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“‘M sorry. Can you repeat that?”
And here she thought she was the only one with the unhealthy love for space.
"But, I mean-" And then he stopped. People usually just let him ramble on, and so he had to actually register the fact that she wanted to hear what he had to say. "Orion really does look lovely from The Moon."
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M!A: Body Swap
"….Don’t ask, just help me."
"Ooh, hello. Help with what? You alright?"
The chuckle she felt vibrate through his chest and against the side of her face made Rose smile just a little bit wider as she tilted her face back into its original position. Only this time her face was half-buried into the fabric of his pajamas, as if she wanted to hide the slight blush that climbed to her cheeks.
Being close to the Doctor and hugging him more often than you would a really good friend of yours was one thing, but cuddling him in the middle of the night was a completely different one. She did not know how they would go about after tonight, but only secretly hoped they would do it again. As her mind raced, causing her heart to speed up just a tinge too, her hand traveled across his chest and placed itself on the spot where his left heart was beating in sync with hers.
Her laughter was somewhat muffled when he mentioned the penguin incident. “I’d rather not think about that, thank you.” The spot on which his lips met with her scalp sent a tingling feeling down her spine, and Rose hoped he would not feel the goosebumps on the back of her neck that was in contact with his protective arm.
“Lost Moon of Poosh.” Rose repeated, letting the ‘p’ pop before she giggled again. “A mouthful, that one. How can you lose a moon, anyway? Did it… wander off from the orbit or somethin’?” Her eyebrows furrowed just a bit as she grazed her nails across the fabric on his chest, quite unconsciously.
The time ticked by, and he was quite conscious of the fact she probably needed to sleep. Not that they didn't have all the time in the world, he merely worried about her exhausting herself. She seemed quite settled here, and so he pulled the covers around her shoulders. For one thing, he didn't really want her to leave, and for another thing, he didn't want to discourage her being there. She seemed... so at peace. He didn't want to move her. And the thought of never having this, this moment again, it bothered him more than he'd have liked. The hand on his heart, it just seemed to call him from his sleep. As if those small, affectionate little touches were able to cut through the haze of sleep like some gentle knife. A hand pulling him from a dark room he usually didn't venture beyond the doorframe of. Making sleep just seem rather secondary to the complete wonder of the universe lying next to him. And then her dismissal of a rather humorous incident let another little laugh roar somewhere deep within his chest. Still that element of teasing, even when still halfway into that sleepy state. "Calling you Moon-Pants Tyler from now on. Swear by it." he mumbled, still that biting edge to another low chuckle that made him seem rather silly indeed. But around her, he didn't have to care about that. Not now. It took him a moment to recall, eyes open now and staring down at her. Brown doe eyes that likely held all the adoration in the world and then some cast their gaze across her features, a sigh leaving him. "I dunno. I think it just... drifted away."
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It would have been natural for Rose to drift off slowly between his deep, steady breaths and the hum from the TARDIS, but it was quite the contrary. She adjusted her head a little bit better when she felt his lean on hers, feeling so comfortable that she considered staying there forever, the bonus being that he melted into her so perfectly that it was hard to imagine how they’ve never done it before. He needed to sleep more often. A soft, sheepish smile she was glad he could not see graced her lips at his response, and her fingers closed around the fabric of his jammies. Even his voice was different when sleepy, and downright adorable.
After hearing his suggestion, though, Rose wanted to raise her head to face him, but changed her mind, afraid that he might wake up fully and manage to wriggle out of her, which was the last thing she wanted right now. The pause she took while thinking over these things was obviously too long for the sleepy Doctor, and she broke out into a grin. Her head tilted just a bit upward, aware that his neck was only inches away from his face, her voice barely audible.
“Moon chips? Do they even make chips on the moon?” Rose hummed pensively, playing with the rim of the pinstriped button-up pajamas. “In case they don’t, I suppose we should go on and have a picnic there or something. I mean, depends on which moon… Wouldn’t want that white sand from ours sticking into places, would we?”
She felt too lazy to laugh, and squeezed his waist closer, like she wanted to close the already nonexistent distance between them once again.
