The sand whacking her in the face repeatedly was a very tiny concern of Rose Tyler's.
In fact, on her ever-growling list of concerns, it was at the very bottom, right underneath the sand getting stuck in her shirt and trousers. At the very top of her list was the fact that the Doctor asking her if he could shower with her kept playing through her mind over and over again, causing her to grow warm and sigh in pleasure at the very image of her saying yes and them showering together under the warm, relaxing water while he ran his hands through her...
Yes, she needed to get rid of that concern right away.
Rose quickly turned around to make sure she could still the TARDIS, and approached a tent that had been set up in the sand. She leaped inside, coughing and sputtering as sand fell out of her nose, mouth, and ears. Her eyes, after the sand was scraped away, flickered upwards to see two men sitting in the tent, staring at her amusedly. "Well, we were expecting that other bloke, but hello!" a man said, beer in his hand as he took a sip.
"Yeah, are you with him? Tall bloke, spiky hair?" the other one said.
After coughing one more time, Rose replied, "Yeah, the Doctor. My name is Rose Tyler. Has he come here?"
The first man extended his hand, "My name is Etheridge, and this is Bunting. We met your friend, yes." The two exchanged a concerned glance. "Has something happened to him?"
"Some fly bit him," Rose explained, glad to know that she had found the same people who the Doctor had talked to. "I need to know how to cure the bite... He's been acting... Weird."
Bunting frowned, "We gave him a Cupid Fly."
Anger crossed Rose's expression. "You what?!"
"He asked for it." Bunting raised his hands in defense, brown eyes huge and innocent. "He really, truly asked for it miss! We have a box of 'em over there," he gestured towards the corner of the tent. "Said he was interested in studyin' it or somethin'."
"Tell me how to cure it," she pleaded. "He's been acting weird... All, um... Well, he wanted to shower with me."
Etheridge laughed drunkenly, raising his beer to the one that Bunting was now holding. "Poor fellow, let's have a toast to that, yeah?"
Rose rolled her eyes, "How do I cure it?"
"There is no cure as far as I know," the man replied. "I think you're stuck with him like that for a while. Not sure how long it lasts, either. Depends on how big his brain is, the larger the brain, the faster and better the fly's bite works."
Rose swallowed, rubbing at her temples. "Yeah, I know that. He's got a rather large brain."
Bunting chuckled, "I doubt that, considering he took a fly willingly and let it out, getting himself bit. But if that is true, I'm sorry, miss. We can't help you."
Coming up with an idea, Rose gestured towards the stack of boxes with flies in them. "Can I take one?"
"Don't let it out like your boyfriend did, but take as many as you want!"
She nodded, took a glass box, and left without saying good-bye, unsure of how to brace herself for the oncoming sand. On the way back she found that if she faced away from where the sand was blowing it was harder to walk, but much, much easier to breathe and to see where she was going. So she trudged back to the TARDIS sideways, mentally asking the ship to launch them back into the time vortex and deciding it would be a good idea to check on the Doctor.
"Doctor?" Rose called from outside his room, tapping her foot on the floor. The glass box was in the medical bay, since she didn't want the Doctor accidentally breaking it and getting bitten again. That would be only make this disaster worse. "Doctor, are you there?"
"Rose?" he answered, and she was surprised by how clear his voice sounded. "What happened? I don't remember much..."
Her heart raced a little at his words, "You're cured? Really, truly cured?"
"Cured of what?" he said as she opened the door. "And why was my..."
The second he saw her, his eyes regained the lust they had had earlier that day, and the pen he had been holding in his hand clattered to the ground. His mouth fell open a little bit before he licked his lips with longing, eyeing her lips once more. "Okay," she groaned, entering the room and picking up the pen off the ground, trying desperately not to notice the way he carefully examined her bum as she bent down, "not cured then."
"I missed you, Rose," he said in his husky voice that made her knees desperately want to collapse underneath her.
"Uh, missed you too," Rose replied cautiously, taking his sonic screwdriver from her back pocket and tossing it at him.
Apparently his reflexes were still in tact after the bite because he caught the screwdriver in one hand without taking his eyes off of her, flipping the screwdriver around and putting it back into his coat pocket before taking a step towards her. He put his hand on her head and stroked her hair with the back of it, grinning a crooked smile that made her breathing heavy.
And, oh, if he licked his lips one more time while looking at her, she was going to be put a lunatic asylum.
"I really, really missed you," he repeated, sitting down on the bed and looking up at her expectantly.
For the first time she noticed his jacket was laying over a chair on the other side of the room and his tie was undone around his neck, as if he had just woken up after a night of insanely good sex with her and been too lazy to dress all the way, and maybe when he woke up he would throw his arm overtop of her and whi...
God, these were not the thoughts she needed to be having right now. Or ever. Unless she was alone, then maybe it would be okay.
"Yeah, um... I bet..." Rose mumbled, backing up and intending to walk out the door but instead hitting the wall, banging her head against it and rubbing it with her left hand. Before she could blink the Doctor was by her side, his lips at the back of her head where she had hit it and kissing her gently.
"You okay?" he muttered in the same voice, eyes half-shut and a smile still playing on his lips.
She backed away quickly, "Yeah, I'm fine. Perfectly fine. Um... Doctor, can you follow me?"
He nodded eagerly like an obedient puppy, hopping along after her as she walked down the long hallway towards the console room. "Where are we going? Is it your bedroom?" They passed Rose's door and a frown grew on his face. "Not your room... Sex on the console, then?"
Rose whipped around on her heels at this, a blush growing on her already-warm face and staring at him. "Sex on the console?... Why would you want sex on the console?"
