"You win..." she chewed her lip for a second, "you win the best blow job you've ever had." She gave him her own maniacal grin before winking and bursting into giggles. He raised his eyebrows and bit his lip.

"Sounds alright to me." He shifted and Rose stopped giggling when she found him hovering over her, knees either side of her hips, she laid back and he placed one hand by the side of her head, the other shoved under the covers.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing!" He removed his hand, now empty, and wiggled his fingers at her. She smiled as he bought the hand to hover centimetres from her breasts, running it further down to her hip, always just a fraction of an inch from her skin, although she swore she could feel him. He brought his lips to her neck and again, stopping millimetres from actual touch, blew cool air against her skin. Rose moaned and turned her head towards him, but determined not to loose the game he pulled away before she made contact.

He came down on the other side of her neck, his hands swapping, one running down the other side of her body as he rested the other next to her head. He was so close he could see her pulse in her throat, practically feel it against his lips. He began moving down, his legs spread wide so as to not make any contact. His fingers trailed over her thighs as his lips found the peak of her nipple, blowing against it he had to fight to keep his tongue in his mouth.

Rose arched her back and he pulled back, kneeling over her body he shuffled further down, well aware he was going to make contact with a rapidly stiffening part of his body. His fingers were hovering above her pussy now, he could feel her radiating heat and lust and hunger and growled deep in his throat. He briefly considered losing the game on purpose and thrusting into her right there and then.

Now now, composure. Nine hundred year old Time Lords do not loose 'no touching' games. Now, where was it? Oh yes. The Doctor's hand disappeared under the covers again and retrieved the item he was going to use to win this game. Hands down. He pulled the pink vibrator from under the sheets and Rose gasped.

"Cheat!" she said, sitting up, careful not to touch him though, he noted.

"No, no, I distinctly heard you say no physical contact, and you said nothing at all about me using inanimate objects to help." He blew her a kiss and dropped his tone, "Now, lay down." Rose held his stare for a moment before lowering herself back down.

The Doctor sat straddled over her legs, his cock bobbing up and down over her. Quite unexpectedly he jumped to his feet, keeping his hands in the air, stepped down the bed until he was out of reach of her toes.

"Now, Miss Tyler, if you wouldn't mind spreading your legs for me." She grinned at him and obliged. "Very good, bit further." Once he was happy he kneeled back onto the bed, carefully positioning himself between her spread legs. "And now, show me." His voice had dropped to that low place that reduced her insides to liquid chocolate every time, she snaked her hand down her body, and ran her fingers over her pussy. Watching his face, she spread herself open, the cool air sending shock waves through her clit. He lowered his head and blew cold air over her warm flesh, and without warning slid the dildo right up inside her in one fluid motion.

"Oh!" Rose's mouth made a perfect 'O' as she gasped, the dildo hitting somewhere inside her very suddenly. The Doctor pushed it further until he was left with just the tip of his finger against the base. When he removed his finger the strength of Rose's muscles forced it to slide out slightly and he grabbed the base and began to slide it in again, slower this time, but each stroke a little harder until Rose was writhing and moaning and fighting the urge to grab him.

The Doctor watched in fascination, the dildo sliding into her body, her hands hovering in mid-air so close to his skin but refusing to give in, her mouth opening and closing as though she were trying to say something but forgetting every time her lips parted.

He changed the angle of the dildo, shifting all his weight, carefully so as not to touch her, his cock beginning to ache. Rose called out, sometimes to God, sometimes to him.

"Rose?" it was barely a whispered growl. She didn't hear him, her hips lifting off the bed slightly.

"Rose?" He asked with a little more urgency. Her eyes popped open and she tried her hardest to focus on the pink/brown blur between her legs. "Was there a rule about me not touching myself?" She stared for a moment before acknowledging the question.

"N...no. Feel free." She smiled at him, before he pushed the dildo inside her quick and hard and made her throw her head back against the pillow. He shifted his weight again, kneeling with his legs parted before her, and sliding his hand over his longing dick. With one hand firmly sliding over himself he began gliding the dildo in to her in time with the strokes.

Rose managed to look down at him, the sight of him touching himself making her feel quite naughty. She watched his eyes, almost closed now, head resting against his chest, occasionally he rose up on his knees thrusting into his closed fist.

He was being intentionally measured, she could tell. The way his hand came to the base and rested for a second before pulling up again, once or twice he slipped and pumped hard a few times before taking a deep breath and slowing again. She was unaware of her own hand finding its way to her breast, massaging the warm flesh, sending shivers down her spine.

Watching Rose's own hands come to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples and gasping at the pleasure she caused herself made the Doctor rub harder, sure that he would cum just staring her. Might loose the game though. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from his cock, placing it palm flat against the bed sheet inches from Rose's breast.

Leaning over her, rather awkwardly trying to ensure his cock didn't touch her, he began to fuck her fast with the dildo, biting his lip hard, searching his mind for anything to calm him.

Unfortunately most of his thoughts followed the same path; reading, books, library, Rose against the book case. She was begging now, that deep raspy voice chanting his name over and over, occasionally varying it with 'please' and on several occasions 'oh fuck yes'.

He was holding himself still above her, using all muscle control to fight the urge to push into her. His lips were inches from her mouth, so close he could feel the heat of her words. She snapped her eyes open and stared hard at him, he couldn't help himself pushing inside her mind as he moved his hand again, faster and harder and deeper and the images than ran from her to him to her rushed in...

- he is inside her, the image of his body sliding into hers, her body rising from the bed as her back arches into a perfect curve, her

breasts forced against his chest. His pushes into harder, deeper, faster, she is tightening around him. She screams his name and rips her nails down his back. He is kissing her hard, tongue and teeth and lips and sweat and sweetness and -

She was screaming his name and cuming and begging all at once. And he could feel it, surging through his own mind; her screaming, her release, her nerves singing like strings pulled too tight. He pulled his eyes and mind from hers with a gasp and slowed his hand.

Deciding he had won he finally took her lips in a burning kiss, his tongue pushing inside her mouth imitating what the rest of his anatomy longed for. Rose dragged her hands through his hair, over his back, his face, pulling him to her and digging her nails into his scalp as if making up for what she had forced herself from doing.

After a lifetime Rose stopped shaking and pulled her mouth from the Doctor's. "I think," she whispered breathlessly, "that you won. Now, d'you mind warning me next time you're gonna go walk about inside my brain?"