The world was silent and dark as the doctor looked over the softly sleeping Rose

"My rose..." he whispers.

He stepped over the threshold and gently sits himself on the bed next to her gently curled up form

"Doctor..." she mumbles through the thick haze of sleep, her eyes fluttering open for a mere moment before she falls back into the universe of her dreams. the doctor brushes back her soft blonde hair and kisses her on the forehead.

he gets up carefully, as so not to disturb her, and wanders through the dimly lit halls of the T.A.R.D.I.S, no goal in mind until he finally ends up in front of the library.

Arbitrarily selecting a book, he sits in a recliner constructed of dark, supple leather, and attempts to read. After awhile he puts the book down and begins to dream. He dreams of rose.

The way she looks when she smiles, when she laughs, the way her lips feel against his, the way she sounds when she laughs, the way she giggles when he kisses her when shes saying something. God, he loves her. Her warm body, full soft breasts. He imagines what it would feel like to touch her, to feel her body beneath him, her back arched, moaning as he entered her over and over again.

The Doctor drifted off to sleep, dreaming of his Rose, his beautiful flower, and he would make her his.