Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

"It's a lot for both of us," she pointed out, although if she were honest with herself she'd been thinking
about this—or, well, a variation on this, a variation that didn't include hysterical rants about sperm
motility—for ages; long before Torchwood ever thought of their army of ghosts.
He turned and pulled her to him, so she could rest her head on his shoulder, but he also said, "Yeah, but
only one of us was born yesterday. Cut me some slack."
She pinched him for that one, though the result was more of a giggle than a yelp. "Jailbait."
"Evidently you like it that way," he said, low and teasing.
She glanced down into his lap, and noted that he hadn't entirely lost interest in the proceedings.
"Y'know, there are a few things we could do without a condom," she said.
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "So there are. If you, ah, if I haven't utterly wrecked things."
As an answer Rose kissed him again, and again, pulling him back down to the sheets and into her arms.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Rose woke up with the kitchen a disaster area and the Doctor snoring softly on the
other side of the bed, his pillow having gone missing entirely. She rolled over, pressing her back into his
side, and tried to tell herself that this wasn't real—that she'd dreamed it all, and when she opened her
eyes the Doctor would still be sealed outside her universe and the stars would still be going out.
No luck. She couldn't keep a stupid grin from spilling over her face. And why should she? She had
everything she'd ever wanted right here in bed with her.
"Ehh?" the Doctor muttered after a moment, and she felt him fumble around groggily behind her. He'd
always been instantly alert before, on the rare occasions he did sleep, coming awake like a switch
flipped; perhaps that was another Time Lord thing, another part of the price of this life. His hand found
its way into the curve of her hip and squeezed gently. "Oh, hello there."
"Hello yourself." She rolled over to face him. "Any idea what time it is?"
"Not a clue," he said, and nuzzled the side of her face. "Mmm. This beauty sleep trick is working for you.
I even like your morning breath."
She swatted him, not really intending to hurt, and succeeded in making him laugh. "You need to work on
your pillow talk."
"Are you offering to tutor me?" he asked, making puppy eyes at her.
She kissed his forehead. "I think we can arrange some lessons."
"Starting immediately?"
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