"Hey, Rose?" the Doctor calls behind him from where he's sitting at his desk in the study. His hands fiddle with the cylindrical object, the new sonic screwdriver he's attempting to make. He's just gotten the light to work before the bulb burnt out and now he couldn't get the light off the rest of it.

"Can you bring me a spanner?" he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. After he'd nicked them from the TARDIS beforehand, he'd found that he's had to use them much more frequently in this parallel world.

"Haven't you worked on that enough?" Rose's voice says after a few moments. Taking of his specs, the Doctor turns around in the chair saying, "Well, I just…"

He trails off when he sees her. Rose is dressed, or, well, not even dressed at all, in just her knickers and one of his collared shirts. She has a sexy smile on her lips and her hair is curling around her face in a golden halo. But that's not where the Doctor's eyes rest. Oh no. His eyes are fixed to the middle of her chest, where the shirt is unbuttoned all the way and just barely covering her breasts.

"Er, I….," he mumbles unintelligibly as she makes her way towards him, the shirt moving more off her chest.

"Something wrong, Doctor?" she murmurs and leans down a bit to look into his face when she's in front of him. He forces his gaze away from her chest.

"I," he clears his throat a bit and leans back in his chair, relaxing as if nothing was new. "So, couldn't find a spanner?"

"Nah," Rose smirks and then stretches herself out with a, he assumes, fake yawn. "Must have left it at Torchwood."

"Ah, I see," the Doctor dares a glance back to her chest. Rassilon. This is torture.

"So, Doctor," Rose's voice is low and she reaches out to walk her fingers up his chest. "Since you can't fix the screwdriver right now…"

Rose has reached his tie and is slowly loosening it off his neck.

"Do you think…"

The Doctor's heart rate has increased tremendously and he can feel his blood rushing to a certain area as she leans closer to him.

"…maybe you could use your hands for something else?" Rose's breath ghosts over his lips. Oh, that's it.

With a growl he grabs her and crashes his lips against hers. Her hands wind their way into his hair as he pulls her against his lap, letting her straddle his hips. Tongues slid against each other's as they devour their partner's mouth. The Doctor brings his hands up, and hooks them under her thighs. Rose gasps in his mouth when he gets up suddenly and carries her across the room. He doesn't release her mouth until they reach the couch against the other wall where he drops her roughly on it. She gasps for breath as he drapes himself over her, kissing his way down her throat. His hands move to her chest and—

Oh yes…. There they are. Rose lets out a moan of pleasure as he busies himself with massaging the mounds of flesh on her chest with his hand and then with his tongue when he brings his head down there.

Needless to say, they don't leave that couch tell hours later. And when they do the Doctor growls as he slaps her arse, "I don't think I've gotten the pleasure of touching you like that before. And would very much like to do it again soon."

Rose just responds but launching herself at him again for another passionate snog.