They walked down the dawn lit road in the new world, side by side both of them lost in the comfort of their own thoughts and the warm silence between them. Her hand found his elbow then slid down his forearm to fold over his, fingers interlocking, palms kissing. The touch both innocuous and intimate. He could feel her warmth in the cool morning air and imagined the soft rhythmic thudding of her heart that generated it.
There was something about the way their hands fit together and the symbolism behind it that set his hearts on fire for her. Even in Gallifreyan tradition it represented something more. It was an important gesture across the universe. It was a dependence and trust and souls reaching for something that could only be discovered together. Hands are fragile and important. Sometimes he thought about her hands, her long slim fingers and everything they did and how significant they were.
Hands used for creating, cooking, holding, lifting, grabbing, feeling, eating, stroking, exploring. They were symbolic of capability and all that they did. And holding hands was saying 'here. take this part of me so we can be linked, I trust you to protect it, there is nothing else I'd rather be doing in this moment.'
As they walked down the path the day lightening around them, his thoughts continued to wander to another implication of hand holding. There was a certain hope in their joined hands. Hand binding was an important part of a Gallifreyan wedding ceremony, the ribbon meant to symbolize the eternal bond between them both. He wondered if she'd wear a white dress, it would be a blend of both traditions. He imagined teaching her the Gallifreyan syllables that would join them, the way they would pass her plush lips and white teeth.
"Doctor?" His thoughts were interrupted.
"Hmmm?" He said looking at her. She was fake pouting with her brows furrowed.
"You were smiling at nothing. What are you thinking about?"
"You. Of course." he said with a laugh.
"Oh?" She said giving his hand a light squeeze, a smile flooding her eyes a moment before it graced her lips.
"And our adventures." They had stopped walking although neither of them noticed, and were facing each other, golden light streaming in and illuminating them. The Doctor reached up to touch her cheek made golden pink my the sunlight and her blush. The fingers of their other hand still locked together, he tilted his head to meet hers, his hand sliding down to where her neck meets her shoulder, and she responded with a quick step forward, propping herself on sneaker clad toes.
A moment later their lips meet and it's more than just their palms doing the kissing.
A/N- Just a quick fluffy ficlet written to try to ease myself back into it after a few weeks without writing. Thanks again to Fox for the prompt at permissiontofollowup and to noblestardis for pre-reading it for me. Let me know what you think!