"Wow, isn't this place alive!" Rose calls to the Doctor over the loud music. He nods in agreement looking about the large room. He'd decided to take his companion to a small planet off the Rickymar galaxy, quite a distance away from where Earth resided in space. But to say this planet was quite different from Earth was a false statement. Especially in the city they were in now. It was very similar to Las Vegas, or Sin City as some people called it. They were at a, well, nightclub.

A bar was stationed against the wall, and card tables were in various corners. A dance floor was in the centre of the room and a disco ball hung from the ceiling, shining a rainbow of colors along the walls and floor. Loud, Spanish sounding music blared from some speakers, loud enough to course right through the Doctor and make his hearts beat in tune to the drumming.

"This is great!" Rose says to him, grabbing his arm happily. He smiles down at her and allows his gaze to roam. Rassilon, she's looking exceptional tonight. She's clad in a long, backless black dress that clings to her curves, including a very low neckline. Her golden hair curls around her shoulders, a radiating flame in the light. He finds himself staring at her glowing smile, and her devil red lips. He really feels the urge to taste those said lips…

"So, Doctor," she smiles again and he looks up into her sparkling eyes. "Care to buy me a drink? You did promise."

"Oh yes," he grins and slips his arm around hers leading her to the bar. The eyes of many men follow Rose as they do, much to the Doctor's displeasure. Though he guesses he should have expected this since she is wearing a striking dress and is, as always, looking gorgeous. Then again, the Doctor thinks the dress would look much better on the floor… He shakes his head, trying to clear his dirty thoughts as they come up to the bar.

"What can I get for you two?" the barman says with a smile. "We've got spirits from all across the galaxies. Might I interest you in the French champagne?"

"Mm, that sounds good," Rose turns to the Doctor. He glances up at the price and makes a face. It's a little costly, well, a lot. He looks back down to her and she's still smiling oh-so-sweetly up at him, her tongue between her teeth.

"We'll take a bottle," he decides and passes the bartender the money. Rose's eyebrows climb her face in surprise and he just grins at her.

"I'm sure we can put it to good use."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" she bumps his shoulder playfully.

"No, not at all," he returns her action as he takes the champagne bottle from the bartender. "You can decide how many glasses you have, but as for me, I'll be having half this bottle."

"Half?" her eyebrows rise higher as they make their way across the room to a small table.

"It takes more than a bottle of champagne to get this Time Lord drunk," he waggles his eyebrows at her. She laughs in reply.

They sit down at the table, with the Doctor pulling out a chair for her before sitting. He pours the champagne and they toast to space and time. The drink is much better than the champagne on Earth and soon they find themselves pouring more glasses as they laugh and chat. The music still blares, pounding in their ears and the lights are low, the candle light from their table shining dimly.

Rose is laughing now, a clear sound that makes the Doctor's hearts pound. She's probably had too many drinks now, and gives the Doctor a foxy smile. Standing up from the table, she grabs his hand and pulls him up.

"Come on!" She grins. "Let's dance!"

He agrees wholeheartedly and leads her out onto the floor. A lively beat is drumming now. Laughing, Rose twists her body back in forth before him and he does the same, getting close to the ground before coming back up. She moves to the right and he turns to the left. They clap their hands to the drum, smiling at each other. Reaching out, he catches her hand and back, pulling her towards him. She grins and presses against him as he leads her across the floor. They twist and turn to the music, giggling and really enjoying themselves. The Doctor moves his hand lower down her bare back, absolutely relishing in the feel of her smooth skin.

They sashay across the dance floor and he spins her out in front of him, only to pull her back just as quick. She grips him tight, her leg gliding up his through a split in her dress. Growling at the move, he leans her back. She throws her head back with a laugh before he pulls her up again so that they're face-to-face. A dark sparkle is in her eyes, and her lips are parted ever-so-slightly. A warmth pools within the Doctor, starting deep within his chest and traveling throughout his whole essence. His eyes are fixed to her lips and he leans forward. But before he can accomplish his goal, she spins away from him, swaying to the music with a sly grin. Oh, that was so unfair.

He reaches for her again and holds his hands against her waist so that they're back-to-front. She giggles as he does and moves against him, eliciting a moan from him. Her sweet smelling perfume wafts up to his nose, and he nuzzles her neck hungrily. Oh, she's gonna make him fall. So hard.

She groans as he places a trail of kisses against her collarbone traveling up her neck. Her hand reaches up behind her so she can caress his head, encouraging him further. He growls low and throaty, kissing the spot below her ear. A gasp sounds from her as his hips buck against her.

She turns around to face him again and he can see the desire in her eyes. He likes her looking at him like this. Oh yes. He can tell what she wants too, but he's not about to let her have it. No, he's gonna play hard to get, even if she's driving him insane.

He grips her against him and spins around once more. She holds him tight in response to the unexpected move. A laugh sounds from him as he forces her to dance with him again, steadily moving them toward the side of the dance floor.

"Come on!" he growls in her ear as he spins with her again. "Show me your moves."

She pushes him away and he stumbles on his feet in surprise. His eyes are wide and he looks her over, confused by the unexpected rejection. She's staring at him with her eyes dark, almost angry. Immediately he regrets his actions, fearing that he went too far. He's about to apologize when she surprises him further still.

Reaching out, she grasps his tie and pulls him down, crashing her lips against his. His hearts pound in his chest and he responds earnestly, encircling his arms around her and pushing her forward until they're backed against the wall. He works his lips roughly against hers, opening his mouth to skim his tongue along her bottom lip. She opens to him promptly and groans in pleasure as he sweeps her mouth with his tongue, needing to taste her. He needs her, all of her.

Pulling back he latches himself to her neck, putting a hand against the wall for support as his other explores her body, traveling up her chest. She gasps as he sucks at her pulse point, swirling his tongue along her skin. His hips grind against hers, earning him another moan from her. He's glad that the lighting is low or otherwise they'd be making a very erotic scene. Not that it would make him stop. Oh no.

"Doctor," Rose moans to him, her hands fisting through his hair. He doesn't reply but lifts his head so he can devour her mouth with his once more. Her hands still tug at his hair as she lets her leg travel up his. He grabs beneath her thigh as she does, securing her leg to his hip. His hearts are beating about a million miles per hour as he continues to snog Rose senseless, his Rose. Rassilon, he wants—needs—her so bad. The thought of taking her right here in the club starts to brush at the corner of his mind. Wouldn't be a bad idea…

"Doctor," Rose pulls away from him, breathing heavily. She begins to kiss his jaw line and breathing out between kisses, "Don't you think we should continue this elsewhere?"

He moans, leaning his head back as she makes a path down his neck, "I think that would be a marvelous idea, Rose Tyler."

Grinning wildly, he pulls away, grabbing her hand in his and running them out of the club.