Previously:
He contemplated this. "I'm not sure, we haven't had a victim with the Cupid Fly bite here for many, many years. I'll take you to our head doctor, perhaps they can assist you."
She smiled her thanks and followed the man down a hallway, her eyes flickering about as she walked. Cassandra taking over her body had not been a pleasant experience.
Rose almost fell to the floor in relief when she realized that the head doctor wasn't a cat nun. Instead he was a tall, lean man whose body shape reminded her plenty of her Doctor. His hair, however, was long and black and his eyes were a stunningly bright blue that matched a tiny ring on his ring finger. From first glance he seemed to be in his thirties but when Rose got closer and saw detailed laugh lines by his eyes and some tiny wrinkles developing underneath his eyes she guessed he was somewhere in his forties.
"Hi, Rose! I'm Dr. Robertsten. How may I assist you?" he said in a happy voice while staring up at her and toying with the stethoscope around his neck.
Rose extended her hand, "I'm Rose Tyler, but I guess you already know that."
"Yes, of course! You and the mystical Doctor are very well known here at the New Earth hospital."
It took every ounce of strength Rose had not to snort with laughter, "Mystical?"
"Yes," Dr. Robertsten nodded rapidly, "is he not mystical with his mysterious blue box and immense bravery?"
Rose nodded slowly, suppressing another giggle, "Yes, of course he is mystical. Anyways, he's been bitten by a Cupid Fly and I need a cure for it. Do you have anything like that here?"
The doctor contemplated this, "Well when the thousands of live victims were in the pods they couldn't be tested with the Cupid Fly since they wouldn't see another living thing. However with our new methods of finding cures to diseases perhaps we can find the Cupid Fly cure. Since nobody has been bitten for a very, very long time I'm not sure we have anything developed."
Her face dropped a little, "But you'll try?"
"For the Doctor? Of course."
Rose hugged Dr. Robertsten, "Thank you! He's been acting so strange..."
"We will probably need to see the victim," the doctor said as he wrote something down on a notepad.
Her eyes widened, "Oh... Well he's in the TARDIS at the moment. You know, our blue police box." Rose's lips curved upwards, "He's a bit tied up at the moment but you all could come see him in the TARDIS if you need to run some tests."
"I'm afraid the tests must be performed in our hospital. I'll give you some disinfectant spray, simply spray it all over him or have him do it. Then just bring him into the hospital and we'll take it from there."
She nodded, "Okay, but that may take a while."
"Roseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," the Doctor groaned against the police box doors. Ropes were scattered all over the floor and his body was a little bruised from breaking out of them. "Let me outtttttttttttttt. Please, I don't know what I did! Let me out of here!" He banged on the door repeatedly and tried to pull and push them open again but it was to no avail, the TARDIS was going to keep him there.
How had he gotten trapped in there? Was Rose hurt? Where was she? What if Rose was right outside the police box doors, dying? And how had he gotten tied up in his own jump seat?
He sat down against the doors and desperately tried to remember how he had gotten there. Bunting and Etheridge. He remembered them. A planet filled to the top with sand, sand because... Because of Cupid Flies. Oh, god, Cupid Flies!
His hands flew to his neck and he felt the tiny indentation. A Cupid Fly had bit him! Oh no, what effect had it had on him? And why was the effect gone now?
"I understand! I was bitten! But I'm better now so let me out!" he screamed as he banged on the doors. The ship hummed in pain. "I'm sorry, girl... I don't want to hurt you but I'm worried about Rose. Can you show me her?"
At that exact moment Rose opened up the doors and stared at him. "Doctor? Are you better?"
"Um..." He tried to pronounce the word yes but his mind was fried into a potato at the sight of Rose Tyler. Her hair was wind tossed and shirt unbuttoned just a bit to reveal the top of her cleavage. "Yes..?"
The Doctor tried to remember what he had been thinking moments before Rose arrived, but he couldn't. "Okay, not cured then," she sighed, rubbing her head and causing the Doctor to watch her hands movements with interest. She ignored him. "Should've known you'd break out of those restraints, that's so like you."
