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"Doctor, it was just a little fly bite. Calm down, will you?" Rose frowned and looked at the fly's dead body laying on the floor near him.

"No! Not just a little..." Drowsiness began to take him over as his eyes shut. "Rose..." he moaned, reaching a hand up towards her.

"Are you just being overdramatic? Or are you trying to prank me or get back at me for something? Because I told you clearly that I set both the Wii remotes right in the second drawer, so if you still can't find them then-"

"Not that..." The Doctor shook his head quickly and strained to open his eyes. "Tired..."

Unconsciousness took him and Rose put her hands on her hips, frowning. She leaned over him closely and examined the minuscule bite on his nose. Then, she crawled over to where the fly's corpse lay and looked at it. It was black and plump with pink stripes on the side, making her cock her head to get a closer look. Most normal flies didn't have pink stripes, so perhaps the Doctor wasn't just insane. But it was most definitely dead. Shrugging, she picked up his body, grunting a little at the heaviness of it, and tried to get him to his bedroom without bonking his head on everything in sight.

He only had a few bruises on him by the time she actually reached his rarely-used room, however he was still completely unconscious. Rose went to the kitchen to make tea for him and brought it back to his bedside for when he woke up. Afterwards she walked to the console room with the intent of figuring out just what had bitten him, since she was getting somewhat worried. After all, it wasn't the first time he had been bitten by a strange alien creature, but it was the first he had actually lost conciousness. The TARDIS, nice and helpful as the ship was, informed Rose through pictures that it was a Cupid Fly. The ship didn't know the extent of it's effects, especially on a Time Lord, but it wouldn't be good. So Rose thanked the ship and returned to the Doctor's bedside, wanting to be there when he woke up.

His eyes flickered open and he felt like he was covered in a thick bed of smoke, barely able to see anything and unable to breathe. On his right was Rose, sleeping in a chair while holding the second book of the Harry Potter series, and the sight made him smile since he knew Rose must have been watching over him when she drifted. "Rose?" he asked gently, nudging her arm with his hand.

She woke up immediately and realized what was going on, giving him a bright, world-famous Rose Tyler smile. "Doctor! You're awake! How are you feeling? What happened?"

"Good... I barely remember what happened..." He was about to continue talking when his eyes caught sight of her inviting plump, pink lips that were open just enough to reveal her dazzling white teeth and tongue sticking out of her mouth. Rubbing his eyes with both his hands he was shocked to realize he had never noticed the beauty of her mouth before. "Uh.. What was I saying?"

"You don't remember what happened? There was some fly, you kept going on about it, running into the kitchen like an angry caveman."

His mouth opened when the memories came flooding back, "The Cupid Fly?"

She nodded. "Yeah, the Cupid Fly. The TARDIS told me a bit about it... It bit you. But it won't effect you because you're a Time Lord, right?"

The Doctor's gaze was still completely settled on her lips, but she didn't seem to notice. "Not at all... I'm tough, a little fly would't hurt me. Sorry if I scared you, earlier. I didn't want it to bite you... That'd be a disaster."

Rose didn't speak for a moment but he continued staring at her, his mouth open a little bit as he licked his lips. "Er... Doctor?" she asked after about a minute, waving a hand in front of his eyes.

Instead of replying he lowered his eyes, scanning her entire body. He stopped for a moment at her breasts and continued, leaning over the bed a little bit to see her revealed lean, tan legs. "Uh... Yeah?" he replied, making eye contact with her and grinning wildly as usual.

"You sure you're alright?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, of course."

Rose accepted this answer and stood up, stretching out her arms. His pupils dilated as her shirt rode up a little bit, giving him a tiny view of some of her skin, and her chest puffed out. "I'm going to go shower. Stay in bed for a while, alright? Don't get up right away, and there's some tea over there." She nodded her head towards the nightstand and spun around on her heels to leave.

"Can I come?" he asked quickly, scrambling up anyways, ignoring her orders.

"Oi! I just said not to get up!" She marched back and shoved him lightly into the bed, tucking him in. "Come where?"

"You said you were going to shower," he said simply, as if it was obvious.

Rose looked taken aback and she frowned. "Yeah?..."

The Doctor grinned again, "Can I come?"

"You want to come to the shower?"

"Mhmm."

"With me?"

"Mhmmmmm."

"Doctor... Are you one-hundred percent sure that Cupid Fly didn't affect you?"

"Of course it didn't!" He stood up to prove his point, only to stumble to the nearest wall and hold on for dear life. "Oh, I don't feel so good anymore."

She ran over to support him and he rested his hands on her shoulders before lowering them to her waist, wrapping them around her and bringing her body closer to his.

And god, she hoped that what she felt pressing against her was his sonic screwdriver in his pocket.

He stared into her eyes drunkenly, grinning like an idiot as she tried to squirm away from him. Instead of letting her get away he pulled her head to his, meeting their lips and kissing her breathless. As much as she eagerly wanted to return it, Rose backed away and tried to get him into bed. "Mmm..." He relished in the taste of her, smacking his lips together. "You taste like Rose."

