The Doctor sat on the loveseat, his long legs stretched out on the floor, crossing leisurely at the ankles. He shed his trainers and pin striped jacket a long time ago, preferring instead to roll up the sleeves of his arms, and waggle his toes happily.
Rose's head lay in his pin striped lap, blond hair splayed like a halo around her head. She stretched her long tired legs across the couch, resting her feet on the arm of the chair.
One of his hands was occupied holding up the fragile binding of a worn out book, a book he'd read a chapter of every day after an adventure. His other played with the hem of her shirt, teasing the small flesh exposed by her relaxed state.
"What chapter are we on, Doctor?" Rose asked, closing her eyes to listen to the vibrations that run through his body when he talks.
"Chapter twenty-two: St Mungo's Hospital For Magical Maladies and Injuries." The Doctor replied. "Harry was so relieved that she was taking him seriously that he did not hesitate, but jumped out of bed at once, pulled on his dressing gown and pushed his glasses back onto his nose." Rose snuggled in closer at the sound of his voice.
As he read to her the tales of witches and wizards and broomsticks, his fingers traced lost languages into her stomach, burning words of love into her skin.
AN: More unbeta'd random things I wrote years ago. Just a one shot, hope you enjoy.