AN: I know I should be working on my challenge series, but while I was working on the next in the list, I got this in my head, and I couldn't get it out, so enjoy. There will be 55 total things, but maybe not chapters.
I OWN NOTHING. NOT DOCTOR WHO, NOT ANYTHING.
She plays with her jewelry:
It's the way she twists the rings around on her fingers and swaps them around, or fiddles with the bracelets she so rarely wears because they get in the way. She'll sit at the desk to grade papers, or curl up with a book, or even just sitting there talking, and her fingers will be twirling her rings, sliding and flicking her bracelets, or winding in the chain of her necklace, sliding the charm around, until it eventually finds it's way up to tap against her lip. Finally it'll end up in her mouth, chain hanging, fingers still holding it until she needs her hand, then it starts all over again, and he could watch her for hours. She doesn't realize what she's doing half the time, and when she looks up to find him watching her, entranced, she'll give him an odd, questioning look. So he'll smile at her, and fiddle with something until she's absorbed enough that it starts again.
AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.