Initially I wasn't going to bother with uploading this- it's a short one off - not meant to be taken particularly secriously- just a little snippet between the Doctor and an OC. Please put up with my random little creation and let me know what you think please.
Thanks in advance.
Disclaimer: The Doctor is, much to my dismay, not mine. But you already knew that. The other character however, is.
The room is dark. It is a winter's night in this place and cool air drifts in the open window and settles and rests on anything that will spare a moment to feel it. The faint outline of bedposts is visible in the fragile moonlight which enters into the room through thin drapes, emerging soundlessly and spilling onto the surfaces and bedsheets in streams and soft puddles of white. His face, usually sharp featured appears softened in this light, his lithe body almost as insubstantial as the space between them. Inches. He looks into her, not her eyes but her. Her entire existence laid bare through infinite time. She sees him too but then, she always has, she hasn't ever had to try to see. And still they stand like softly breathing statues, still with the effort of being so quiet, skin raised lightly in the chill air, feeling the warmth of eachother across the inches. A movement. And it's tiny. She has extended her hand toward him almost unnoticably- the tiniest of movements. Just a slight lifting motion. An indication more than an invitation. Because an invitation was never needed. Because its been a mutual understanding all along.
Touch.
The lightest of touches. He returns the gesture and finds her fingertips to be cool, like the air around them and perspiring lightly. Her fingers move upward inside his, gently. Had he not been paying quite so much attention he might not have noticed. The brush of her nails against his palm. And then the soft skin on the underside of his arm. She looks up now and ceases the movement of her hand, momentarily shy. He catches a glimpse of himself reflected in her eyes and finds that he is surprised. In one movement he draws her toward him. The gap is closed as they move together, sealing out the cold, bare skinned statues captured in a moment of intimate elegance.
But regardless of this, nothing can change the fact that they are, as always just two eternal and desperate things trying their hardest to be all that they can -something distracted and different- for a fleeting moment. And when they awake for a precious and rare moment, they will be as any others- warm and entangled in eachother, coming to in a new morning filled with familiar birdsong.