Just a little bit of Doctor/Romana fluff. Enjoy!
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The Doctor didn't know how he had let himself be talked into this. He had taken Romana to an Earth disco. It was noisy and hot and he was bored of people walking into him. He stood at the side of the room and watched her dance. The lights flitted over her and she looked joyous. A song started that she evidently recognised and she bounded over to him.
"Come on, Doctor, you must dance with me," she said, grasping his hands.
She led him into the centre of the room and they started to dance. He was captivated by her movements. Gently, almost hesitantly, they both changed position so that they were in more intimate contact.
Romana loved the feel of the Doctor's hands. As they both lost themselves in the music he began to caress her curves and she sighed. She wasn't quite sure when she had fallen so completely, but she was madly in love with him.
"Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless. Tempt me, tease me until I can't deny this loving feeling, make me long for your kiss. Go on, go on," she sang softly.
The Doctor looked down at her and he could see desire in her eyes. His heart beats quickened as he drew her closer to him.
"Come on," she whispered huskily as the song finished.
Leaning down, he closed the gap between his lips and hers. She was delicious and hungry. As their tongues danced in a sensual waltz he found himself thinking of all sorts of metaphors for her. She was like warm summer and fields of flowers and sweet fruits and all the beautiful things in the universe all at once. And above all she was Romana: brilliant and gorgeous and all his.
And now, here she was, lying peacefully in his arms. His Romana. He gazed at her, her face perfectly serene in sleep. As he brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead she stirred slightly and mumbled something unintelligible. She snuggled closer to him and he pressed a light kiss to her temple.
She felt his kiss and she smiled. "Good morning," she murmured.
"Good morning, my love," he replied. "I could get used to this."
"Hmmm, me too," she said. "I feel more whole. Are we bonded now?"
"Yes, we are. You are mine and I am yours, Romanadvoratrelundar." He kissed her just below the ear.
She giggled. "I like it when you use my full name."
"Then I shall have to use it more often," he said, grinning devilishly.
His lips found her neck again. He left a trail of kisses down to her collarbone, with each kiss whispering "Romanadvoratrelundar."
