Rose staggered up to the console and leant against it, lifting one leg up behind her and reaching down in an overly complicated acrobatic position to remove her high-heels.
"Keep the shoes on." It was barely more than a whisper but she heard him none the less. Placing her feet firmly back on the floor she turned to look at him, one hand still resting on the console.
"Turn around." He was stalking towards her like some wild animal. His eyes were dark and he licked his lips like lunch was on the menu. Rose grinned and stayed facing him defiantly. The Doctor stopped millimetres from Rose and stared down at her, his eyes roaming her body. She took a deep ragged breath and turned to face the console.
"Put both hands flat on the console." Turning, she bent slightly and placed both hands flat against the cool metal of the console. The Doctor stared as Rose obeyed him and fought back a growl as she bent over and revealed her underwear. She seemed unaware of just how short that dress was.
Rose saw the jacket land on the floor near her right leg but didn't turn, just steadied herself, taking long deep breaths and trying not to giggle, she wasn't quite sure why, something about never taking him seriously. She felt the cool touch of his finger tips against the back of her thigh and gasped. She wanted to stand up straight, feel him against her whole body, but she resisted, choosing instead to grip the edge of the console tight.
He ran his finger tips up her thigh and then changed direction and ran them down, down the back of her knee and then pulled away. She whimpered at the loss of touch but was silenced when she felt him fall to his knees behind her. Suddenly it wasn't so funny.
The Doctor lent down and kissed the back of her right knee and grinned into her warm flesh when she nearly buckled. He ran his tongue in tiny circles over the sensitive spot before giving his attention to the left leg. His hands were fighting to be in contact with Rose's skin but he was determined to torture himself as much as her, he kept them hovering inches above her body. Rose couldn't explain the sensation but she could sense his fingers.
He slid his tongue higher, just the tip trailing a line up her thigh then he broke contact and Rose's head fell to her chest fighting the urge to spin round and slap him. When he made contact again it was higher than she expected. His fingers slid beneath her silk dress and hooked over the waistband of her underwear.
He slowly rolled the material down, his fingers barely making contact with her as he concentrated on slipping the lace over her hips and arse. Rose parted her legs a little to make his job easier, but worried suddenly she might fall when her knees seemed to have gone very weak indeed. His fingers were gliding down her thighs now and then right down over her high-heels without a word.
The Doctor stood up close behind her and pushed his frustratingly clothed hips against her now very bare arse. Rose was digging her nails into the console edge hard now, well aware that it was the only thing keeping her upright. She could feel his fingers, aided by the silk, skimming over every available inch of her body while she stay rigidly braced against the Tardis. He pulled the zip of her dress down with one fluid movement and slid the straps down her arms.
"Lift." Rose raised her hands a little way off the console and the Doctor slid the silk straps over her hands, his fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they went. He let the silk slide over her body and pool at her high-heel clad feet. It wasn't too cold in the Tardis but Rose still shivered.
The Doctor had broken all contact again but she knew he was looking at her. He was standing admiring his handiwork, Rose stood like some highly erotic and obscene statue, bent slightly, her legs stretched long and straight he could see every muscle toned by running for her life. The high-heels forced Rose into a slightly burlesque looking pose, she was hideously aware of how her arse was sticking out and wished he would stop looking at her from that angle. The Doctor thought she looked like some kind of Goddess, admittedly from a planet of nymphomaniacs, but still divine.
When he stepped up behind her again she could tell he was pleased with what he saw. Rose fought the urge to ask him if he still had the banana in his pocket. She wasn't expecting the slap and shrieked slightly louder than she meant to as she felt the sting and the spreading warmth.
The Doctor let his hand rest of her hip before spanking her again, and again, finally letting his hand rest against her reddening skin. She bit her lip hard as he spanked her again, harder this time and felt his hips push against her. Instantly he stepped back and left her moaning for more contact. Rose heard him mumbling and finally his shirt landed on the console next to, moments later she felt his now blessedly naked body against hers.
Rose could feel him hard against her thigh and wiggled her hips trying to get him into a more desirable position. He gripped her hip tightly.
"Tut tut, insatiable drunk little ape." She turned and glared at him over her shoulder, the Doctor feared he might melt. He guided her hips slowly in to line with his and she felt him slip between her thighs. She arched her back trying to feel his skin against her, he rewarded her, finally stroking his hands across her bare skin, running his fingers through her hair and massaging her shoulders. Rose was using all her willpower to keep her hands firmly placed on the console, it was especially difficult when the doctor reached below her and began pinching her nipples between his cold fingers.
She lowered her head and tried to concentrate on anything other than his body and what it was doing to hers. The Doctor seemed to spend an eternity trailing feather-light touches over her body while gently teasing her, his hips grinding against hers and his achingly hard cock making the briefest contact with her pussy before being pulled away. When he finally brought two fingers down on her clit she breathed out his name and pushed into his fingers, suddenly believing in a higher-power when he trailed his fingers down and deep inside her.
Rose stay motionless for a moment, enjoying the sensations and praying he wasn't going to stop them too soon. She screamed out when she felt him thrust inside her alongside his fingers and couldn't help but grind her hips into his as he enforced a excruciatingly slow pace. One hand entwined in her hair while he slid his fingers out of her and began teasing her clit.
"Oh fuck, no fair, no fair!" Rose turned and gave the Doctor a pleading look over her shoulder as his pace steadily decreased until there seemed to be decades between each thrust. He grinned like an evil genius.
"What? You want more of... " he rammed into her hard as his fingers tripled their circling of her now impossibly hard clit.
"Shhhhhit!" Rose turned back to the console and hoped her arms could support her body weight, because her legs were going to be giving out any second now. The Doctor kept his ridiculously slow thrusts coupled with the frantic fingers as Rose felt a wave of tension wash through her body, she shifted her weight slightly and wished she hadn't, the new angle affording the Doctor much deeper access.
She gripped the edges of the Tardis as though it were a life raft and let her orgasm rip through her like a tidal wave. She seemed to feel her legs losing all structural stability but found that the Doctor had wrapped his arms round her waist and kept her from falling. When she eventually felt able to think laterally again she found he had pulled her upright, her hands finally removed from the console and her whole body limp against his still considerable un-limp form.