He slammed the door behind him, threw himself at the chair and kicked the console. It flared a few bulbs at him and he ignored its protests. Women. He flinched at the cliché of the thought. But seriously. It had been a week since he'd rescued her from the cage and got her face back and now all she did was stomp around and pick fights. Ok, so he'd forgotten that on this particular planet for a woman to wear pink meant she was your concubine. And the natives had spent all night asking if his 'sex slave' wanted anything even after she had removed her pink hoodie. But Rose usually saw the funny side of such accidents. Instead she had stood up, slapped him infront of the entire room and stormed back to the Tardis, disappearing down the corridor before he had a chance to reason with her. Well, fine. He threw his heavy coat off onto the floor followed by his suit jacket then stalked around the console, poking, prodding and generally tinkering where it wasn't welcome; he was greeted by a particularly violent shower of sparks for his efforts and when the spray caught his hand he shouted "FUCK!" slightly louder than intended. It had been painful but not all that bad. He sighed, maybe this plan of his wasn't such a great idea. "Bollox to you too then," he muttered at the Tardis and marched to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. That was if the kettle decided it still liked him.

When he arrived he found the kitchen was not going to be the peaceful sanctuary he had hoped for. They seemed to have inadvertently picked up a feral child in their travels. Rose was crouched in front of the fridge rocking backwards and forwards evidently searching for something very important. She was muttering away under her breath, most of which the Doctor couldn't make out, though he thought he heard a few expletives and the odd 'bastard', 'complete wanker' and 'alien fuck wit', but couldn't be sure. All she wore was an old t-shirt a few sizes too big for her and as she rocked it rode up her back to reveal the lacy pink knickers she wore underneath. He briefly wondered if he could track down the maker of such divine underwear, buy everything they had ever made, and make Rose where nothing but lacy french knickers all day, every day until the end of time. He was starting to worry about the frequency of thoughts like this, and wondered why this regeneration seemed to have the hormonal tendencies of a teenage boy. With a surge forward Rose made a funny little squeaking noise, grabbed the side of the fridge and reached further inside, evidently finding what she was looking for. The Doctor chuckled at the site of her despite himself. He may not do domestic but Rose was obviously quite at home in his ship, with his Time Lord fridge ("You mean nothing, ever goes off?" She had seemed more impressed with that than anything else he showed her of the ship.) Unaware that she was being watched Rose spun around when he laughed.

Wielding a cucumber.

She locked eyes with him. His lips were slightly parted and his brow furrowed but she found some deep satisfaction that she'd finally rendered the Doctor speechless. He was a little shocked at that too. After possibly the longest and definitely the heaviest silence she had ever experienced Rose coughed and managed to find her tongue.

"Had a craving for fresh food. Too many chips."

"Right, yeah. Fresh food is good. Very...err...healthy, cucumber is. Good for the skin. And good for the body. Might make you feel, y'know, better. Back to normal."

He trailed off as Rose's eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

"And what, exactly, does that mean?"

SHIT.

"Y'know, just, you've been a bit on edge lately, just a bit out of sorts..."

His tongue kept going long after his brain had crashed and burned screaming STOP OH FOR THE LOVE RASSILION STOP NOW MAN, great idea, antagonise an already pissed off Rose. She bore a worrying resemblance to her mother when in this mood and he didn't plan on getting slapped again. She glared at him across the kitchen table. For a moment he wondered if he's be the first man in history to suffer death by cucumber. Then it started, quietly at first but building into a full rage with Rose approaching waving the vegetable at him with surprising menace.

"Out of sorts? Out of sorts...having my face sucked off quite literally unlike YOU who buggered off to suck face with Madame fucking fish and leaving me behind on the space ship with homicidal tendencies. Out of sorts? Taking me to a planet where they think I'm some common whore and all you can do is laugh and point and make no attempt to correct them not to mention you ENCOURAGING them. You double-hearted oral-fixated stripey-suited wanker! You're so fucking hot then cold all the time and and don't even get me started on 1970/1870 same difference. Bollox. And..."

