InsaneJournal

Who? The Doctor & Rose Tyler.
Where? Their room.
When? Morning.
What? General cuteness.
Rating? TBD, probably PG-13ish, but who knows!
Status: Complete.



Day Seven on the planet had been a bad day; he'd practically decided he was going to molest a perfect stranger, and that was out of character to say the least. It had been a disturbing experience, and there was something traumatic about feeling out of control in such a peculiar way. He had been rather relieved to hear that he wasn't the only person who had fallen into such a state, and he could only gather one rather ominous message from it all. The planet wanted them to breed, it wanted to expand it's population in a more... natural way. By releasing chemicals into the air that would make them jump each other. That really, really unsettled the Doctor... and so he had snuck off to the TARDIS, moving deeper and deeper inside his almost infinite ship in search of a place of comfort and safety away from all the madness of the planet. After wandering through his ship for what must have been a few hours, the Doctor suddenly realised why he wasn't able to find a place of comfort within the blue box. It wasn't a location he was searching for, but rather a person.

By the time he'd found his way back out into the resort it was getting late, and he was rather disappointed to find that Rose had already fallen asleep. Still, her presence was enough to calm him, and he was able to sit near her and feel some sense of contentment. After a while, he decided that perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible if he had a few hours sleep - he hadn't slept since the night of their drunken antics, and although he wasn't particularly tired he felt that even a little nap might do him some good, and soothe him further. He was pleased to find, on opening up a drawer, that the planet had given him a replica of the pajama's that Rose's mother had given him at Christmas. He didn't know everything there was to know about human etiquette, but he had at least gathered that waking up next to a semi-naked person was cause for great concern - and apparently great amusement, if sitcoms were anything to go by. So he changed, and slipped into bed next to Rose.

There was something so soothing about her sleeping next to him; the warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her breathing and the stillness that now surrounded them, making him feel as if they were inside their own little vacuum, free from the stresses and strains of being stuck on Mirage. He soon drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware that throughout the next few hours he would become intertwined with her - an arm moving to wrap around her waist, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder, his legs moving to become entangled with hers, as if some unconscious desire was making his body pull her closer to him.