A/N: M for a very good reason.

Toucha Toucha Touch Me

The nerves hit Rose as she stepped over the threshold of the TARDIS and it took the Doctor barely a second to turn to her, concern in his deep brown eyes. He took a step to her and lay his hand on her cheek.

"Sorry," he said, "Too fast?"

Rose shook her head, averting her gaze, "Its just…"

"What?" he said, "Rose, tell me."

She managed a weak smile before pulling off her dark wig and shaking loose her hair, "Look at the state of us both," she said sadly, "Dressed like a right pair of idiots. Its just…well I always thought if you and I ever…"

"I didn't see myself in heels and stockings either," he said causing her to laugh lightly, leaning her cheek into his palm and looking up at him.

"Have I killed the mood?" she said timidly, smiling when he leaned down to kiss her.

"Not at all," he said, "Go and get out of that dress, change into whatever you picture for…this. That lilac number I've caught you in once or twice."

Rose popped one of his buttons as he kissed her again, "Go lose the drag and I'll meet you in your room," she said, "You don't need to put anything on, just take it all off."

She shrieked in surprise as she felt herself lifted from her feet, instinctively wrapping her legs around his hips as he pulled her into a kiss. She clung around his neck as she felt them drop several inches, the clunk of his shoes hitting the deck echoing around the room.

"I can't carry you in those things," he said, carrying her up the steps into the TARDIS interior, stopping now and then to press her to the nearest wall, his mouth doing things to her she had never thought possible. They weren't far from her room when he stopped once again, his lips crashing hungrily against hers as she wound her fingers into his hair. She yelped in surprise as she felt his hand move from where he had been cradling her backside to the line of her stockings. He traced the line of the black lace before he reached the clasp that held her stockings to her belt. With a flick it was loose and his fingers trailed along and down until they reached the other, undoing that also. He soon swapped hands and her other leg received the same treatment. Using the wall to take her weight he reached both hands under her skirt and made short work of the belt catch. He pulled it achingly slowly along the inside of her thigh before pulling back from their kiss and holding it in front of her face.

"This by the way," he said breathlessly, "Is unfair. You have no idea what its been doing to me all night."

Rose leant forward to kiss him once more but bypassed his lips in favour of nipping lightly at his ear, "I'll just have to get rid of it then," she purred, rocking her hips against his and gasping at the beginning stirrings she felt there.

"Oh no," he said, "Next time you'll be wearing this without the maid's outfit, new TARDIS crew uniform I think."

He tossed the garment over his shoulder before snaking his hand back under her skirt. He traced small intricate patterns along the inside of her thigh, swallowing her gasps as he kissed her. Rose bucked against him, willing his fingers to reach a fraction higher. She thanked God for inherent telepathic ability when he brushed the edge of her underwear, teasingly plucking at the elastic before hooking a finger underneath, seeking out the warmth of her centre. She moaned as he traced light, teasing circles against her, refusing to bring her any release.

"Doctor," she moaned pulling away from his kiss to bury her face against his neck, her breath coming in gasps, "Please…"

"Please what?" he said, his occupied hand exerting a little more pressure and causing her to bite down on his shoulder, "I see someone gets a touch of the vampire on Halloween."

"Stop talking," moaned Rose, before any further complaint was cut off as two long fingers dipped into her, "Doctor!"

It wasn't long before his expert fingers had coaxed her into release, her cries muffled against his shoulder before she relaxed in his arms, her breathing ragged but content. As her senses returned she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pressing kisses along his jaw and up to his lips.

"That was…" she murmured between kisses.

"Absolute pleasure?" asked the Doctor, smirking as she nipped his lip in retaliation.

"Mmm," she said, as he lowered her feet back to the floor, "Don't think I can stand up."

"I thought you wanted to get changed," said the Doctor, his arms still tight around her waist as he traced the low neckline of her dress with his lips.

"That was before you got me all hot and bothered," said Rose pressing her hips to his and moaning as she felt the effect she was having on him. "Before you got yourself all hot and bothered too."

"Hard not to when I've got you crying out like that in my arms," said the Doctor his hands leaving her waist and running up her back to the zip of her dress, pulling it downwards, "Never heard or seen anything more beautiful."

Rose looked up into his eyes, her face caught between a smile and tears before he leant down to kiss her. After a moment he slowed the kiss to mere brushes of his lips on hers, cooling both their heart rates slightly as he smoothed his palm over the warm skin of her back.

"Go get changed," he said softly, "Let me get out of this. Come across to my room when you're done."

"Can't I get you out of that?" said Rose, scratching her nails delicately against his hair, smiling to herself as she watch his eyes flutter closed in contentment and feeling a rush of pride at seeing him come undone under her hands, "God you're gorgeous."

