She barely registered hearing her bedroom door open and shut with a gentle click behind whoever had entered. She had a good guess as to who. As if on cue she heard him walk over to the edge of her bed and whisper her name.

"Rose," she opened her weary eyes and glanced up at him after taking a quick look at the clock on her nightstand. He looked down at her like a lost puppy.

"Mmm?" she mumbled into the pillow.

"I can't sleep," he whispered back, eyes sad as he stood rather nervous looking waiting for her sleepy reply.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, rubbing a hand over her eyes.

"It's too quiet," She knew exactly what he meant. When she had first come to Pete's World she had had trouble sleeping because of the quietness. The TARDIS always had a soft hum and she never knew how much she loved that sound soothing her to sleep until it was gone. Eventually, she had gotten used to it but it had been a rough road. She didn't want him to have to go through that on top of being stranded on Earth without his beloved ship. To his surprise, she shifted over and pulled back the duvet invitingly.

"Come on," she mumbled to him. He stood looking completely lost and uncertain.

"Rose?" he said looking reluctantly. She glanced up at him a little more awake now.

"You need a constant sound, I get that. Like a clock ticking or gentle rain," she explained, having thought it out. "Or someone else's breathing," she added, gauging his reaction. He only hesitated for a second. He looked so utterly tired that he could drop at any second. He wanted to sleep but he couldn't, his mind too focused on that lack of sound.

He climbed in, pulling the duvet over himself. He left a respectable distance between them but their faces close, practically sharing a pillow. He concentrated on her breathing, completely in shock that he was there with her let alone in her bed. He heard her breathing slow as she began to drift back off and quickly he felt himself, to his great relief, doing the same.

He slowly came back into consciousness the next day, temporarily forgetting that he had fallen asleep in Rose's bed. He looked down at her, so close, and realized that he must have sought her out in his sleep. She was pressed up against him, her back to his chest, his arm draped across her waist protectively. He just looked at her, his pink and yellow human, and couldn't help but notice how well they fit together. He heard her breathing pick up as she drifted awake.

"Good morning," he mumbled into her hair after long moments of just breathing.

"Morning," she muttered back with a yawn. They stayed like that for a long minute before she rolled over in his arms to face him. She placed her hands on his chest and felt his single heartbeat beneath her palms. "You're really here," she said barely a whisper.

"I'm really here," he replied just as softly.

"You're still you,"

"I'm still me," She looked into his eyes, those oh so familiar eyes and could see it was him deep down. A bit different, but still so utterly him and a wave of relief washed over her. She brought her face to his and, to his surprise, and placed a feather light kiss to his lips.

"I missed you so much," she pulled out of the kiss, just enough to whisper those words to him. He didn't reply, he just pulled her back to him and captured her lips again in a passionate kiss. To the Doctor's great annoyance, his stomach decided to growl at that moment. He felt Rose smile and start to giggle, forcing her to pull away.

"Cursed human body," he grumbled as he pulled her giggling form back to him and placed his forehead to hers. Her stomach growled in response and she giggled again.

"Well, it seems were faced with a very difficult decision," she said. His brow furrowed.

"What's that?" he asked confused.

"Do we get up or starve?" she gave him a tongue between her teeth grin and he felt his now single heart flutter in response.

"Oh, that is a very difficult decision," he mused as he feigned thinking it over. He brought her face closer, his lips hovering over hers. "I think we should just starve," he whispered as he pulled her lips back to his. His efforts were thwarted again by his stomach.

"I think this human body of mine is plotting against me," he grumbled again, trying to ignore his body's need of sustenance. She smiled up at him before she threw the duvet back and walked off to the loo. When she came back he had the duvet pulled up over his head and she could help but laugh at how childish it seemed.

"Come on, Doctor, time to get up," she said trying to pull it from his head. He held on tight and refused, his comment muffled.

"You need to eat," she urged.

"No, I don't. Superior biology, me," he said at the same moment his stomach gave another loud growl.

"Oh, yeah, really superior," she replied sarcastically, yanking the blanket back from him.

"But Roooose," he whinged playfully, pulling the covers back up.

"Alright," she said, feigning defeat. "I guess I'll have to eat all those pancakes by myself," she huffed, getting up from the bed. Just as she hoped, he threw the covers back and leapt out of the bed, grabbing her hand and taking off for the stairs.