A/N: This chapter was again written with help from my twin, her stories are at .Read please! Oh yeah, I don't own Strictly Come Dancing.

Wow, it's the last chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

Can you name the types of "porn" used in the story? Answer at the end, but read chapter first!

Forgetting tea and inhibitions

Rose had just made tea for her and the Doctor. He had been in the lab for over two hours, so she thought he would be thirsty. She just wanted to see him anyway. She then remembered that his jacket was still in the laundry and would be ready. So she wondered along to the laundry and found it folded up in the other chute. She picked it up and started to put it on. Well, it would make it easier to carry and would look good on her she thought. Not because it was the Doctor's, a wicked voice in her head said dripping with sarcasm, definitely not. She deftly buttoned up the jacket, then walked back to the kitchen and picked up the tea. They were carried carefully, as she didn't want to spill anything on the jacket, and went to the lab. When she arrived, she had to suppress her laughter. The Doctor was in a state! His lab coat was so splattered with liquid, it was almost multicoloured. And his hair was in such a mess! She had never seen hair so tangled and stuck up. It was at such random angles, it was obvious that this experiment had been stressful.

The Doctor had just finished clearing up. He looked up and saw Rose trying not to laugh; wearing his jacket. He pouted. It looked really good on her, but his lab coat was so dirty that he needed something else to wear. He unconsciously licked his lip, his tongue lingering on the philtrum. He took off the coat and goggles.

"I've just brought you a cup of tea," Rose said, and put the cups on the bench. Her eyes were drawn to The Doctor's lips, where his tongue was poking out, like in thought. She shook herself. The Doctor made her crazy at times. "And your jacket is ready," she continued, recovering from looking at his beautifully soft lips.

"So, can I have it back then?" the Doctor asked. He was cold and needed to keep warm. Had she really been staring at his lips before? Maybe Cassandra was right after all. How could he think that? It could have been nothing. He started to move towards her, hoping she would relinquish the jacket.

"You know, I think it looks better on me," Rose said, smiling, and started to run away from the Doctor.

"I'm cold! Give it back!" he whined like a child. Rose wanted to giggle again, as it was so funny to wind him up. She then decided to wind up the Doctor further by starting to move exactly like he did when Cassandra was in him.

"Ooh baby I'm beating out a samba!" She said, grinning, mimicking him whilst shaking her hips and waving her arms in the air.

"Rose! That's not fair!" He yelled. It really wasn't fair, as he wasn't in control at the time. Why did she want to tease him? He pouted again, "You wouldn't like it if I teased you about you kissing me when Cassandra was in you!"

"Maybe I wouldn't care," Rose quietly replied, and realised what she had said. Why did she have to say that? She was so embarrassed, and tried to escape. As she tried, she bashed against the bench, her arms went down to support her.

Had Rose really said that? He hoped she had. He decided to push it. She was trying to slide away, so he quickly went over, pressed his body against hers. He could feel the heat of her body against him, getting hotter and hotter, and it hit him like a wave. His hands went either side of her waist.

"So what Cassandra said was true?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Erm, well, sorta, maybe, um, kinda…" she stumbled, trying to get out of the situation, going red and eyes on his tie. But what was the Doctor playing at? He started to lean in closer, Rose could feel his breath on her cheek. He got to left her ear, his lips just millimetres away from it.

He whispered, "Do you think I'm foxy then?"

She was angered. He was playing with her. How dare he! She thought he was not like other men, well males as he was not a man but a Time Lord. Some had played her, but she never thought the Doctor would. How very wrong she was. She shoved him out of the way.

"Why are you playing me?" Her voice cracking as she was on the verge of tears, as she loved the Doctor so much that his actions hurt her more compared to when others in the past did it. "What do you want?" This was when she started to cry.

What had he done? He had messed her around. He hadn't meant to, he just wanted to have a little fun. But he had gone too far, and had upset her. He'd better tell the truth. She was about to walk away, so he grabbed her arm and spun her so her back was against his chest. It was rather like a ballroom dancer, like those on Strictly Come Dancing.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear before whipping her around again, this time to face him so he could kiss her. It was quite aggressive, but he had wanted to do that for along time, more or less since he first met her so there was a lot of passion that had been held back for months within this kiss. Also he wanted to know that he was serious about this, that he meant it. It showed his possessive streak too, he wanted her to be his and his alone. He kept hold of her waist, as he didn't want to let her go but used one hand to wipe the tears that had begun to streak her face as they broke away.

Rose was surprised at first when the doctor had started to kiss her, but she soon got over it and started to enjoy the feeling of his lips upon hers. She was quite surprised at the agression behind it but matched it with her own pent up passion. Her hand went up into his messy, but soft and thoroughly ruffleable hair. Her fingers played with strands of it, sliding them between her fingers. She felt the Doctor's fingers brushing away the tears on her face and shut her eyes, smiling at his touch.

The Doctor took his lips and made a trail across her jaw line to her right ear. He then whispered:

"I love you…" and he repeated the movement to the other ear, "but can I have my jacket back?"

Rose then moved and repeated the Doctor's trail along his jaw line,

"I love you too…" again, she swept her lips across his jaw and continued "no, unless…" she bit his ear lobe, making him gasp, then pulled away, "you'll be mine." She said.

"Ok," he shrugged. She grabbed his tie, and started to pull him out of the lab "But if I am yours, will you be mine?"

"We'll see," and Rose grinned wolfishly. They left the lab, the Doctor grabbing Rose and kissing her again and again.

The cups of the tea that Rose of tea stood on the bench, forgotten as they cooled down.

The End

A/N: The types of porn were tie!porn, lip!porn, tongue!porn and hair!porn. Did you get them?