After Rose took care of the Doctor (not in the way he wished she would), the rest of their first day of abstinence stayed rather uneventful. The Doctor sulked ("I'm not sulking, Rose! I never sulk. Now wipe that grin off your face.") and Rose amused herself with teasing him further, until he walked away and continued with inspecting the mansion.

An indigestion and a lot of toilet paper later, the Doctor lay in Rose's bed and moaned due to stomach ache. Rose sat next to him and wiped his damp face with a cloth.

"I told you not to stuff something weird into your mouth..."

"I know... but it wasn't really identifiable in that box... I didn't know that-"

Rose groaned exaggeratively and pinched his arm, ignoring the pitiful 'Ow!', he responded with. "That's the point, Doctor! You can't just put something in your mouth when you aren't sure what it is!" Thinking about a way to let that message finally sink in, she drummed with her fingers on the little bedside table. She grinned when she got something and changed her expression to the you-have-been-a-bad-boy-look, Rose always gave the Doctor when he did something wrong.

"What you did, Doctor, was absolutely not human... it was alien!"

Gasping, he responded exactly like she expected. He clenched a hand over his single heart and stared wide eyed at her. Rose still remembered when they stood on that fateful beach. He wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of living in a human body but slowly he realized the advantages and began to love his new life. Now, he tried to experience every single human thing and hated it when someone reminded him that he was still half-alien. The Doctor loved his heritage of course and was proud of having his amazing Time Lord brain... it was just the word 'alien' that bothered him.

It reminded him that he didn't belong completely to the people around him and that this planet wasn't his real home.

Rose felt bad of course, that she used this fact against him, but she was scared, he would someday be poisoned by one of his oral expeditions.

"N-not human? Alien? B-but Rose... I'm human now! See?" He took her hand and placed it over his heart, where his own hand was before.

Rose softened when she looked into his horrified and crushed looking face. "I know, Theta, I know." She used his nickname only when she wanted to sooth him. "But you keep forgetting that fact and I... I'm scared for you. You only have this one life after all and I don't want to lose you."

She was crying now and the Doctor wiped her tears away with his thumb. Rose climbed into the bed and snuggled into his embrace. They sighed, content to finally feel the other's hot skin against their own again.

The Doctor noticed that Rose was still silently crying and it broke his heart. "Rose, please! Stop crying. I can't bear to see you like this." When she was unable to stop her tears, the Doctor thought for a moment. "Please! I promise you that I won't eat anything your mother cooked ever again... Especially not her Shepherd's pie!" His stomach complained and he grimaced as he thought about the cause for his discomfort.

Rose laughed heartedly and the Doctor smiled. He loved that laugh.

He didn't get much sleep that night, since Rose always wriggled in her sleep and some parts of his sexually frustrated body woke rather up than fell asleep. In fact, he had to go to the bathroom two times... and not to use the toilet.

When he finally got some of his much needed sleep, he dreamed of everything he loved: bananas, jelly babies and edible ball bearings, all on top of his beautiful, sweet and completely naked Rose.

Needless to say: he took his third detour to the bathroom after he woke up. Strange, that all of his sex dreams with Rose contained bananas... maybe he should take Jackie's advice and go to this doctor, she mentioned...

He laughed out loud at the thought and went back to bed. As if anything could be wrong with his psyche when he had such an astonishing brain!

This time he dreamed of Judoon in tutus.

Rose awoke to the Doctor's screams ("No! I'm begging you! No pirouette!") and shook her head. He had to be dreaming about those big rhino aliens in pink dresses again. Well, that was at least better than the nightmare where Davros told him that he is his father and his mother was a pink Dalek with a ribbon in its ha- ehm... around its eyestalk. He always awoke sweating and screaming bloody murder after it.

The only one who loved these dreams was Mrs Thunderstone. She always awoke at the right time to watch him running around naked and Rose had the feeling that they had to move soon, since the old 'lady' began to pinch their butts in the supermarket.

Their worst experience with her was, when Jackie went with them to buy groceries and observed the assault. She accused them afterwards of having a sexual relationship with the Thunderstones until Pete reminded her of Mrs Thunderstone's doubtful reputation.

