"Forgiven?" He blew another blast of excruciatingly cold air over her wet skin and she hissed in response. Her head thrown back and her hands rubbing and squeezing her breasts.

He slid his fingers over her pussy and down her inner thighs and lowered his head, laying a trail of kisses from her clit up her stomach and carefully right between her breasts. Rose ran her trembling fingertips over the rise of her breast and looked down at him.

"Looks like another bruise." She pouted at him as she continued to rub tiny circles over her skin. It took the Doctor all of three seconds to check the bruise out himself, taking her nipple into his mouth, nipping and licking and rubbing the opposite with his finger tips. Rose buried her face in his hair, breathing in his scent and pushing her hips into his torso. She began moaning, begging and pleading as the Doctor did his very best to kiss her all better. Rose finally had enough, pulling him up from his exploration of the skin between her breasts and stared at him before capturing his hips between her thighs and pulling him towards her. He braced himself against the back of the chair and looked down at her chuckling.

"Did you want something?" He lowered his face until he was a fraction of an inch from Rose's, his cock brushing against her clit.

"Don't want. Need." She trapped his lips with a kiss and felt his hands straying down her sides, finally gripping her hips and pulling her into line with him. He pulled up from her lips and looked at her once more, his eyes black with lust and his body radiating much the same.

"Say it." His voice was rough and desperate, his arms straining to keep him from burring himself balls deep in her body.

"Make me scream." A wicked grin spread across Rose's lips at the look on the Doctor's face, his eyes closed and he caught his lip between his teeth. Opening his eyes he grabbed her hands and pulled them high above her head before plunging into her. Rose let out a high-pitched shriek and cursed him for having her hands. She knew he did it for the power but also so she couldn't push him away, the feeling of him inside her being so close to something painful that first thrust. He stopped, deep inside her body and rested his forehead against Rose's. They stayed like it for a minute, just breathing in time with each other, the heat from their bodies cooling slightly.

It seemed to take a long time before he was able to move inside her. Pulling out quickly and pushing back into her gently, easing every inch in and stopping before her breath hitched in pain. Gradually his pace increased, he lifted her legs up and hitched them over his arms then grabbed the handles of the chair. He couldn't help but watch as Rose snaked her hand down between their bodies and began to rub her clit, roughly up and down until she was panting his name. Her other hand had gripped his side and her nails were digging into his flesh. She let go of him as his thrusts became deeper, choosing to cling to the back of the chair for dear life.

"Fuck Doctorrrr, yes!" She was lost again, her eyes closed, her lips whispering something completely foreign that needed no translation at all. He let one of her legs wrap round his waist as he moved his arm, bringing his hand to her chest and rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples and making her eyes pop open as though he'd found a button. She grabbed his hand and took his middle finger in her mouth (she's noticed her own oral fixation developing lately, mainly during sex she found she liked to lick his fingers, this led to no end of dirty jokes from at the most hideously inappropriate times). She ran her tongue over the digit, then replaced it with his index, then his thumb. The Doctor watched his finger disappear into her mouth then, looking down, watched himself disappear into her body and felt his stomach tighten. He thrust into her hard and deep making Rose bite down slightly harder than she had meant to.

"Shit Rose! I like my thumb!" She grinned at him and bit him again, then pulled him down, biting his wrist as she went, up his arm, until he was leaning over her and she could reach his shoulder. She was sucking at his flesh hard, intending to bruise him when he shifted her slightly higher in the chair and thrust back up inside her with such force that she felt like she would come instantly. She released him from her mouth and leant back, half-trying to inch her way up and out of the chair and half trying to get him to repeat the action. He did. Rose screamed his name and begged him to do it again.

"And agaaaaaaaa..." the word was lost as her muscles contracted around him and her voice became a moan which became a whisper which became a pant. The Doctor had every intention of continuing the show but wasn't planning on Rose regaining her senses so fast and reaching between them to squeeze his balls and massage them hard and fast as she pulled his ear to her lips and she whispered a trail of filth that sent him spiralling over the edge. Pushing deeper in to her he gripped a fistful of her hair in one hand and the back of the chair in the other.

"Oh Rose...fuck Rose!" He pulled her in to his chest as he came, repeating her name like a mantra as the world swam back into focus. Looking down at her limp, soaked body he wished he had a camera, it was an image so hot he wanted it for all eternity. Good thing he had a photographic memory.

"Better?"

"Eh?" Rose had forgotten the fact she was meant to be injured. Reaching up she clung to him and nuzzled his ear. "I think I need another shower." The Doctor lifted her from the chair and placed her feet on the floor.

"Race you."