Prompt: Doctor and Clara under the mistletoe
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"Thete?" She asked, touching his hands with her own. "Can I see now?"
"Patience is virtue, Rom." He mocked her by using her true name. Well, a nickname of the nickname of her true name. His hands were on top of her eyes, covering them so she couldn't see what ever he planning for her.
"Now?" She asked again, practically jumping up and down with excitement.
"You're not very good at waiting, are you?" He said chuckling, he couldn't help but notice how adorable she looked.
"Shut up."
The Doctor laughed again, this time wholeheartedly (only she could ever get him to do that after The War).
"Okay, now." He lets her eyes go, waiting for her reaction.
She wound her fingers through his as soon as he lets go, staring at the scene in front of her. There was a huge chrsitmas tree alight with little lights and decorations, the fireplace was warm and the whole place gave an air of.. of Christmas. It felt warm and cozy… and like home.
He was home.
She smiled a big bright smile, she laughs and her eyes sparkle with joy and gratitude. So much. Because he did all of this.. all of it.. for her.
For her.
She quickly turns to him, bringing him in to what has become their hug - Her hands around his neck, his around her waist, lifting her up from the ground and twirling her around a bit while they nuzzle into each others necks and shoulders.
It's a lovely hug. She loves their hugs.
They don't say anything. They sense what the other is feeling, something neither of them have felt in too long a while.
Words are not needed.
Not for them.
After a while, Theta puts her down, pointing upwards with his finger. She, confused, looks to where he was pointing… then smirked.
A mistletoe.
His eyes hold Romana's as he leans closer to her and presses his lips on hers.
She had a feeling this would be the best Christmas ever..
