It really was spectacular. They had come to a holiday planet, the seas were a clear emerald green and the skies completely cloudless. He had suggested a boat trip and while it sounded slightly too normal for the Doctor she had agreed, if anything it would give her a chance to get a tan. They had boarded a huge white cruise ship that seemed almost devoid of other passengers.
"Wrong season for it I guess. Too cold."
"Too cold? This weather is fantastic."
"For little old ape-descendant sure, but the average temperature around here is 59 degrees. We're in midwinter."
Their room was huge and by far the most extravagant place she had ever stayed. In the middle of the floor stood a huge luxurious bed, big enough for a least four people. It was swathed in strips of thick purple velvet hanging from its four posters and the sheets were the same deep purple heavily embroidered with fine silver thread. The carpet was thick, soft lambs wool and the walls were the same intense rich colour as the bed with plenty of gold-leaf detail at every possible point. The bathroom continued with the extravagance, a huge bath that looked more like a swimming pool was set deep in the floor and surrounded by huge candles. By far the most impressive feature of the room was the magnificent window stretching the length of the room through which she could see the emerald sea stretching out before her.
Of course he hadn't warned her about the flying part. The ship took off a few hours before sunset and stopped several hundred feet in the air. They had walked the deck and watched the sunset and the ship started to drift again, all the beauty of a cruise without the seasickness. She was bent over the rail watching tiny idyllic islands pass beneath them. They were exotic birds flying below them as well and she happily stared at the colours and the forms letting all the horror and the fear of the last few days pass over her. She reached out her arms and felt the wind flowing passed. The Doctor stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms round her waist. Rose giggled.
"I feel like Kate Winslet"
The Doctor cocked an eyebrow, unable to place the reference.
"Never mind." She shook her head and turned in his arms to face him, reached up to run her fingers through his tousled hair and trace the line of his smiling lips. He kissed her, without any fancy tricks of the tongue, no teasing, and no urgency. Just a couple on holiday, enjoying each others company. She grinned into his lips; how very domestic.