A/N: Last chapter before this story gets its M rated accreditation.

Wild And Untamed Thing

The night had improved dramatically for Rose since the Doctor's arrival, all her friend's dying of jealousy as she commanded the attention of the best looking and most daring guy in the room. Jackie had made various comments that hovered between utterly stunned and ridiculously lewd when she had collared the pair before stumbling off to her friends and tequila. They'd spent a good hour on the dance floor, the Doctor proving that his new form was certainly a much more skilled dancer than his predecessor and impressively not once tottering on the precarious stilettos he wore. Later they had found Mickey sleeping in the room Rose had left him in and decided it would prove more fun not to wake him. The room was still stifling hot so grabbing the recently purchased bottle of wine from the bar and two glasses Rose led the Doctor out onto the quieter veranda at the back of the pub. There were several other people outside already but they paid them no heed, the drama of the Doctor's costume long since subsided since one of the notoriously conservative Dads on the estate had turned up dressed as Janet, causing quite a stir, especially for his wife who had been dancing inappropriately with the local bookie for the passed two hours.

Settling on a nearby table, underneath the large patio heater the Doctor poured Rose a glass of wine and handed it to her, smirking as her eyes landed once more on his painted nails and her eyebrows shooting to her hairline in amazement. She noticed his smirk and smiled into her drink.

"I can't get over you dressed up like that," she said as she watched him take a sip of his own drink and noticing that no lipstick transferred onto the glass, "And how are you not getting lippy everywhere?"

"Now Rosie I may only have been a girl for two hours but I know we don't swap make up tips until the sleep over later," said the Doctor in a ridiculous sing song voice.

"Sleep over?" said Rose raising an eyebrow and giggling as the Doctor blushed.

"Mickey had too much to drink I see," said the Doctor swiftly changing the subject. Rose reached across to take his hand, tracing each of his fingers to the blood red tips.

"Just a bit," said Rose, "Don't think he was too comfortable with the whole feather boa thing."

The Doctor cast an eye over his own outfit before smiling up at her, "Wimp," he muttered.

"Leave him alone," said Rose, "Not everyone can escape the ridicule of the entire community when they sober up by running away into time and space."

"Oh so I'm too be ridiculed when you come out of your drunken haze am I?" said the Doctor.

"Of course not," said Rose, "and I'm not drunk. This is the first proper drink I've had. What I want to know is how much of that whiskey in the library did you drink before pulling on those fabulous tights?"

The Doctor smiled at her, "Completely sober."

"Yeah right."

The Doctor lay a hand on his heart, "Upon my honour and upon the TARDIS I am completely sober."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Wow," said Rose, raising her glass to his and sneaking a rather obvious look downwards, "Well here's to having the…courage…to dress like that."

The Doctor's cheeks coloured slightly as he clinked his glass against hers. Rose set her glass down a shivered slightly in the cool autumn air. The Doctor quickly unclasped the cape he wore and stood, bringing it round to settle it on her shoulders. He rubbed her arms lightly.

"We should get inside."

"I'm fine," said Rose as he sat down beside her rather than returning to his seat, "You sure you're not cold."

"I'll do," said the Doctor, "I can cope with wearing a lot less than you cold little apes and not get cold. My feet are killing me though."

Rose grimaced up at him, "Mine too," she said before bending down to pull off her shoes, tugging hopelessly as one of the leather straps refused to loosen.

"Come here," said the Doctor patting his fishnet clad lap. Rose swung her leg up and rested it against him. His fingers went to the strap and began to work out the intricate knot.

"You sure you wanna take these off, you'll never get your feet back in them and its not the most pleasant of walks up to your flat," he said as he loosened the cord, slipping the shoe off her foot.

"I'm not going back to the flat tonight," she said as his hand came absently to her foot and began to massage the sole, "Mmm you're in the wrong profession."

The Doctor stayed silent as he continued to work her foot, a small smile gracing his face now and then as Rose failed to keep down the tiny contented moans he was pulling from her. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned back onto her arms on the bench, the movement pulling her skirt further up her legs to reveal the tight black straps of her suspenders. The Doctor watched her blissful closed eye expression as he keep one hand on her foot and the other moved in slow patterns up her leg, tracing the zig zag pattern of her tights.

"Doctor?" she said softly.

"Mmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Admiring this wonderful outfit you're wearing," he said honestly, looking up to find her eyes watching him. Her hand came down onto his and he prepared himself for her to push him away but instead she pulled it upwards, letting his fingers brush the place where her stockings met the elegant suspenders.

"Rose?" he said unable to turn his gaze from where his hand rested, "You…"

He trailed off as she pushed his hand a little higher, "Doctor?"

"Completely sober?"

"Completely sober," said Rose catching his gaze as he looked up at her once more.

She wasn't even aware she had moved but she soon found herself straddling his lap, noticing how odd it felt to be sitting on someone wearing fishnets until all rational thought was pulled from her as two petal warm lips settled firmly against hers. It didn't take her long to respond, the taste of lipstick soon replaced by the warm, other worldly taste of his mouth. She moaned into him and reached a hand up, pulling the blonde wig away from him so she could run her fingers through his hair. She felt him tremble at her touch and smiled against his lips, breaking from him breathlessly but not moving further than a breath from him. His arms were tight about her waist, a welcome anchor to the world spinning around her. She rested her forehead against his.

"Where'd that come from?" she asked breathlessly.

"Might have had something to do with the way you've been moving around in that dress all evening, making me find those ridiculously tiny suspenders," said the Doctor gently nipping at her lips, "Does help that I've been in love with you for months as well."

A smile quirked Rose's lips as she leaned in to kiss him, "That's good," she murmured, "Because I've been in love with you for months too."

"Even before the fishnets?"

"Especially before the fishnets," she said, reaching down to trace the place they met his shorts and marvelling at the gasp she pulled from him, "I think we'd better get back to the TARDIS. That costume of yours isn't exactly discreet."

"Good idea," said the Doctor as she lifted herself from his lap, catching up her shoes with one hand and offering him her other. He pulled her close and kissed her, the added height of his shoes leaving him towering over her. He looked down at her, his face growing serious, "Is this what you want?"

"If by this you mean you and me finally giving in to what we've avoided since the day we met then yes," said Rose smiling up at him, "Since I saw you in that get up this evening I've been thinking of the most inventive ways of getting you out of it."

He bent to kiss her once more before holding her hand tighter in his and leading her back into the pub and then away from the party, glad the TARDIS was nearby.