"Is the check-up finished?" Rose wondered.
"As thoroughly as possible, for now," he told her. "Unless you've got any concerns, or anything else you'd like me to look at?" the Doctor probed.
"Um, I guess not. Sure, you can give me that massage," Rose replied. "How would you er –like me?"
"On your front would be best," the Doctor decided.
"Do I need to remove any more clothes?" Rose wondered.
"You don't have to, but it would help if you got fully undressed. I think you'll benefit greatly for a complete and full body massage," the Doctor elaborated. Rose felt the need to pinch herself to check that he had really just said that and she wasn't dreaming. "I have some oil that will help you relax and warms the muscles when its rubbed in properly. I can use a towel to cover you also."
"Hmm, yeah, that sounds nice," Rose agreed and slipped out of her clothes while the Doctor fetched her the towel to protect her dignity. He dimmed the lights too, now that the exam was over. With the lights lowered, the room felt more relaxing than clinical.
"Are you sure you don't want to do this in the bedroom?" the Doctor seemed to notice that the med bay could be an uncomfortable place for a massage.
"I beg your pardon?!" Rose scoffed at him. The Doctor immediately reached for the back of his head to tug at his hair in a show of nervousness.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to um.. insinuate. I just thought-" the Doctor was stumbling over his words now. With the arm behind his head, his shirt just fell open further and the sight sent Rose quite giddy. She giggled and stuck her tongue out, teasingly. The Doctor realised what she was doing.
"Oh you, Rose, behave," he almost scolded her.
"I'm fine to do it in this room," Rose stated.
"You are?" he questioned. "Well, as it happens so am I. So, that settles it. We'll stay here, in the med bay." He nodded at the decision.
"Ready to start on me then?" Rose asked, as she made herself comfortable.
"Candles! I could get some scented candles!" he burst out. "It's important for you to be relaxed as possible. I'll go find some candles."
"I really don't need-" Rose began, but the Doctor had already darted from the room, in search of scented candles, of all things. He really was going to great lengths to relax her, that she was actually starting to get frustrated. She wondered again if that wasn't his true intention. She was sick of the games and if didn't come out with it soon, whether or not he wanted to be with her romantically and even sexually, she might just jump him instead. She waited for quite some time, with nothing to do but be with her own thoughts and listen to the hum of the TARDIS engines, as they drifted through space.
While he was gone, Rose had almost resorted to touching herself in that time for something to do. All this nervous anticipation of the Doctor's touch was sending her even randier than if he had actually been touching her! Eventually, the Doctor came back with an entire crate of what she hoped contained candles. She saw a pillow sticking out of the top of the crate.
"I didn't know what your favourite scent would be. I thought maybe roses, because well, you know. But that might be cliché. I thought that lavender would be better as a relaxant, but then I thought you've never smelt fyrofrasia. It's from the middle east area of the planet Morthe and you may enjoy that or-"
"Any of them will do just fine. I'm more anxious to get on with it." Rose was near the end of her tether.
"Sorry," the Doctor pouted. "I just want you to be comfortable."
"You've done that really, but all this preparation is, quite frankly, overkill," she complained.
"Of course. I didn't realise." The Doctor lit a few candles at random and positioned the pillows, so she was comfortable enough. "Its time for your treatment, Rose," the Doctor stated, when all was ready. He rubbed the oil on his hands and into the muscles of her back. Rose hissed when his cold hands contacted her skin.
"I'm sorry. It won't take long for the oil to heat up and you'll feel much better," the Doctor explained, continuing with the smooth stokes of his hands on her body. "Just try to relax as much as possible." He continued his motions up and around her shoulders, neck, and spent a particularly long time on her scalp. She'd have to give her hair a good wash later, with all that massage oil, but for now she enjoyed the sensation. He moved lower down, focusing on the her thighs, calves, and feet, all of which had taken a particular toll recently with the amount of running they had done. He washed his hands in the med bay basin before oiling them up again and continuing through to her buttocks. Rose was certainly relaxed, but she still held onto hope that the Doctor wanted to be more physical with her.
"Turn over," he instructed. Rose did as she was told, adjusting the towel accordingly. The Doctor continued to massage her front muscles and even her face. Whether it was the alien candles he'd chosen to use, the rhythmic sounds of the TARDIS on auto-pilot, or just the magic the Doctor had somehow managed to work with his hands, Rose felt incredibly drowsy and as if all her walls and inhibitions had broken down.
"Doctor," she hummed.
"Yes, Rose?" he murmured back, his hands on her belly, smoothing up towards her chest.
