Mercury. Not exactly the most entertaining of planets, but certainly one of the most peaceful. With the atmospheric generator setting up a heat and pressure field around where he sat outside the TARDIS, it was actually quite nice.
He had two white wicker chairs and a table set up outside the TARDIS, with a pot of tea and two cups and saucers out.
After all, he had a date arriving.
Well, not really a date.
Just Romana.
Still! No reason not to put a little effort out!
He had two white wicker chairs and a table set up outside the TARDIS, with a pot of tea and two cups and saucers out.
After all, he had a date arriving.
Well, not really a date.
Just Romana.
Still! No reason not to put a little effort out!
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His thumb traced down her jawline gently, eventually stopping just above her bottom lip.
"Something like that."
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Watching and wondering, as she always had, a hand reached up, her fingers resting over his hand.
"You're such an odd man, you know."
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He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Something's going to happen," he said quietly before he could stop himself. "Something terrible's going to happen if you go back, Romana."
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No matter what she believed, good or misguided, the Council would always second guess and question her decisions. But still she had her own sort of faith - that she was doing the right thing for Gallifrey. Smiling, she looked up at him still. "It will be all right, Doctor.
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He sighed and cupped the side of her face. His Romana. Her own Romana. Whoever she was, he didn't think he could handle losing her again. Not after...not if he could prevent it.
"I like to think so," he said. "That everything will be all right." It was more of an automatic response than anything. It didn't even feel real.
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Cupping his cheek with her other hand her eyes closed again, her tone just barely above a whisper when she spoke.
"Doctor..."
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He parted his lips just above hers. He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to tell her to stay. He wanted so very many things that this timey-wimey moment was giving him. What could he actually take, though?
"Romana..."
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From where she stood, drawing herself closer to the Doctor, Romana was nothing more than a tired Time Lord having found a place to rest if only for a little while. The past and the present were set aside for what she believed to be the present.
She pressed her lips to his firmly. Even if she did have to go back in her mind she felt she still had time.
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She had always been the one who got away. Always.
And they had danced around each other for so very long in the past.
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Her chest against his she could feel both sets of beating hearts. Deepening the kiss it was easy to see that she was clinging to him as if the very idea of her letting go would be the end of everything.
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He wasn't about to make this a kiss goodbye. He didn't like goodbye kisses at all. He had to figure out a way to make her stay. To convince her that his timeline with her was the best timeline. He could work out a way to hold it up, to keep time from collapsing. It wasn't selfish, he was saving her.
He cursed his brain for continuing to move at full speed, not allowing him to focus entirely on her.
This kiss felt different than the others. More intense, more desperate. He clung to that, to that desperation he felt.
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She spoke his name once more, but her tone had changed from a shy whisper to huskier need. Desperation was taking its hold and she did nothing to resist it, fingers curling around the collar of his jacket.
Parting her lips and tilting her head ever so slightly to the left, Romana said his name again. It felt right, just saying it.
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There were boundaries. Boundaries he set up and was completely ignoring. It was intentional irresponsibility and he should've despised himself for it.
But from the way she said his name? He couldn't figure out how.
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A hand releasing his jacket was soon holding on the console of the TARDIS behind her, her other hand entangling in his hair.
It was silly of her to let this escalate as quickly as it was. It was just supposed to be a simple outing with an old friend. Oh how this veered off the course of normality.
"Mmm..."
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He couldn't just...well, he couldn't exactly stop, either. Not with the sounds she was making, they were too fascinating.
Still, he found his voice just enough to try to explain. "I...I don't...I don't normally..." Explaining was really overrated, and he kissed her again.
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"Really, now..." she began, the tiniest bit breathless, "You-- "
But whatever it was she was going to say was effectively silenced with that kiss.
Now... it was proving to be something of a challenge to maintain a coherent thought when it was so much easier to focus on his feverish kisses and keeping as close as she could to him.
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Where was it leading?
Why wouldn't his brain shut off??
He pulled back again, just barely, his lips grazing hers. "Don't go, Romana." A breath. "I want you to stay."
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"Gallifrey needs me, Doctor," she said. "I have to go back in time, don't you see?"
They were so close. She had allowed herself to let down her guard around him.
"But until then I can be here."
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It was probably something he should've said back at the Gate. No, it was definitely something he should've said back at the Gate. He should've told her not to go and he should've fought her decision to leave him tooth and nail, eventually holding onto one ankle so she couldn't walk away.
"I need you, you know, to be here and criticize my choice in footwear."
He smiled, and brushed her nose gently with his.
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"You know as well as I that you wouldn't listen anyway."
But still, it was impossible to resist smiling back at him, chuckling even, at the thought of criticizing his shoes and clothing. A hand brushed gently against his check before settling on his shoulder.
"I would have to go through your wardrobe to make sure your shoes were sensible."
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There were other things he wanted to say. Things he had in his head that he had to say, to convince her not to go. Words he wasn't exactly fantastic at saying.
He kissed her again, very gently. He figured he could easily make kissing Romana a habit. What a wonderful habit it would be. Strange, perhaps, if he put it on his Facebook account under "hobbies", but it would be good.
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She had quickly become accustomed to the kisses in time they had spent together now. Each one seemed to always be different from the last. A different emotion, a different message with each time they kissed. Her own kisses were soft and brief as if teasing him still.
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"I need you more than Gallifrey does," he might've said the words with a childlike pout, but considering their closeness he decided against it. "And all of Gallifrey won't...you know, argue with you as lovingly as I will."
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It would not be like her to simply throw aside all that she worked so hard to attain for the better of Gallifrey. It was difficult, though. She had no desire to leave him yet. Resting her cheek against his chest Romana wrapped her arms around his waist, taking comfort in his presence.
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That was true, though not for the same reasons. He couldn't tell her those reasons, what he said was more than enough. And what could she do but try to prevent him?
Prevention. Wait.
His face lit up and he pulled back just slightly. "Let me show you something."
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