice.

Sparing a cursory glance for the room he was in, he headed straight to the door, trying the handle. She could almost see his frustration as he realised that his sonic screwdriver was back in his room, and grinned to herself when he grabbed a towel off the rail. She wouldn't have pegged him as body conscious, not after rescuing Jack from Saronia Prime. He'd seemed willing enough to strip then.

When he headed back to the door Rose decided to step in. It would be cruel to keep him guessing for too long, and she wanted to have some fun herself. Stepping out of the shadows she stood opposite the doorway.

"Going somewhere?" She asked casually.

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The Doctor span round quickly, eyes searching for the source of the voice. It was easy to find, for Rose stood in plain view at the other end of the room. She was grinning, rarely a good sign in the Doctors opinion.

"Well? Are you?"

He broke out of the shock he had felt at seeing her there; shaking off the confusion he felt to answer the question.

"Apparently not."

"Good." She walked slowly towards him, hips swaying seductively. "It's no fun being naughty on your own."

He just gaped at her. Where had this seductress come from? No way was this girl the same person as the 19 year old he had saved from a department store.

Rose smirked and dropped the towel she'd been holding around her. The Doctor's jaw dropped even closer to the ground.

"See something you like?" Her smirk widened. The Doctor gulped.