"I'd quite like to kiss you." Had she really just said that? It must be the candle fumes. Either that, or she'd gone mad with lust for this incomprehensibly sexy Time Lord. She couldn't put the words back in now. They had bubbled out on their own in her sleepy and relaxed, but horny state. She had her eyes closed, not wanting to see what the reaction on his face might read.
To her surprise, the Doctor didn't answer her, but the next thing she felt were his lips on her hers. They felt cool and wet, like he'd been licking them again, in the way she'd so often seen him do that drove her to a lust that she was never able to do much about at the time. His lips moved on hers, sucking, until her lips were swollen and red. She was sure his would match.
She dared to open her eyes and look at him. His eyes were closed, his face impossible to read, but his hands were telling, moving to caress now, rather than massage. Experimentally, she reached to the back of his head, wrapping her fingers through the tousles of his gelled hair and tugging. The result was him moaning into her mouth and probing his tongue forwards.
She met his tongue with his, tangling and fighting for dominance. She pulled away from him only to stop for breath, though she got the feeling he could have carried on much longer. He had boasted before about a larger lung capacity and something about a 'respiratory bypass'. Her other hand went to his chest this time, feeling the steady beat of his hearts, pulsing slightly faster than they had earlier. She felt the desire to use the stethoscope on him again and wondered if he'd object to that.
"Okay?" the Doctor checked with her.
"Yeah," she breathed. "Dr. Doctor," she added, then winked at him and giggled.
The sight was too much for him and he plundered her mouth again, sending her breathless. This time he reached for a handful of her right breast, massaging that too. He was gentle about it, not squeezing her as she was used to. His oiled up hand felt delicious on her breast and felt even better when he swirled his thumb around her nipple, which he played with until it stood out in an erect nub. She moaned back at him and longed for his hands to move lower and for him to touch her where she was really needy. Instead, he moved his attention to her left breast, giving it the same treatment.
She suddenly felt like he had an advantage on her, wearing too many clothes and tugged at his shirt. He seemed to understand the point she was making and shrugged the oxford off completely, so he was stood in only his pinstriped trousers and converse. She pulled back again to gaze at him. He looked flushed for once and maybe a little breathless this time. She noted the clear bulge in the front of his trousers and the pleading in his eyes.
"Rose?" he speculated her name, the word honey on his lips. An idea sparked in her mind.
"Time for your check up, Doctor." She picked up the discarded stethoscope from the tray next to them, sticking her tongue between her pearly teeth, as she placed the instrument more confidently this time.
"Alright then." He seemed enthusiastic enough and leaned back in his rolling chair, as she sat up to listen. She confirmed that hisheartsbeat was faster and more frantic than before. His eyes read the same, filled with some fear, but mostly lust. She felt the need to kiss him again and did while listening to the sound of each heart, in turn. This turned her on more and she moaned.
"Do you like the sound of my hearts for you, Rose?" he asked her, his voice deep and husky.
"Yes, Doctor," Rose replied.
"I like the sounds of your heart, as it flutters for me," the Doctor admitted and pushed her back into the couch this time. "I want to listen to it again". Taking the stethoscope from her, he planted it in his ears and held the bell of it to her lips, getting her to breathe on it for him, before moving it to her nipple. "Mmm," he groaned, seemingly receiving pleasure from her heart sounding for him alone.
While his eyes were closed, Rose noticed the crotch of his trousers swell further and decided they had better come off. She motioned for him to climb onto the couch with her, so he was hovering over her. He leaned to kiss her some more and as he did, she cupped his bum, enjoying the shape that the tightness of his clothing never did much to disguise. His kiss deepened and turned into a gasp as she reached between them to undo both clasp and zipper of his trousers. Rose tried to pull them down, but it was awkward with him on top of her on the narrow med bay couch. He helped her, by moving his hips and kicking his legs and toeing both his trainers and socks off, until there was only a pair of cotton boxer briefs and a towel between them.
The Doctor pushed the towel aside and moved to place the cold metal of the stethoscope's chest piece directly onto her clit. Rose laughed at the sensation that drove her wild and mad. As the Doctor watched her squirm beneath him, something seemed to snap in him too.
"I think we missed a thoroughly important part of the examination," he told her in a whisper.
"I think we might have," Rose responded, picking up what the Doctor was laying down. He moved off her and Rose was left feeling bereft and disappointed, until she saw what he was up to.
He had gone to the corner of the room, where the coat stand was and took off a long white coat, shrugging it on and turning to face her. The sight of the Doctor standing in just the white coat and his underwear was both laughable and ridiculously sexy.
"The Doctor is in," he spoke huskily, grinning at her.