"Rose. Would you care for this dance?" the Doctor offered his hand to her, the way a proper gentleman would. Rose stood, allowing him to lead her onto the floor. The music was slow, so the Doctor placed his hands carefully on her hips. Rose found herself lacing her fingers together at the back of his neck. She gently leaned her head on his chest as they swayed back and forth.
"You know," the Doctor whispered into Rose's ear, "That dress is very pretty on you. I quite like it." Rose smiled, her tongue pressed between her teeth.
"Thank you, Doctor. I quite like that suit on you," she whispered back. They continued to sway as the song ended.
"Can we have another?" the Doctor asked Rose, "Dance, I mean." Rose nodded, setting her head back against his chest. She could hear his hearts beating. It was a beautiful sound, like his very own song. She sighed contentedly.
The Doctor could see the other guests leaving, but he didn't want this moment to end. He and Rose had been dancing for several songs now, and they had mostly stilled, but he couldn't find it in him to stop.
"Rose, I think it's time we left," he whispered to her, gently lifting her head off his chest. She blinked sleepily at him and nodded.
"Let's go home. I'm knackered," she yawned. She leaned against him as they walked towards the door. There weren't many people left to bid farewell to and Rose was far too tired anyway, so they headed straight for the TARDIS.
As they drew farther from the party and closer to the TARDIS, the Doctor lifted Rose bridal style. She seemed startled, but far too tired to really care.
"What was that for?" she asked as she rested her head against his chest, listening to his song.
"Rose, you were leaning on me so heavily, my arm was beginning to fall asleep," he told her. She gave a sleepy smile and yawned again.
"We're home," the Doctor whispered to Rose's sleeping form in his arms. He carried her down the corridor to her room and set her on the bed. He was turning to leave as she spoke.
"Don't go, Doctor. Please stay," her sleepy voice reached him as he touched the doorknob. He knew he couldn't tell her no. So he turned back, toed off his trainers and slid under the covers. He turned to Rose and she offered him another sleepy smile. She scooted over to rest her ear over one of his hearts. He stroked her hair as she fell asleep to his song.