Chapter 6- First Date

I twirled and shrugged my shoulders, "What do you think?" He just stood there, staring at me, "Doctor?"

He shook his head and kept staring at me, "Right. Yes. Sorry. Hello."

"You okay?"

He looked up at me, "Oh, yes, fine..."I tilted my head to the side, "What?"

"You just seem like you're missing something," I shrugged as I walked over to him. I was caught off guard as he, suddenly took my glasses off my face, "What are you doing?"

"Close your eyes..."

"Why?"

"Just do it..."

"Okay..." I did as he said, "Your eyes..." He ran his fingertips underneath my right eye, softly, "Your eyes look like stars..."

I blushed a little, "Stars?"

"It's incredible..."

"Thanks..." He put my glasses back on my face and I realized something... "I know what you're missing, Doctor."

"What?"

"Your glasses..."

"I'm not missing them..." He pulled them out of his pocket, inside the suit jacket, "They're right here..."

"That's not what I mean... hand 'em over," he gave me his glasses and I put them on him, "There we go... now you look even more handsome!"

"You really think so?"

"Mmm-hmm..." I nodded.

He smiled, "Thank you..."

He flipped a few more switches and I sat down on the grating, away from him, my arms around my knees, my chin on my knees. All the flirting he's been doing and 'your eyes look like stars' is all I get? I knew I wasn't as beautiful as he made me seem... He just wants to give back a kiss he had to steal, because I still had some Time Vortex in me. Like paying off a debt... Maybe I should just stay home, after tonight. Oh, Noelle... stop beating yourself up! It's not that big of a deal... but I thought he was different. I ran my right hand across my exposed chest, slowly, something I do when I'm feeling insecure, or nervous. I sighed, deeply, and The Doctor came over and held his hand out to me, smiling. I smiled and took his hand, he helped me up.

He held his arm out to me and smiled, "Ready to go?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yes..."

We left the TARDIS and he locked it like a car, making me laugh. I didn't think he actually did that! I looked around and saw that we were in a very tiny space, like a closet. My heart sped up when I realized how tightly we were pressed together. The full length of his body was pressed against mine and I felt that same heat shoot down and settle in my navel, like when he licked me. I blushed as he tried to move, and my chest pressed against his more.

"I-um..." He gulped, "Here..."

He turned on his Sonic and we fell as something moved. I fell onto my back, The Doctor falling onto of me, and exclaimed as we hit a solid surface. I groaned as I held the back of my head and I felt myself being sat up. My head was tilted back and I opened my eyes to see The Doctor pushing my bangs away from my face. I could feel the pounding in the back of my head from where my head smacked against the floor.

"Noelle, are you alright?" He asked, concerned.

I nodded as I tried to sit up, "Just smacked my head against the floor."

"Do you need anything for it?"

I shook my head, "No... but thank you for caring."

He didn't respond, just fixed a piece of my hair as he gave me a small smile. He ran his fingers across my cheek as he, slowly, pulled his hand away. I blushed as he kept smiling and kept eye contact with me. He seemed like he was so... I don't know, but he looks at me with so much adoration and, possibly, love. Like I'm the most beautiful thing in this Universe... He helped me stand up, then he brought his left hand back up to my face, tucking my bangs behind my ear, then caressing my cheek. His eyes darkened as his eyes followed his hand's path from my cheek, down the side of my neck, and across my shoulder. I silently wished that his hand would move down to my chest, but he ran it down my arm and took my hand in his. He lead me down the hallway that we were in and broke eye contact. Still no comment on how I look...

"So," I started, "where are we, Doctor?"

"Venice," he answered.

"Wait... Romeo and Juliet, city of Venice?"

"Yep..."

I smiled and held onto his arm tighter as we walked down the hallway of, what looked like, a hotel. We must've been in a janitors' closet, earlier. We got to a restaurant, that was inside the hotel, and he flashed his Psychic Paper at the hostess and she nodded, smiling. That got me curious as to what was on the paper... We were seated at a table on the balcony, and I enjoyed the view of the city. We were given our menus and I got a raspberry iced tea, The Doctor just had water. Before I got a chance to look, The Doctor swiped my menu from me.

