That smile did much for Reinette, who still privately wondered at the wisdom of her actions before. If there had been more time, she might have been able to think of something else. But of course there was not.
And she knew that both of them looked far from their best, battered and bruised. Clothing stained and torn. And the Doctor, of course, shoeless. And yet Reinette could think of no other tome when she had found him more attractive, than in this moment. Not even the night of the Yew Tree ball.
He looked? Like a survivor. And that was something she understood, and appreciated. Reinette took a step closer. She did not belittle herself by pretending that she needed reassurance he was all right. Or that she was exhausted from their encounter and needed his support.
She moved closer because she wanted to.
It was not lost on her that the bed was close as well.
"And what fared worse," she teased lightly. "My garden, or your clothing?"
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:15 am (UTC)And she knew that both of them looked far from their best, battered and bruised. Clothing stained and torn. And the Doctor, of course, shoeless. And yet Reinette could think of no other tome when she had found him more attractive, than in this moment. Not even the night of the Yew Tree ball.
He looked? Like a survivor. And that was something she understood, and appreciated. Reinette took a step closer. She did not belittle herself by pretending that she needed reassurance he was all right. Or that she was exhausted from their encounter and needed his support.
She moved closer because she wanted to.
It was not lost on her that the bed was close as well.
"And what fared worse," she teased lightly. "My garden, or your clothing?"
One never knew what the Doctor was up to.