Down Time
The muted credits rolled across the delux, futuristic TV screen of an early 21st century movie that the Doctor had only watched about 20times as opposed to 240. The room was in darkness apart from that dim glow of white scrawled against black.
Rose was lying languidly with her legs over the Doctor's lap and her head buried into his chest supported by the warm weight of his embracing arm. To a passerby (forgetting for a moment the improbability of a random stranger happening into the Gengis Khan lock proof TARDIS while it meanders throughout the vortex) they would have seemed the picture of domesticity and contentment.
"I love this" Rose mumbled
"What-?" The Doctor thought his companion had fallen asleep and was thus disturbed from his thoughts on how best to move said sleeping companion.
"I know it's silly, all the things we see, all the things we do but this right now, just us, just sitting here in the dark, I love this."
"Mmmm" came the lazy response as he nuzzled gently into her soft golden hair.
"I love seeing you relax, your features soften, your heats slow, you get that goofy smile." Tilting her head up to speak to his face instead of his chest she was angled for the perfect view of alien nostril hair not that Time Lords would ever admit to having any.
"Oi! None of my multivarious expressions could be described as the least bit goofy thank you very much." He'd poke her but they were too comfortable.
"Goofball..erm…" Rose surpressed a giggle as the Doctor refused to surpress an eyeroll.
Rose sighed happily.
"I love you way we fit together. I love the feel of your suit against me and the drowsy warmth of your breathe in my hair; the smooth skin of your neck above me and your musky smell, all pheramones and Time. I could lie here forever. It's so still and quiet, a happy place." She purred into his chest like a stoned cat.
"Hmph"
"Mmmm!"
Moments ticked by unbeknownst to the couple expect in some far reaches of a superior physiological brain. The credits had ended and there was now just the snowy screen and white noise.
"Suppose we'd have to move eventually.."
"Stop with the logic!" Rose pouted
"We'd never have chips again otherwise"
"I suppose eating is kinda necessary for life"
"And drinking…"
"And pooing!"
The Doctor chuckled but neither made any attempt to move.
The end