The kissing thing, on its own, lasted barely three minutes before Rose was eagerly tugging at his shirt buttons.
"There's no rush," he chuckled into her neck, dragging his lips down to her collar bone.
"I know," she mumbled, fiddling with his tie, an unnecessary obstacle in her quest. She attacked his shirt buttons with renewed vigour once the tie was tossed aside. "I just - I want to touch you."
"Didn't you have another question for me?" he pointed out, trailing his lips up the other side of her neck before nipping gently at her jaw.
"Didn't you have a question for me?" she countered.
"Okay then. I'll go first, if that'll make things easier for you. Tell me what you expect."
"Thought we'd covered that."
"No, I don't mean compatibilities, I mean, what do you expect from sex itself?"
She pushed at his shirt and jacket, and he helped her manoeuvre them off. "Nakedness," she retorted. "Pleasure…"
He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hands, guiding them to his hair. She grinned and eagerly ran her fingers through it, enjoying the way his eyes closed in pleasure. "I knew you found it arousing when I styled your hair," she chuckled.
"You still haven't answered me properly," he mumbled distractedly.
"That's 'cos I don't know what you mean."
"I mean that sex is different, isn't it, for different species and different eras, even, and - "
"But you said - "
"Oh the mechanics of it are the same," he assured her. "The basic foundations…they don't differ between Time Lord and human. What I mean is, the other stuff."
"The other stuff? What, like…foreplay stuff?"
He looked at her. She was blushing. He didn't think he'd ever seen her blush quite so prominently before. He smiled. "I thought twenty-first century humans were open to discussion about this sort of thing. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you, I don't mean to. But you've no need to feel embarrassed." He stroked her back reassuringly. "Believe me, I'm more scared than you could possibly be right now."
"I'm not embarrassed," she murmured, meeting his loving gaze. "It's just…I s'pose I'm not used to being asked. Most people just assume, don't they, what the other person will or won't like. Or at least, in my limited experience, that's what it's been like."
He didn't really want to think about her in this situation with her other boyfriends, but he nodded understandingly. "I see." He paused. "You don't have to say out loud, you know. If it's too difficult, just show me. I want to make this perfect for you, that's all."
"Thank you," she said softly. Her hands left his hair to trail down his chest. He shivered and she grinned. "Maybe you should undress me."
His eyes lit up. "Now that, Rose Tyler, is a very good idea."
He untied her dress from around her neck, and his hand then travelled down her side to find the zip. Once loosened, the dress came away easily; Rose lifted her hips so that he could tug it down her body, and then he leaned over her to place it carefully on the chair next to his bed. She was left wearing her strapless bra, which he gazed at in admiration, and her lacy purple knickers. "Didn't know you owned such delightful garments," he murmured appreciatively.
Rose giggled and tugged at the waistband of his trousers. "You next. I want to see if my theory is proved correct."
"What theory's that, then?" he asked, as he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his legs.
"Ah yes," she smiled, once she spotted his boxer-briefs. They were TARDIS-blue in colour. "Thought so."
He smirked. "You've been thinking about what kind of pants I wear?"
"Maybe. On the loneliest of nights…" she teased with a flirty grin.
The Doctor leant over to give her a peck on the lips, then trailed his fingers along the bare skin of her stomach. "You've seen me naked before, Rose."
"I know, but I tried not to look."
"Yes! We were in prison! It was just a – a performance to get them to find us, I didn't use the opportunity for…nefarious means."
"Really?" he repeated.
"Why? Did you?" she faked a gasp. "Doctor, were you looking?"
"I couldn't help it!" he said defensively. "And I'm not buying this line that you didn't. When the person you have the hots for is naked in front of you, there's gonna be at least a little perusing of the goods."
"Doctor!" Rose laughed.
"What? Don't deny it any longer, Rose Tyler." He grinned, and kissed her chin. "You've no idea how much I wanted to have my wicked way with you that day."
"Very romantic location, a prison cell," Rose scoffed.
"S'pose it would've been more authentic, for the purpose of getting the guards to come in."
He chuckled. "Indeed."
"Noticed you weren't keen to strip off the second time we used that trick, when Mickey and Reinette were there."
"Well, you're the only person who has seen this body naked, and I'd like it to stay that way."
"How sweet," she laughed, her hand wandering down his chest. She ghosted her palm over his nipple and he tilted his head forwards to kiss her again.
"What would you like me to do next?" he whispered.
"Mmm, now there's a question."
He kissed her again, before moving his lips to her neck. "Well?" He nibbled tenderly at her collar bone and shifted downwards. "This okay?" he asked, cupping her left breast in his hand, as his thumb stroked the gentle swell that ever so slightly over-spilled her bra cup.
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
"What about this?" he asked, tugging her bra down to enclose her nipple with his mouth.
She arched into him with a gasp. "Yes."
"Marvellous invention," he murmured, as he moved to her other breast.
"Strapless bra. Genius."
She giggled and reached her arm underneath herself to pop the clasp. He grinned and chucked it on the floor.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, meeting her eyes.
"Well you're quite dashing yourself," she whispered back.
He pressed his lips to her sternum, then travelled a path downwards. She giggled when he reached her belly button. "Ticklish?"
He swiped at the skin beneath her navel with his tongue and she shivered. His fingers grasped the waistband of her knickers. "Rose? Would you like me to…" He glanced down to indicate his meaning.
Her breath hitched. "I…no one's, er…before. I haven't…"
"It's fine if you don't want me to," he said earnestly, pressing a kiss to her hipbone.
She bit her lip. "You're so good with your mouth, though," she blurted out. "I thought that maybe, if you wanted, you…could. Because I think I'd like it."
He looked delighted. "Yeah?"
"Yes," she said, her cheeks flushing red again. For all her bold teasing outside of it, she did seem adorably shy in bed.
He slowly edged down her knickers, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly in anticipation. Once he'd pushed them down to her knees, she kicked them off the rest of the way. The lacy garment fell to the floor, forgotten, as he moved on the bed to get into a comfier position.
"Raise your legs up slightly," he requested softly. She complied, but her expression conveyed her nervousness at having him so close to that part of her anatomy. Neither Jimmy nor Mickey had ever paid quite such close attention to it, after all. He stroked her thighs tenderly in reassurance.
"Everything, er." She cleared her throat and tried again. "Everything as you expected?" She wasn't one to follow the twenty-first century trend of particularly fancy personal grooming, but she kept herself reasonably tidy down there. Still, she wasn't sure what he was used to.
"Perfect," he simply whispered, then began his task.
"Oh!" she gasped, her hips rising off the bed. He chuckled at her pleased reaction, and held onto her hips to keep her still. "Oh my god. Knew you'd be good at this." He chuckled again, and the vibrations of it against her enhanced her pleasure. "Jesus."
She watched him for a moment, utterly transfixed by the sight. It was so surreal. She'd hoped that they would become intimate with one another, but she'd never quite prepared herself, in those daydreams and fantasies, for the sight of the Doctor's head between her thighs. And the way he made her feel –
Her head flopped back against the pillows and she squeezed her eyes shut. This. Was. Fantastic.
"Might have to make this a – a regular occurrence," she managed to gasp out.
He paused and looked up at her with a cheeky grin. "It would be my honour."
"Don't stop," she whimpered.
He resumed what he'd been doing, with even more enthusiasm than before.