Fic: Breathing
Title: Breathing
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Rebekah (mirimeneume)
Rating: All ages
Genre: General
Word Count: 270
Characters: Ten, Rose
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: His favorite thing to do is listen to her sleep.
A/N: Inspired by the song "Breathing" by Lifehouse :D
There are so many kinds of breathing.
There's the normal, every day, in and out of mere existence.
There are the labored breaths of physical exertion, running from an enemy.
The breathlessness of fear, the tiny inhalations of necessary oxygen while trying to remain hidden.
The quick panting, laced with an undertone of longing that comes with making love.
And then there's the deep, even breathing of sleep, the kind that comes from the exhaustion of a long day.
This type of breathing was the Doctor's favorite.
Sometimes he'd sit on the floor outside Rose's room, in the downtime after an adventure, and listen to her breathe as she slept.
He would close his eyes and let his own breathing slow to match hers, imagining every so often how it would feel to lie next to her as she slept.
Sometimes the rhythm of her breathing would turn to that of fear. He would stand, go into her room, and sit carefully beside her on the bed. He would stroke her hair and whisper a Gallifreyan lullaby he remembered from his childhood, one of the few memories that didn't twist his hearts. Her breathing would slow again and she'd relax.
Rose never woke up during this and the Doctor would quietly slip out of her room to resume his position on the floor.
He loved to be with Rose, loved the time they spent together, but somehow this time spent sitting outside her room, listening to her breathing as she slept, made him feel so much closer to her.
In those moments there was nowhere else he wanted to be.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Rebekah (mirimeneume)
Rating: All ages
Genre: General
Word Count: 270
Characters: Ten, Rose
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: His favorite thing to do is listen to her sleep.
A/N: Inspired by the song "Breathing" by Lifehouse :D
There are so many kinds of breathing.
There's the normal, every day, in and out of mere existence.
There are the labored breaths of physical exertion, running from an enemy.
The breathlessness of fear, the tiny inhalations of necessary oxygen while trying to remain hidden.
The quick panting, laced with an undertone of longing that comes with making love.
And then there's the deep, even breathing of sleep, the kind that comes from the exhaustion of a long day.
This type of breathing was the Doctor's favorite.
Sometimes he'd sit on the floor outside Rose's room, in the downtime after an adventure, and listen to her breathe as she slept.
He would close his eyes and let his own breathing slow to match hers, imagining every so often how it would feel to lie next to her as she slept.
Sometimes the rhythm of her breathing would turn to that of fear. He would stand, go into her room, and sit carefully beside her on the bed. He would stroke her hair and whisper a Gallifreyan lullaby he remembered from his childhood, one of the few memories that didn't twist his hearts. Her breathing would slow again and she'd relax.
Rose never woke up during this and the Doctor would quietly slip out of her room to resume his position on the floor.
He loved to be with Rose, loved the time they spent together, but somehow this time spent sitting outside her room, listening to her breathing as she slept, made him feel so much closer to her.
In those moments there was nowhere else he wanted to be.