A/N: SO, it's Christmas soon :D THEREFORE, here is some 10.5/Rose christmassy fluff, a gift from me to you :) I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

In fairness, he was a lot like her in the mornings now. Usually.

Usually, he'd snuggle into the duvet or her and not rouse until she enticed him out of bed with the promise of food. Or sex. Or both. Either that, or until she ordered him out of bed to save the world again. That was just as common.

But today was a special day. No aliens today. Hopefully. And it was a very special day. And he had a plan. And he was excited.

"Rose," he whispered softly.

No response.

"Rose..." He tugged on her hair.

Silence.

He tickled her bare shoulders. "Rose!"

"What?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Time to get up!"

"'tisn't."

He chuckled. "'tis!"

"Nah, you're wrong..."

"I am not. Come on!" He tried to prise the pillow from under her head, but she grabbed it firmly and kept it where it was.

"Too tired," she moaned.

"Rooooseee!" he whined. He flung his arm over her, frustrated, and tried to jostle her awake.

"In a minute," she insisted.

"Rose!" he repeated again impatiently, before sighing in a weary fashion. Concluding that he wasn't going to get anywhere simply saying her name over and over again, he decided it was time to play dirty.

Sneaking his hands under the covers, he trailed one up her leg, over her hip, across her stomach, around her -

"Oh for goodness' sake," she sighed dramatically, opening her eyes as she flopped onto her back in defeat. She couldn't help but smile in approval when his hands continued exploring her body.

"Rose," he said softly. "Merry Christmas."

She turned on her side to regard him thoughtfully, her brow furrowing as she stared at him.

"What?" he asked, half-amused, half-self conscious.

She grinned at him. "You've had a peek, haven't you?"

Ah.

He cleared his throat nervously. "What?"

"At your present. You've either opened it already, or at least taken a look."

"Don't know what you are talking about," he denied. "Unless you mean..." he continued, lifting the duvet and staring pointedly at her breasts. "Cos I'll admit, I do often take a peek at these."

She snatched the covers back over herself. "Yeah, but I'm not giving you them as your Christmas present."

He looked a little disheartened.

"Not your main one, anyway," she smiled teasingly.

"Excellent!"

"So, you've had a look?" she repeated.

He shifted until he was lying on top of her, unable to resist the sexy know-it-all look she currently had on her face. "So what if I have? I know for a fact that you've looked at your present, too."

Rose trailed her hands down his back and grinned when he breathed in sharply. "Oh, really?"

"Really." He kissed her, then, in a very distracting manner, because he knew she hadn't really seen her present, and thus she needed distracting.

They were both breathless by the time he pulled back, and she stared up at him fondly. "You know what you're going to do now?" she asked him teasingly, running a finger down his chest to the waistband of his boxers.

He grinned. "Yep. You," he answered simply, before licking a path up her neck to her earlobe.

She laughed, which turned into a moan of appreciation. "Yeah, but first," she insisted, pulling him back by his hair. "You're going to make me a nice breakfast."

The Doctor stared at her, his eyes dark and his mouth hanging open. "I am not," he retorted hotly after a beat. He kissed his way down to her breasts and very pointedly showed her his true intentions for the Christmas Morning Agenda.

"Mmm," she murmured. "You are."

"I'm not. This is breakfast," he informed her bare stomach, shuffling further down between her legs as he swirled his tongue around her left hip, then lower -

"Doctor," she managed to gasp out. "Seriously, oh god, get out of the bedroom, go – oh – into th..the kitchen, guh. And, um. Make waffles or something. You can – Doctor. Bring syrup, yeah? I promise."

He paused his ministrations at the mention of syrup, weighing up the options.

Rose or syrup? OR Rose and syrup? Yeah, that's...

He lifted his head and looked up at her. "You really want me to abandon this right now?" he questioned lightly, running his hand up her thigh.

Rose pushed her foot hard into the mattress in defiance and rolled her eyes. "I think I'll cope," she bit out. "Just do as you're told, yeah?"

He squinted at her, convinced she was up to something. She never usually ordered him away at times like this; quite the opposite, in fact. "Right," he relented. "Well...Rose and Syrup does sound quite appealing, so..."

"Waffles too, though, right?" she reminded him.

"Oh yeah, of course," he agreed, getting to his knees. "We'll need sustenance, after all." He grinned at her mischievously and gave her raised knee a sloppy kiss. "I'll be back."

Rose watched as he grabbed his dressing gown and exited the room. "Doctor?" she called out to him. She giggled lovingly at his messy hair when he poked his head back around the bedroom door. "Merry Christmas," she finished softly. He beamed at her, and she soon heard the motions of him making breakfast. Which, naturally, consisted of various sounds that normal people don't get the kitchen appliances to make when they make breakfast. Apparently, everything could do with being a little more sonic, Rose Tyler. Including the oven? Er, obviously.

She smiled contentedly, and looked over at her chest of drawers. Her smile grew into a wicked grin, and she jumped to her feet excitedly.

TBC ...

A/N: Sooo, what didya think so far? xxx