I wanted to write but didn't want to do anything serious, and what came out was a 3-part ficlet for Valentine's Day. This is nothing but fluffy fluff fluff. One part is posted today, one tomorrow, one on Valentine's Day.
The part-human Doctor stretched, wedding ring glinting in the early-morning light, before turning to look at the blonde who slept in the bed beside him.
The navy blue comforter was tucked firmly around her shoulders while one leg poked out and hung over the bed. The hair she still kept blonde was strewn across her pillow, nearly tickling the Doctor's nose as he smiled at his wife.
He quickly checked his internal clock before grinning hugely and propping himself up on one elbow, reaching out with his free hand to gently shake the sleeping woman's shoulder.
"Rose," he said softly. A lighter sleeper than she had been when she was younger, Rose groaned in protest before turning to face him.
"Whaddisit, Doctor?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"It's Valentine's Day, Rose!" the Doctor replied excitedly, and Rose took in his smile before closing her eyes again.
"It'll still be Valentine's Day in another hour or two, yeah?" she told him, pulling the blanket close again.
"But Rose!" protested the Doctor. "I've got plans. Great plans!"
Rose kept her eyes firmly shut, knowing that if she saw his face, with those big brown eyes and that hair and his pleading look, her morning of sleeping in would be done for.
"Shouldnt'a kept me up watching The Lion King again, then," Rose tried.
"Well," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "my timing might not have been ideal, especially since I insisted on watching the sequels afterwards. But I've got great things planned for today, and we can't be late."
Rose sighed and opened her eyes, watching him contemplatively.
After an initial widening of his grin when he saw her eyes, the Doctor looked a little nervous when Rose continued to watch him silently.
"After I forgot during our first year here and then there was that whole unfortunate abduction incident last February, I really wanted to make up for it this year, Rose," he said. "You ask for almost nothing in the way of romance, and I've got all this input up here from Donna, and it's going to waste," he finished, tapping his head.
"Convenient," said Rose, "that after three years, this is just now helping you."
"Well," he said, tone more confident as he saw her shift her weight to get up, "we're married now, properly, on Earth instead of a planet we're only visiting. Don't want to get a reputation as a shoddy husband."
Rose leaned over to kiss him before she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, making her way over to their wardrobe.
"Where are we going, Doctor?" she asked, glancing at her assortment of clothing while missing the selection she'd have again once the TARDIS was fully grown and ready.
"It's a surprise," he said, getting out of bed and joining her, a bounce in his step. "Wear something comfortable. You look beautiful in anything."
She looked at him, seeing his smile, his hands shoved into pant pockets of pinstriped pyjamas, the way he still watched her as if he couldn't believe his luck.
"Do I have time to shower?" she asked him as she grabbed a pair of jeans and a soft pink top.
"Yup," he replied. "You have eighteen point three minutes before I have breakfast ready, and then we leave right after."
"Not gonna join me in the shower, then?" she asked as she made her way to the en suite.
"Rose, that would mean we don't have time for breakfast," he said, looking torn as she removed her over-sized t-shirt before starting the water.
"We have those Torchwood-issued meal bars," she suggested, shimmying out of her knickers.
His lips parted slightly as he watched her, hands involuntarily moving to unbutton his own top.
"Not very romantic, meal bars," he said, giving in to her suggested distraction as she stepped into the already-warm water. "Even though Valentine's Day didn't really start out for romance as much as for kindness, I was under the distinct impression that the modern Valentine's holiday is supposed to be as romantic as possible."
"What if I were to tell you," said Rose from behind the curtain as the Doctor finished disrobing, "they sent a new flavor for testing?"
"Hmmm," said the Doctor contemplatively, moving closer to the shower. "Experimentation can be romantic, I suppose, but it might depend on the flavor."
Rose peered around the shower curtain to watch his face as she spoke, looking him over appreciatively before meeting his eyes.
"It's banana," she told him, smiling as his eyes widened before he all but leapt into the shower with her.
"Well," he said, hands on her waist as he leaned down for a kiss, "that is certainly acceptable."
Rose hummed in agreement, and their shower passed quickly, splashes and sighs mingling as the two started their first Valentine's Day as husband and wife.