Rose gets dressed

"OK, you can let her go now."

Rose collapsed to the floor, her exhausted, sweaty body unable to support her now that the energy field had been switched off. She lay on her back, limbs splayed and breathing heavily.

Her body ached. She'd never been ravaged like that before or for so long. She hadn't known it was possible to do those things to another person.

"Are you OK, Rose?"

Clara's voice drifted to her as though from a great distance away, but her cold hand on Rose's barefoot informed the blonde of the other girl's closeness.

"Don't!" Rose murmured, twitching away from Clara's touch, her body still tender. After being so high for so long, it would take her a long time to come all the way back down again.

As she lay there, slowly getting her breathing under control, the teenager rolled onto her side and watched Clara's bare feet padding around, the brunette tidying up.

"I think it's time we got you back to your Doctor," Clara announced, helping Rose to her bare feet. "Let's get you ready...unless you'd rather go back now?"

"No!" Rose nearly collapsed at the thought of being a nude, sweaty mess in front of the Doctor. How would she explain that one?!

"It's OK, Rose!" Clara laughed, "You're so cute when you're embarrassed."

Being so close to Clara was raising Rose's heart rate again...but any potential arousal was quickly extinguished as the TARDIS dumped a cascade of cold water over her.

"W-what the h-hell?" Rose cried, teeth chattering.

"We need to get you cleaned up!" Clara laughed, picking up a towel and drying the shivering girl.

"Yes, b-but why d-d-did it h-have to be c-c-cold w-water?"

When Rose was dry (albeit with damp hair), Clara helped her into the outfit that she had spent a long time choosing.

"Wait, I don't have a bra on!" Rose protested as Clara pulled her arms through a shirt and began to button it closed.

"Don't be silly, you look better without one," Clara smiled, leaving the top two buttons open so that Rose was showing off a substantial amount of cleavage.

The teen voiced similar complaints when Clara helped her step into a skirt, and didn't produce any more clothes.

"Err...where's the rest?" Rose asked, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she tugged on her skirt.

"What do you mean?" Clara replied absentmindedly as she started to fix Rose's makeup.

"Underwear? Shoes?" Now that she had calmed down, she was starting to feel chilly in just two items of clothing.

"Live a little, Rose! Have you never gone commando before? Plus, it'd be a shame to cover up those cute feet."

Before long, she was ready.

"Well, Miss Tyler," Clara said, stepping back to admire her work, "it was nice to meet you in person. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did."

"Will I ever see you again?" Rose asked as Clara pulled her into a hug.

"Not unless something goes horribly wrong with the time vortex. So I hope it does," the latter winked.

"What do I tell the Doctor?"

"Oh, this will all have been instantaneous for him. You'll have disappeared one second and reappeared the next. Although I wouldn't tell him about your secret girlfriend...paradoxes, and all that."

After one final kiss, Clara and the wardrobe disappeared, replaced by the TARDIS console room.

Rose grabbed hold of the console as the room shook. If she'd been dropped off the moment she'd left, that meant Rose was back in the moment the TARDIS was out of control.

"Hang on to something!" the Doctor shouted. He didn't make any comment about the fact that she was now wearing clothes, whereas before she'd been totally naked; or maybe he just hadn't **noticed.**

As The Doctor wrestled with the time machine, Rose blushed as she felt her breasts bouncing; if she wasn't careful, she'd spill right out of her shirt!

After a few more hairy moments, the Doctor had the TARDIS back under control.

"So...I think we lost them," he declared, as his young companion straightened herself out; patting down her blonde hair, and readjusting her shirt.

Had she been dressed like that earlier? The Doctor was sure that she had been naked, but so much had happened that he must have been mistaken.

"We're safe now? Is it over?" After everything with Clara, Rose had almost forgotten what had come before, and the reason she had been naked in the first place. But now that all of the excitement was over, it all came back to her.

"Oh God!" she wailed, sinking into a chair, and burying her head in her hands. So many people had seen her naked. Not just people; aliens who had treated her like a primitive animal, who had made her eat out of a bowl, and wet herself.

"How about I take you somewhere to take your mind off it?" the Doctor asked, pulling Rose back to her bare feet. "Somewhere perfectly safe, where there's no danger, and we can just have fun?"

Nodding enthusiastically, Rose helped the Doctor choose their next destination, surreptitiously tugging down on her skirt and pressing her thighs together in the cool air.

Rose wasn't sure why she didn't change her outfit. She now had access to her own clothes again, and it was illogical to run around time and space braless, commando, and barefoot.

But Clara had unlocked something inside her. Something she wasn't prepared to dismiss just yet.