Thanks to lizziea2 on Tumblr for the prompt:
Ten and Rose in the TARDIS infirmary. She's giving him first aid for cuts and bruises incurred during an adventure and she kisses his injured shoulder (which leads to other kisses.)
"Hold still," Rose gently took the Doctor's hand to stop him picking at the bandage on his shoulder. "Whatever happened to superior Time Lord biology?" She quipped, recalling their easy banter from his last regeneration.
The Doctor winced as Rose gently wiped the dried, crusty blood that had dripped down his arm. "It's almost clean," she promised.
"I trust you," the Doctor said.
"I should hope so. I only know how to do this cause you taught me, remember? So it's really yourself you ought to trust." Rose turned to toss the dirtied dressings in the trash and found the Doctor scratching the bandages.
"You're not supposed to do that," she said gently, taking his hand in her.
"I thought I was the Doctor round here," he jested. He winced, having automatically reached up with his free hand to run it through his hair.
"Tell you what," Rose said with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Mum used to do this when I got into scrapes." Hesitating slightly, Rose smoothed the bandage with her other hand and pressed her lips to the fabric. "All better."
"Not really," the Doctor murmured. "Still hurts."
"Maybe a little extra medicine," Rose replied breathlessly, kissing the Doctor's injured arm once more. She traced the bruises that still lingered on his slender frame, her fingers making the lightest contact on his bare skin. Rose tried to ignore the shiver that ran down her back as she touched him and told herself that she'd imagined the gooseflesh that had momentarily appeared on his skin. She kissed each bruise. The Doctor could feel her lips briefly capture his skin in her mouth – he wondered if she relished the way he tasted, how he was savouring the sensation of her lips sucking his arm. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she liked the hair on the back of his manly hairy hand that extended up his arms and across his chest. He wondered a great many things while Rose Tyler kissed each blemish that was on his skin. He wonders how Rose ended up in his arms and soon he forgets the amazement and lays peacefully with her on the too narrow infirmary table, both of them pressing soft, tender kisses on the other's body.
