I never knew writing fluff was so satisfying and comforting/relaxing.

It was a strange feeling to be in new territory. I, who was used to knowing just about what was going to happen and experiencing what I had already seen, felt like I was blindly advancing on an unexplored path.

Rose, after the trip to the parallel world where we fought Cybermen and met her father's alternative version, had decided to stay with her mother for a while. Her mother, who had forced the Doctor and I to give her explanations in a replica of a children's scenario scolded by their parents. Both of us had to explain to her in broad strokes what had happened and why Rose seemed to be in a miserable way. After that we were chased out of the apartments and took refuge inside the Tardis with the only information that Rose will call us when she will be ready to travel with us again.

The ambience in the Tardis was... how can I put it... awkward? It was the first time we'd both been alone in the TARDIS. Before that there'd always been someone with us, Jack - God, I miss him - or Mickey or even Rose.

Sitting in the pilot's chair in the console room of the Tardis, I observed the Doctor working under the console, maintaining his ship after the two chaotic crossings between the two parallel dimensions. He had removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, his tie was loosened slightly but still hung around his neck, and he was wearing his glasses. He was highly focused on his repairs; his mouth was a bit open and I could see his tongue bending to touch his palate; his eyes seemed fixed, but I knew that if I got close and paid enough attention I could see them moving at full speed in different directions as he examined and analysed his work.

The doctor had a talent for looking sexy in any circumstance.

"Ah!" suddenly shouted the doctor before he put his finger in his mouth.

I let out a chuckle as I watched the Doctor insult the Tardis after being shocked for the tenth time in five minutes.

"Maybe if you were maintaining the Tardis by following the instructions in the manual that you threw out, maybe the Tardis wouldn't spark your fingertips every time you tried to fix something. " I gently teased the Doctor.

"I know what I'm doing!"

"Clearly not, if she sparks you every time you try something, it means you don't know what you're doing," I rebutted with a cheeky smile. "Just like you don't know how to drive, by the way." I added after a few seconds.

He raised his head towards me, as he made a funny and outraged noise. I simply had a laugh, softly moving my head, slipping a few strands out of my bun, before getting up and walking through the bowels of the Tardis towards the kitchen.

I put hot water on the stove to make myself some tea. My fingers rhythmically tapped the wood on the worktop as I hesitated between two teas. My choice turned to an Asian black tea and I finished preparing my tea by adding sugar and waiting for the tea in the hot, steaming liquid to infuse completely. The rhythm of four resounded repeatedly on the work surface as I quietly tapped my fingers on it when a hand larger and wider than my hand wrapped its fingers with mine, interrupting the rhythm of four. Another arm wrapped around my chest and a pair of fresh lips gently pressed against my neck as a kiss was placed on it. I couldn't hold back the pleasant shiver that followed the kiss before turning slightly on myself to see the Doctor.

"Did you finish the TARDIS maintenance? "I asked with a slight smile.

"Not really, but I can finish it during your sleeping time." replied the Doctor, as he gently moved his thumb in a circle across the skin of my hand.

I hummed softly as I dipped a finger in my tea to test the temperature and quickly removed it. Still too hot.

"What are we doing now? ยป

"How about a good rest in the Tardis which is now in the time vortex, before we both go off into Time and Space? " said the Doctor gently, with a smile identical to mine.

I tested the temperature of my tea again as I pretended to think. The tea was at proper temperature now.

"That sounds perfect to me." I nodded before taking a sip of my tea.

The idea of a rest was appealing to me. And while I was quietly drinking my tea, some idea of occupation during this time of rest came to my mind. The Doctor moved a bit to give me a better hug and his head rested against mine.

After finishing my tea, we were separated with instructions to meet at the observatory. This room seemed to be the only place for the two of us. I never saw or had any indication that anyone other than us went there.

But before going to the observatory, I went through my room getting rid of my shoes and my belt. I walked to my bookshelf, sliding two fingers over the bindings of the books I read and some books that were just waiting to be read. Some of the books were from the collection that went into this world with me, some were books that I bought during my time at Jackie's, and some were simply books that belonged to the Tardis collection that magically appeared in my collection. It wasn't just books from somewhere else, some were comics, and some were manga.

My choice finally opted for a Shakespearean literary work, Hamlet. The book I took out of the library was from my world and didn't really belong to me; I had the memory of having borrowed it from the high school library, the book wasn't in English, in fact it was in Old French. The book was a copy of the first French translation of the time made for Hamlet. I leafed through the book hoping to find a mark of where I'd stopped last time before I shrugged, starting Hamlet again wouldn't bother me.

