ZOMG, could that be...A NEW CHAPTER?! Sorry about that guys, I just recently recovered from a nasty bout of Writers' Block, but it's all good now! In fact, I tried to make this chapter long to make up for my month long hiatus. And now, put your trays into the upright position, it's time for take-off.

He looked into her eyes.

"Trust me."

She nodded and took his hand as he led her towards his private wing of the TARDIS. Ever since he met Rose, he had dreamt of doing this… just not exactly in this sort of condition.

Finally, they approached his room. Rose was rather excited; she had never seen his room before. He opened the door to a beautiful room with caramel coloured walls. He had a large mahogany canopy bed with a quilted navy velvet duvet with a bunch of gold and brown pillows. He also had a desk with some sort of futuristic computer, a large bookcase, and a cozy fireplace.

"Hold on, I'll just go get us some towels," The Doctor informed her as he ran out of the room towards a linen closet.

"Okay," she replied as she walked around his room.

Rose noticed that his room reflected his personality- warm, comforting. She glanced over by his desk, which had a few pictures framed on it. There were a few pictures of him with famous people- The Beatles, Elvis, Winston Churchill and the lot. A few others appeared to be from his escapades to strange planets. But one picture stood out. It was the two of them, from the last time they had visited Jackie. They had been running back to the TARDIS, hand in hand, and laughing. While Jackie had taken it as some sort of evidence that he was "pursuing" her in some way("You only want to get it off with 'er, you perverted old alien man!"), Rose had thought it was simply beautiful. In fact, it was one of her favorite pictures. She heard him coming back, so she quickly sat the picture back in its place and sat on his bed nonchalantly.

"Ready?" he asked, motioning for her to follow him and the towels, robes and assorted toiletries he was carrying.

His bathroom was HUGE. Its golden walls and navy, gold and cream marble tiled floor seemed to go on for miles.

"And I thought my bathroom was posh!" she yelped, "You have a bloody spa!"

"It's not a spa!" he protested, "It's just a…large powder room."

"Oh, so you have a swimming pool in your powder room?"

"It's a bath!"

"Your bath has a fountain, diving board and a slide?"

"What? I like to have fun! I'm a fun loving guy!"

"Well, I'd say more of a fun loving girl right now," teased Rose.

"Hey!"

"So, did I mention you have the best spa ever?"

"It's a powder room!!"

"Okay, whatever you say…"

"It is!"

Rose rolled her eyes and tore off The Doctor's tie and suit and jumped into the "bath" still wearing his banana covered boxers.

"Aye! Those are my favourite boxers!"

Rose just laughed as she came up for a breath. Really? Banana boxers? Only The Doctor could wear banana boxers. She promptly splashed him.

"Oh THAT is it!"

He stripped down to a pink polka-dotted bra and matching knickers and purposely dived in right next to her. The minute he came up for a breath, she splashed him again.

"Rooooose!" he whined, "You're messing up my bra!"

Rose rolled her eyes.

"And how do you suppose I'm doing that?"

"It feels like...water got inside the lining of it!"

"Ahhh, I see. Perhaps that's why they call it a water bra?"

The Doctor gave her a vengeful splash and doggy-paddled away.

"I'm gonna get you!" Rose warned.

"You're gonna have to catch me first!" The Doctor yelped as she dived into a deeper section of the Olympic pool-sized bath.

The epic battle of revenge lasted a good hour or so and ended in a truce in which they both agreed not to tell the other who had very obviously won (Rose was convinced it was her, but in The Doctor's eyes, he was the winner, end of story.).

A little while later, they decided to actually get to the cleaning part. The Doctor poured a bottle of bubble bath into the pool/bath, making it look like a fluffy white cloud. Rose started to use her own shampoo when he smacked it out of her hands.

"No!" he screamed, "I'm not going you let you make me smell fruity!"

Rose stifled back a laugh.

He poured some brown liquid into his hands and motioned for Rose to swim over. He started massaging it into her hair.

"This is…"

Rose tuned him out as he washed her hair with some sort of alien shampoo. It smelled good; like a mix between sandalwood, musk, vanilla, and something she didn't know the name of.

"I'm gonna dunk you, so don't get scared," he warned her as he finished washing her hair.

