The Doctor stared at her. Watching her soap-operas, Rose sat on the couch, giving no indication whatsoever that he was even in the room. His eyes wandered over her naked body, her still wet hair slightly dripping over her pale, creamy skin. She couldn't be serious... four days?

The Doctor would die before they ended... he was absolutely sure about that.

"Um, Rose?"

"Hm?"

"You were-" He swallowed. "You were joking before, right?"

"Nope." She took a strawberry out of a bowl next to her (where the hell did they came from?!) and began to sensually suck on it. The Doctor closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the matter at hand.

"B-but... four days?! Ever since Bad Wolf Bay, we can barely last two hours without touching each other... let alone days...That's the reason why we are working together, remember?"

Rose giggled... never a good sign, that. "Oh, I'm going to touch you alright, Doctor... But I won't sleep with you or help you out in any other way."

That cheeky, little... She knew he wouldn't be able to last that long! His libido seemed to want to catch up with the release, he wasn't able to get (or let himself get) in his full Time Lord body... And although Rose only had one body for all of her life, it seemed to be the same with her... But... that also meant... wait a minute...

"Ha! You will never last that long. I bet you are going to beg me to fuck you within the next two days!" The Doctor grinned smugly at her, ever so sure of himself.

Rose raised an eyebrow, looking rather amused. "Oh, I can assure you, Doctor... you are going to do the begging." She sucked on an exceptional big fruit, completely engrossed in her task.

He followed her every movement and when she licked her fingers clean of strawberry juice, he was for the first time glad to still wear his pants around her.

Two hours... two hours since Rose's declaration to stay abstinent until her parents came back... and the Doctor already knew, he was fighting a lost battle. He also got rid of his clothes a while back, knowing that it was the only way for him to seduce her to capitulate. What he didn't took into account, was that Rose apparently was a way better seductress than he knew. She didn't need much persuading before, after all...

But now she was driving him insane with her wiggling on the couch, hands skimming supposedly accidentally over his skin, and moaning every time the chocolate ice cream melted on her sensual tongue... The Doctor did a double take. Where did the ice cream come from? She didn't go into the kitchen, did she?

After another moan, that went right to his groin, he couldn't take it any more. He jumped up and with three long strides, went to the door.

"Where are you going?" Rose grinned knowingly at him. She obviously noticed the effect, she had on him.

Rummaging through his brain with an amazing speed, pure humans would never be able to achieve, he searched for a reasonable explanation and grinned when an imaginary bulb lit up in his head.

"I'm going to exercise a little... Pete told me about the gym, he has in the cellar." He smiled seductively at her. "And it's number 20 on our fabulous little list, by the way." The Doctor winked and left the living room.

Rose stared at the place where he stood just mere seconds ago. An image of the Doctor glistening with sweat while he trained his lean, naked body burned inside her mind.

When Rose noticed, she was drooling upon the thought, she only had two words in mind: Four days?!

The Doctor couldn't stop grinning while he made his way to the gym. He knew Rose better than himself (this and his other self) and could guess what she was thinking right now. Now he only had to get her into the cellar and watch him train... she would be butter in his hands after that.

He arrived at the gym and examined the high-class equipment. Now he knew where Jackie got those extra muscles from... he would have to be a lot more careful around her, since he had no regenerations in this body and valued his life too much to risk it. No need to annoy the mother-in-law more than necessary...

The Doctor made his way to one of the weight-training machines and began to train, without even giving a glance to the instructions on the machine... Why should a magnificent human Time Lord like him even waste time with lowly things like reading instructions, anyway?

It didn't take long for Rose to get utterly bored. The fantasies of having her wicked way with the sweaty Doctor on the floor of the gym took overhand and made it difficult to concentrate on the program... Not that she had a reason to watch this crap anyway, without her boyfriend to tease. Grumbling, she made her way to follow him. If she had to torture herself the next few days to make a point, she could at least get some eye candy out of it.

When she arrived in the cellar, she was greeted by a picture that could as well be one of her more vivid dreams: the Doctor sat in one of the machines, training the firm muscles in his arms. He was sweating heavily, which indicated that he already trained for a while. The sweat ran down his lean, naked body and Rose couldn't stop her eyes from following one of the drops. It ran from his neck over the his hard chest and fine abs and down to his...

Oh, God! Rose bit her lip nearly hard enough to drew blood.

She yanked her head away from that place and forced herself to look at his face. Frowning she tried to understand what she saw... The Doctor didn't have his normal 'I-have-to-concentrate-on-my-task'-look, it seemed more like he felt very uncomfortable... more like he was... in pain?

Rose began to feel herself slightly panicking. "Doctor, what's wrong?"

"Oh, Rose! Lovely room, this, isn't it?" he said through clenched teeth and gave her an agonizing look, which was originally intended to be charming but failed miserably.

"Stop it! I can see that you are hurting. How long have you been doing this?"

"Just a few minutes, Rose. Nothing to be-" He hissed when he felt a stinging pain pulling through his muscles. "-worried about. I'm right as rain."

Rose shook her head in disbelief. "You have to pause between the sets! Otherwise you could strain a-"

The Doctor suddenly cried out, stopped his training and held his aching arm.

"-muscle." She was by his side in an instance, inspecting his sore biceps. "I think you were lucky. It's not that bad." Rose began to laugh when she looked at his pouting face. He looked like a little boy who hurt his knee in an skateboard accident. Absolutely adorable.

She ruffled his hair and said, "Aww, don't worry, honey. A little bit of ice and a massage and your arm is as good as new!"

The Doctor beamed at her when he heard the word 'massage' and Rose had to resist the urge to pinch his cheek. She told him to go up and take a cold shower (more to calm his little friend than his muscles... he was obviously very, very happy about the following treatment) while she went to the kitchen to get some ice.

She found him in her old bedroom afterwards (strange that, he needed normally longer than her in the shower since he isn't used to humans' perspiration yet), lying on the big king-sized bed, evidently thrilled when he noticed her standing in the doorway.

The Doctor grinned and wriggled his toes. "Massage now?" he asked with great anticipation.

Rose furrowed her brow and held up the ice. "Ice first, massage later. Although... your arm seems to be better already..."

He suddenly cried out, held his arm and acted like he would die from a deadly wound. He gestured widely with his arms and sighed dramatically. "It hurts! Oooow! Please, my darling Rose! You have to free me from this raging pain. This monster pulsing through my beaten body, striving to drain every last bit of my manly strength. Save me from a painful death! Use your lovely hands to please my body, to drive away the madness building in my very core. Let your clever little fingers wander over my hot skin. Use them to distract me from this agony and bring my body to ecstasy! Caress my rod of life, my hard pulsing cock, the magnificent piece of flesh, the-" His gaze wandered over to her and his mouth opened in disbelief. "Oi! Are you even listening?!"

Rose looked up from inspecting her nails. "Huh? Naaah... not since I realised you were talking about your little screwdriver there." She pointed to his cock and ignored his scandalized cries over the word 'little'. "And what brought you even to the idea I could treat you like... like that?"

Now the Doctor really looked shocked. "You said massage!"

"Yeah, but massaging your arm... didn't see you doing anything to strain that muscle..." she said, her tongue pointing out between her teeth.

"B-but... you... you said massage... we have always... every time when... You said massage!"

Now, Rose was obviously very amused about his disappointing. "Four days, Doctor. Remember?"

"Four days?" he asked outraged.

She nodded and put ice on his arm, the smug grin still planted on her face. "Four days."

The Doctor groaned while he let her treat his arm, trying hard not to think about where he would love to have her fingers instead...

That was number 20 on the list... Please review, I really need your opinions :)