The Doctor sat slumped in a chair, his eyes following you as you sleepily walk around the TARDIS, attempting to make yourself even more tired. Seeing your failed attempts, he just grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He listened to the beginning of your sleepy protests, but ignored them, kissing your cheek instead. Come on, dearest. You should rest… He whispered comfortingly, rubbing your back. Despite yourself, you slowly began to fall asleep.