"Mhmmm," he hummed with delight, taking another step towards her so they were only inches apart.
"Doctor," she breathed out.
"Yes, Rose?" he asked with delight clear on his face.
"I need to disinfect you."
He raised an eyebrow, "With your lips?"
She shook her head and raised up the bottle for him to see. "Nope, with this bottle. So come here and let me spray you."
The Doctor decided to only listen to the first half of her instructions so he placed his hands gently on her upper back and joined their lips, sucking on her upper lip. His actions elicited a moan from her and he smiled against her mouth. While he was simply enjoying kissing her, Rose was trying desperately to remember why kissing him was such a bad idea.
She gathered the strength to pull away and he frowned, "Why'd you stop?"
His puppy dog face hadn't lost any effect on her in the past day and it broke her heart to see his lower lip extended like that. It would be so easy, so simplistically nice to just pull that lip into her mouth and then dip her tongue into... Okay, once again these were not the right thoughts to be having. "I can't. You're sick. Now I need to spray you with this bottle."
Rose raised the bottle and squirted it at him a little, causing him to shriek. "It tickles! Rose, that tickles! Ah! Stop it!"
She mercilessly continued spraying him, "Doctor, this is important!"
"Nope, that spray is evil!" The bottle squirted again and he covered his face with his hands, "Stop!"
Rose shook her head and pounced on him, throwing him to the ground. With one hand she wrestled with his wrists to keep them safely bound above his head and with the other she squirted his chest with the bottle. "Stay still!"
The Doctor continued attempting to squirm out of her grip but instead it only caused his erection to dig into her thigh. He groaned a little and Rose stopped spraying him with wide eyes. "Mmm," he hummed while rubbing himself against her.
"Doctor," she said in a warning voice.
"You feel nice," he complimented with another wiggle that caused a gasp to escape her own mouth.
"Doctor," Rose said louder as the bottle clattered to the floor. Her eyes fell shut involuntarily as he continued his actions with more and more force. "Stop it."
"Doesn't really sound like you want me to stop it," he noted with a tiny thrust.
She scrambled off of him and picked up the bottle, spraying it at him as if it was a gun. "Okay, now I need to get you into the New Earth hospital. I don't think I'll be able to disinfect you any more than you already are."
He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at her warily, "No more spray bottle?"
"No more spray bottle," she confirmed.
The Doctor seemed somewhat content with this, but he wanted to make sure. "Throw it."
Rose shrugged and tossed the bottle over her shoulder so it skidded across the TARDIS floor. "Now, come to the hospital with me."
He stood up and walked over to a coral strut, picking up a brown tie since he was currently lacking one and beginning to tie it around his own neck while not moving his eyes away from Rose's. "I don't need to go to the hospital. I'm a Doctor."
She wanted to groan in frustration. She had been one tiny second away from getting him to go to the hospital! So close and yet he had gotten distracted! And, god, his fingers could really work a tie. They slowly looped one end through until he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing up and down like a fishing lure.
Rose shook her head to refocus, "Yes, you are a Doctor, but you're sick. So come on!"
He frowned, "Can you tie this for me?"
After a quick gesture towards his neck she was placing her fingers on his cool skin. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure and stop touching his neck to work on the tie instead. When it was thoroughly knotted she tugged on his arm and pulled him towards the door. "Now let's get you cured."
As they began walking out the TARDIS doors, Rose was debating whether or not it was a miracle that he had gone with her without a word in refusal. Though, after a mere minute of walking, he spoke up.
The Doctor marched behind her as she trotted through the grass, shoving away a tree branch. "Sex time?" he asked excitedly, bouncing a little as he tried to keep up with her. "Is it?"
"Doctor, you're obsessed," she replied with a groan. "Can't you think of anything other than sex?"
"Um... Snogging."
"Anything else?"
"You in general. Your hair, mouth, breasts. Your entire body, really. It's all very nice."
Rose rolled her eyes and continued marching through the grass without a change in her solemn expression, "Thanks. Now hurry up."
