I want to wear your jumper to bed…
"How do these people cope?" Rose huffed, squirming in her itchy dress.
"I'm pretty comfortable…" The Doctor said, earning daggers from Rose.
"Well, course you are! You're in the most comfortable looking sweatshirt and tracksuit pants ever! What is with the customs of this planet?" Rose shouted, scratching at her arms. The duo had landed on the planet Damo, inhabited by a humanoid race that walked on all fours. As soon as they had landed, a tribe leader had ordered them to change as their clothing was an insult to the Damoan Gods, or something like that.
"I don't know, but this is pretty comfy." The Doctor smiled leaning back in his bed. The traditional attire for the male species was a tracksuit, but for the females they had to wear a rather complicated piece with sparkly netting and tight corsets. It was nighttime in Damo, and the leader had sent them to their temporary rooms in the village due to the planet's curfew.
"How am I supposed to sleep in this? Why must the netting have glitter on it? And I swear I have broken ribs from this corset! Ahhhhhhh." Rose pouted, wincing with every breath.
The Doctor became genuinely concerned. "Come here." He said, patting the empty space on the bed. Rose walked over, arms crossed against her chest and sat next to him.
"Do you know where they put my clothes? If I could just find them I'll stop whining, I promise!" Rose asked.
"Yeah…" He replied.
"YES? Where?"
"I'm not completely sure, but I think they threw our clothes into some sort of ceremonial pit of fire…" He replied, timidly. Rose sighed in defeat.
The room grew dark and cold as the twin suns of Damo set. The thin blanket of the Doctor's bed was not enough to maintain any body heat and the small candle on the bedside table wasn't doing much for light.
"Is there another blanket in here anywhere?" Rose asked, scanning the room.
"Don't think so, this hut is a bit basic." The Doctor said sympathetically. Rose frowned.
"Can't we just run back to the TARDIS?" She questioned.
"I don't think so, there is a reason the planet has a curfew. Every night large black creatures called Krazacks stalk the planet and eat everything in sight. That's why we didn't see any man- made scenery around, because the Krazacks would eat it. Don't worry, we are safe though, the hut is doused with Drizzin Oil, and the Krazacks are HIGHLY allergic to it." The Doctor explained.
"Oh." Rose said, once again defeated. She began to daydream about the warm, welcoming heating of the TARDIS and the soft comfort of her own clothes, the fleece of her dressing gown brushing against her skin instead of itchy net and being able to breathe comfortably. She noticed then that Doctor was moving in the candle light .
"What are you doing?" She whispered.
"Here." He said once he had stopped moving. Rose felt the fabric he had put in her hand.
"Your jumper?"
"Yep, take that horrible dress thing of and put that on instead."
"YES! Thank you so much!" Rose said, looking around for somewhere to change. "Err, there isn't anywhere to change… Oh! You! Hide under the covers now!"
The Doctor complied and pulled the blanket up over his head. After some rustling, Rose announced "Done!" and crawled in next to the Doctor wearing only the jumper and a pair of undershorts from the dress.
"Better?" He smiled.
"Much." Rose replied and snuggled into his side. She began playing with the soft cotton on his undershirt when her eyes began to droop and she fell asleep. The Doctor decided to do the same, having not slept in a few months.
The next morning Rose awoke with the blanket over her head. She could see the brightness of the hut when she opened her eyes through the blanket and the small table next to the bed which held the unlit candle. Then a thought occurred to her. You could see through the blanket!
A/N:
Haha get it? Because the Doctor pulled the blanket over his head whilst she was getting changed! PERV!
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