Our couple has a chat to get those pesky doubts out of the way.

Usual disclaimers apply, don't own Who.

Rose was in a shocked silence. The walk back to her bedroom was hushed, a contrast to the chaos in her head. The Doctor was going to watch get off with a banana. What had made him suddenly interested in her non-existent sex life? She was not going to deny her nervousness. The man she loved was going to see her in her most vulnerable state, writhing in pleasure she wished he was the cause of. She wasn't going to lie, even the thought of him watch her please herself was getting her wet. She knew he listened at her door but she couldn't gauge his reactions. So imagine him seeing her do it live and direct. She bit her lip at that and brought the banana to her lips.

"You aren't going to actually eat it are you? Because you are supposed to peel the skin first." The Doctor slowly pulled the banana away from her mouth, stopping at where they stood. He swiped his thumb at her chin.

Rose couldn't speak yet, much less meet his eyes. She was feeling awfully shy at the moment. She chose to shake her head instead. The Doctor's thumb moved to her chin, his index finger resting just under her lower lip. He tilted her head to meet his gaze, his eyes staring into hers. He looked serious, no flirtatious looks or smouldering stares, concern alone radiated from his usually enigmatic self.

"You don't have to do this Rose. I will never force you to do something you are uncomfortable with."

She was distracted by his thumb rubbing relaxing tiny circles on her chin. Looking into his eyes, she saw nothing but tender softness, as if she was a beautiful flower in bloom. This gave her encouragement. She wanted to change that to fire and lust. Gripping his wrist, she moved his hand to her lips and gently kissed it, holding his gaze. He was amicable towards her action, giving her a soft smile. She dragged his fingers to her lips and nipped his index finger. The Doctor inhaled deeply quickly meeting her hooded gaze. Rose saw his eyes rapidly change from a soothing glance to one of a man with a substantial primal need. He pushed his finger deeper into her mouth and she swirled her tongue around it as if he was a tasty lolly. He let out a tiny groan and clenched his jaw, his breathing becoming heavy.

"I want you to watch Doctor. Don't you think I know you've been outside my door every night?" She nipped his middle finger this time. "You naughty boy."

The Doctor opened and closed his mouth like a fish that was on land. His eyes were round as saucers, trying and failing to look innocent. Rose smirked at him. Now who was the uncomfortable one?

"I-I did no such thing!" He spluttered, not quite meeting her eyes. He shook his head vigorously. "I only make sure you're fine at night! Nightmares Rose! Nightmares. I have to make sure that after a harrowing adventure you are fine. I have to take care of you!"

Rose continued smirking at him. The poor sod was floundering, expecting never to be called out on his voyeuristic tendencies.

"It's all right Doctor. I have no problem with it."

The Doctor looked surprised, doing the fish imitation again. "Truly?"

Rose let go a soft laugh. "Hmm. You've just indirectly admitted to frequently being at my door at indecent times."

"Ah." He uttered, looking sheepish.

Rose studied him. His moods were shifting like the wind, always changing. The Doctor was always like this but she needed to know. This wasn't going to be something intimate they would do, never to be acknowledged again. He had the tendency to not ever speak of some things again and was an expert at deflecting questions. It was like he deleted those memories from his impressive collection making them as if they had certainly not occurred. Rose refused to let that happen to this moment.

"Where do we go from here Doctor? What happens next?"

The Doctor placed his right hand behind his neck, rubbing it slowly as if the answer would burrow its way into his brain.

"I assume your bedroom. Or somewhere else you might want to try?" He winced as he rubbed and pulled a hair. "Then you..." He blushed and gestured at the banana. Where was the man who claimed he wanted to see her in all her wonton glory?

Rose studied him intently. He was still blushing, facing the floor and refusing to say any more. She still needed her answer however.

"I meant between us Doctor. Are we going to deny this afterwards?" She gestured the space that separated them. "I need more from you but I don't know if you can give it."

She bit her lip, reaching for his hand. She rubbed soothing circles on his hand then brought it up to kiss it. She felt his other hand fitting against her cheek. He was calm again she noticed, looking ready to answer her questions. Instead he pulled her face to his and gently brushed his lips against hers.

"Rose Tyler," he whispered against her lips. Her took her hands and spanned them across his chest where his hearts were pounding out his answer. "These belong to you. Always have since I took your hands in that basement. I am yours, my precious girl."

He kissed her with more pressure this time but not plunging into her mouth. He was savouring it, as if she was the most exquisite wine in the galaxy. She declared that this should be a regular thing, she was quickly losing oxygen from his kisses. He broke off, leaving her gasping for breath. He stepped back and brought his hands together into a booming clap which made her jump. He winked at her startled expression, his lips in a teasing smirk.

"Now. Let's get on with the show Miss Tyler. Critics are waiting to critique!"

Rose granted him a coy smile, walking up to him and fingering his tie. It was the red one with the floral pattern. Oh the things she wanted to do with that tie.

"I plan on performing for an audience of one." She pulled the tie, lowering his head to hers. She let her breath ghost against the shell of his ear, making his pores raise. "I intended on getting on a five star rating from him."

The Doctor swallowed, making Rose want to nibble on that gorgeous Adam's apple of his. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it. He squeezed back. She gave him a cheeky grin and pulled him closer to her side.

"Doctor?" She asked. "The show is about to start." She bumped her shoulder to his side "You don't want to be late do you?" The Doctor furiously shook his head, making her smile. "Good. Then run!"