David Tennant One-Shots/Preferences

Singing - The Doctor

A/N: This chapter is loosely based on a request from MistressOfBullshit! Thanks for all the ideas, angel!
This chapter is short, but (mostly) fluffy!

You yawned, stretching across the captain's chair in the console room. The Doctor, who had been messing with some wires and stuff, looked up at you.

"Tired, darling?"

"Exhausted. Where are we parked again?"

"Glasgow. We were helping Campbell, remember?"

You yawned again. "Oh yeah. Right."

"Where do you wanna go now?"

"You mind if we just drift for a while? I need some sleep."

He smiled, running over to kiss you on the head. "I'll just set us off and then we can go to bed, alright sweetheart?"

"Okay, love."

"Molto bene!" He grinned. You smiled, before closing your eyes and curling into a ball on the chair.

Once the TARDIS was safely in orbit around your favourite star, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bedroom - now belonging to both of you.

It was a combination of what you separate rooms had been. It had the bookshelves, fireplace and trinkets of the Doctor's room, the desk, pictures and plants for your old room, with a large enough bed for you both.

Everytime you walked in, you couldn't help but admire the TARDIS's interior design abilities.

He laid you down on the bed, covering you with the cosy blankets. Not yet asleep, you listened silently as he removed his suit and lit the fireplace.

All the while, you heard his muttering something under his breath. Not words and sentences, more like a song, in a language you couldn't understand.

Soon, he crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"What was that you were singing?" You whispered.

"An old Gallifreyan lullaby," He answered.

"Can you sing it to me?" You asked, spinning around to face him.

He took a gentle breath, before a soft melody left his lips. The song didn't have words, particularly, or not ones that you could distinguish. Each note left his lips like a soft breath.

The tune relaxed your body, sending your mind to sleep, almost hypnotically.

The song came to an end, and he kissed your forehead.

"I like that," You whispered, "Very calming."

"You should've heard the people singing. If you walked through the villages at night, you could hear parents singing it to their children. The chorus would echo through the mountain tops, every night..."

You kissed whatever part of his body was closest, which turned out to be his neck.

"I like your version."

He pulled you in closer to him, burying his head in your hair.

"I love you." He whispered softly.

You nestled closer to him, feeling your mind drifting away to sleep.

"I love you too, my Doctor."

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"Please."

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"Please, Y/n..."

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"Say it again, one more time..."

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"I'm not ready to lose you..."

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"No..."

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"Tell me you love me, one more time..."

"Please."