For all Who fans!

My first Who shot. This is the Ninth Doctor and Rose, and the Doctor has apparently fallen asleep in the TARDIS Library...

Despite herself, Rose smiled. She could find herself smirking, then grinning, then her face split apart and warmth spilled out in a glowing smile. He was asleep – fast asleep – with the book he was reading upturned, pages splayed across his face, and his head thrown back as he let loose a succession of heavy snores.

Giggling slightly, Rose dared herself closer and allowed herself to gently skim her fingers across his face. The familiar bump under his skin. Cerulean blue irises under closed eyelids. The beloved, daft ears, sticking out almost comically under the fallen novel. Her nails scrabbled behind his head, and she felt the dark hair, smooth and close-cut to the head, prickle the skin of her finger. Completely immersed, Rose sat on the edge of the Library sofa and continued her physical scan of the sleeping man beside her.

A broad, warm chest underneath a dark leather jacket. That soft, supple leather often warmed her arms and back on particularly cold planets, or when he thought she was tired and half-pushed, half-carried her toward the TARDIS after an exciting adventure. She allowed herself to briefly rest her head there, and then her hands began to roam his limbs. Strong arms. Those arms could do anything, from rocking her gently to sleep at night to whirling her round like a windmill until her hair flew round her head like a golden halo.

Finally, Rose lifted her head from his chest and stared up at his lips. Countless times they'd spouted random pieces of great literature. She couldn't remember how many times he'd let loose brave, bold, silly speeches to evil aliens, confusing them or offending them, and still managing to get away with it. They'd swallowed every kind of alien food known, including the ever-appearing banana. He'd sneak secret, sly smiles her way when confronted by a particularly brash enemy, and give her a full-out grin with bright white teeth after a somewhat daring time aboard a colourful planet.

Only one thing had those lips not done. That one thing that he could not do, that he would never do, and although she loved that smiling mouth, she knew the one thing she longed for them to do would never be fulfilled. An unthinkable thought crossed her mind, and she almost twitched it away. Almost. After all, he was asleep. He was warm, and wasn't that arm lying over her in a way? Besides, it wasn't going to be anything MAJOR, just a friendly, light – kiss. And before she could stop herself, Rose had pulled on the lapels of his jacket and brushed her lips against his. Sparks flew. Hearts joined.

And then she was dragging herself away before she got carried away herself. Her small body left his, fingers uncurled from his leather lapels, and there was only the sound of Rose's hurrying footsteps that echoed in the empty Library. Moments dragged by, and the Doctor lay immobile on the sofa, the book slipping slightly to one side. And, slowly, so slowly, long fingers carefully touched the warm space where a certain blonde had recently lay across. They travelled across the bent lapels, the rumpled front, and arrived at a pair of quivering lips. For a second, bright blue eyes shone with a strange emotion, and the mouth stretched into a dreamy smile. And then, he finally fell asleep.

OK, I admit it, I did it for the fluffiness. But it was good! I think!

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