Best Medicine
Part 3
He cleared his throat and looked down at his hands still holding Rose's ankle. Except, he noticed with slight shock, he was actually sort of caressing it. Had been for quite some time, really. Stroking lightly with his thin fingers, sending shivers down her spine. Upon noticing these ministrations, he paused them, and let out a long breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He lifted his eyes to meet hers again. "So..." he began. He cleared his throat once more when he realised how husky his voice sounded. That wouldn't do. "So, shall I bandage this up then?" he asked her politely.
She blinked at him, having completely forgotten about her twisted ankle. Realisation dawned when he lifted her foot in question and pain shot up her leg again. "Yes please," she answered, wincing in pain again.
"I'll get you some painkillers in a minute," he told her as he dressed her ankle.
"Thanks," she replied. She shivered again when his hand brushed her calf, which he noticed instantly.
"You must be cold sitting there without your top on," he commented lightly.
A faint blush tainted her cheeks. "Yeah, well it's all bloody and that; I don't fancy putting it back on."
He finished bandaging her ankle and shrugged off his jacket. "Here you go. Don't want you catching a cold as well, do we?" he said, handing it to her.
She took it from him and gulped when their fingers brushed briefly. "Ta," she muttered, putting it over her shoulders rather than on, and clutching it closed at the front with one hand. She inhaled the smell that was purely her Doctor, and relished at how close she felt to him, just by being wrapped up in his jacket. Without realising, she nuzzled her nose into it, closing her eyes, to which the Doctor watched with utter fascination.
For some reason, he felt all weird inside seeing her wearing his jacket. Like...all warm and fuzzy and strange and human.
How odd.
He stared at her for a few moments, then coughed awkwardly. "So, anywhere else that needs my attention?" he asked, before his brain had a chance to check the words.
Her eyes snapped open and she raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Weeelll..." she teased, drawing out the word in the way she'd heard him do so sexily so often.
"My medical attention," he amended, grinning at her impishly.
She giggled. "No. No, I'm fine," she told him.
"Are you sure?" he asked curiously. "Because I should check, really, shouldn't I? You've got a history of pretending not to be injured when really you are..."
She couldn't help but notice the hopeful tone of his voice this time, and she wondered if maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as oblivious to her in that way as she first assumed. Therefore, she couldn't resist the urge to tease him. So she didn't.
"I reckon you'd like that, eh Doctor? Checking me out," she said, her tongue caught between her teeth in the way she smiled when she was teasing him.
"Checking you over," he corrected, rolling his eyes. But she could see that she'd startled him, because he was avoiding meeting her eyes now.
"Suuurrre," she said sarcastically. "You wanna know what I think?"
He had a feeling that he really, really didn't.
"What's that?"
But he couldn't resist asking.
"I think: this was all a big ploy to get me half-naked."
"You're not half-naked," he countered.
She slid his jacket back off her shoulders.
He swallowed thickly. "You're still not - " But before he could finish, a sudden boldness took over Rose and she twisted her arm behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, slipping it off quickly. He stopped talking and simply stared at her, open-mouthed, his eyes wide behind his sexy glasses.
"I am now," she murmured, looking at him intently.
"Yes. Yes. Um...wh...wha...what?" he stuttered, seemingly making no apology for the fact that he was blatantly staring at her breasts rather than talking to her face.
"I think you should check my back, Doctor," she told him, as if justifying her removal of her bra. "It feels like I've got some scratches or something..."
He blinked. Once. Twice. Then he looked back up to her face again. "Right! Yes, yes. Of course," he muttered, setting her foot on the floor gently and getting to his feet. Seeing as she wouldn't have been able to turn around properly without hurting her ankle further, the Doctor swiftly walked behind her and couched down to the floor again.
He knew no good could come of this. He was going to cross over those boundaries once and for all as soon as he started touching her again.
But he didn't care.
He couldn't stop.
He brushed some of her hair across her shoulder to look at the back of her neck, stroking over her shoulder blades with his fingers, then further down her back, his hands sweeping across her skin as she shivered beneath his touch, searching for the scratches he knew weren't really there. He stopped when he reached the waistband of her jeans, and let out a long breath, that ghosted over her skin making her shiver even more.
"No scratches here," he murmured softly.
She was about to retort when suddenly she was rendered speechless by the feel of the Doctor's lips against her skin. He pressed a gentle kiss to her back, then another, then another, following the path that his hands just took only in the reverse, so that he ended up returning to the back of her neck. He nuzzled a point behind her ear with his nose before kissing that too, and she gasped sharply. He brought his hands up to rest at her hips, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there softly.
"I think you might be right," he whispered against the shell of her ear.
"Huh?" is all she could say in response.
"I do rather like checking you out," he told her seriously, and she giggled.
He wrapped his arms around her middle in a backwards hug, and she rested her hands on his at her stomach, as he gently nipped and licked at the point where her neck met shoulder. She let out a soft moan and leaned into him.
He ran his tongue across the shell of her ear and then sucked at the lobe, and she shuddered in his arms.
"You're licking me," Rose muttered, partly in mock-disgust, partly in appreciation, and mostly in wonder.
"Yep," he replied, chuckling as she turned her head slightly, and his tongue swept across her jaw line. "Taste quite nice, you do," he told her in earnest.
She smiled. "Glad you think so," she retorted teasingly.
"You're hair's tickling me, though," he half-complained, still grinning madly in wonderment at how their conversation had led him to do this.
"Then maybe you should come around here and lick me face to face," she laughed.
"Maybe I don't have to," he muttered to himself, remembering that the stool she was sitting on could spin around. He swung her around to face him, and she didn't care that her ankle hurt a bit from a bit of impact against the Doctor's leg as he spun her, because now she could look into his deep brown eyes. Which, she noticed with great pleasure, were now mostly black. And he was still wearing those glasses she loved so much.
He was kneeling between her legs now. His hands came up to hold her at the waist again, and Rose pulled him closer by his tie.
(She'd always wanted to do that.)
They looked at each other for a long moment, faces inches apart.
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A/N: The End. Lol, jokes! Not really! One more chapter to go now. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one. Thanks for all your reviews so far, please review this chapter too and let me know what you think of it :D
Laura x
