A/N: Halloooo again. Here I have yet another songfic. I promise, I do write other things! Soon, soon. Anywho, this one has lyrics from The Way You Look Tonight, which I sang not too long ago in a choir I'm part of. I've got this headcanon that Rose sings a lot when she's alone in the TARDIS, and the Doctor loves it, even if he won't admit it. Super fluffy and super short. Enjoy + please review / favorite / whatever else!
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"Someday, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight..."
The Doctor, upon hearing a pure, golden voice echoing throughout the halls of the TARDIS, halts his work on the machine and peeks into the hallway curiously, longing to follow the familiar song and the voice that sings it.
He does.
"Oh, but you're lovely, with your smile so warm, and your cheek so soft, there is nothing for me but to love you, and the way you look tonight..." her voice grows louder, clearer, as he trails ever-closer.
Finally, he finds the source: Rose, obviously. Who else? He presses the door open with caution, as not to startle her. "With each word..." she continues, standing next to the sink in the TARDIS's little kitchen, washing a dish. The TARDIS usually did that for them, but he wouldn't be surprised if she did it for the sake of domesticity. Bunny slippers adorn her feet and her favorite jeans and tee cover her, an apron tied loosely around her waist. "...Your tenderness grows, tearing my fears apart."
"And that laugh," the Doctor chimes in, "that wrinkles your nose..."
Rose spooks and turns around, having almost dropped the pan she was cleaning, then inches closer to him and joins in to harmonize, "touches my foolish heart..."
Five feet separate them; Rose at the sink and the Doctor at the door. "You're so lovely..." their voices mingle.
"Never, ever change," Rose croons, bringing five feet to four with a dainty step.
"Keep that breathless charm," the Doctor counters. Three feet.
"Won't you please arrange it, 'cause I-" they both pause in brief question of whether to finish the verse. Two feet.
"...'Cause I love you..." The Doctor offers rather confidently after a moment, one foot remaining between them.
Rose, a huge grin splitting her face and a blush coloring her cheeks, then agrees, "and the way you look tonight."
After a moment, the Doctor inquires quietly, "Sinatra fan, eh?"
"'Course," Rose answers with a smirk.
"I really do love you, you know."
"Quite right," she giggles, "I love you too."
The Doctor, unable to hold back his unabashed affection for this woman any longer and motivated by her mutual response to his confession, makes one foot into zero and gently brings her lips to his.