Hello again lovelies! Here is the second instalment :) Hope you enjoyed the first little ficlet, and hope you enjoy this one too! I think this is super fluffy, but there's something about this time of year that makes me feel and warm and fluffy xD
So enjoy :)
L_M_D
"The two turtle doves, they call this place!" the Doctor grinned, holding open the TARDIS door.
"Like the Christmas song?" Rose hummed, smiling as she brushed past the Doctor. He locked the door behind them, asking what she meant.
"Oh it's – never mind…" she trailed off, looking in awe at the view around them. The softest baby blue sand tickled her bare feet; in front of them a sea the colour of snow broke in gentle waves into surf. The apparently endless beach was deserted, despite the gentle heat radiating from the bright sunshine above them.
"It's huge!" she said, almost reverently. The Doctor stood beside her and pointed over the waves.
"Over there," he explained, "you can just about see the other beach. They're completely identical, down to the very last curve. They join, just down there…" he pointed again, this time just to the left of them. "On the very thinnest part. Then they widen around here, where we are now, and taper off slightly on the other side, where the water joins the sea proper. The locals say that from above, they look like two birds touching beaks. And the amazing thing is it's completely natural. One perfect and bizarre freak of nature."
A bit like you Rose laughed inside her head.
"It's beautiful, thank you Doctor."
The rest of the day passed in bliss and laughter. They walked to the thinnest part of the beach, picking up shells and stones, and trying to skim them along the way. After laughing loudly as for the fourth time Rose's stone plonked into the water with a splash, the Doctor taught Rose how to skim a stone properly, standing behind her. It would have seemed like an ordinary thing to do, but the isolation of the beach made it more in a way Rose couldn't quite put her finger on.
The Doctor felt it too, and coughed, before immediately launching into an explanation of the folklore around the twin beaches. He regretted it, since the predominant legend was one of two lovers, faithful until death, who had followed each other through time and space, and who, when one lay dying, had been transformed into the two beaches shaped like doves, by a witch doctor on the island so they would never be separated.
Both the Doctor and Rose blushed when he had finished the story, Rose turning round to find another stone to skim, her pale cheeks burning red.
Some hours later, the sun began to slowly set over the beach opposite them. The Doctor had removed his coat and Converse; sat next to him was Rose, her head leaning on his shoulder as she watched the sunset. Her feet had buried themselves in the soft, wet sand, and the white water lapped at her ankles. The Doctor lent back on his arms.
"Don't you wish you could just stay here forever. I mean, the running around like a maniac is great," Rose laughed, "but this is just heavenly."
"You mean you prefer relaxation to endless danger and life-threatening monsters?" the Doctor chuckled. After a long pause, uncomfortable with the silence, he began to explain why the water was snow-coloured, but Rose laughingly shushed him.
"Just enjoy the view, Doctor!"
"Right, yes, sorry…" He smiled. Sitting on a beach, the most beautiful girl in the universe resting beside him – forget you ever thought that! – watching a sunset. How very ordinary. How very human.
He looked down at Rose. And how perfect.