A further two hours later and Rose was sprawled almost naked on the cold metal grated floor of the console room, trying to make as much contact with the it and her boiling skin as possible.

"Would you two like to be alone?" The Doctor said peering out from under the floor panel.

"Hmphf..." She rolled onto her back and stared at the dome of the ceiling. Looking down at her body she was amused to see she was covered in tiny little hexagonal imprints from the floor. She held her hand in front of her face and stared at the dents in her skin.

"Have you given up all attempts at decency?" He was still on the far side of the Tardis fiddling with something that he insisted was going to be the key to the problem.

"Me? Those shorts are indecent." Rose muttered at the ceiling. He had at some point while she was half-sleeping on the floor got changed swapping the rather revealing towel for a pair of lightweight practically day-glow Hawaiian shorts. She had giggled hysterically before almost passing out from light-headedness.

"Y'know I could work a lot faster if you had some clothes on." He poked his tongue out at her and she rolled back onto her front.

"I have some clothes on. Just not very many."

"Rose, but no stretch of any one's imagination do those knickers count as clothes." He was walking round the Tardis, stepping over her as he went. Rose let her eyes drift closed, concentrating on her breathing, picturing herself in the middle of a freezing ice cap. Lots of snow. Ice cubes. Cold water. The usual background hum of the Tardis was building, she could feel the vibrations through the floor. She continued her fantasising, finding she couldn't help adding a rather naked Doctor to keep her company in the icy landscape. She blushed. The hum was still rising, and without warning there was a ear-splitting 'WHOMP' and the Tardis lurched violently. Rose rolled sideways and instead of falling against the base of the console as she expected, she fell down into the repair pit the Doctor had left open.

The Doctor appeared at the edge of the pit jumping up and down and shouting at the top of his voice,

"I rock, I rock, I rock! Oh yeah, check it out, am I not the most amazing Time Lord you've ever seen?!"

"Ouch!" Rose stood and stared at him, rubbing at her elbow vigourously. He reached in and grabbed her hand to help her out, and once she was safely back upright continued his victory dance across the floor. Rose gave an irritated huff and turned to leave, she really had hurt herself.

"Where you going?"

"Medical bay." She replied shortly.

"Why?" He stopped dancing and walked over to her, taking her hands in his and looking over her body.

"Because you left that bloody gaping hole open, and now this..." she pointed at her bruised back side, "this," then her arm, "and this," her hip, "hurts. I'm gonna look dead-sexy all black and blue." She pouted at him as he pulled her arm closer and he kissed her elbow. She fought to keep her smile from her face as he poked out his tongue and began licking the skin.

"Forgiven?" He smiled trailing his fingers up her arms and over her shoulders.

"Not yet." Rose grinned at him and turned side on to him, arms crossed, waiting for a better apology.

He lifted her and placed her into the captains chair, her legs immediately stretched out to brace herself on the console edge. She was pouting for queen and country and doing her very best to avoid his gaze.

"Didn't do it on purpose." He was using his lost little boy voice that was sure to melt her. She turned and looked at him, his skin was slick with sweat and his hair was a tragic mess. He matched her pout and then smiled wildly at her.

"Still. It hurt." She wasn't giving up that easily. She ran her fingers over her hip and when the Doctor looked he could see the skin was red. He placed his fingers over hers and then ran both their fingers further down, over her knickers, pressing her clit through the fabric. She had been wet for hours and blushed as she realised her knickers were soaked. The Doctor seemed not to notice, or if he did it didn't bother him. Without a word he hitched his thumb into the hem of his hideous shorts and yanked them down and off. His cock had obviously been hard for a while but he didn't give it any attention, instead fell to him knees before her.

The Doctor shuffled across the floor until he was sat right between her legs, he lifted her right leg and hooked it over his shoulder then pushed her thighs apart. He pulled aside the sodden cotton of her underwear and kissed the harsh purple bruise that was forming right on her hip bone. He let his tongue trail over the flesh, slowly edging lower, exploring the crease where her leg met her pussy. Rose arched her back, her eyes still closed, her fingers reaching for his hair, his hands, him. He was being sure to give every inch of her flesh this expert treatment. He let his right hand trail up her leg and over her thigh, pushing her legs wider apart as his fingers pulled the cotton further and exposed her drenched mess of curls. He grinned like demon and ran his tongue along one side of her pussy, Rose arched up again, forcing the air out of her lungs and pushing herself against the console.

He shifted and licked the other side and Rose very nearly slipped from the chair. His fingers were creeping to the hem of her knickers now and breaking contact for the briefest of seconds he pulled the fabric down, Rose lifting her hips to help. The underwear discarded, the Doctor returned to his former position, pushing her thighs wider and staring at his prize. He bent and gently blew cold air against her burning cunt, she gasped and thrust her hips toward him. The Doctor had a firm grip on her thighs and kept her from slipping off the chair, he finally bought his lips to her and began a steady exploration of her soaked pussy.

He shifted his weight so that he could rock back on his heels and trailing one hand over her, using his long nimble fingers to spread her open and trailed the very tip of his tongue over every new layer of hot pink flesh revealed to him. Rose was whimpering now, occasionally screaming out when he would suck her clit hard, once even taking it between his teeth for the briefest of seconds before kissing her. Every time he felt her getting too close he would pull away and devote all his attention to a particularly sensitive spot on her thigh or another just below her navel, driving her to distraction.

After the third time of bringing her so close to climax he pulled away from her completely, but still held her pussy spread and looked up at her flushed and increasingly frustrated face.