It's not often that Rose is the one awake while the Doctor sleeps. He is curled around her in a protective way. One leg is thrown over hers, his right arm is around her waist, pinning her to him, and she is using his left arm as a pillow. In the last seven months she has only ever seen him sleeping three times. The soft grey t-shirt he put on before coming to bed is a little too short and it shows the skin below his belly button; while the shorts he put on are baggy and have fallen down slightly, exposing the upper half of his pelvis bone. She hums appreciatively and wiggles closer. The sun is up and has been for quite some time, so if she wakes him up its ok.
She runs her hand along the strip of exposed skin and up under his shirt. She can feel him smile against her forehead, he's definitely awake. He takes a deep breath and inhales the scent of her skin. Now it's her turn to smirk as her hand travels up his spine and he shivers.
"Mm. G'morning." He kisses her forehead and then stretches.
He rolls out of bed and returns a few minutes later with two steaming mugs of tea. He hands one to her with a smile.
She sighs happily. "I think today will be a good day."