"Come here." the Doctor smiles warmly at you and gestures to the couch beside him. You smile back and sit next to him, skooching right up beside him. You lay your head on his chest and you can both hear and feel both his hearts beating.
"I can hear them." you whisper.
The Doctor doesn't respond, he just finds a lock of your hair and twirls it gently, laying his other hand around your shoulders. Where he touches you remains warm, warmer than the sun, you think.
The hand twirling your hair moves to your face, stroking your cheek, his fingers lovely and soft. He runs a finger over your lips, then back up your cheek again, moving up and playing with your ear. The Doctor then resumes the twirling of your hair.
You reach hand up to the one draped around your shoulder, intertwining your fingers with the Doctor's. You rub his thumb with yours in slow circles. The Doctor sighs and pulls you closer. Your feel your eyes droop, heavy with sleep and contentment. The Doctor, seeing this, leans down and kisses both of your eyelids, whispering
"I love you."
You want to return the favor, but you are too tired, so you simply squeeze his hand before yours slips from it and you fall asleep.
You wake up the next morning, still on the couch, still in his arms.
