A Touch Of Magic
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are watching a movie. 10/Rose fluff. Rose POV.
Declaimer: I Don't own Doctor Who. Quote from: "Sleepless in Seattle"
"He asked me to take a midnight walk on the steel pier…then he held my hand. At one point I looked down and I couldn't tell which fingers were his and which were mine…and I knew…you know…magic! It was magic… I knew we'd be together forever and that everything would be wonderful..."
It was times like this when the Doctor seemed a little more human than not. The Doctor and I were curled up on a couch deep inside the TARDIS in one of the indoor theaters. Yes, "one", as in there was more than one. I would never get tired of discovering another door to open.
It was my turn to pick the movie, and after last week's "Invasion of The Absorboloffs" I was determined to pick a classic. I skimmed through the many, many, many titles and eventually picked out my favorite Meg Ryan film, "Sleepless in Seattle."
We had settled down and popped in the movie. The TARDIS dimmed the lights for us and I eventually felt my eyes beginning to droop.
With a big yawn I lent my head against the Doctor's shoulder. I felt a chuckle vibrating from behind me and the Doctor's warm breath on the top of my head.
"The movie just started and you're already falling asleep on me." I grinned as he shifted beneath me so I could rest my head on his lap and still see the movie. I stretched my legs out down the couch and he took my hand in his, our fingers intertwining, and our hands fitting together like they were made for each other. And maybe they were.
I couldn't help falling in love with him. When someone picks up your life and turns it upside down, inside out, and sends it flying through time and space, it sort of hard not to fall for them. He had changed my life, and then he had changed his face, but nothing could change how I feel about him now. I stared up at him, studying his face focused on the movie, glasses on, reflecting the glow from the screen across his deep chocolate brown eyes, and couldn't resist reaching out and stroking my thumb across his chin and trailing a finger up his ear, then over his charismatic sideburns I had learned to love.
He started when I did this and looked down at me, eyebrow raised in question. I blushed.
"Hello." He whispered.
"Hello." I whispered back, not wanting to raise my voice. He whispered because of the movie. I whispered because I didn't want him to hear the feelings that thickened my voice and closed up my throat every time I hear his voice.
"The movie is much more interesting I'm sure." He told me squeezing my fingers tight between his.
"Maybe, but I've seen it many time before." I replied, and to prove it I quoted along with the character in the movie,
"'He asked me to take a midnight walk on the steel pier…then he held my hand. At one point I looked down and I couldn't tell which fingers were his and which were mine, and I knew, you know? Magic! It was magic, I knew we'd be together forever and that everything would be wonderful...'"
I closed my eyes and yawned again. Opening them I saw his eyes shift back to me from where they had been starring at our intertwined hands. I raised an eyebrow and let out another big yawn.
As I drifted to sleep, I felt another small squeeze against my fingers, and I could have sworn I heard the Doctor whisper,
"Magic."
