Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written awhile back for timepetalsprompts on tumblr and their weekly drabble prompt: freckles.
The Doctor awoke slowly, the morning sunlight shining on his face and Rose murmuring as she ran her fingers across his cheekbones.
He stopped her, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "That tickles."
"'m counting your freckles. You're never still for long." She gave a tongue touched grin, which combined with her love-mussed hair and the bedsheet as it fell from her chest, sent a shot of desire straight to his groin.
"Want to continue," he asked huskily as he inched down the sheet covering himself, "or save it for later?"
Rose's eyes glazed over. "Later."