Disclaimer: BBC, Kudos; they own it all.
Warnings: *Spoilers for S7 through to S9. Meandering through S9 territory right about now. Vague spoilers.
A/N: Morning-afters bring a special sort of clarity.
They lay awake in her bed as dawn stole in through the slats. In the fingers of light, she could make out the blue blurred lines of Blake etched on his chest.
This was a mistake - she could feel the unease stir in the back of her mind. This couldn't possibly end well.
But then he turned to face her, eyes dark and searching, and she remembered why she had more than welcomed this, welcomed him, into her life.
They might be searching for the same thing, after all.
