I seem to have developed a slight obsession with sleeping these days but at least this time it's all pointless fluff again.

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Safe and Sound

Inspired by: Safe And Sound by Capital Cities

Time frame: set in my Bright are the Stars universe

Rose sighs contentedly as she slips into bed. This, she thinks, might well be her favourite time of day.

Snuggling underneath the covers she instantly feels cosy, giggles as from behind a strong arm sneaks around her waist to pull her close.

Curling up a bit she allows him to spoon her and their bodies fit together as if they were designed to be a perfect match. Snatching the hand that has settled so nicely on her stomach she intertwines his fingers with hers, shrugs deeper into the safety of his existence before she moves her feet and tugs them neatly between his calves.

And, oh, how she loves this part.

"Rassilon, Rose," he hisses, flinching ever so slightly, "the frozen caves on Women Wept are warmer than your toes. How is it even possible for you to still run around on them? Shouldn't they come fallin' off at some point?"

He grunts but accepts the icy things on his skin despite his grousing.

"As long as I got you to warm them up again, no," she chirps and tilts her head a little – just in time to see him roll his eyes in mock exasperation.

"One day I'm just gonna get you self-heating socks. Will be healthier for me anyway."

"Oi, look who's talking," scrunching her nose in a fruitless attempt to look offended, Rose huffs. "Every time you took me by the hand, could've as well been holding on to a Ben and Jerry's then but you never heard me complain, did you?"

He hums thoughtfully at that, shrugging against her back. "Was normal for me though. Time Lord, remember? Isn't my fault your lot wastes so much energy on their heating."

"You're human now, too," she reminds him teasingly, eyes sparkling in the light of the bedside lamp. "And I happen to like that waste of energy."

As if for emphasis she wriggles, pulls softly on the arm that is by now draped over her chest. His warmth is quickly becoming a cocoon for her and for a brief moment she wonders how she could ever live without this.

He snorts, but there is a laugh hiding underneath the sound while he lets himself be positioned. "Well, you would since you're the one taking advantage."

"I can always sleep in my own bed, you know." In truth, she isn't even half serious saying that. "Spare you the agony and-"

Before she can even finish the sentence he suddenly tightens his hold on her, making her squeal.

"Don't you dare, Rose Tyler." His tone is dead serious even when his smirk betrays him.

"Not that terrible then, yeah, being stuck with my icy feet?"

"Didn't say that," chin dipped, he hides his nose in her hair, the humour in his voice doing nothing to cover the honesty that follows after. "Just, I'm willing to pay the price."

As soon as this is out she smiles, aware of what suddenly lies underneath their banter and answers in kind. "My hero."

There is a second of silence between them and during that one heartbeat she sobers. Turning in his arms she looks up to him, hazel eyes wide and grateful. Studying this face she has once thought lost to time and the flames she watches as grey irises turn a pale blue under her scrutiny.

"I love you. You do know that, yeah?"

Now there is no jest anymore, no quips – just the night and her words.

He nods gently, places this most tender of kisses on her forehead in lieu of a reply and that's when she decides that, yes, this will always be her favourite time of day.