Things return to our previous definition of normal.

Ok, there is one minor alteration in that I am now spending every night, or at least part of the night, in the Doctor's bed.

Oh, and the TARDIS is refusing to land anywhere with humans.

This is hilarious.

My companion doesn't think so.

'Come on, girl,' he pets the console while I snigger at him. 'It'll be fine.'

'Don't lie to the TARDIS,' I mock scold him.

'Don't encourage her!' he points an accusing finger at me.

'Come on, Dad,' Jenny laughs, 'there are plenty of other places we can go!'

Jenny took my crazed massacre surprisingly well and just made her own way back onto the TARDIS while I was busy and didn't do anything the next day other than hug her father tightly. She did also stare at the rather prominent bite mark on my neck but she's very obviously happy with the development. She hasn't brought her cat friend with us.

'I know there are,' the Doctor sighs. 'But I like humans.'

He goes into a sulk at this point and disappears into the TARDIS.

'He loves you,' she beams at me and I feel myself freeze.

'No,' I shake my head, 'no, he doesn't.'

'But…' she looks confused and I'm reminded how young she actually is.

'It's ok,' I tell her quickly. 'What we have is what I wanted.'

I know he loves me, but he loves a lot of things. He doesn't feel the same about me as I do about him.

His world would not be over if I died.

Our arrangement is… peculiar. And not quite defined. I sleep in his bed and we kiss but we have gone no further since that first night nearly two weeks ago now.

Of course his truly spectacular reaction that first morning nearly meant we didn't even get to have what we have:

Still affected by the afterglow but alone now the Doctor has fallen asleep I get up to shower and have breakfast. Jenny contacted us mentally several hours ago to assure us she was back onboard but she's sleeping too, now, so I'll be alone.

I eat then wander to the console room. There's an angry mob outside the TARDIS but they don't seem to understand what the TARDIS is so they are not directing their anger here.

'Hey,' I look up and smile at the Doctor as he joins me. He's fully dressed while I'm only in my sleeping trousers and I smile a little wider as his gaze travels over me.

'Hello,' I greet him.

'We're...' he hesitates. 'No regrets?'

I cross my arms over my chest to disguise my flinch. His eyes widen and he steps right up to me. I recoil a little as he touches my arm,

'Master,' he sounds a little desperate. 'I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean it was a one time thing if you… You liked it?'

I've never been so happy.

I give a single nod without changing my facial expression or uncrossing my arms.

He beams at me, undeterred,

'So, we're a thing now?'

I relax my posture a little,

'A thing Doctor?'

'Which term would you prefer?' he turns teasing. 'We're boyfriends, a couple, lovers…?'

I sneer at him and he grins at me.

He returns to the console room a few hours after his sulky exit in renewed humour.

His smile does stutter into hunger when he sees that in the course of some maintenance I've stripped off my shirt.

His gaze is fixed on my collarbone where he has made it some sort of personal mission to ensure I have a permanent bruise.

I can't say that I mind.

I smirk cockily,

'You like?'

'Such a desire to mark you…' he crosses the distance between us. A gentle finger tips my head back so he can get more light on his work. The kiss he presses there is feather-light and I hum in pleasure.

His hand slips across my jaw to pet the hair at the back of my neck as he presses an equally gentle kiss to my lips,

'Hello.'

'Hello,' I smile at him.

He grins then leans his hip against the console and puts his hands in his pockets as he looks me over. It's a little more arousing than it has any right to be.

I hook my thumbs into my waistband as I lean facing him which drops my trousers an inch or so. I watch him swallow and fight to tear his eyes away.

He gives me a half-hearted glare when he manages to look up,

'Really?'

I snort at him,

'You have an excessive amount of power over me; this is only fair.'

'Oh,' he rolls his eyes in a very human gesture, 'because I've shown I can take or leave you. Not obsessed at all.'

I shrug,

'Whatever else this is, it is a competition. Everything between us is, even if we don't care who wins.'

'You'd have thought we'd have grown up by now,' he comments quietly as he gives in to temptation and runs a thumb across the freshly exposed skin.

'I win,' I murmur.

He looks up with a slight grin,

'I'm alright with that.'