"Hey!" I reacted, with a slight whine.

"I already know what to get," he smiled, "We're sharing, and I know you'll love it!"

I looked at him, skeptically, "I better..."

"You will... Now," he leaned forward, elbows on the table, "tell me everything about. What's your favorite fruit? How long have you been wearing glasses? What do you do when you're home alone, without Rodney? Do you wear converse all the time, too? Is that your natural hair, curly?"

"Whoa, whoa," I put up my hands to stop him, "at least give me chance to answer, Doctor."

"Right, sorry..."

"It's okay... just do one at a time."

"Alright... favorite fruit?"

"Pineapple..."

"How long have you been wearing glasses?"

"Five years..."

"What do you do when you're home alone?"

"Um... Listen to music, sing, draw, write..." I blushed, "watch Doctor Who, regeneration 10, episodes and Casanova, with David Tennant." He gave me a little giggle as he ran his tongue over his upper teeth and grinned. I blushed harder, and his actions made me wet, again, "Shut up..."

"Do you like converse, too?"

"Of course, it's my favorite shoe!"

"Is your hair naturally curly, like that?"

"Yep..."

The waitress came and The Doctor ordered our meal. For some reason, I could hear him speak French instead of English. Wasn't the TARDIS supposed to translate for me? Oh, well... the way the language rolls off his tongue is so sexy. He looked at me, then smiled and said something to the waitress. She smiled and nodded, then set our drinks on the table before leaving us. The Doctor smiled at me and I gave him a skeptical look as I took a drink of my raspberry iced tea.

I set my glass back down, "What did you say to her?"

"Don't worry about it," he smiled.

"Why couldn't I understand you?"

"I did it... on purpose, of course."

I rolled my eyes, "I know that, Doctor..." I smiled, "You're too much..."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"In this sense, yes..."

"That's good..." He smiled, "Now, back to questions..." I rolled my eyes, "Have you ever dyed your hair?"

"No, but I've highlighted it..."

"Why'd you stop?"

"I did it when I was in the summer between 7th and 8th grade, and I was the only one that did it, then. But, a couple months after I got back to school, all the preppy girls started getting highlights. I didn't feel like it was my own thing anymore, and I wanted to be unique. So, I stopped and let my hair grow back out. It was only to my shoulders, then... but I grew it out, as you can see."

"I do see that..." The waitress came back with a basket, "Ah, here we go!"

She set the basket on the table and I inhaled. They smelled delicious!

"What are they?" I asked him.

"Gougères bourguignones, or, as you Americans call them, cheese puffs." He took one out of the basket, "Open..."

I leaned forward and opened my mouth, like he told me. He put the puff against my bottom lip and I took a bite. I moaned and closed my eyes as I tasted the sweet bread and cheese filling on my tongue. I opened my eyes and he put the puff against my bottom lip, again. This time, I took the whole puff in my mouth, along with the tip of his index finger. A blush spread across his cheeks as I sucked on his finger, then pulled away, my tongue flicking across his finger once more. I finished chewing the puff, then took a drink of my raspberry iced tea.

I smiled at him, "That was delicious..."

The blush got darker on his face and he gulped, "Y-yes, good... very good."

I smirked, but inside I was upset. I thought that would've been enough to get him to say it. I guess not... I can only hope that he might say it later in the evening. For dinner, we had Boeuf Bourguignon, Bouillabaisse, and, for dessert, Creme Brûlée. He took me for a walk around the city, our arms intertwined.

"So..." He started, "the 10th regeneration is your favorite?"

I blushed and nuzzled his arm, "Yeah..."

"Guess that's a plus for me, huh?"

"In what way?" I looked up at him.

He stopped walking, turned to face me, and cupped my left cheek as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "'Cause now I can do this and get the full reaction..."

I didn't realize what he had meant until he brushed my hair away from my neck. He leaned in and licked the side of my neck, making me let out a soft moan.

He kissed where he licked, up to my ear, and whispered, "More, later..."

Damn him...

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. I have other things going on, at the moment. Review? :3