"Even with the lippy?" said the Doctor paying special attention to the pulse point on her neck and leaving Rose in little doubt that she'd be marked by morning.

Rose pushed him off playfully, her heart skipping as she noticed the dark, deep look in his eyes. She resisted the urge to pull him back into her arms, instead running a deliberate gaze over him, pausing pointedly at the site of his discomfort before giving him one of her smiles that she knew left him at her mercy. She reached out a hand and popped several more buttons on his shirt, tracing her fingers over the light dusting of hair she found beneath. She gave him a gentle shove.

"Go get changed," she said slipping passed him to her bedroom door, "I won't be long."

He stood watching her until she closed the door, turning back against it so it supported her weight as her legs refused to co-operate. She shuddered as she felt the burn of his lips still on her neck and the evidence of her arousal lingering where he'd touched her. She allowed herself a small smile, tempted to open the door and make sure he was still standing there and not some wonderful dream. The stocking slowly inching down her thigh let her know that it had been real, the thin material falling to the laws of gravity now that its restraint had been removed. She bent down and rolled the stockings off her legs, flinging them mindlessly over to the bed. She unfastened the clasp that still held his cape around her neck and lay it over the back of her chair. She rifled through her drawer until she found the lilac silk nightdress he'd mentioned, laying it next to the cape. She shimmied out of the dress and her underwear before running into her bathroom to wipe off the heavy make up. She caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled as she noticed the small mark appearing on her neck. She traced the shape with her fingers, giggling as she wiped off the smallest stain of red lipstick on her skin.

She bit her lip in remembrance of the way he had looked in the bar. She knew the rumours he had spoken about, she had been the object of ridicule for months after she had watched Priscilla and mentioned that Guy Ritchie actually looked good in drag. None of her friends had understood the attraction hadn't come from the heels and feathers but more from the comfort the man himself had in his sexuality to act out such a character. She had never ever pictured the Doctor in such an outfit but the Time Lord had always been such an object of pure masculinity to her that seeing him so at ease in an outfit that would have made the most confident man squirm had done funny things to her. Giving her the confidence to flirt ridiculously with him until he'd finally given in to her. She walked back into her bedroom and her eyes fell on the nightdress she had chosen, its colour marked out by the black cape it lay on before falling further to the discarded maids uniform on the floor. A wicked thought came to her mind as she ran her hand over the cool material and picking up the most suitable garment she slipped it on and left the room.

The Doctor's room was only a few feet down the corridor from hers, a well walked path since her time on the TARDIS, even before his regeneration. It had begun the night after she had officially 'signed up'. He had given her a tour and pointed it out to her, telling her to find him if she needed anything. That night she had found she had forgotten to pack a toothbrush and had knocked on his door to ask if he could take her somewhere to get one. They had ended up sitting in the room for hours, talking and laughing like old friends. The ritual had continued, sometimes dragging so far into the night that Rose had finally curled up on his bed to sleep, often waking to find him loyally lying by her side.

She hesitated as her hand met the handle, not knowing whether she should knock or walk straight in. She steadied her breathing before pushing down on the handle and stepping over the threshold. She gasped at the sight that greeted her, the TARDIS had clearly been busy. The light was perfectly dimmed and the room warm and welcoming. Rose's gaze fell on the trail of clothes that led from the door to the bathroom to her right. She saw the door ajar to the bathroom but chose not to enter, instead settling herself down on the bed but not before catching up one of the discarded items of clothing from the floor. She looked up until the room dimmed further to black and Rose found she couldn't see much further than the end of her nose. No feeling of unease fell over her though as she heard light footfalls crossing the room from the bathroom. The bed dipped and she smiled as she felt a cool hand meet her hip, caressing the material that covered her before pausing, bunching up the clothing she wore.

"That's not a nightdress," said the familiar voice, tracing beneath the skirt of her outfit and brushing the naked skin beneath, "Like what you have under it though. I would have kept my Frankie gear on if I knew this was such a turn on for you."

Rose stilled his hand, "I've seen the way you've been looking at me all night," she said before pushing him onto his back and straddling him, "Glad to see one of us did as he was told."

The Doctor hissed with pleasure as she dragged her nails over the skin of his chest, easily finding her lips despite the darkness as she bent down to kiss him. He brought his hands to her waist and pushed her hips back slightly, raising his so that she could feel the tease of him against her opening. The effect was instantaneous as she gasped at the intimate contact.

"Not so fast," she muttered, fighting against instinct and his hands as she pulled away from him, "I deserve a little revenge for what you did to me in the corridor earlier. Give me your hands."

The Doctor stilled beneath her and she could imagine the expression on his face, "What?"

