by futbalfreak18
This one isn't involved in the plot of all of the drabbles before this -don't worry, I'll finish those-. This is just one I wrote a while ago and wanted to post. Hope you like.
His double heart beat was soothing. Rose lay on top of the fourth Doctor, her ear pressed to his chest, her golden hair splayed around her head like an angel. The Doctor's breath was low and even. He was asleep. Rose closed her eyes and breathed in the familiar scents of the Doctor: his old, timeless smell, the cinnamon scent found deep in his hair, the sugary scent from jelly babies in the deep pockets of his coat. And then there was the fresh smell of the grass they lay on. A light breeze drifted across Rose's head rustling the leaves of the tree above them, making the only noise above their own breathing. Rose burrowed her head further into the Doctor's chest, tightening her grip around him, letting his body heat envelop her. Rose's eyes fluttered closed, and her breathing became shallow. Her consciousness faded more into darkness with each breath that left her body, matching in time with the Doctor's. 'If only every afternoon were like this', Rose thought before she was overwhelmed with sleep.