GOOD ENOUGH
The dream came again, the nightmare comprising of the oppressive darkness and the stars going out the reality where she would never see the Doctor again. The nightmare where every breath was a struggle and every time she went to find the Doctor, he either wasn't there or his face would disappear from view.
Rose's breath caught and she held in a sob. Swiping a single tear from her eye, she rolled over on her bed and combed her hair with one hand. This had been the third night of the dream. And she was sure the dreams were trying to tell her something.
Vaguely aware she was only clothed in a white see-through tee-shirt and underwear, she stepped out of her room and tip-toed down the corridor to the Doctor's room. She was nervous. Never had she been this intimate with the Doctor about her dreams, they were always too embarrassing to share, so he had given up on asking. Nevertheless they still maintained a flirty relationship and Rose knew that she would have to be the one to take it further.
Rose knocked twice on the Doctor's door before trying the knob. It gave and she opened the door to find him asleep. Typical. He slept quietly, his breathing even and his glasses knocked slightly askew on the edge of his nose. Rose trotted over to him, taking the left side, and silently debated whether it would be worth waking him up. She resolved not to and took the glasses from his nose and set them on the wooden bed-side table. Taking the covers from his bed Rose crawled in and heard the Doctor's pulse speed up, sensing the heat from her body.
It was a small gesture of her love for him, and the Doctor would freak out in the morning. She would have to explain it all to him, but for now, just being near him was good enough.