I shiver slightly in the cool corridor of the TARDIS, my flannel jim jams and fuzzy slippers not doing the job to keep me warm. Somewhere around here is the Doctor, fixing the temperature of the TARDIS. How domestic, fixing the thermostat. Of course, he'll tell you that he's fixing the Thermal Regulator with his Quad-dimensional-wrench or something of the like.
My shivering increases as I make my way to the library, one of my favorite rooms on the TARDIS alongside the butterfly garden and the pool. There are billions of books in the TARDIS's library, many of which are from the future so I can't read them without consulting the TARDIS first. But I don't mind, there are so many books here that I can't normally get my hands on without paying a crap-ton of money that I don't have.
The library is just as cold as the rest of the TARDIS, but as I draw closer to the fireplace with the ever-burning fire, the crackling flames heat the room slightly. I grab my favorite blanket and curl up in the corner of the sofa, my knees to my chest and my blanket to my chin. My teeth are chattering now as I attempt to fall asleep in front of the fire under at least three thick blankets. My body temperature must be really low.
I start contemplating getting up to make some tea in the kitchen before I decide that I don't want tea, nor do I want to embark on another shivering journey. Or more shivery journey I suppose. I close my eyes and drift in limbo, that state between sleep and consciousness.
After who knows how long, I feel the sofa dip slightly and open my eyes to see the Doctor, his jacket removed, holding two mugs of steaming goodness. I take a deep breath and smell the rich aroma of chocolate.
"Y-you made hot-t-t chocolate?" I stutter as my jaw continues to clack.
His eyes soften as I sit up, drawing the blankets around me more tightly.
"Well," he starts, his voice low, sparking a warmth in my abdomen, "I helped." The dim overhead lights lighten briefly and I smile.
"Tha-ank you," I tuck my tongue in my teeth and the Doctor smiles back at me.
"Here you are. One hot mug of hot chocolate from the planet of Chollar. The largest industry of cocoa beans in the universe," He hands me one mug, my favorite one, and take a sip.
"H-how did you kn-know that I l-like to have cinnamon in my c-c-cocoa?" I ask, taking another sip, the hot beverage warming my stomach and my throat, slowly working it's way to my limbs.
He shrugs, "I've seen you put it in your hot chocolate before and I remembered."
"I've d-drinken hot chocolate one other t-time." I raise an eyebrow, looking over the edge of the mug as I take a deeper drink and the Doctor blushes, scratching the back of his neck.
"You've got a bit of a…" the Doctor pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and shakes it open, leaning closer to me. I freeze, hoping that I don't scare him off. He dabs lightly at my lip, cleaning up the thin film of hot chocolate on my face. I'm no longer shiver. Actually, I feel rather warm.
I lean into his hand slightly and he freezes, emotions flitting through his eyes. Desire, fear, lust, reservation, and dare I even name it, love. With determination in his eyes the color of the hot chocolate, he leans forward, tilting his head slightly. I place my mug of hot chocolate on the small coffee table, leaning towards the Doctor as well. My eyes slide shut as he presses his warm lips against my own, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek, his other following for the other side. I sigh in contentment, finally.
I wasn't cold again that night.