Rose was perched in the Captain's chair flicking through a magazine. She had been perched there for several hours after giving up trying to help. The Doctor had finally put some clothes on after a near disastrous incident involving the sonic screwdriver and certain parts of his anatomy, but deciding he was too hot had taken a few of them off again. He was laying beneath the console frantically fiddling and muttering and every fifteen minutes or so the Tardis would zap him with a few volts and he would start again in another position on the opposite side of the console.

"It's so hot" Rose moaned shifting in the chair and grimacing as the leather stuck to her bare legs.

"You think I don't know that?"

"No, I don't. Your body temperature is lower than mine, therefore I am hotter than you."

"No arguments here." Though she couldn't see his face she could hear the smirk.

"What are you doing anyway?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Does it look like I'm sitting around completely useless after breaking a vital piece of machinery? Or does it look like I'm trying to get the fucking transient fuck wit pod into the...OW."

"Get you again?"

"Thank you for your sympathy."

"Well I told you after the first three times you should probably stop doing it." She turned the page of her magazine distractedly. "And anyway, I didn't break anything, thank you very much Mister. I seem to remember your exact words being something along the lines of 'forget the dam lever and bend over'." She raised an eyebrow at him over the top of the page but his head was still obscured from view. She tilted her head and let her eyes glide over his chest and down his legs before turning back to the top ten handbags that you must have this season. Whatever season it was.

"That is besides the point. And why should I take mechanical advice from you, eh? What, exactly, did you get in your physics GCSE?"

"Har di har har" she didn't bother looking up.

"Just what I thought." He twisted the bolt in the other direction and found it came lose. Stupid fucking thing. Why was it so dam hot? And what was she wearing? Seriously? How was a Time Lord suppose to do anything but dribble when she walked around like that?

"Physics never really caught my attention...but biology? Now biology was fun."

"Ga...!"

He had been lost in his own little world of Tardis-tinkering and failed to notice Rose had dropped her magazine and slid off the Captain's chair to stand over him. She lowered herself over his hips and ran her hands up his chest to his tie. She pulled at the knot and slid it slowly out from his collar, his face finally coming into view. She swore his glasses actually steamed up.

"Rose. If I don't fix this we could be floating through the Vortex in a microwave for the next 6 months..."

"You really have to fix it right", she popped open a shirt button, "now?" And then another.

"Yes." He breathed quite slowly and thoughtfully. This bolt was coming out now if it killed him. And the concentration just might.

"Really?" She popped two open in quick succession and ran her fingers through his chest hair.

"Rose..." his voice was low and warning, just the way she liked it.

"Are you sure?" The final button was prised open and she exposed his chest. She shuffled down his thighs slightly and placed her fingers at his fly. He had stopped breathing altogether.

"I asked, are you sure, Doctor?" She paused, fingers at the ready.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure..." his voice had jumped up a few octaves.

"Oh well then. I'll be in my room." She stood up and stepped over him walking away down the corridor. The Doctor sat up and immediately regretted it as he smashed his head into the underside of the console. When the stars had faded he crawled out discarding his shirt and stalked down the corridor to her room. The door was left ajar and the discarded hot pants were the first thing to catch his attention. Then the string bikini top thrown over a cabinet. And then the bathroom door, also ajar with a tiny scrap of white lace lying by the frame. Stepping forward, with as much dignity as a man with an erection that would put a teenager to shame can manage, the Doctor reached out and swung the door open. Rose turned to him, completely, unashamedly, naked under the rush of water from the shower.

"Took you long enough," she drawled and turned back to the jet of water. Her body glistened. He watched a particularly bold droplet trickle down her neck and over her breast, further down her stomach and finally disappearing between her thighs. Even he was impressed with the speed he removed his trousers, practically jumping out of them. The cool, uninterested expression on Rose's face faltered and she giggled at his eagerness. So much for dignity. He dived under the water and screeched, jumping back against the wall and panting.

"That's ice cold."

"I know, I told you I was hot."

"But, Rose, it's freezing how can you...?"

"Heh. Coward." She grinned. As she turned towards him, letting the cold water cover her back and hair she gasped just a little and he noticed just how hard her nipples were under the onslaught of freezing water. Ok, maybe some advantages to this idea.

He stepped forward, letting the water run over his hands, then letting it inch further up his arms. He ran the lightest finger tips over roses back, down her spine, up to her hair line. She leaned into his touch, letting her head fall back, her hands at his sides. He bent to kiss her earlobe, moving slowly down to her collar bone.

"Mmmmm"

"You like that?"

"Yeahhh..." she trailed off into another moan. The Doctor grinned and let the water cover him, he half expected the shower to steam up when the water met his superheated skin. He was kneeling now, his mouth covering her stomach with kisses and bites. His hands were trailing over her arse and occasionally brushing between her thighs making her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulder.

He finally lifted one of her legs and rested her foot on his shoulder as he bent lower and began kissing her clit. Tiny little brushes of his lips sent shock waves through Rose and she braced herself against the shower wall. His fingers were tracing lines up and down her arse and the small of her back as his tongue came to join his lips at her clit. The Doctor trailed a line over her arse, down the back of her thigh and finally round to her pussy. With one smooth movement he had two fingers deep inside her and he was searching out the one spot that would make her surrender. His other hand had joined the first now, spreading her open so his tongue could continue it's tirade, his fingers pushing deeper inside her, Rose could do nothing but moan out his name and grab fistfuls of his hair. He added a third finger, mixing a little pain with the pleasure and finding their goal.

"Oh oh...please, there!" She clenched her fist in his hair and pulled him closer to her.

"Just there?" The Doctor pulled his fingers away slightly.

"No no no, please, too tired for teasing..." Rose's head was laid against the cool tiles of the shower, the water cascading down her body and covering his hair.

"How about...there?" His fingers were right out now, running circles round her clit as he watched her reactions.

"Doctor! Ehhhh!" Coherent speech was way beyond her capabilities.

"Ohh, you mean... here?" He slid his fingers up and into her again, finding the hot mass of nerves and rubbing gently with his fingers tips as he bought his lips back to her clit and sucked.

"YESSsssssss!" Rose bucked her hips against him and let the word trail off. The Doctor continued his ministrations, letting her ride out the orgasm until she was slipping down the wall, all the strength drained from her legs. He finally withdrew his fingers sending another wave through Rose's body and edged them up her body as he stood, pulling her to him and taking her weight.

"Cooled off?" He ran his fingers through her hair, massaging the cool water into her scalp.

"Mmmm." Rose nodded into his chest. Her hands were gripped round his shoulders and she looked up, planting a kiss on his swollen lips. They stood for minutes, the water refreshing both of them, locked in a relaxed kiss. It took a minute for Rose to register the fact that the groaning warmth at her back was the water and not his hands. Of course the water building from warm to hot to boiling helped her realise.

"Ouch!" She practically jumped into his arms, pushing him against the opposite wall. "What's going on now?!" Rose glared at the shower first, then at the Doctor.

"Ah. Floating microwave syndrome. Told you to stop distracting me!" The Doctor pushed Rose out of the shower and reached for the dial. Grimacing slightly under the boiling water he switched it off and followed her out.

"Ten minutes and we'll be fine." He gave her a beaming, almost forced but not entirely, grin and dashed off, wrapping a towel round his skinny hips as he went.