WARNINGS: Smut, Lemons, Explicit Sex, Medical Fetish, Medical Kink, Medical Setting, Clinical Jargon, Dubious Medical Techniques, Playing Doctor, Foreplay, BDSM, Domination, Submission, Bondage, Role-play, Power-play, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Stething, Needles, Toys, Speculum Play, Rectal Thermometer, Mention of Enema

Also; Fluff, Humour, After-care, Trust, Massage, Responsible Role-play, Use of a Safe-word, Multiple Orgasms

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"Rose?" the Doctor got his companion's attention, when she walked into the console room of the TARDIS that day.

"Yes, Doctor?" Rose wondered what he could be wanting from her.

"You've been travelling with me for a while now?" He began and tugged on his earlobe, sniffing nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I realise that. What's your point?"

"Well, I think it's about time you had a check-up," the Doctor didn't beat around the bush, by stating.

"Check-up?" Rose gulped. It hadn't been something she had really thought on, for some time, though she supposed she was due a physical.

"Yes. I'm responsible for your care while you're travelling in the TARDIS. We can do it right here in the TARDIS, if you'll follow me to the med bay?"

"Hang on, you're gonna do it?" Rose stopped in her tracks.

"I don't see why I shouldn't. I'm more than qualified. Do you have a problem with that?"

Rose bit her lip, replying hesitantly "I guess not."

"Molto bene. To the med bay then. No time like the present and the quicker we get started, the sooner its over for you. Alonsy!" The Doctor took Rose by the shoulders, guiding her.

Upon arriving in the med bay, Rose noted with interest that the Doctor had tidied up at some point. Usually there would be equipment strewn about all over the floor, let alone the benches. The room felt warmer than usual and a contrast to the gloomy chill of the console room. He must have turned the heating on in here for her earlier. She knew the Doctor had a lower body temperature than humans and that was why the TARDIS felted chilled most of the time. It seemed as though the Doctor had planned for this check-up and had made an effort to make her more comfortable.

"Hop up on the exam couch, Rose," the Doctor instructed her. As she made to sit on the padded seat, the Doctor donned his black rimmed brainy specs, before removing his pinstriped jacket, electing to throw it over the back of a chair, rather than use the coat stand in the corner of the room. When he rolled up his shirt sleeves, she realised he must have been feeling warmer than usual in the heated room. It wasn't often she got to see him shed of any layers and it made her feel quite privileged, as well as horny. "Are you comfortable?" he asked her, to which Rose nodded her reply. "Good," the Doctor commented and slung a stethoscope around his neck. "As your Doctor, I want you to feel at ease with me." He took a seat on the rolling chair, kicking off from the floor and scooting himself toward her in an excited manner. "Let's get started then."

Reaching into his pocket, from the jacket slung over the back of the chair, he produced the following items and placed them on the stainless steel rolling tray, within reach; the little black torch he so often carried around, a notepad, a ballpoint pen, a box of disposable gloves and also a wooden tongue depressor, still in its packet. "I'm going to have a check inside your mouth, first if that's alright?"

"Okay," Rose replied and watched his slim hands as they tore the wrapper off what may as well have been an ice lolly stick. He closed the distance between them, rolling his seat forward and adjusting its height. He was immeasurably close to her now, her knees tucked between the brown pinstriped, outstretched ones of his long well-built runner's legs and Rose had to remember to breathe.

"Say ah," he told her and Rose opened her mouth compliantly, so the Doctor could look within. Gently, he pushed her tongue down with the offending item and gripped her chin, peering to examine her even closer, shining his light inside the cavern. "A little wider, if you can?" the Doctor smiled at her compliance to her request. "That's a good girl," he said.

The amount of time the Doctor took about the inspection, Rose thought he might well have been counting all her teeth! It wasn't exactly enjoyable having her tongue squashed down and keeping her mouth open so long like that. Finally, the Doctor removed the intrusion and threw it away, not even looking, as it landed squarely in the waste bin across the room.

With a click of his pen, the Doctor began to scrawl on his notepad. Rose peered over in order to glimpse what he was noting down, but was disappointed to see his handwriting was made up of those unreadable swirls and circles of the Doctor's own language. The strange symbols reminded her of clockwork, which she thought suited the Time Lord.

"Everything alright?" Rose asked curiously.

"Nothing to worry about, Rose." The Doctor finished scribbling his findings. "I'm going to have a look inside your ears and check temperature next."

