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Cuddling.
It was so domestic. When did he become domestic?
The Doctor thinks as his two girls beg him to join them.
Clara Oswald and Rose Tyler, the two most perfect beings in the universe. His sun and moon. They were everything he needed and now they wanted him to join them in bed for nightly cuddles.
It wasn't something he normally did, he usually let that time be reserved for Clara and Rose. He knew the girls wanted their own intimacy without him and he didn't mind.
But now they wanted him to join. How could he deny them? Even if he was nervous, not that he would admit that, he was a timelord, the oncoming storm, cuddling was not going to take him down.
So he followed the two.
"Oh, Doctor!" Rose stopped and turned to him, "can we use your room?"
"What?"
Clara joined, holding onto Rose's shoulders, "yeah! That's a great idea! Our beds are too small for the three of us."
The man could feel a warmth fill his face, "uh, I don't see why not but-"
"Brilliant!" Clara smiled grabbing both his hand and Rose's making the girl giggle.
Of course the TARDIS betrayed him by making his room appear on the next bend.
Clara opened the door and both the girls walked in looking around. The room had close to the same aesthetic as the console room but had no TARDIS console in it. It had the same stairs and bars, leading up to a loft area full of books and a comfy looking love seat and extra chairs.
On the main level was a big desk covered in different parts of alien technology and projects he was tinkering on and some sketches of what the girls guessed was ideas he had. The roof looked like a dome, showing space itself, galaxies, stars, and more swirling above them.
Last was the bed, up against the back wall in the middle, it was a lot bigger than he needed and it was circular in shape. The bed spread was blue with sheets that looked like those kid rocket ship sheets. He had an end table with a futuristic looking lamp with photos on it.
Clara walked over to the table, taking in the photos, it was of them. Well, mostly. There was one of a man with big ears and a leather jacket holding onto Rose with a goofy smile. Another with man, he was thin with messy brown hair and freckles, he was laughing with Rose. Then she saw one she remembered, it was her floppy hair bean pole doctor smiling, his arm looped around her shoulders, giving him a cheesy smile. Clara couldn't help but smile softly as she relived the memory before Rose threw her out of her thoughts,
"Awe, look at you Clara! I don't think I've ever seen that look before!" Rose teased and Clara pushed her slightly,
"Hush you!"
Rose laughed and then kissed Clara's cheek, "never."
The Doctor was glad they weren't paying attention to him but he couldn't help but feel embarrassed by everything. He never really meant for them to see all of this, it was for his eyes only. He couldn't be that upset though, seeing that his girls were bonding over it.
Both girls whipped around to him, with smiles on their faces.
Maybe he was in trouble.
"So you are getting domestic, huh?" Rose bit her lip as she strolled towards him. He hated how he loved that look.
"You think you're funny."
"Cause I am," her tongue touched her smile as she looked at him, almost daring him somehow.
Clara was already picking her spot on the bed, "alright enough flirting you two! I'm exhausted!"
The brunette dramatic fell on the bed, making Rose giggle and jumped after her, tickling her and making the woman laugh.
The Doctor smiled, he really did love them. He made his way to the bed, kicking off his shoes and sliding off his jacket. He didn't notice the girls were staring.
He blushed, "what is it?"
"Nothin'" Rose and Clara said in tandem, continuing to stare without shame.
He shook it off and joined the girls.
"I call middle!" He gleefully announced.
Both the girls took opposite side, leaving room for their boyfriend in the middle.
He slid in easily between them, Clara was first to snuggle up against him. She laid her head on his chest with an arm around him with a satisfied hum. Rose did the same on his opposite side, sliding herself easily against him wrapping her arm around his middle.
The Doctor wrapped his arms around his girls, holding them both close to him. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.
He looked over at Clara, her eyes closed with a smile smile on her face. He leaned towards her and kiss her forehead before turning towards Rose doing the same. His beautiful, fantastic girls.
Maybe he could be domestic, just for a bit.