[ This time, there is little to no answer from her. Merely a hummed sort of acknowledgement that perhaps she heard him, perhaps she just knew he was making noises. Nice noises, but still just sounds. By the gods she's exhausted, and this is perhaps the most content she's felt in a good week, so one can imagine how much they might try to indulge in it.
And if, once she's fallen asleep (mere moments later, really), she happens to shift around and get a little closer, as one does when they're feeling chilled, then so be it. You can't blame a slumbering individual if they're leg creeps higher between their bedmate's, or she wriggles a little closer, if just to get a little more full-bodied connection. His body heat was higher, what with him being human and all, and she seemed quite drawn toward it.
But time will pass because when Rose is out, Rose is out, and though it might only be a few hours, it's better than no sleep at all. She might even have slept longer had it not been for the uneasy feeling that crept along the back of her skull, whispering to her subconscious and feeding her nightmares. Nothing strong enough to startle her awake, but enough to have her shift, to frown in her sleep and grip whatever she might be holding a little tighter. In this case, the Doctor's shirt and the blanket thrown over them. Not nearly enough to rouse him, should he have fallen under as well, but enough to stir her towards the waking world none the less.
Had she had a clock in her room, it might have read somewhere nearing five in the morning. What a joyous time to be awake again. But, seeing as she was finding herself (sort of) wide awake upon first opening her eyes, there wouldn't be much more sleep happening for a while. She shivers, glancing blearily at the window to no avail; it's still dark, but not quite as dark as the dead of night. Too early, and with a hateful, hushed groan, her head flops back against the pillow. Or ... his arm, depending on how they'd moved in their sleep. ]
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And if, once she's fallen asleep (mere moments later, really), she happens to shift around and get a little closer, as one does when they're feeling chilled, then so be it. You can't blame a slumbering individual if they're leg creeps higher between their bedmate's, or she wriggles a little closer, if just to get a little more full-bodied connection. His body heat was higher, what with him being human and all, and she seemed quite drawn toward it.
But time will pass because when Rose is out, Rose is out, and though it might only be a few hours, it's better than no sleep at all. She might even have slept longer had it not been for the uneasy feeling that crept along the back of her skull, whispering to her subconscious and feeding her nightmares. Nothing strong enough to startle her awake, but enough to have her shift, to frown in her sleep and grip whatever she might be holding a little tighter. In this case, the Doctor's shirt and the blanket thrown over them. Not nearly enough to rouse him, should he have fallen under as well, but enough to stir her towards the waking world none the less.
Had she had a clock in her room, it might have read somewhere nearing five in the morning. What a joyous time to be awake again. But, seeing as she was finding herself (sort of) wide awake upon first opening her eyes, there wouldn't be much more sleep happening for a while. She shivers, glancing blearily at the window to no avail; it's still dark, but not quite as dark as the dead of night. Too early, and with a hateful, hushed groan, her head flops back against the pillow. Or ... his arm, depending on how they'd moved in their sleep. ]