I do not own Doctor Who. I do own Emma.
She lied on the glass console of the TARDIS control room. Emma heard the quick steps of Eleven skipping 'round the control table.
"Darling, where too next?"
She rolled over to see his beautiful face staring down at her.
"I don't know, my love. Any ideas?"
She sat up and Eleven sat with her.
"We can go anywhere is space and time but-"
"But I'd rather be here with you."
"Exactly."
Eleven leaned in and Emma flicked his nose.
"Paris. France! That's where I'd like to be!"
"The city of love?"
Emma kissed him with hesitation and fright. Young love.
