Wow, this is the first I've seen the picture and your fic is a brilliant companion to the very enticing, almost riveting visual. I love Rose's thoughts in the beginning and the way they just get on with it, fierce and hot and without any of the overthinking or second guessing I was expecting. That being said, you've managed to captured their love without the words, the friendship on the brink of something better, stronger and deeper, no pun intended. This is short sweet and brilliantly faceted to catch the slanting light in that dusty room somewhere deep in the TARDIS. Three cheers for dirty laundry and recapturing a muse. Thanks for writing this and sharing it, you made my morning!