A/N: Sorry about the loooooooong wait for a craaaaaaap chapter. Been busy. No, really, school sucks!

Yes, it should be Miss. There you go.

Chapter 2 – No Looking

Rose sighed loudly for the hundredth time that minute, slapping her forehead with her palm.

"No Doctor," she moaned, "you're still swingin' your shoulders! You gotta drop your hips on every step!"

"It's painful!" the Doctor moaned, taking a few steps back to redo his walk again. "I don't get how you can do this all day."

"Doctor we don't have enough time for this, just concentrate, okay?"

"I am concentrating!" he insisted, gritting his teeth. "At least I would be if you weren't jabbering on in my ear all the time!"

"Okay just relax, take it from the beginning, walk with me…" Rose took his hand, finding herself give it a squeeze. She watched the Doctor with his six hundred and ninety eighth attempt at walking. He was definitely getting better, slowly but surely.

"Oh that'll have to do," she said when they reaching the other side of the room, not realising she was being a little more than hurtful. "We don't have much time. It's ten o'clock, we should be out there lookin' for the Hashmou."

"You need to shave first," the Doctor pointed out correctly. Rose nodded and gave herself in the Doctor's body a sniff, looking disgusted.

"And a shower! God you stink."

"I know," the Doctor replied dejectedly, dropping his gaze to the floor. Rose was completely right…he was an eyesore. Rose looked up, frowning.

"Yeah, we both need a shower," she replied, completely misinterpreting him as she cross the room to the TARDIS already sitting in the corner of the room. "But let's agree; no lookin', okay?"

He nodded. "Agreed."

No looking…that was a good one, Rose thought as she began to strip down ready for a hot shower. Could she help but be a little intrigued?

She checked the mirror, seeing the unshaven face and bedhair. Shaving might be a bit of a challenge, but she could deal with the hair fine. The Doctor hadn't been lying at the Olympics, for a while she had pursued a career in hairdressing.

She tested the water – nice and hot. She hopped into the shower, taking the Lynx shower gel and squeezing it out into her palm. She couldn't help think as she lathered and caressed the Doctor's body in the gel the fantasies she'd had of doing this…though she'd never imagined it quite like this. Then her thoughts turned back to the agreement. Not looking. She wasn't looking.

"Don't look, don't look, don't look…" she muttered over and over again, trying to avoid touching it as she washed her legs. "Just don't…don't…"

She heard something fall onto the bottom of the tub, knowing it had been the gel. Before she knew it she was looking down…

Her eyes widened.

"Bloody hell!"

No looking? No looking?! How was he supposed to do that?

He had always prided himself on keeping his feelings contained but this was too much by far. This would be the most agonising shower of his entire life. But still, Rose wouldn't look at him so he couldn't look at her.

But Rose didn't have it staring her right in the face, did she? She had to consciously move her head. He just had to stand too straight in the mirror and there they were reflected back at him.

No! He hit his head with the palm of his hand. He had to stop thinking about that! Curse this inept human hormone control; it made him wonder why they didn't just jump each other every other second.

He looked back to the shower, testing the water. Hot. Jumping in he reached for the shower gel, seeing a fruit scented selection of them on the shelf. Strawberry, raspberry, apricot…why did women insist on smelling like a fruit bowl? Rifling through the selection he almost squealed as he realised she was missing the most important fruit of all…

Banana.

Okay, so she'd seen it. But it wasn't the end of the world, was it? The Doctor didn't have to know…what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him after all. But still, he was an alien, and aliens were bound to be different anatomically. They had two hearts, right? So therefore it only stood to reason the reproductive system would differ aswell.

She was calm. Cool, calm and collected; that was Rose Tyler. She dried herself off, got dressed and did her hair. Now for the hard part.

The electric shaver was out of batteries, so her only alternative was the good old razor blade and foam. She'd seen Mickey doing it, watched people on television do it. It looked so simple.

She spread the shaving foam over her face evenly, picking up a razor from the side and lifting to her skin.

Ten minutes later, she was still frozen in that position.

Crossing the bedroom to the wardrobe from the en-suite wrapped in a bright pink and fluffy towel, the Doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He'd made it through the shower through the skin of his teeth. Now to get dressed.

He picked out various pieces of silk and strings. After a few seconds he finally dug out a pair of tight boxer-looking underwear with lots of cartoon dogs' faces on them stating 'Woof Woof' on the band. He pulled them on; pleased it hadn't required any looking.

Now for a bra. He picked the first one he saw, a grey padded C-cupped one with multicoloured dots.

He slipped his arms in and then readjusted it on his breasts. He hadn't seen, not even the tiniestglance. He reached around to the back, fumbling like a novice with the catch as he tried to fasten it. No matter what angle he put it, it wouldn't fasten! He gave a grunt of frustration as he gave it one last tug and the whole thing came off instead.

Tears poured down his face, distraught with the fact he couldn't do it. Why was he crying for Rassilon's sake? It was just a stupid bra catch…stupid, mean, horrible…

"STUPID BRA CATCH!" he suddenly yelled out loud, stamping his feet. "I can't do it, I CAN'T DO IT!"

Gathering up the bra and holding it to his chest, he stormed out of Rose's bedroom and into the hallway, ready to seek guidance from Rose. He almost walked into her coming the other way, seeing the foam smeared onto her face with a razor blade in hand.

"Shaving problems?" the Doctor proposed, and she nodded. She observed his situation carefully.

"Bra problems?" she proposed back, and he nodded meekly.

"I'll shave you if you do my bra," the Doctor said the sentence he'd never thought he'd say in his entire life.

"Deal," she agreed.