Rose has never seen the Doctor so…still. And even then, still isn't the right word - it's more like fluid. Velvet, she thinks with a giggle, and the giggle turns into a gasp as the prickle of his stubble rasps along her jaw, the warm scrape of his tongue leaves a cooling trail all the way to her ear.
"Good morning, my love," he says in a low voice, smiling when her fingers tangle in curly hair. She runs her thumb across his collarbone, watches him shiver.
"Good morning, Doctor."