He was genuinely amazed at how little need for air Rose seemed to have. He tried to take her comments to heart, to feel ashamed or angry, but all he could focus on was just how little clothing she was wearing and the fact she was shaking an elongated plant product at him. The things he could do with that cucumber. It was all too much to take and mid-rant he lost all sense of control and grabbed her, forcing her up against the wall.

"What the fuck are you doing now?!"

"Shut up" he growled.

"Oh lovely, were you even listening to a w..."

Before she could start ranting again he forced his lips over hers. His lips were cold and she gasped at the sensation, he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth and noted the taste, the temperature, the little moan at the back of her throat when he nipped her bottom lip between his teeth. Grinding his hips against hers and holding her hands above her head with a strength that was unexpected from such a lithe body, he pulled away just an inch and surveyed his prey. Feeling her breath against his lips he grinned, "What's the cucumber for really Rose?" She blushed deep pink, and he kissed her again, feeling the heat radiating from her face. He ground his hips into her harder and she gasped at what she felt pushing against her. The frustration bubbled up inside her and bored with submission she groaned and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled away just out of her reach and watched her pout. She would never know how hard he fought the urge to swoop down and bite those lips, pouting, begging to be licked.

"I think you're a little stressed out, don't you? I think you need to relax, and I think I know the best way for you to do that..." The whole time he spoke, he noted, her eyes never left his mouth, and he wondered if she was even listening. "You know what the best way to relax is Rose? To let go, lose control...I think you should let go. And let me. Have complete. Control." He whispered the last two words, emphasising every syllable, letting his tongue rest at the back of his teeth. "Sound like a good idea?" The answers to this question were numerous and they all jostled for space within Roses head in the space of 4 seconds. The top of the list was 'hell ya', followed by 'is he serious?', and trailing behind was 'control of what?'. Rose found, however, that she could do nothing but nod emphatically with a small grunt as he crushed her pelvis into the wall.

"Y'see, I have very, very keen senses Rose. I can sense the slightest change in your heartbeat, in the rush of blood though your veins, the heat radiating from your body, your scent. They've all been so much louder, so much faster, so much stronger these last few days. And I think I know what's been keeping you so...(he leant closer to her, so that his lips brushed hers as he spoke) on edge." Rose took a deep breath but found it did little to clear her head, all she managed was to silently mouth "What?"

Still mere millimetres from her lips, the Doctors tongue darted out to wet his own. Rose swallowed hard, the tension was rising through her body increasing every time the Doctors hips ground against her, they still managed to avoid causing any friction where she really wanted it. Her arms began to ache being held above her head but he showed no signs of relenting. He stared deep into her eyes as though trying to read her thoughts, for all she knew he was, and she blushed. "I don't think, you've been able, to fuck yourself..."

Rose swore that momentarily all the oxygen in the room evaporated and she found herself devoid of the power of speech, thought and the ability to breath. The closeness of the Doctor, coupled with his evident fancy for domination and the fact that he had just said a very bad word in front of her (she had never heard him swear before...and she loved it) sent her reeling into sensory overload. If she wasn't sure before, if there had been some distant scrap of doubt lurking at the back of her mind about where their relationship was headed it was banished. He knew what she wanted, and he seemed ready to give it to her, consequences be damned.

"I think..." the Doctor continued in a barely audible growl that sent shivers down her spine and made her aware of just how close every part of his not so alien anatomy was to hers. "I think, you might have...lost something."

A wicked grin played at the corners of his lips, the tip of his tongue resting on his top teeth watching Rose breath deeply before realisation dawned across her face and she answered in a low, husky voice that matched the Doctor's, "You bastard". Narrowing her eyes and trying to sound as angry as she could while her insides melted.

"Now, now, Rose that's not a very nice thing to say is it?" He chided in a silky smooth tone, he stared her down as he let one hand grab both of hers, still high above her and the other ran down her body, the backs of his fingers against her cheek, her neck, the briefest moment against her breast, her nipples hardening at the touch, then gripping her side and turning her so she was side on to the wall and his hip ground into the side of hers. "Not a nice thing to say at all. Now say your sorry."

