It was very early. Or really late. Rose hadn't been asleep very long either way. They had been rolling around for a long time and when she had finally fallen asleep he had wrapped himself around her so tightly she had to shove him so that she could breathe normally again. And now he was running his hands across her stomach, up to her breasts, down between her thighs. She sighed, an attempt to convince him she was still asleep. It didn't work.

"I know you're awake."

"Am not."

"Are too." He murmured to the back of her head. His cock was against her arse, she could feel him oh so subtly grinding hips against her.

"Sleepy. Very sleepy. Sleep is needed."

"Neh, you've had at least four hours."

"Meh." Rose turned more, pushing her face against the cool pillow. The Doctor wasn't relenting, he just followed her, keeping his body pressed in a firm line against her back. "Go and fix something." She muttered to the pillow.

"I'd rather stay here." He kissed the back of her neck. Rose sighed, and turned her head to him. He did look cute all bed-hair and horny grin. He kissed her cheek, then her eye lid, then her lips with feather-light lips. Rose turned her head back to the pillow and pushed back against him.

He began kissing her ear, then down the side of her neck. It made her gasp, she couldn't explain the laws of erogenous zones but that spot at the side of her neck was just as good as her nipples, her clit. He was careful to map out the flesh that made her moan, first his lips, then his tongue, then his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin until Rose was hot and wet and pushing against him with a very definite purpose and he had successfully left a throbbing red mark that shone in stark contrast to her pale skin.

He grinned at the love-bite. "No hands." He whispered against her skin. Now that was an idea.

"Bet you couldn't." Rose whispered back.

The Doctor pulled away and looked down at her face, eyes still closed against the pillow. She knew how to grab his attention. She cracked one eye open and looked up at him.

"Bet you can't come up with a way to make me cum without using your hands. Without any physical contact." There, she thought, should keep him busy and quiet for at least an hour.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Yup." She grinned into the pillow, closing her eyes and savouring the moment of silence that followed.

"Easy." Rose frowned. Wrong answer, he was supposed to jump up and disappear for a prolonged period trying to find the best method to create a non-contact orgasm, while she slept. She rolled over and was greeted by the sight of the Doctor hanging over the edge of the bed. She really wished she hadn't said anything.

"So..." he asked, his head lost over the side of the bed, "make you cum, without using my hands?"

"No physical contact. From either of us." She repeated, at least she could lay there and have an excuse to not do anything. She wanted to see what he was doing but found all her limbs were refusing to wake up. She rolled to her back and lay starring at the draped roof of his four-poster bed.

"Right. So no physical contact." He reappeared, turning to face her with a wickedly self-satisfied grin plastered across his face. One hand behind his back he whipped the covered from the bed and hushed Rose's moan with a kiss.

When he finally pulled away, he was still grinning. "No more contact, that was it. I'm so going to win." He frowned slightly. "What do I win?" Rose laid staring up at him, one hand still behind his back, his hair still a mess, completely naked. So was she for that matter. They had taken to sleeping naked, wrapped up together. She stretched, feeling all the muscles in her arms and legs wake up, yawned slightly longer than was entirely necessary and then propped herself up on her elbows. She wasn't really going to complain if he wanted to shag her.