"Doctor, you're freaking me out," Rose said, blushing a little bit but trying not to show it. "Get into bed, now."

His expression turned sad as he obeyed, laying down in the bed on top of the covers with his arms folded across his chest. "Can I still come to the shower with you?" His big eyes were pleading and his lower lip was extended just the right amount, and the sheer power of his puppy-dog face made her almost blurt out a 'yes'.

"God, what did that fly do to you?..."

He feigned interest in her words as his eyes focused on her hips where his hands had been holding her moments ago. "What fly?"

"The Cupid Fly! That's what it's called, yeah?"

"Mhmm," the Doctor nodded, eyes flickering up to meet hers as he grinned. "Shower time yet?"

"Can you tell me more about the Cupid Fly, Doctor?" Rose asked hopefully, sitting on his bed and grabbing his hand in hers, a little cautious since she wasn't sure when he would start making out with her again.

"Well," his voice trailed off and he lowered his head onto the fluffy white pillow. "I'm kind of tired."

"I'd really, really be thankful for some information," she said with a tongue-out-of-teeth smile. He didn't move, so she decided she would have to try alternative methods. Her hand moved up his arm a little bit, brushing the hairs on it. She leaned in closer to him, resting her head on his chest and saying in a lower voice, "You're so smart, Doctor. Can't you tell me anything about it?"

The Doctor's mouth dropped open a little as he stared at her on his chest, struggling to see her face without moving her. "Uh..."

Great. That was just her luck. Now he was shy.

He didn't continue, so Rose raised the hand that wasn't on his arm to his hair, running her hand through it a few times. She hated to admit how much it turned her on, touching him so intimately like this. However, after she appreciated his gorgeous locks, she remembered her goal with this. "So... The Cupid Fly... What's it do?"

The Doctor swallowed audibly, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. She tugged on his hair a little harder and he moaned, actually moaned, before speaking quickly. "The Cupid Fly..." he began, but cut himself off as he flipped their position, throwing her down onto the bed and crawling on top of her.

His knees were in between her own spread legs and his hands were on her wrists, holding her down. His eyes were hungry and devious as he looked at her like she was a sugar cookie waiting to be eaten. He lowered his mouth to her collarbone and held himself an inch away from her. He lightened his grip on her wrists a little, careful not to hurt her. "The Cupid Fly bites..." The Doctor nipped a little at her neck, making her squeal with surprise and causing heat to rush to her center.

She snapped herself out of it and focused on the task again. However, if the Doctor would have to kiss her for her to get information, so be it. "Tell me more, I love it when you talk smart."

A little rush of masculine pride ran through him and his grin widened. "It dies instantly after it bites its victim... And the bite..." He nipped her again, soothing the spot with his tongue.

It took all of Rose's self control not to arch her body towards him, and she began to question whether or not she had been bit too. "Tell me about what the bite does," she said in the husky voice she had used earlier.

A little gasp escaped his mouth as he descended on her lips again, kissing her harder than before with more desperation. This time, he broke it away, since she didn't have much of a choice held down like this, and spoke. "The victim of the Cupid Fly falls completely and irreversibly in love with the first being they see... They practically," he paused to kiss her again chastely on the lips, before continuing, "worship them."

Rose's eyes widened at this information, which was a bit different than what the TARDIS had said. However, she wasn't done with him yet. "And... What would it do to a Time Lord?"

"Oh, Rose," he breathed her name like it was a prayer, "they don't effect Time Lords... We're very, very strong." As if to prove this he pulled her off the bed and pressed her up against the wall with his arms behind her so she wouldn't get hurt. He kissed her hard against it and moved his hands down to her bum, lifting her up.

As soon as he touched her here she backed away out of instinct, frowning. She definitely should not let him get any further. "What if it did effect a Time Lord though?" The Doctor walked towards her for more but she put out her hand, pushing him away by the chest and shaking her head. "Tell me and I'll give you a reward." Rose licked her lips for effect and was shocked when it worked, his breath hitching and eyes following the movement of her tongue like his life depended on it.

"If it did, somehow work, then it's effect would be doubled... Since Time Lords have twice the brain capacity, the Fly has more room to work. That's how they infect you, the bite goes straight to your brain and drives you crazy."

Rose nodded, taking in the new information and walking towards him to give him the reward she promised. She met his lips, sucking a bit on his top lip and making him moan. He was so focused on the kiss he didn't notice when her hand slipped into his jacket pocket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Content with her prize she backed away, holding it up in the air. "Alright, Doctor, get in the bed. Fun time is over, yeah?"

"Roseeee..." he groaned, sitting down on the bed to comply, but not laying down.

She smiled and lifted his legs onto the bed, pulling the covers over him and tucking him in again. Afterwards she exited the room, ignoring his pleading, and locked the door with the screwdriver so he wouldn't be able to get out. The banging on the door was audible from the console room, as she prepared to step out of the police box doors and onto the planet the TARDIS had so kindly flown them back to.

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