Authors Note: This fic was written for the Sistersofguh End of Summer ficathon over at LJ. Carries its M rating for very very good reason. Not safe to be read at work or around young children. Thanks to my wonderful beta's naughtybunny23 and doctorstimelady. Chapter Two is in the works and hopefully will be posted by end of the month.

Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its characters are owned by the BBC and sadly not by me.

"Oh, God. Please ..."

The whispered plea from Rose's lips echoes throughout the room.

She throws her head back deeper into the pillow arching up uncontrollably as a cool tongue dances its way across her electrified skin through another rendition of the Gallifreyan alphabet.

Another plea and the sweet torment is halted briefly. A warm chuckle fills the air as her captor drags himself up her naked form, ensuring she feels every inch of his bare flesh against hers on the way.

"Rose. Rose. Rose. So impatient, love," he teases as he punctuates each utterance of her name with a kiss.

"Doctor, you're driving me mad," she hisses.

"Oh Rose," he whispers with dark intent into her ear. "I've only just begun."

She knows from experience that he means every word.

He calls it endurance training, but this is no ten mile hike across rugged terrain followed by a spot of Tai Chi on the apex of a mountain. No, this is the Doctor in full possessive mode, pushing the boundaries of their love making. He prides himself on giving her sweet pleasure; seconds, minutes and hours of it, but never quite letting her have that ultimate release until he is ready for her to fall.

He said they had only just begun, but a brief glace at the clock on her bedroom wall tells her that at least two hours have passed since the moment she had walked into her bedroom after a shower and he'd pounced on her like a wild animal stalking its prey. She was more surprised that he would do this in her mother's flat but any protests she had immediately died under the onslaught of his carnal touch.

She had little idea how their clothes had been shed, or when he had backed her onto her bed. She vaguely remembers him tying her wrists with two pairs of lace panties from her underwear drawer, and of his voice, its northern burr so dark and sinful, carefully explaining that she would have to be quiet in her appreciation. The thought sent an immediate jolt of anticipation through her body. The idea of the Doctor taking her while her mother was in the next room adds a whole new level to this seductive dance.

A warm, wet mouth surrounding one breast draws her attentions back to the here and now. This was him giving her a little resting time while still ensuring that the moments of pleasure never really stopped. The sensations are not as intense as his tongue and teeth in other areas, but he makes her feel good all the same.

A small sigh escapes her mouth and she feels him smile against her heated skin.

"You've been very good," he murmurs. "I may just have to reward you for that shortly."

"Oh, yes. Please," she begs hoping that he will let her come but knowing full well that he won't. His words confirm her thoughts.

"Not yet, Rose."

His glides his tongue down to the valley between her breasts to lap lightly at the sweat that has gathered there. He's like fire in her blood and she whimpers once more when he crosses to her other nipple, laving the aroused bud with a mix of hard pointed tongue and soft gentle swipes.

He's claiming her again and again with every touch; with every love bite and mark he leaves on her skin. As if his actions are not enough the possessive growl in his voice when he next speaks takes her breath away.

"I love seeing you like this, Rose. So often I see you so strong and efficient but I love seeing you like this too. Supplicant, soft and submissive. Open to me, hiding nothing."

The words hum against her skin, his velvet accent sending intoxicating shivers through her spine. She almost thinks she might come from his voice alone. As his words burn through her mind she barely realises that the Doctor has moved back up to gaze into her eyes once more. Still holding the control he takes her lips, branding them as his. His tongue sweeps out, pillaging her mouth with strong, assertive strokes and she cannot help but think how well it mimics the touch of another part of him; one she desperately wants inside her.

Perhaps he read her mind, or perhaps this is her reward, because he does not disappoint. He does not bother to check if she is ready. He's just spent the last two hours ensuring she will be. His knee nudges her legs apart and with one swift movement he is inside her, his hard length filling her just as her heart explodes in a wave of euphoria.

She knows that this moment is but an interlude in his quest to push her to new heights. He has no intention of letting her come down from the dizzying ladder she's on. There is something that started all of this; something he is still yet to tell her, and he will tell her because he always does. She also finds that right in this instance, she cannot care. She will take the crumbs that he offers before he withdraws from her body again.

The Doctor cannot help the feeling of smugness that washes over him. Caught up as she is in her sweet torment, Rose has forgotten how well he knows her. His work roughened hands caress and seek out those parts of her which he knows will lift her ever higher towards her pinnacle of release when touched. As he glides into her with strong, even thrusts, he can feel her muscles tighten around him; feel the intensity of her arousal. He closes his eyes against the rush of sensation. How easy it would be to let her come. He loves that moment when she orgasms, when her whole body and mind sing out loud. The thought makes him want to push into her harder and faster, till they both get lost in a state of bliss, but he forces himself to stay within the bounds of the easy rhythm he's set. She is writhing beneath him now like a mad thing. Another few strokes and he knows she is there, just seconds from flying. But that is not what he wants for her just yet.

She is beyond begging now. The even strokes of his cock inside her have been driving her steadily higher towards the edges of heaven. She's crying out to him, wanting him to break, to relinquish this control and let her fly. She is on the edge of the precipice and for one millisecond thinks he is going to let her jump

"Doctor, please, oh please … yes, yes….. NOOOO!"

Forgetful of where she is, she wails and tugs at her bindings as he pulls out of her body, frustrated at the intentional theft of her impending climax. She wants to berate him, but his forceful kiss stops her mouth before she can utter a word. Only when he feels her body relax does he release her lips. When he looks down at her she is still glaring at him, and he cannot help but smile. He can see her brain turning and knows that if her hands were free now he'd definitely be on the receiving end of a slap or two.

With tender lips he kisses her face until the frown lines disappear from her brow.

"There now, love. That's better."

Seconds later his soothing tone is replaced by a cheekier one. "You'll have to be quieter though, Rose. Don't want your mother interrupting us now, do you?"

He moves to her side so he is not crushing her. Placing lingering kisses along one cheekbone he keeps going until he reaches the soft skin of her earlobe. He nibbles lightly at it before drawing it into his mouth, sucking the supple flesh and brushing it with his tongue.

"I think some punishment is in order, Miss Tyler," whispers the Doctor darkly into the sensitive shell of her ear. "Perhaps I should stop touching you. Just keep you bound and naked before me." A whimper of protest echoes from Rose's throat. "No? What should I do with you then?"

Oh God. She's not sure what she wants. Even as he speaks his beautiful hands never cease their exploration of her body and she thinks this seduction might just kill her. If he stopped touching her now, it would kill her.

"No, please don't stop," she begs.

Another gentle rumble of laughter radiates from the Doctor's chest. He lets one hand travel southwards, slowly trailing a light touch over her sweat-glistened skin. When it reaches her upper thighs, agile fingers paint unreadable patterns on her sensitised flesh, climbing higher until they brush against the soft curls of her sex. Then just as suddenly, they are gone.

Seeing the look of anguish on her face, he quickly reassures her.

"Sweet, sweet Rose. Punishment must be served, but don't worry, you will be touched."

She frowns because his statement makes no sense. Before she can ask him what he means, the question is answered by a familiar vibrating sound. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realises his intentions.