Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and I never will.
A/N: Kay, right now I'm revising some of fics because I can't take the mistakes any more. This one had, like, two mistakes but I have a minor case of OCD regarding some of my fics and I needed to post the "nicer" one.
She looks down at their joined hands and, not for the first time, notices how awkward they seem - her light one in his dark one. They never know whether to let their fingers intertwine or just simply clasp their hands.
His palm is sticky and sweaty and she lets it go to brush a nonexistent hair from her eye. He watches her place her hand next to its twin on her lap as she looks up to the sky. She is always looking out, looking up, and he doesn't know why.
He never could see the stars in her eyes.
She looks down at their joined hands and, not for the first time, notices how well they fit together - two sets of slender fingers intertwined. They always know what the other wants or needs, whether a reassuring squeeze or just the simple want of contact. His palm is cooler than hers and she always liked how it felt against her warmer skin. Neither of them wants to ever let go.
He catches an errant strand of hair from her eye and brushes it back behind her ear as she looks up to the sky. He likes to watch the stars dance in her eyes.
A/N2: I know it's similar to my House fic, "Comparison", but that's just because I did it on purpose.