It had really started rather innocently. All he'd done was wake up from the small bit of a sleep he took out of boredom and decided he wanted some breakfast. So far so good. He'd made toast, couldn't seem to find jam, and unhappily settled for butter. Not much harm done. And then Rose had waltzed in.
Almost literally she'd waltzed in, cradling a sundae glass of parfait. Fine, still fine. She sat down with a cheery good morning, which he'd returned in turn, finding it only slightly odd but rather nice that she wasn't in a state in the morning (he'd found out soon enough that Rose Tyler was not a morning person).
But when she began to eat the delectable treat, the Doctor though, this had to be intentional. She had to know she was making him crazy. Every move she made, every sound she uttered was perfectly timed for impact, and he knew it.
Rose moaned again and he fought to focus on his toast. Every bite tasted drier with every groan of her paramount pleasure.
It had to be illegal on some planet for someone to so enjoy a simple parfait. It didn't have chocolate sauce, banana, or even strawberry; it was juts plain old peppermint.
Sweet, sweet peppermint that must taste so good off those full, sweet lips of
hers, rolling off that playful tongue… The Doctor very nearly slammed his face into the toast, just to avoid seeing her lavish her attention so deliciously on the ice cream treat.
Rose allowed him to think her smiles were all about the parfait, but truly, she was sadistically enjoying watching him twitch and internally fight his obvious desire. The signs had been showing for weeks—his touches were more frequent, with less excuse, and getting more and more friendly, more and more intimate. His smiles were getting brighter, his eyes lingering on her longer and longer.
First she'd been at a loss--what if she was misreading him? What if these were just the quirks of this regeneration? She'd dreamt up every excuse for his actions, but as more time passed, she began to see the looks in his eyes, began to catch him staring what could only be described as adoringly when he thought she wasn't looking. Even her mum had backed off, as if she knew she was intruding on… something. Something new that she hadn't shared—or at least not as strongly—with the Doctor before…
And then her mind had turned to plotting. He was too polite, she thought, and she was going to push him until he snapped.
She shoved another spoonful in her mouth and pulled it out slowly and tantalisingly. Holding the spoon delicately, she lavished her tongue across its surfaces, lapping up every trace of white. She was hyperaware of the Doctor's surreptitious staring.
As Rose scooped more out of the glass—where had she even gotten a parfait? He began to suspect the TARDIS was plotting against him—the Doctor fought the desire to knock her and the parfait to the floor and lick every bit of creamy delight off her smooth, bare skin. How much more parfait would the confection taste, sucked off the swell of her breasts, licked from the delectable spot when shoulder met neck? And those moans would have a harmony line of gasps added as she took pleasure in him, in every touch, and he would ravish her, savouring every bite, so to speak, every lick—
"Want some?" she asked innocently, displaying a full-up spoon and desperately fighting off a grin.
The Doctor wiped accumulating sweat from his forehead and suddenly became aware he was lightly panting.
"No thanks," he squeaked in an alien (so to speak) voice, gesturing to his toast. "I've got my breakfast."
"Are you sure, Doctor? It's really good?" She stifled a girlish giggle with another mouthful.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, exposing the sensitive flesh of her neck that was just inviting him to taste it. She moaned again, relishing the taste as much as the sight of the Doctor doing his best impression of a fish.
"Nope, I'm good," he said quickly. Rose sighed contentedly and he pushed his chair away abruptly, standing shakily.
"I have-have to go…wash my feet," he spluttered, abandoning his toast and rocketing through the doorway. He was not falling prey to the wily charms he suspected she was employing.
Only when she heard a door slam in the distance did Rose burst out laughing.