A/N: Impending shower smut scene.

Chapter 2 – Showers Are Fun

The Doctor woke up with the mother of all headaches. But as he opened his eyes it seemed to be no brighter than when they were closed. He leaned over on an instinct to where the bedroom lamp usually was, and flicked it on. The bright light was an unwelcome intruder to his vision and he winced and groaned, closing his eyes again before raising a hand to shield them from the impromptu light. His entire body was aching.

After managing to adjust his eyes to the light he gazed at his surroundings, and confirmed that he was definitely in his and Rose's bedroom. He looked to his right and stretched out an arm, expecting to find his wife sleeping next to him... But the bed was empty. Recently deserted.

He took the opportunity to check himself over... He wasn't paralysed anymore. He was bandaged where the Judoons' shots had hit him, and for the first time he realised he had an IV going into his arm. He wasn't sure exactly what it was for, but Martha seemed to have a penchant for sticking IVs into him whenever the opportunity arose. Nothing if not thorough.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside the door and he snapped back out of his thought trail – even by the sound of the footsteps alone he could tell it was Rose.

He patiently waited before she quietly opened the door, and peeked inside. Their eyes met and she instantly smiled, shutting the door behind her and quickly moving towards him dressed in only her nightie to engulf him in a hug of relief.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, concerned.

"Fine," he replied as she kissed him on the lips.

"Paralysed anywhere?"

"Nope."

"Hurting?"

"Not really."

"Bleeding?"

"Nah."

"Hungry?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You worry too much."

Rose stared at him, rolling her eyes. "I think I'm supposed to worry when my two-year-old daughter comes back from a trip with you yellin' that you've been shot five times. I can't even go shoppin' without you gettin' into a mess!"

She made to laugh, but froze when she saw the Doctor suddenly staring at her, his eyes wide. She stared back, slightly confused. "What?"

"Where's Leah? Is she okay?" he asked, quite obviously panicking as he pushed himself to sit up, pulling off the cover.

"She's fine, she's asleep," Rose answered quickly, resting a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up. "Why shouldn't she be?"

He ignored the question. "I need to cloak the TARDIS..." He managed to fight her off enough to swing his bare legs over the side of the bed, de-attaching himself from the IV.

"It's already cloaked," Rose assured him.

He relaxed slightly, but looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You...?"

"Well I figured you annoyed someone..." Rose explained with a grin.

The Doctor nodded, and grimaced. "The Shadow Proclamation..."

Rose blinked. "You mean... the police of the Universe?"

He nodded again. "I went to register Leah, but they turned a bit nasty..."

"Register Leah?" Rose repeated, getting increasingly more confused with every passing second.

He suddenly looked very embarrassed. "... I'm like a panda."

"... You've got big cute eyes and love bamboo?"

The Doctor gave a half-smile. "I'm an endangered species, in that most of my race is extinct. I'm entitled to protection. I never bothered with it, but I want her to have it. But they started trying to take her into some sort of custody... so I ran."

Rose bit her lip. "But she's safe, yeah?"

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair, brow furrowed. "... Hopefully."

"What?" Rose practically shrieked, upright within seconds. The Doctor quickly stood up, grabbing her arm.

"I won't let them touch her, Rose," he said seriously. "But that doesn't mean they won't be able to find us. They'll probably just forget about it. If we just lie low for a bit it'll all blow over."

"... Okay," Rose replied after a moment, calming herself down. "So she's okay."

"Yes."

"Good," she said, "now have a shower, you stink."

He was showering when Rose decided to enter the bathroom, seeing him standing there naked, his hands entangled in his shampoo-lathered hair. It took a few moments until he finally looked up, jumped a little, and stared at her.

"What?" he asked seriously.

In reply she simply pulled off her shirt and jeans and stepped into the shower with him, catching his lips in a kiss. He played along immediately. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall, pressing up against her so she could feel him through her pants. He was kissing her gently and deeply, purposely moving in a rhythm against her.

He secured both her wrists with one hand, and with the other he reached around to her upper back, expertly flicking apart her bra in one-swift movement. She acknowledged this with a raised eyebrow, looking back at him as water continued to trickle down his naked body. "You've been practisin'."

He nodded, capturing her lips again as he began to caress her chest, soap suds coursing down her.

