Rose laughs so hard she snorts, nearly spilling the last bit of wine as she fills their glasses, adding a little extra to her own. She covers her face with her hand in embarrassment but her laughter has reached a self feeding capacity and she can't seem to stop it.
"Sshhh, they're asleep," the Doctor reminds her with an attempted whisper into her ear. It comes out slurred and any sober ear would catch how it carried throughout the bedroom. He winces inwardly at how un-whisper-like his words sound, hoping that his children are worn out enough to sleep through the rest of the night.
"Sorry, sorry," Rose eventually says as her giggling subsides into heavy breathing. Her whole body is flushed from alcohol and laughter, and in his drunken state, the Doctor doesn't even try to hide how he's staring at the blush that's spreading across her cleavage.
She's in lacy black lingerie and a matching silk - and very short - dressing gown, and thank the stars that it's been untied. He may be donning a plain black pair of pants but Rose's attire is deliciously naughty and something she has apparently been saving for a special occasion.
Tonight, the Doctor is learning a whole new appreciation for human wedding anniversaries.
Rose absentmindedly shifts her legs so that her thighs move against each other and her breathing is still labored. The Doctor is drawn in closer by every rise and fall of her breasts and he's just about to meet the noticeably pounding pulse point of her neck with his lips when she falls over, away from him, and into another fit of hysterics.
At least it gives him a nice view of her bum.
"I just can't do it!" she laughs into the carpet, her face hidden behind a curtain of blonde curls.
"You can't say no to the sex dice," the Doctor pouts.
Rose picks up the dice and holds them side by side, reading the words on each one with apparent bafflement. "'Lick' and 'foot.' Who decided foot was a good body part to put on sex dice? What is sexy about feet? I mean, that wouldn't actually get you off, would it?"
"Of course not," he says, almost irritated, as he reaches for the dice from her hands.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, uh uh, no way," Rose eloquently says as she leans away from his reach, "You wait your turn. I'll just roll again."
The Doctor sighs and rests his head back until it meets the mattress behind him. There was only so much foreplay a man could stand before he loses his patients.
From the corner of his eye he sees Rose get up and then he hears the metallic plunk of something hitting the bottom of the bin. After what seems like only a second later, Rose is back with her legs on either side of his waist, sucking on his neck, disrobing herself, and grinding her warm center against him through two thin layers of fabric.
He's just drunk enough to not know how she's doing all three things at once but not so drunk that his body doesn't respond appropriately.
"Wh-uh-what did the dice say?" he manages to ask.
Rose pulls away from her administrations on his neck to give him a cheeky smile. "It didn't say 'fuck me,' so I threw them away."
