The dress was short. She was willing to accept that. Very short, maybe. But that was the point. She was not expecting him to look so murderous when she exited the Tardis. He had been waiting outside having given up muttering and yelling at the wardrobe door. When she finally opened the door and gave him a twirl the Doctor's eyes very nearly popped right out of their sockets.

"What are you wearing?" he had hissed shielding her from the rest of the street with his body.

"A dress." She sighed sarcastically. The Doctor reached up and pulled off his tie a bit too aggressively for Rose's liking and offered it to her.

"Here, might cover a bit more!"

"Thanks Mum, but I'll be fine. Now where's the party?"

The Doctor had parked himself on a barstool and flat out refused to dance with her. He instead chose to spend the whole night glaring at any man that dared come within a hundred yards of Rose and her dress. And steadily drinking himself into a jealous state of arousal (he may not be able to get drunk but alcohol seemed to do wonders for his new libido). He was doing his best to be angry, betrayed, lots of nasty words going through his head, but the angry-boyfriend act didn't seem to be lasting.

Every time Rose turned her back to him she would glance over her shoulder and make sure he was watching. Somehow the idea that she was putting on a show just for him in the middle of the dance floor full of admirers made him quite happy. Really very happy indeed. He even decided he might be able to turn all this to his advantage.

When Rose finally staggered from the dance floor (having decided that four inch heels and vodka don't mix) into his arms she was surprised to find his iron grip on her arm.

"OI!" But before she could get much protesting in he placed a finger over her lips and leant in close so that she would have no trouble understand his every word.

"I think we should go back to the Tardis." he didn't remove his finger and so Rose greeted the statement with a scowl of disapproval. "I think we need to go back to the Tardis and I think I'm going to make you pay for being such a tease." Rose grinned into his finger now. She looked up and fluttered her eyelashes, doing her best impression of a fallen angel.

She pushed herself into his hips and was exceptionally please with what she found. The Doctor refused to release her upper arm but did lower his finger from her lips and traced a line down between her breasts and down her back before squeezing her arse. Rose continued gyrating against him with vigour, bringing her free hand down to rub the considerable bulge in his trousers. Well, it was certainly hard but she didn't remember it being so…bent. Rose cocked an eyebrow at him and reached into his pocket. She was not amused when she removed the banana.

"What, this is a party isn't it?" the Doctor asked innocently before running his tongue over his bottom lip and claiming Rose's. He pulled her into him hard and she had to brace herself against his chest while his tongue did it's best to explore every detail of her smooth mouth. She could feel him now. Far more impressive than the banana too. She grinned into his lips as a trail of very adult-rated fantasies ran through her mind, if he was going to punish her for being such a tease, she was going to make it worth it.

When the Doctor finally pulled away Rose was determined to keep her cool, she reached out and picked up the Doctor's drink carefully, turned her head from his lips and knocked back the shot of five-hundred year old whiskey without blinking. She turned on her heel back to the dance floor.

He was forced to sit open mouthed, his striped suit doing nothing to hide his frustration, staring at the retreating figure of Rose. Well, that wouldn't do. He jumped up and stalked through the crowds towards her, pushing away plenty of tight-jeaned young studs who were planning their moves. He grabbed Rose's arm from behind and spun her to face him, she staggered slightly and fell in to his chest.

She looked up at him, heavy-lidded and bit her lip. She placed one hand on his hip, the other ran through her hair as she glided her hips against his, slowly lowering herself until her mouth was inline with his belt buckle before venturing back up. He found, not for the first time, he had completely forgotten how to dance. Or how to move, full stop. Or how to breathe for that matter. Rose began a second journey down his body and the Doctor suddenly worried they might get thrown out for public lewdness... wouldn't be the first time.