She was still tuned out, so of course she didn't hear him. She had been pondering her feelings for Micky. She still loved him, very much, but lately, she had been finding herself more and more attracted to The Doctor. She loved the way he wore his glasses, she loved his messy hair, she loved the way he wore his dirty white Converse trainers with his suit…

He watched her for a second, shrugged, and dunked her. She screamed (quite high pitched for The Doctor's vocal range, too) the minute he pulled her shoulders back. He didn't even know his voice could get that high!

"You okay?" he asked as he looked into her eyes.

"Yeah," she replied with a dreamy look in her chocolate brown eyes, "Absolutely perfect."

"Rose, what's this?" asked The Doctor, holding a tube of Great Lash.

"Mascara."

"What's this?" he questioned again, this time holding a tube of lipstick.

She sighed as she gelled and styled her hair into The Doctor's familiar bedheaded look.

"Doctor, how about we just go get dressed first, and then I'll help you with that stuff?"

"Okay," he muttered as he found his way into Rose's room.

Firstly, he had to locate the articles of clothing he was least looking forward to finding- her underwear. Finding the drawer, he quickly ran his hand through it and without even looking, he picked up a lacy pick thong.

"No, not happening!" He yelped, throwing it back into the drawer like it was some sort of disease.

He then was forced to look through (not that he was complaining) and grabbed the most modest he could find- a pair of white and red striped knickers that resembled boxer briefs and a matching white bra.

Underwear, check!

Next, he went on to her closet, which contained a massive amount of clothes.

At first he picked out a pair of jeans and a hoodie, but as he started to put the jeans on, something else in her closet caught his eye.

He pulled out a black belted white sundress with a red and black geometric pattern on it and tried it on first. It felt strange to him; not wearing pants. In fact, he actually sort of liked the breeze between his legs. He looked into the mirror. The dress hugged his curves quite well, and he thought it looked rather nice on him.

Why have I never seen Rose wear this? He wondered.

He noticed it was a bit chilly, and found a black cardigan in the closet and pulled it on.

Awww, but my legs are all cold now!

The TARDIS placed a pair of black stockings on Rose's bed.

"Wow, I didn't know you were good at accessorizing!" He commented to the TARDIS.

It replied in a series of clicks which he found that he couldn't understand anymore. He frowned and put on the stockings. He paired the stockings with modest black patent leather flats. To finish off the outfit, he walked down to the wardrobe room and found a vintage locket necklace.

He looked into the mirror and smiled.

There! Wow, seriously, why have I never seen Rose in this? She…well, I look beautiful!

He walked back to his room, where he found her getting dressed. He had forgotten to knock, and scared the living hell out of Rose, who had now changed into a pair of simple black boxers, trying to figure out what she was going to wear.

"Did you ever think of knockin'?" she asked sarcastically.

"I'm sorry. But it's not like I'm going to see anything I've never seen before!"

She rolled her eyes as she pulled on a pair of skinny jeans (where did she get those from?) and T-shirt that resembled a button down shirt with a tie, and a leather jacket.

"Where's my suit?!" sputtered The Doctor.

"Where's my jeans? I look like my grandmother!" quipped Rose.

"Where's my suit?!"

"What? Is it wrong that I wanted to dress you differently? At least I didn't make you look like a grandpa!"

"What's wrong with my outfit?!"

"It's just the pattern."

"I like this pattern!" declared The Doctor.

Rose rolled her eyes.

"Are you planning on brushing your hair at all today?"

The Doctor felt his blonde hair self-conciously. What? It looked fine to him! But then again...

"Here, let me fix it!"

Rose sprayed, teased and brushed his hair effortlessly. He just gaped in the mirror watching her do it all.

"You do this everyday?" He accidentally said out loud.

"Yep!" She answered, popping the p.

Admiring her handiwork, she reached down to start applying his mascara.

The Doctor, thinking Rose was coming in for a kiss, freaked out and pushed her away.

"Doctor! I'm jus' tryin' to do your make-up!" she squealed.

"What?"

"Look, here's that mascara we were looking at before."

Immediately, he calmed down. That was close. Not that he would've minded if she did kiss him, but it just would've been a bit awkward, kissing himself.

Without a fuss, Rose was able to finish his makeup in just a few minutes.

"There. Much better," she concluded as The Doctor checked himself out in the mirror.

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Rose."

"No problem, Doctor. I do that everyday, it's no big deal."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he teased.

She gave him a testing look, but then broke out into laughter.

"C'mon," she said, leading him out of the bathroom, "Let's go find out how to switch back to ourselves."

Well, that's it! I hoped you liked it! Please review, reviews make me happy and write faster! :)