Rose and the Doctor engage in some early morning snuggling. Domestic fluff ensues!
Notes: This is the start of my first major writing event in more than a year! I am super excited to write again, and delve into the lives and adventures of the Doctor and Rose Tyler!
Rose snuggled further under the duvet and into the warmth of the body behind her. She had just shut off her alarm and did not look forward to leaving the comfort of bed. Nor, of leaving her husband behind to continue tinkering on their TARDIS.
“Morning, love.” The whispered sentiment caused her to smile as she let herself be snuggled, savoring the feel of her back meeting his firm chest.
“Thought there weren’t any mornings on the TARDIS, Doctor.”
“Cheeky. Though, technically, we’re parked on Earth and being subject to the current timeline we’re in, therefore, there are mornings on the TARDIS.”
His feigned, pompous tone caused her to giggle. She always enjoyed their early morning banter and snuggle sessions.
The hands trailing under the camisole at her waist felt nice, and loathe as she was to move, she wanted to see his face. Twisting and maneuvering herself, Rose was rewarded with the lovely sight of a sleep tousled Doctor studying her with sleepy, love filled eyes.
Not yet ready to end their cuddles, she moved even closer, her head tucked beneath his chin, his arms encircling her and holding her tighter to his chest. Not yet satisfied, she slipped one leg between his and looped the other over his thigh, her hands finding purchase on his upper back and the short hair on his neck.
The pleased hum that came from his throat at her octopus-like hold on him told her he didn’t mind one bit, he was enjoying the close contact, in fact. Just like she enjoyed the tightening of his arms and legs on her, and the lingering kiss to the top of her head. Inhaling deeply against the hollow of his throat, she felt as close to him as it seemed possible to be.
As the minutes passed, the light rainfall outside mixed with the soothing sounds of soft breathing. Before long their holds loosened incrementally as their muscles relaxed, sleep claiming them once more.
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The blare of her second alarm sounded and made them both jump, rousing them from sleep with matching annoyed groans.
Turning the annoying buzzing off was quickly accomplished. It had required the loosening of tightly wound limbs, which was unfortunate. The last thing Rose wanted to do was to get up, but knowing it was a busy day at the Torchwood offices, lounging in bed was not the wise option. Fun, but not wise. Or responsible.
Sometimes she hated being an adult.
Her decision made, she leaned close to the Doctor and pressed a light kiss to his pouty lower lip. Said lower lip became even poutier when she moved to pull away, his hand lightly encircling her wrist, trying to keep her in the bed with him.
“What kind of morning kiss was that supposed to be?”
She couldn’t help but smile at his whine, knowing that anything more than the simple peck of lips would not help her get her day started. Just the opposite in fact.
“One that comes before my morning cuppa and freshly brushed teeth,” she quipped.
He tugged playfully on her wrist, attempting to pull her closer. She came with him willingly.
She knew it was a bad idea. She also knew she was very bad at resisting the temptation that his sleep tousled, lithe body presented.
Giving in, she knew her morning routine would turn out to be rushed. Admittedly, most of her mornings were, come to think of it. She repositioned herself under the duvet, sliding closer to continue their morning cuddle.
She let out a squeak of surprise when he suddenly rolled on top of her, growling out, “Nothing can be more important than kissing your husband good morning.”
“Is that so?” She smiled, feeling a familiar and pleasant tug in her lower belly, enjoying the lovely early-morning growl in his voice.
“It most certainly is.” His assurance stated, he lowered his head closer and closer to hers, his eyelids drooping as his eyes told of his desire.
Just before his lips reached hers, she smirked and rolled away from him.
“Too bad using the toilet didn’t make your list.”
She shrieked as he grasped her around the waist with his long, manly hairy arms, pulling her back to his front.
“I want my kiss, Rose Tyler,” he rumbled playfully into her ear, her smile growing more difficult to hide.
“And what if I don’t want to give it?” she teased, her voice sounding more breathy than she wanted it to.
“Oh, Rose Tyler?” he purred. “Is that a challenge?”
Although she couldn’t look at him, given the angle he held her against the bed with, she could imagine that one eyebrow arching.
“And if it is?” she volleyed back, now completely failing to hide a smile. Her breathing quickened with anticipation.
“In that case,” his whispered words died away. He trailed his nose along her neck in a barely there caress. Pressing her more firmly into the bed, one hand trailed down her side and up under her camisole.
She suddenly shrieked with laughter as his thin fingers found the ticklish spot on her ribs.
“Do you yield?” he asked, his own laughter evident in his voice.
He relentlessly bothered that spot, until she had tears of laughter streaming down her face, too weak to free herself.
“Alright! Alright, I yield!” she shouted in between spurts of laughter.
He rose up enough for her to roll over. Beneath the grin on his face, one she loved dearly, his eyes showed hesitation and a desire to not push too far.
Rose’s smile softened, her hand reaching to brush the wild strands of hair off his forehead and trail through his really great hair. She gently pressed on the back of his neck to bring him lower to her. Instead of kissing his mouth, she laid a series of butterfly kisses along his cheek toward his ear.
She only managed a tiny kiss on the shell of his ear before his mouth was on hers, kissing the breath from her in a passionate kiss. She melted into him, enjoying the feel of his body on hers.
As they move in harmony, a dance of lovers, they pause momentarily, breathing heavily. Their foreheads rested together, savoring the gentle puffs of air they share. Their eyes open simultaneously, in the chocolate brown depths she can see just how much he adores her.
She smiles brightly, feelings of overwhelming love and unspeakable happiness sweeping through her. Though he speaks those three precious words quite often these days, right now, no words are required. She already knows.
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