There's literally no plot in this chapter it's just shameless shippy fluff.

I woke up in the early morning, which was fairly unusual for me. I'm a pretty heavy sleeper and can stay that way during explosions. I have, in fact. Don't ask. I groaned and rolled over and just about fell out of my bed when I saw the Doctor sitting next to me.

"Jesus!" I croaked, clutching my at my heart. "How long have you been here?"

The Doctor tipped his head to the side, considering. He was sitting cross-legged on top of the covers and had managed to lose both his coat and his shoes. "A few hours, at the most."

"Why?" I rubbed at my eyes. "Did you find something?"

"No." The Doctor bent over me, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "I merely wished to see you."

"What?" Realization dawned on me. "You've just been sitting here watching me sleep? That's really damned creepy."

"To humans, perhaps." The Doctor shrugged. "Move over."

"Uh. Why?" My brain was still half-asleep and I wasn't processing things very quickly. The Doctor let out an exasperated noise, narrowing his eyes.

"Why do you think?" He asked dryly, pushing the blankets back and slipping under them. "To make room for me, of course."

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on!" I held up a hand, feeling slightly panicky. "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping." The Doctor stretched his arms out and slipped them around my waist, like a repeat of yesterday. I let out a yelp as he dragged me towards him, until my back was flush with his chest. "Mm." The Doctor let out a contented rumble and buried his face in my neck. "Much better."

I laid there completely frozen. Spooning with a faerie was not something I ever expected to do. My heart was going crazy. Just because of nerves, mind you. Nothing else. I mean, wouldn't you be scared if an ancient deadly being started snuggling up to you? "Um," I finally managed, voice slightly squeaky. "Why are you so hot?" The Doctor's torso was a lot warmer than I would've expected, what with his cold hands and all that.

"Why, thank you," the Doctor said mischievously. His lips brushed against my skin, sending a zing through me. "I do try."

"T-that's not what I meant!" I felt myself blush. "Not that you're...not that you're not very attractive-looking," I added, not wanting to offend him. Well, that was true. Faeries were beautiful and the Doctor was no exception. I could feel it when the Doctor chuckled, his breath warm on my neck, and my heart rate shot up about fifty percent. I made a vain attempt to escape but the Doctor just tightened his grip. I was trapped.

"Shh," he murmured. "Just sleep. I am not going to hurt you."

"I'm not worried about that," I said almost instantly, then paused, shocked. Somewhere along the line I'd started trusting the Doctor. Not entirely, not yet, but enough to believe him right now. "It's just...this is kinda weird for me," I confessed awkwardly.

"Would you rather me leave?"

"Um. Well. You don't have to if you don't want to," I muttered. That surprised me even more. If I had to admit it, this whole scenario wasn't half-bad. My room was cold and the Doctor was warm and decidedly comfy. The reasonable part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a very, very bad idea. I ignored it, as usual.

"I will stay then."

"Ok." I swallowed and forced myself to relax a little bit. The Doctor made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a purr. I stifled a yawn and closed my eyes, allowing myself to be lulled back to sleep.