A cool, early morning breeze carried sweet notes of jasmine and rose through the open cottage window, and gently across the sleeping faces of Quinn Tyler and his soon-to-be bride, Sybil Walsh. Birds chirped happily in the trees outside, bees buzzed and butterflies fluttered, as the sun began to rise and give colour to the pale blue sky.
With a yawn, Quinn opened his eyes, stretched his arms above his head and lay still for a while, inhaling the new day and thinking of all the wonderful things he would do with it. He smiled to himself and whispered, "Today is going to be perfect."
"And why is that, my love?"
Sybil rolled over with a yawn and lay her arm across Quinn's bare chest.
"Well, firstly," he began, "I woke up next to you,"
He put his arm around his lover's shoulder, pulled her closer and planted a kiss on the top of her head, which earned a giggle.
"Secondly, it can't be long past six yet, but already the day looks beautiful," he continued.
"And thirdly?" Sybil asked with a smile.
She knew the answer, of course, how could she not? But hearing the words from Quinn always made it seem all the more real to her and as if the event had been woven into the fabric of time, existing from the beginning of everything, right up to the very end, waiting for the rest of the universe to catch up. Besides, that deep, raspy voice of his, so confident and unfaltering, was enough to make anyone believe anything that came out of his mouth! Not to mention, his name.
"Thirdly, I shall finally make you my wife."
Sybil scoffed, "Finally? You make it sound like courting for four years has been a hardship for you!"
"Well, who says it hasn't? Your parents are an absolute nightmare, for starters."
There was a second of silence before Sybil snorted and they both erupted into uncontrollable laughter.
You see, Sybil and Quinn had known each other their whole lives and, when they were ten years old, had decided they would be married one day. They went through their adolescence without any doubt that this union was imminent and that it would remain faithful…despite the fact that nearly one hundred percent of the adult population surrounding them had been married and divorced, on average, nine times, and about four of those marriages were either same-sex, 'group arrangements', or included an android or some other non-human life form.
So, with the odds positively stacked against them, the childhood sweethearts knew they had to get all that 'free love' out of their systems as quickly as possible, so they wouldn't have any urges or sudden bouts of curiosity when they eventually started dating. It was exhausting, and often very confusing, but they did it. And now, they had eyes and hearts and hands only for each other, and enjoyed mocking their ancestors' 'horrible in-laws' and 'no sex before marriage' predicaments, which were completely absurd in their society.
"I feel so sorry for them," Sybil managed to choke out while wiping tears from her eyes, "it must've been terribly boring."
"Hmm," Quinn agreed, still chuckling, and pushed himself up to lean against the wrought iron bed head.
Sybil, too, sat up and swung her right leg over Quinn so she was straddling him, and placed her hands lovingly on either side of his handsome face. Quinn held her waist as she leaned in and rested her forehead against his.
"I don't think, in all the time I've known you, that I have ever been bored."
Quinn smirked, "Likewise."
Both their young hearts skipped a beat as Sybil tilted Quinn's head up to look directly into his bright, blue eyes, and he brushed a lock of chocolate brown hair out of her face and behind her left ear. They smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but before they could close the gap between their lips, a sudden gust of wind howled through the bedroom, upsetting their hair, papers, a bunch of flowers, and the white sheets wrapped around their bodies. Accompanying the gale was a strained, mechanical whooshing sound.
Sybil and Quinn squinted against the wind and listened. They knew that sound, or at least knew of it, but had never heard it for themselves until now.
They watched in amazement and excitement as a vintage blue police box materialised at the right of their bed.
"He's here," Quinn announced, "About time, too."
A/N: If you have the theme tune, now would be the perfect time to play it as I imagine, if this was an actual episode, this would be the opening scene...oh, I wish this fanfic were a real episode! XD
Anywho, please let me know what you think so far! Oh, and a '50 points to Gryffindor!' for whoever knows what song inspired the title ;)