I closed the book and grabbed my glasses off my desk. I was careful not to wear this pair during our adventures, even though I knew that Sexy could make me some more if I needed them if necessary.

When I arrived at the observatory, the Doctor was already there, reading a book in a language that was unknown to me and that wasn't human nor Gallifreyan. He was lying on the couch with his legs crossed. His shoes and tie were gone, his shirt was out of his trousers and the first buttons from the collar were undone.

"I swear this couch changes size and shape every time we come here. " I commented with a raised eyebrow.

The Doctor gave me an amused look and simply patted the couch with one hand as an invitation to settle down. The couch in question had in fact become a corner couch, only the color blue remained the same. I came closer and at the moment I sat down on the couch, the Doctor dragged me towards him, abandoning his book and forcing me to do the same with my book and my pair of glasses. Rejecting the exasperation, I began to enjoy the hug, sliding my arms around him as his arms slipped down my back to get even closer to him. I put my face against his chest, closing my eyes as his beating hearts and breathing cradled me.

One of his hands distractedly caressed my neck, playing with my hair and unconsciously tickling me. I raised my head a little to look at him. He seemed focused his mind on something, his brown eyes were staring blankly at nothing and the rest of his face barely showed any emotion. His eyebrows frowned mildly.

I raised one hand and put my index finger on the area between his eyebrows before pushing the skin upwards. My action instantly interrupted the Doctor and surprised him, after a brief moment the amusement tinkled in the Doctor's eyes and his lips pulled up in a tiny smile.

" Having fun? " he asked in a slightly bass voice.

"As I can. "I laughed. "I also save you from unnecessary lines... it would be a shame if your pretty face showed your 900 years of life."

"Pretty face? Really?" purred the Doctor. "Is it just my pretty face?"

I hummed with amusement, slipping my fingers to hair that fell on his face, gently combing them back.

"I think that's enough flattery for you today. It's more than enough for your ego." I added with a teasing smile.

"I added with a teasing smile.

"It's always nice to be flattered by an amazing, brilliant, clever girl." he said.

I blinked at the compliments that were offered before bursting out laughing, taking the Doctor by surprise.

"Such a flatterer and a silver tongue. "I said, wiping away a tear of laughter.

"It's not flattery if it's the truth. " he said, bringing his face closer to mine.

My eyes slipped over his lips before I met his gaze again. One of his eyebrows raised as his lips curled up in a charming smile; a hand slipped up to my neck and brought me closer until our lips finally met. His fresh lips molded and pressed against mine. The difference in temperature would always surprise me. He tilted my head slightly to gain better access and deepen the kiss. His teeth maliciously brushed against my lower lip and I returned the favor with a light tap of my tongue against his. His eyes, which had at one point been half closed, suddenly reopened, his pupils dilated slightly, an emotion floating in the shadow of his eyes. An emotion I didn't recognize at the time but would later identify as desire.

After several minutes of that snogging session, because it had become one - I had been blushing like never before when the Doctor told me with a satisfied and contented look - we had to separate because of the lack of air. Our books and my pair of glasses, abandoned, had somehow fallen to the ground. Somehow, I had ended up sitting on the doctor's lap before he made me change my position quickly - too quickly for me to comprehend all that was going on at the time - and I found myself lying on the couch in the doctor's arms. His arms were like a cocoon and blocked me from moving and doing anything.

"Doctor, I wanted to read! "I protested weakly.

He hummed as he closed his eyes and tightened his arms around me a little more.

"Doctor!" I said louder.

He silenced me by stealing a long, chaste kiss before he pressed his face into my neck, his nose ticklingly brushed against the soft skin that connected my neck and the shoulder.

"You can read later," he finally said, reopening his eyes a bit. "I just want to enjoy a quiet, restful moment with you in my arms."

I relaxed at his words and swallowed softly before I nodded. The Doctor closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh through his nose before taking a peaceful breath. As I observed the Doctor I noticed dark circles under his eyes, the kind you wouldn't usually notice but once you saw them it would no longer be invisible. How could I have missed those dark circles before?

I raised a hand towards his face, brushing with the pulp of my fingers his cheek; delicately caressing his freckles under those dark circles, making him take out a tired sigh mixed with a small moan. I left the Doctor in peace and closed my eyes to rest. Sexy tamed the light and hummed smoothly, then lulled by Sexy's smooth buzz plus the Doctor's breathing and hearts, wrapped and wrapped by his body heat and his arms I fell asleep.

Willis Haviland Carrier is my hero, he saves my life every summer.

if you don't know who he is...

*imitates the 12th doctor with a statue of Beethoven in his arms.*

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