That had to be the most embarrassing moment in her life... well, that and the one time when Tony told her mother he heard strange noises out of the cupboard. Jackie found them minutes later enjoying themselves and began to chase the naked Doctor with a broom through the mansion. When Tony asked her innocently what they were doing in there, Rose (thankfully still clothed in shirt and skirt, save for her knickers, which were... somewhere...) told him that the Doctor had an itch, she had to help him with... Well, at least she didn't lie.

Nevertheless, Jackie had an impression of their relationship that was decidedly too close to the truth. She had been careful ever since, that the couple wouldn't vanish together on their own again. The Doctor often compared her to a bloodhound and Rose thought it was strangely appropriate since she heard her mother sniffing every time, she searched for them.

After that happened a few times, the Doctor tried to check if she was possessed by an alien from some 'family', he mentioned before.

Jackie chased him with a baseball bat afterwards and he was convinced of her being the real thing.

Which he preferred was anyone's guess.

Rose woke the Doctor up ("Not the 'dying swan'! Please!") and made her way to the bathroom, swaying her naked hips just like that to wake his body up. The Doctor's fourth visit followed shortly.

The dynamic duo sat in the kitchen, munching their breakfast, while studying the other's every move. After a while, the Doctor emptied a whole glass of marmalade with his fingers and grinned at her. His whole mouth was surrounded by the sticky spread and Rose thought he looked too cute with that happy-go-lucky face and all ruffled up hair.

Slowly, she went to him and cleaned his face with a wet cloth. The Doctor caught her hand in his and kissed her knuckles, looking deeply into her eyes. Their mouths met in a gentle kiss and the human Time Lord's arms encircled her waist. Rose sighed deeply and broke apart from him after a while, resting her forehead on his.

She loved moments like this. As much as she enjoyed the passionate part of their love, it was in moments like this when they felt the full strength of their feelings, of their forever.

Rose grinned at him and nuzzled the short hair on the back of his neck. "So, Shake, what are we going to do today? I think there are still some things on the list, we haven't covered yet."

"Oh, plenty my lovely Shiver! Plenty." He shot her his absolutely irresistible and most boyish grin. "Pete has a very interesting collection of cars in his garage and... since 'naked driving' isn't something we could possibly do without getting arrested anywhere else than here, I thought... you know."

"Right ho!" Rose punched her fist in the air and jumped up and down a few times. The Doctor followed the movements of her breasts and grinned.

"Oi! Less ogling and more concentration, comrade!"

The Doctor frowned. "Comrade?"

Rose shrugged and together, they made their way to the garage.

To say that the choice was wide would be an understatement. Pete had 15 luxury cars, one more extraordinary than the other. Not for the first time, Rose wondered why he always drove his old Jeep when he had these little pearls waiting to be driven.

After voicing her thoughts to the Doctor, he laughed and answered, "Oh, Rose, I think you would call something like that a 'guy thing'. It's that the cars are too precious to be driven too often."

"What does he have them for, if he doesn't use them?"

The Doctor just shrugged and tried to decide which one to take. He decided on a deep blue Lamborghini while Rose chose a red Porsche Boxter because it 'suited' her fresh painted nails.

He swore, he could hear her 'wheeeeee'-ing when she drove off with open-top, got into 'his' car and drove the other way down the long driveway of the mansion. They drove a few circles and when they passed each other again, the Doctor's eyes were, as often, fixated on her heaving breasts..up, down, up, down... it was hypnotising...

Seconds later, he lost control of the car.

He yanked the steering wheel around, just before he hit the mansion and the it came to a screeching halt.

Rose stopped next to him and let her eyes roam worriedly over the panting Doctor. "Are you alrig-... What the fucking hell have you done?!"

Shocked to hear her curse like that, he followed her eyes. They were fixated on the flower bed under the car... flower bed?

"Um, I'm sorry?"

Rose sighed deeply and put her hands on the Doctor's bare shoulders, looking dreadful, like she had to announce his death...

"Doctor... those flowers were my mum's favourite. They were like children for her."

...and she had.