"Give me your hands," said Rose again, punctuating her sentence with a teasing rock of her hips. She smirked as his hands swiftly sought hers. She gripped them lightly between one of her own and bent down to kiss him as her other hand collected up one of his discarded stockings from the bed. She heard him chuckle beneath her lips as he felt the silky material being slowly wrapped around his wrists, pinning his hands together, easy enough to break out of if he chose to. Rose pulled back and lifted his tied hands to the head rest, using the loose end of the tights to secure him there. She looked down at him, her eyes adjusting to the light and seeing the unguarded expression on his face, open and playful.

"Stay," she said before lowering her mouth to his neck, nipping against the fluttering double pulse she found there. She took great pleasure in marking him as he had her before trailing her lips downwards, mapping his body with her lips and tongue, pausing to explore further whenever she felt him shuddered or heard the barely concealed moan of pleasure she pulled from him. He moaned out her name as she proceeded to kiss along his hip bone, deliberately avoiding the place he most needed her touch, ghosting her breath over and nothing more before kissing along his hip once more.

"Rose please," he begged as she passed over again, this time flicking out a wicked tongue to catch him briefly before pulling away. He groaned as she sat up, dark eyes teasing as she looked down at him, hard and quivering with need. She flashed him a smile before lowering the zip on the back of her dress and pulling the uniform over her head, letting it fall forgotten off the end of the bed. Knowing she had his full attention she ran her hands up from her waist, lingering on the curves she knew he longed to explore with his own hands.

"Please what?" she said, seeing his eyes darken as she ran her hands downwards once more, her own fingers copying his actions from the corridor.

"Touch me," he said, not caring for the begging she'd reduced him to. She gave him a wicked grin before bending over him, hot breath and then her wicked tongue meeting him. He couldn't help raising his hips to meet her and she moaned at the contact, hands coming to his hips not to stop him but the caress him as the warm pressure of her mouth enveloped him, moving deliciously slowly until he was almost fully sheathed. She continued her ministrations with enthusiasm, the tiny moans and murmurs she made only fuelling him further. He could feel oblivion closing in and tried to wrench his hands free to pull her from him but found that she had managed to twist the restraints in such a way that he would not get free in time.

"R…Rose," he managed to stutter out, "Rose stop."

She chose not to hear him, carrying on with more pace than before until he was almost writhing beneath her.

"Rose!"

She released him with a pop before grinning up at him, crawling up from he place between his legs, tracing kisses along his body as she went. She met his lips with hers, straddling his hips once more but still not letting him inside.

"Enjoy that?" she purred, her hands tracing the bones of his shoulders, pulled tighter by the restraints, nipping here and there as his breathing evened. She squealed as he finally pulled his hands free, instantly flipping them until she was fully covered by him, the power of him apparent as he held her down with little effort. Rose's laughter died as she saw the look on his face, dark and hungry but at the same time gentle and nervous. She reached up a hand to touch his cheek before pulling him down for a kiss, feeling the gentle nudge at her centre. She released his lips, her gaze holding his.

"I love you," the three words acknowledging her consent as he pressed another kiss to her lips.

"Always have," said the Doctor, his eyes fluttering shut against her as he pushed inside, the tight warmth contracting around him, a shiver of pleasure passing through him and into the girl beneath. He paused, revelling in the heat and waiting for her to move. Her hand gripped his shoulder as she rolled her hips beneath him, tightening further around him as he began to move with her. He bent his head to her shoulder, whispering in her ear as they moved a heady mix of both their languages that she understood perfectly. All talk was forgotten as her arms tightened around him, pads of her fingers flexing to nails that scratched ancient patterns down his skin as their pace increased.

The Doctor lost himself in the heat and scent of her, the sound of her as she moaned with each well placed thrust, the fell of her as she met him stroke for stroke, fitting perfectly around him, beneath him, with him.

"Angel," he murmured against her neck, "Wicked angel."

She scraped her nails once more down his back, causing him to arch before he caught her gaze, the teasing smile on her face, "Heavenly devil," she said before pulling him down into a kiss. The touch of his lips to hers was enough and he swallowed her moans as she cried out her release, the tightening around him enough to pull him over with her, not releasing their kiss as he cried her name against her lips. The waves of pleasure seemed to take eternity to dissipate before he lay his forehead against hers, trying to calm his breathing as Rose shuddered beneath him. He watched the small, contented smile come to her lips and mirrored her, pecking her lips.

"Love you," he said as she tightened her arms around him once more, "Another go?"

Rose's eyes widened in surprise as she felt him harden within her once more.

"Already?"

"Alien," said the Doctor, "Another go?"

Rose rocked her hips, "Need you ask."