The sand was soft and fine, a stunning shade of ultramarine that seemed to transition ever so gently into the deep burgundy of the sky, a mere trick of the eye if you were perhaps not paying quite enough attention. The wide ocean lay before them, still and unwavering as it projected every different possible shade of purple conceivable. The only movement came from above, the stars in sky flickering gently as they burned many millions of miles away. Two moons shone down from ahead, bathing the couple in a pale yellow light: Their shadows flickered gently to the rhythm of the twin moons that danced around each other, each succumbing to the other's gravity, not quite willing or able to separate themselves from their celestial companion.
The two stood close, fingers intertwined just as they quite often are. She stared out towards the long horizon, her dark eyes sparkling gently in the moonlight. She was far too engrossed in the scene to notice his gaze that was fixed upon her face; too taken by the planet before her to notice the smile that flickered to the corners of his lips from the mere sight of her expression of pure awe. Her lips were parted: only slightly; her eyes wide and full of emotion. He longed to know just what she was thinking; what was flowing through her mind, but he didn't dare ask in fear of disturbing the serenity. For the briefest of moments, he contemplated delving deep into her mind, the fingers of his free hand twitching as he forced himself not to invade her privacy in such a manner. It would be so easy... easy and comfortable to meld himself with her in such a way, but he quickly realises that the act would do more harm than good, remembering the time when she fiercely chastised his past regeneration for letting the TARDIS entwine itself with her mind without so much as asking first.
Instead, he remains quiet, taking her in as she takes in everything else, leaving her to her awe. He couldn't tell you how long he stood staring, unable to pull his eyes from her face. It was a seldom event for the Time Lord to lose track of time, such an event requiring only the utmost distraction; such an event achieved with very little effort whatsoever by a warm-hearted girl from London.
It could have been seconds; minutes; hours, but she finally pulled her gaze from the dancing orbs above and slowly turned to face the tall man beside her, her lips gently pulling themselves into a beaming smile: A smile that he willingly returned.
"Doctor," she said quietly with the slightest sigh. "Doctor, it's so beautiful."
"Yes." He replied as his eyes held their stare, his mind filled completely by nothing other than thoughts of the warm-hearted girl from London.