He moved to the left of her and must have extracted another item from his pocket, because she felt the object probe her ear and jumped slightly at the sensation. "Sorry, should've warned you. Hold still now, there's a good girl. Won't be long," the Doctor assured her soothingly, as he peered through the scope to inspect her ear canal. "I'm going to take a look in the other one now," he warned her this time, as he swiveled around to inspect her right ear. Popping a clean cap on the device, he took a bit longer with this one, until a familiar beeping sound was emitted. She assumed the device must have doubled as a thermometer. "That's it. You're doing so well," the Doctor complemented Rose's patience and took down some notes.

"I need to take your temperature orally this time." He said, now producing a regular thermometer, which she opened her mouth to receive. It didn't go unnoticed, the way his fingers grazed over bottom lip. "Hold that under your tongue for me. It'll take a few minutes," he advised and began smoothing his hands together. "Next, I'm going to have a check of your glands. I'm trying to warm up my hands for you." He looked a bit sheepish, bowing his head and smiling nervously, while rubbing his hands together with quite vigorous friction.

Rose just nodded, rather than attempt to talk around the annoying tube. Closing her eyes, Rose focused on the sensation of the Doctor's gentle and caressing hands. "How's that?" He checked with her, shaking Rose out of her reverie. "Not too cold?" Rose shook her head in answer, even though his touch was more than little on the cool side. She didn't want to embarrass him at all. Besides, by now, she was quite used to the difference in temperature, especially from all the hand holding they got up to. The way he was touching her now however, seemed much more intimate, despite the professional role he was currently assuming. She was enjoying it in an unexpected way. "Good."

He proceeded to probe the outside of her throat, while they waited for the reading of her temperature. "You're a bit tense," he noted, as he rubbed at her neck slightly. "Have you been getting headaches?" he asked, with a degree of concern written on his features and laced through his voice.

"Sometimes," Rose managed to admit, despite the thermometer in her mouth. Their lifestyle was not exactly relaxing and while she wasn't exactly stressed either, she supposed her body had grown used to being on high alert of danger, it was beginning to take its toll. She didn't want to voice these thoughts to him, should it cause him any worry. She was fine. A headache was nothing to worry about in the scheme of things, was it?

"Would it be alright if I give you a bit of a massage, while we're here like this?" the Doctor asked, stroking his hands across her shoulders.

That was a bit unorthodox for a medical exam. The Doctor definitely wanted her to feel relaxed. Rose considered the offer, for a moment, before nodding.

"Very good," he smiled, happy she had agreed. "If I loosen up your scalp, I think it could really assist you." He then proceeded to demonstrate his point with such deft skill, that Rose actually let out a moan of pleasure.

"Just another service I provide," the Doctor chuckled and winked at her. She supposed that she really oughtn't to have been surprised by his skill. As her mum so often liked to point out, there was a considerable age difference between them. The Doctor could have trained as anything and everything in his 900 odd years. An education in the art of massage would have been just one way of passing that time, certainly insignificant next the supposed medical degree he was now putting to use. "I do have to continue with this check-up, however."

Rose pouted, as the Doctor ceased his deft ministrations. He slid the thermometer from between her lips and inspected the reading. "I won't be long and then I can continue with your treatment." He waggled his eyebrows at her and then took a moment to scribble some more notes on his pad.

He used another hand-held device to look into each of her eyes in turn. It shone a light and he held her head while he did it, his thumb smoothing on her brow.

Next he took a blood-pressure cuff out, strapping it to her arm, below her t-shirt sleeve and pumping it up, with one hand squeezing the rubber bulb. It tightened and released, giving the Doctor a measurement to add to his notes. The sound of Velcro ripping cut through the room, when he unstrapped the device and put it on the tray as well.

"I'm going to have a check of your reflexes with this," the Doctor informed her, taking out a small rubber-nosed hammer. With fascination, Rose watched as the Doctor expertly tapped the tool, studying the reactions on each part of her body, as it twitched, seemingly separate from her mind's control. Unsurprisingly, the Doctor took a moment to scribble some more.

She began to wonder if he was actually writing down anything of importance at all, perhaps he was doing it in some kind of game, to annoy her, by peaking her curiosity. Except, she was growing bored of the scratching sound his pen made as it swooped to ignore the boundaries that the lined paper provided. Rose was, in fact, beside herself in anticipation for this promised massage. Even imagining his hands rubbing along her body was sending her mind asunder. Could he not just get on with it already?

When the Doctor finally put his pen down, he pulled out instead a needled syringe and Rose grew a little faint at the sight of it. She'd never been much good with needles.

"What's that for?" she gulped.

"I need a small sample of blood from you."