He jogged to catch up with her, "Stop walking, let's go back to the TARDIS."
"Nope, we're continuing," Rose stated firmly.
"Bet I can make you stop."
She took a quick glance at him while trying not to show her curiosity. Instead of speaking she hummed in reply, "Mmm."
"Would you like to see me try, Rose Tyler?" He smirked at her amusedly and grabbed her left hand with his right. Although he had done this several times before he had been bitten, she shivered.
"Try what?" Rose said, only the tiniest bit breathless.
"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand before continuing, "would you like to see me try and make you stop walking?"
"No thank you."
"Well, I don't have to use my body, you know? In fact I distinctly remember you telling me earlier that my voice is very sexy." His voice was on an octave she seldom heard him use, one that was low and promising.
"Doctor," Rose rubbed her forehead in frustration and let go of his hand, ignoring the way her skin tingled with the want to hold his hand again, "let's just go to the hospital."
"You look very fuckable right now," he said in a slow voice, keeping his eyes on hers as to watch her reaction. She turned to look at him and stopped walking.
"Doctor," she repeated threateningly. "Shut up and walk."
He nodded and continued through the apple grass, getting closer and closer towards the large building. "This is a long walk," he mused, "I don't know if I'll make it. You know what might make it easier?"
There was no reply.
"Maybe if you took your shirt off..."
Still no reply.
"Or your trousers. Or both, both would do very nicely indeed. Or would you like me to take off my shirt, maybe? I can guarantee you that what's underneath it will exceed your wildest fantasies."
Rose still didn't say a word.
"I'd love to take you right here on this apple grass. Take your shirt off myself, I would! With my teeth!" he promised, licking his lips and smiling manically at the back of her head.
Rose spun around on her heels and glared at him, a large red blush covering her entire face. "Will you shut up?! God, stop it, will you?! You're so..." She began shaking her head while trying to think of an adjective.
"Sexy? Flirty? Brilliant? Tempting? Tantalizing... Oh! I like that word! Tantalizing, describes me perfectly, doesn't it Rose Tyler?" The Doctor grabbed her shoulders and met their lips with a deep kiss. His mouth trailed down to her neck and she felt a sharp bite there that made her gasp. However, it was only when she felt his tongue against her teeth that she got the courage to pull away.
Rose looked towards the hospital and saw that Dr. Robertsten was watching them with a worried frown. She grabbed the Doctor's arm hard and yanked him towards the doors, shoving him inside. "There, I got him here! All disinfected and believe me it was not easy."
The medical doctor nodded, "I can see that."
Rose was confused for a moment before she followed where the doctor's eyes were looking. A giant, red hickey rested nicely on the right side of her neck in plain sight. Of course it just happened to be in the perfect area where it would be difficult to cover by most shirts.
She turned to look at the Doctor who had a proud and amused look on his face. He spoke simply, "You're mine now."
Preview of Chapter Six:
"Yureh veroy pweatty fom das amgle," his mouth formed the words from underneath the duct tape. A wide smile graced his lips.
Rose rolled her eyes and ripped the tape off, making him wince. "What did you say?" she asked curiously.
"I said you're very pretty from this angle," he said happily.
Dr. Robertsten approached the medical bed and adjusted the straps that held the Doctor in. Then he took the duct tape and placed it firmly back on the Time Lord's mouth. The man turned to Rose with a sympathetic smile, "You'd best keep that tape on him."
A/N: Merry Christmas! Oh, wait, I'm late? Dang. I'm so sorry for not getting this up on time but Christmas festivities (basically just Matt Smith's regeneration) kept me busy! Did anyone else cry when he regenerated? It was so sad. :( Anyways, I had an idea! I love writing this story so much and I thought that maybe if I made a sister story to this where Rose gets bitten instead of the Doctor, that that would be super cool. Would anyone like that? It'd just be a switching of the roles, and perhaps a bit of a different plot to keep it interesting as well. Wow, I promised myself I'd keep this A/N short, look how that worked out. So be sure to leave a review even if you're shy! I rarely bite! Thanks for reading! :)