The Doctor shrugged, "I want sex everywhere with you." He said it in such a simple tone you'd think it was the world's most obvious thing that he would want to have sex with Rose Tyler everywhere in the bloody universe.
They reached the console room and he approached her immediately, ready to press his lips to hers. Instead she placed her index finger on her lips, making him envelope it in his lips, suck on it, and grin wildly. "Oi!" she said, slapping his face away lightly, "Don't suck on my finger!"
"Tastes good," he whined quietly, "like Rose."
"Okay, I need you to fly the ship to the New Earth hospital. After we were there, alright?"
"So no sex on the console?" he raised an eyebrow, as if that was the only thing that mattered. "What about on the jump-seat? I've had a lot of fantasies about that jump-seat, Rose Tyler."
The Doctor leaned in closer to her ear as he whispered this, and she shivered at his cool breath on her warm skin. Rose couldn't help but be curious, "Before you were bitten?"
"Bit by what?" he wondered, nipping at her neck a little bit.
Of course, she thought to herself, saying bitten was not a good idea.
"Er, don't bite me," she said lamely, pulling him away from her and attempting to deny the fact from herself that she missed his mouth and teeth on her neck. "No biting, now fly us to the New Earth hospital, yeah?"
He pondered this for a moment until mischief flared in his eyes, "Only if you fly it with me."
Rose was against this immediately. "I don't know how to fly the TARDIS."
"I'll teach you," he offered, grabbing each of her hands in his and stepping behind her so his chest was against her back and her bum was against his groin, not to mention against what she, once again, hoped was his sonic screwdriver. Rose arched forward a little bit as to avoid feeling his straining erection, but that action only made it larger. "Now, start with this lever."
His legs nudged hers forward so she obeyed his silent command and walked forward, him placing her hand on a red lever and pulling it as he rested his head on her shoulder, leaning into her as much as physically possible. "Now what?" she asked, surprised at how breathless her own voice sounded.
Rose Tyler needed to pull herself together, here and now.
"Now we go over here." He led her to the right before dropping his voice another octave (she didn't think that was possible) and mumbling into her ear. "I've had dreams about this, too, you know. You and I flying the ship together but it always, always ends up in bed. Your bed or my bed, doesn't matter." Rose shivered involuntarily again, making him smile against her skin. "And sometimes there are ropes..."
She gasped a little at his last word and tried to walk away from him, only to have him press his body even closer to hers. "Let's keep going to New Earth, yeah?"
"Mhmm..." he hummed lightly, seemingly content with the effect he had on her. "Next we step over here."
With every lever or button they pushed he made a big show of lowering their conjoined hands onto it and breathing on her skin anywhere he could reach, shoulder, neck, ear, or cheek. Every time she made a reaction, the regular shivering and the occasional whimper of sexual stress. He reveled in this, and, while Rose knew this, she still couldn't help it. "Are were here?" she asked after the TARDIS had made it's materialization noise.
"Sadly, we've arrived," he backed away a little from her, but not before kissing her chastely on the lips once more. "We should do that more often."
Too tired to come up with a real response she just nodded a little before walking towards the doors. Turning around, she noticed him following her, and frowned. "Can you go wait in your room while I do something?"
"What do you need to do on New Earth all alone? It's dangerous out there, Rose."
The fact that he was kissing her again told her that he was much more concerned with her lips than the danger that lied on the planet outside. He's sick, she continued telling herself. If he wasn't sick he wouldn't be doing this. If he wasn't sick he wouldn't be doing this. "I need to, uh, grab something. So just... Wait here, or in your room, and don't come out, you hear?"
He raised an eyebrow, "I want to come with you... We could have sex on the apple grass."
She gasped a little at this suggestion, a now familiar blush growing on her face. "What is up with you and sex? God, you're obsessed!"
"We don't have to have sex," he replied quickly, as if to make up for his previous words. "We could just make out if you'd like, I'm fine with that too. I can smell your arousal, Rose."
Her eyes widened as she backed up towards the doors, she needed a plan and she needed one now. She quickly ran through her thoughts and tried to think of anything, absolutely anything that would tie him up while she went to the hospital and attempted to find a cure. Wait a minute, Rose thought, that's it, tie him up.
"Oh," she mumbled to him, wrapping her arms around him once more and pulling her close so his erection touched her center through many layers of fabric. "But I want sex, Doctor. Do you happen to have any..." she brought her hand up his arm and to his bare bicep, squeezing it a little and tugging on the short, fine hairs that were there, "Ropes?"
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he nodded rapidly, running off into the corridor and coming back in only a minute, holding long, thick and tight ropes that would be absolutely perfect for tying someone up. Which was exactly what she wanted. Well, he wanted it too, but for different reasons.
Rose walked towards him and gulped, okay, here comes the hard part.
Preview of Chapter Four:
"Apple bottom jeans jeans, boots with the fur! With the fur! The whole club is looking at her!" the Doctor screamed as loudly as he could, tied up in the jump-seat of the console room by tight, strong ropes.
Rose was on his mind. Where was Rose, anyways? Rose with her lovely golden hair and big brown eyes. Not to mention the pretty pink lips. Oh, how he loved those lips. Why had she gone to New Earth without him? Why would she promise him sex and not deliver? Especially with ropes. That wasn't the Rose he knew. Unfair. Completely and utterly unfair. He would have to punish her for that later, that wandering off of hers. A dirty image came to his mind and he chuckled.
Afterwards he frowned, glancing around the room that was now spinning around him backwards and forwards and flipping itself over and over again. Clarity was starting to come to his mind, he could tell that much, but it was definitely a strange feeling.
A/N: This was so fun to write! :D If you leave a review then David Tennant comes to your house after being bitten by a Cupid Fly! :P