"This is why you've been puttin' all my bras on teddies..." she realised and couldn't help but giggle. She then did her duty, focusing her attention on him. He paused only slightly in his kissing to allow his blood to rush down. One day she'd do that without him helping her, she decided.

He then moved his hand down in what she knew was a well-researched plan of action in human sexual encounters from his intensive library research. He worked methodically, pulling down her pants and spending certain periods of time at certain areas of her body, causing her multiple shrieks for a good ten minutes in which words were not exchanged. By the end of it she was struggling to stand upright, gasping.

"I love you,' she gasped out impulsively, squirming.

"Shut up," he grated in a low voice. She blinked slightly in shock at his clipped response, before her mind was quickly taken elsewhere when he continued more work in the area as though following the steps of a practical science lesson, continuing to kiss her.

His hand came up again, not that Rose particularly wanted that.

"Love you," she gasped again.

He didn't answer that. He was obviously calculating, deciding whether to fire the Bunsen burner or not. Clearly he thought it was time. He took hold of her thigh, lifting it in the crook of his arm, holding it as high as it could go. He kicked her other leg gently to force the gap to widen. Physics, of course. She stumbled a little, having to grab onto his arms to steady herself.

"Stay still," he said in that voice again before he finally guided himself in with his free hand, forcing her to lean back so the water was cascading onto her chest. He held her against the wall with the back of his arm and began to move at a fast pace.

"Slow," she moaned.

He ignored her, maintaining his rhythm

"I said slow…"

"Be quiet," he grated.

"Wait..." she gasped, feeling slightly alarmed, "stop..."

"Shut up," he growled.

"Please..."

"No," he rasped, and abruptly began to go harder. Now she was panicking, clinging onto his arm, trying to remove it, but she couldn't. She tried to yell his name, but quickly found words impossible as all she could do was squeal and shriek, multiple times.

He didn't stop for ten minutes, using every modicum of space in her to repeatedly make her shriek until her throat began to hurt. But she was helpless to him. What was wrong with him? Was he assaulting her!? Why wasn't he slowing down!?

Clearly after a while he decided she'd had long enough and he released, timing himself with her as she shrieked one final time. For a moment he held her to his chest, lingering in her, panting, until he finally pulled out and let her go. The both of them melted to the floor of the shower, utterly spent, but she was quite, quite scared. He hadn't stopped when she'd asked. He hadn't stopped…

He suddenly took her arm, looking at her with a pout. "Was that what you talked about?" he asked, panting.

Rose blinked in surprise at his unexpected words. "Umm... what?" she asked through gasps.

"You said be more controlling," he replied. "Was that what you wanted?"

Rose stared at him as the penny dropped. She'd been telling him he was being too careful for ages. He'd been obsessed with not hurting her, constantly asking for her permission to do anything. He'd finally changed his variables and made an effort to change his ways. She grinned and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh God, you were amazin'."

"Really?" he asked. His eyes were so hopeful. "I thought I was hurting you."

"I actually thought for a minute you were possessed," she gasped, collapsing onto him for a hug as she burst into laughter at herself. He laughed at that and held her closer. "Do that more often," she said.

"Okay," he replied, the torrent of water still crashing down onto their legs.

"I love you."

"Feeling's mutual."

For a moment they sat together under the water just holding each other, before finally Rose held up her hands, frowning. "I'm gettin' wrinkly."

"Prune," he mocked, and she playfully slapped his arm before dragging herself to her feet, the soles still pulsating like electric shooting through. She found a spare towel, wrapping it around herself as the Doctor recommenced his shower. She gave him a farewell wave before slipping out of the door to the bedroom.

And came face to face with Jack.

Instinctively she pulled the towel tighter around her, staring at him with wide eyes. "How long have you been standin' there?"

"Long enough," he replied, shoving his hands into his pockets as his brow furrowed slightly. "... You all right?"

"Great," Rose replied, grinning.

"That sounded..."

"It's fine," she cut over him, persisting with her smile. "What do you want?"

"About tomorrow..." he began, his voice suddenly lowering to a whisper. "Is it still happening?"

She nodded. "He's fine. Very energetic," she added as an afterthought.

"So I heard," Jack mused, and clearly began to imagine something.

Rose sighed, moving to the wardrobe to get a fresh set of clothes.