Her eyes almost closed, Rose could feel the Doctor's breath on her ear and the nape of her neck as he spoke, his voice at least a fifth lower than usual. Despite wanting to play his game, Rose felt a spike of defiance run through her, he could go straight to hell before she apologised. "Say your sorry Rose, or I'll make you pay." She was thoroughly impressed that her legs managed to stay solid and support her weight. His tongue snaked out and brushed her earlobe, then he was biting just enough to make her gasp, she worried she might come on the spot. "N-no". She shook her head slightly, tensing, worried that maybe he would lose interest if she didn't play along, that he might simply let her go and stalk off. The way his moods changed it wouldn't surprise her. Just as she was convincing herself she had fucked it up he slapped her arse, just the once, just hard enough that it stung. She breathed out quickly and had to remember how to let the air back in...did he just do that?

"Say. Your. Sorry." He spun her round so that she was face on, her breasts crushed against the wall, her hands still held above her. She was starting to lose the feeling in them and suppressed a giggle as she realised she still had hold of the cucumber. She was afraid she might drop it and that would probably ruin the mood. She rested her forehead against the cool wall, it was relief since her body felt it was on fire. He spanked her again and this time she groaned slightly as he did it. "You've been a very naughty girl Rose Tyler. Wearing such skimpy clothing on my Tardis, slamming doors, shouting at your Doctor..." Another slap. "Are you sorry yet? Or am I going to have to punish you further?" She could feel his filthy smile in the nape of her neck, his hard cock pressed against the small of her back and his trouser covered legs supporting hers. His free hand spanked her once more and then grabbed her hip to spin her back round. "Well? An answer please Miss Tyler...are you sorry?"

With a wicked grin to match his, Rose looked at him through heavy lids and thick lashes and licked her lips, "Definitely not."

He had gone into Rose's room a week ago to ask for some of the hair gel she had let him experiment with a few days previously. She was in the shower and as he turned to leave it greeted him. Sitting quite disconcertingly on her bedside cabinet. Jiggling slightly. A bright pink, glittering dildo. In a moment of ape-like male pride he noted that his new regeneration put that piece of plastic to shame, definitely not something to feel jealous of. On second thoughts he had believed that Rose simply wasn't interested in him like that, never making a move, never seeming to succumb to the tension - what if she was diffusing the pressure he'd spent so long dreaming up? Well that was cheating, plain and simple. There he was working away at subtle seduction, building the tension and this lump of plastic was having all the fun. That's when he hatched his rather Machiavellian plan, and my my was he proud of this one. Just before they left the Tardis to explore 1950's London he had crept into Rose's room and found what he was looking for. He'd hidden it in the one place she was definitely not going to look for it and decided to see how long she could go before going completely 'ape'. Of course he hadn't counted on nearly losing her to the Wire and to be perfectly honest had forgotten his evil intentions when they returned to the Tardis that night, laughing and joking and teasing. They had eaten dinner together in a cosy room deep in the heart of the Tardis, very safe and they had talked for hours before Rose decided she was too sleepy to stay awake a second longer, he had walked her to her room and then gone to annoy the Tardis with a bit of jiggery-pokery. It wasn't until seven or eight hours later, when Rose stumbled into the console room in pyjama's and a foul mood, moaning about not having any corn flakes on board that he remembered what he'd stolen.

The Doctor swooped down for another kiss, hard and manic, his tongue searching every warm wet part of her mouth, tasting, learning, feeling his eagerness swell. He finally realised her hands from above her head and she rubbed her wrists, pouting slightly and fighting the urge to meet his eyes. He lifted her chin, ducking to catch her eye "Follow me" he smiled. She reached out and placed the cucumber on the table, grinning as the thought that she might not need it after-all filled her brain, she turned to follow but the Doctor had stopped.

"No, no. Bring that too."