Though his eyes were closed, he could hear the smile. It made her voice different. Lighter. And so some self-satisfied little grin that he'd made that happen soon appeared, and he was glad she couldn't see that. Made him feel a fool. A ridiculously lucky one at that, but a fool all the same. Flowery soap and the sugary fragrance of sweets overwhelmed, and he soon found himself with his face buried in her hair. If she made a thing of it he'd blame it on tiredness. Yes. Good excuse. He was a still sleeper, hardly fidgety when this relaxed, and so her movement seemed... well, a very human thing. As if she were reminding him she was there. As if he'd forget. A low chuckle left him, that laugh that happens when he's too tired or the situation doesn't quite call for the screeching exclamation of 'HAAAAAAAAA!' she's likely more used to. It's a giggly, bubbling sound. And it's just happy. "Walking like a penguin because you got moon sand in your pants. D'you remember that? But the moon was good, I liked the moon. There is, though, this lost moon. Lost Moon of Poosh. We could have a go at finding it, if y'like." At her squeezing them ever closer, he did so in return. The arms looped around her held tight, just for a moment. Because cuddles were actually quite nice.
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Rose let out a small exhaling breath when he woke up, afraid that her staring might have startled him from his sleep. Just before his eyes fluttered open, the look on his face was so peaceful, so free from that usual crease on his forehead and furrowed eyebrows. It was the first time Rose has seen the Doctor sleep, with an exception of the time when he was ill, and that was not a happy memory, therefore it did not enter her mind right now. Even though they were in semi-darkness, she could clearly see his freckles and tiny lines in the corner of his eye that was visible to her from this position, and the way his mouth fell open a little as he breathed deeply.
When he did stir, though, Rose felt like she was snapped from some kind of a comfortable trance, only to be pulled into a more extraordinary reality in which he was now sliding closer to her, like this was something they were used to doing on a regular basis.
“Hi.” She said in a hushed tone, her mildly concerned expression caused by him waking up now softened at his gesture. Without wasting any time, Rose scooted to him too, settling herself on a particular place between his shoulder and his neck, cuddling into his side and draping an arm over his waist. It was the most comfortable she’d been in ages.
“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep is all. Went looking for ya and found you here. Sorry if I woke you.”
Her eyes fixed on the darkness and ears fixed on harmonic beating of his two hearts. She never really thought something like this would happen, especially not after his regeneration, but this new new Doctor seemed far more attuned to her than the one before.
This hadn't happened before. He wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps before he'd been less inclined to be like this. But now, it seemed the most natural thing on earth, or any other planet. That it was welcomed by her so effortlessly and completely instilled a sense of peace in him rare to achieve. The thud of three heartbeats in tandem almost ticked like a clock, as if counting the minutes that went by before he drifted off again. Because he no doubt would, it was just a matter of time. "Not complaining." It was a low mumble that seemed to grate, but it was just from a few hours of actual quiet that his voice had grown croaky from underuse. It was rare for him to shut up for five minutes, he did hope it didn't discomfort her. But then this felt a reason to keep talking, and so he did, a sleepy sigh leaving him beforehand. "What d'you wanna do tomorrow? I was thinking chips. And the moon, maybe. Moon chips." Silly mutterings, of course, but it didn't matter. Even the most ridiculous suggestions would earn a reply, or a better suggestion. She was clever like that. And so he lazily shut his eyes again, cheek pressed against the top of her head, making speech even more of a mumble. Yet expression remained so serene, he wasn't quite sure how it was managed. "Speak up, missus, don't have all night."
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The steady rhythm of his breathing coincided with that of The TARDIS, always had when asleep. Though the Time Lord and his ship were separate, they fell into sync more often than not when neither had the time nor inclination nor even consciousness to realise it. In a deep sleep - for The Doctor slept deeply or not at all - was where he now dwelled, the faint, yellowish glow that scattered about the room making it seem something serene. The face that was always so expressive, either with beaming smiles or startling frowns or just a stare of such pain, it was blank now of all emotion and half pressed into a pillow. He’d just crashed and burned on his return to the ship, he’d been doing so a lot lately. Regeneration and it’s after effects usually lingered for quite some time.
But never would he have thought that she’d be lying there, staring back at him when those brown doe eyes fluttered open in such a dazed state. He closed them again. Reaching for Rose blindly, he soon lazily wriggled her way. It was hardly long before he settled next to her again, arms looped around her frame in the most protective of manners. This regeneration was apparently a cuddler. "You alright?”
His voice was some over-tired croak followed by a yawn, but it voiced the necessary if still mild concern needed. That, and she was warm and his feet were cold.
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