Summary: It was moments like this that Rose almost forgot who he was.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the BBC, that little broadcasting corps across the pond.
A/N: Just a drabble, nothing of note. Fluff. Yay! Thanks again to all my reviewers! This one's for any of the Rose/Ten fans. I apologize for not being able to write romance (or Ten for that matter); it's just not my forte. Which sucks, because oh boy do I have some big ideas involving Ten and Rose. Cheers.
"Your feet are like ice."
"And?"
"Get them off my legs!"
"But you're so warm!"
"Gerroff, you bugger!"
"Yes ma'am." It was moments like this that Rose almost forgot who he was.
"And stop taking all the blankets…"
"I can just tell the TARDIS to turn up the heat."
"Or you could stop hogging the blankets!"
"Yes ma'am."
"Isn't ma'am a bit… militaristic for you?"
"…No ma'am."
Rose snorted and snuggled closer to the Doctor, smiling as his arms tightened around her waist.
"I love you," she said. The Doctor didn't reply, but he rested his chin protectively on her head. It was alright. Rose knew.