"Oh, I think my clothing," the Doctor replied, "Your garden's got quite the vicious streak to it. You know my clothing, though, always tries to fight back."

This was so intimate. So comfortable, and yet so charged. They had slept in the same bed before, they had even been lovers before, but that was so very long ago for them. And so much had changed since then.

Forget about the dance.

He, too, moved closer, his hands sliding from her hips to circle around her back.