"Yes."

Rose closed the distance between their mouths before he'd even completed the word, her tongue darting in and stroking his. With a groan of surrender he opened his mouth wide allowing her to explore to her heart's content. Every nook and cranny was sought out and investigated; she swept across the roof of his mouth and discovered just how sensitive it was as his hands clutched reflexively tighter and he moaned low in his throat.

Shifting in his lap she arranged her knees on either side of his thighs, her oversized tee riding up. The call of his really great hair proved too strong to resist any longer and she found the locks to be even softer than she'd imagined. And oh, had she imagined. Hours spent finding momentary relief from the near constant frustration. No matter which face he wore, daft or pretty, she'd wanted him.

The chance to make her desires a reality nearly overwhelmed her but he'd put her in charge and by god she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by because of a case of the nerves. Gripping his hair tightly she yanked his head back to meet him eye to eye, her mouth spread in a saucy grin at his slight hiss of pain.

"Rose." He exhaled her name as she peppered kisses across his face, his nose, and finally his jaw and neck, finding his pulse point and sucking hard to leave a mark.

"Shh, Doctor." She swiped her tongue over the love bite before using her hold on his hair to change the angle of his head and give her access to leave her mark on the other side as well. His hips jerked beneath her as the suction on his neck shot straight to his groin and it was Rose's turn to moan at the hardness pressing through his trousers against her thigh.

Suddenly he was wearing far too many clothes in her opinion. Wellll, truth be told, he always was; if she had her way there would be far fewer layers between them on a daily basis. Might as well start as she meant them to go on.

"Take off your shirt." She'd meant it to come out commandingly but the best she seemed able to manage was a breathy request. Reinforcing the demand she removed his hands from where they'd been clutching her hips and set them to work on his buttons as she removed his tie. It was a nice tie, silky and strong; she set it aside.

The Doctor peeled off his oxford revealing the vest underneath, his gaze boring into her as though he were cataloguing her every response to him, stashing everything away for later. Her eyes were wide and fixed, staring in admiration of his long, hair dusted arms until he dropped his shirt over the edge of the bed and sat back. Pink tongue darting out to moisten suddenly dry lips, she swallowed. "Now the vest."

Gripping the collar at the back of his neck, he pulled it up and off in one smooth motion, before sending it to join the oxford on the floor. Rose hummed in approval of his lean yet well muscled torso. He appeared so slender in his suits, but there was hidden strength in his compact form and she nearly moaned at the view. The smirk and raised eyebrows she caught sight of in her peripheral vision brought her eyes up to his face. The need to wipe that look off said face swept through her and demolished all her carefully laid plans and fantasies of drawing out their first time together. Well, maybe not all her plans.

"Budge down." This time the order came out as she'd intended, brooking no argument and he did as he was told, settling his back flat down on the mattress while she followed, her calves pressed against the outsides of his thighs. She nibbled her full lower lip considering options, almost missing the Doctor's sudden fixation on her mouth. He didn't even try to hide his body's reaction to the unconscious gesture. Now it was her turn to smirk and raise her eyebrows at him.

She moved to hover over him on all fours, forearms braced on either side of his shoulders, caging him with her body. Her breasts hung inches from his upper body, separated by only her tee and the electrified air between them. Leaning close Rose captured his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged simultaneously lowering her breasts just enough for her hard nipples to scrape across the inside of her shirt against his chest. They both groaned at the sensation and the Doctor's hands shot up to capture her face and seize control of her mouth and the kiss.

Their tongues battled for dominance but she was never one to play fair and wrested control back by raking her short nails down his torso and reclaiming his mouth at his gasp. When he attempted to battle her again she pulled back, removing his hands from her head and holding them down against the mattress. Rose clucked her tongue at him in mock disapproval. Spying his tie where she'd left it earlier she turned her tongue-touched smile on him and asked, "Do ya trust me?"

Serious eyes meeting her mischievous ones and he replied immediately, "Yes." Her smile slipped for a moment as she realized how solemn and important his answer to the lightly spoken question really had been.

"Good, yeah. A'right." She smiled again nerves now bubbling through her veins like cheap champagne. As she leaned across him to grab the tie she felt teeth find her left nipple and an inquisitive tongue swipe across it wetting her tee. A strangled whimper escaped her and she captured the tie with her fingertips, dragging it close as she sat up. Clearing her throat, she attempted to look properly disapproving when all her hormones wanted her to do was lean back over and snog him until his respiratory bypass had to kick on. "Now, Doctor, you seem to have forgotten who's in charge here. And tha's me." Back and forth she ran the tie through her hands, enjoying the feel of the silk against her skin.

"Yes, Rose," he murmured, pupils blown wide with arousal watching the play of the tie in her hands.

"I think ya may need to be taught a lesson." Giving him plenty of time to stop her, Rose began winding the length of silk around his wrists binding them securely together. Now where to fasten the loose end of the tie? Well, well, wasn't that a conveniently placed ring suddenly at the top of the headboard.

Bending over him more carefully this time, she arranged a wedge of pillows beneath the ring. "Back up and lean against the pillows." He complied using his elbows to scoot backwards until he was resting comfortably. Licking her lips in anticipation, she ran her hands up the outsides of his trouser clad thighs to where his bound hands rested on his stomach. The ring gripped in one hand and his hands in the other Rose brought them together over his head. "Take hold a'the ring." It was short work to anchor him there before she lowered her head next to his and let her breath tickle his ear as she felt compelled to ask, "This okay?"

No cheeky reply answered her query; his gob momentarily silenced he gave her a curt nod, breathing like they'd just run for their lives.

"Well, in that case I believe it's time I taught you that lesson."