TenRose One-Shots/ Doctor X-Reader (REQUESTS OPEN)

The Howling Wolf

WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault, and brief sexual content.

This also begins with them already in an established relationship, his version of marriage

Third POV:

     Rose pattered into the console room, dressed in her night clothes. Her hair was already a rats nest, tangles galore. Her eyes were bleary with tiredness, and her over all look was that of a child that had been woken up from a nap too soon.
     She walked over to the jump seat and sat down, causing it to creak loudly. An earsplitting crash came from below the TARDIS's grating, along with a string of explicit words from a very disgruntled sounding Time Lord. He popped up through a hole in the grating a moment later, rubbing his head and glaring.
     "What'd you startle me like that for?! Near brained myself, I did!" The Doctor cried at Rose, indignace dripping from his words. Rose rolled her eyes, too tired to care enough about being sassy back.
     "I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry." She replied quietly, looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. Because of her tiredness, she was quiet, and looked sad. Her being tired didn't quite register in the Doctor's mind, and he jumped up onto the seat next to her, scooping her into his arms.
     "What's wrong, Rose? Are you alright?" He gently asked her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, still holding her close to him.
     Rose smiled, warmth bursting in her chest. She loved when he held her like this. It made it seem like all the evil in the universe had melted away, and all that mattered was that he was holding her. And to her, that was true. She inhaled his scent and felt her head swim and nuzzled closer to him. So happy was she to just be held by him in that moment, she had completely forgotten to answer his question.
     He shook her a little, making her snap back to reality with a small jump. She nodded.
     "Yeah, I'm alright. 'M jus' tired. Will you come to bed, please? Can't sleep without you there..." Rose blushed a little and looked down, completely missing the smile that came across his face. He kissed her head again and gently stood up, pulling her up with him.
     "Let's go to bed, my love." He laced his fingers between hers and began walking, slowly, so her tired self could keep up with him. As they walked, she rested her head on the arm she was holding the hand of, holding on to that same arm with her other hand. Tired as she was, she couldn't see him grinning every time he looked at her. Though, even if she had, she was too exhausted from their adventure that day to really have fun with all his affection.
     Eventually, they reached the room that the TARDIS had made especially for them. Rose let go of him and opened the door, making a beeline straight for the bed. The Doctor followed her in and closed their door gently, hearing it click shut just as her head thumped against the pillows.
     "Come on then, in you get." She called to him, smacking his side of the bed. He smiled at her.
     "What, in my whole suit? It'll be wrinkled to the abyss if I do that, Rose Tyler."
     "Then take it off and get in bed. I'm tired."
     "Ooh, you want yourself a little strip, eh?" The Doctor teased. Rose rolled her eyes.
     "M not in the mood for any of that now, 'm too tired. Later, alright? For now, strip, get in bed, hold me, and sleep." He smiled and started to strip, taking off his jacket. The way she needed him still baffled and confused him, every day he felt like she'd find some other man to love and she'd leave him behind. But he knew, deep down, that she'd never do a thing like that. His fears came from nowhere, trauma from his past, and she needed him. Always. And that was all that mattered to him. Thinking about her needing him made his hearts fill with love, even if she only needed him for something as simple as sleeping.
     "I like how that sounds." He mumbled to himself, quickly dressing down to his under shorts. He picked up his clothes and folded them over the back of a chair, then climbed into bed with Rose. He scooted to where she was and gently wrapped a hand around her waist.
     "Cold!" Rose shrieked, jumping away from him. The Doctor winced, cursing himself mentally.
     "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You alright?" The Doctor asked, raising his body temperature to a comfortable level for her skin.
     She nodded and turned her head to look at him, her eyes still cloudy with tiredness.
     "You're a git sometimes, you know that?" She asked him, only half teasing. He nodded.
     "Yes, I'm fully aware. I've warmed myself up now, I should be comfortable for you to touch." He held a hand out and placed it on her belly, pushing his hand up under her night shirt. She hummed in the back of her throat, a pleased sound.
    "That's much better. Thanks." She scooted closer, turning so that her back was pressed fully to his front. He still had his hand around her waist, holding her body to his and gently stroking the skin on her stomach with his thumb. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to lay in this position with her belly large and swollen with his child. He shook his head, banishing the thought. It hurt too much.
     The Doctor suddenly became aware that Rose had said something to him, but he couldn't figure out what. He blinked, trying to remember what she'd said.
     "Sorry, what?" 
     "Blimey, you're more tired than you let on. Go to sleep, alright? I'll see you in the morning."
     "Time is relative here, Rose. There's no such thing as morning." Rose snorted.
     "Shush, too smart and too tired. I'll see you when we wake up, you git." The Doctor smiled at her teasing tone and pressed another kiss to her head.
     "Good night, Rose Tyler. I love you, very much." This time, it was her turn to smile.
     "I love you too, my Doctor. Good night."
     "Good night"