A/N: this is the doctor thinking about an OC. If you didn't know. Um I
think I will write more on this I have a page I have written in class and I
think that it might turn out to be a good story.
He watched her sleeping face and brushed a strand of her silky hair with his long thin finger. He watched her serene face and wondered why he was even here. He's met countless women over the span of his adventures, some of them he had taken the time to know better than the rest but out of those few there was only a minute amount of women that would make him look twice at them and wonder.
What was it that made him want to know those women? What was that quality that sparked the flame inside his heart. He chuckled at his own joke and quickly quelled it when he felt her stir. But what was it. He thought seriously. What had he seen in her that made him want to feel her hair get close enough to dance with her or even let her cry on his shoulder.
Yes she had cried on his shoulder and even after she had finished he had held her, felt her body shake from exhaustion. He sang to her softly cooing a song from his childhood that had so often filled him with comfort.
She had fallen asleep eventually and he laid his arm upon her shoulders gently draping it upon their soft even skin. He inhaled lightly the sent of her hair. It was appealing to his senses and he found himself dipping his nose into her long tresses to get more.
He lifted his hand to stroke her cheek and he lips curled into a slight smile. He himself felt his lips twist into his trademark grin but quickly let them settle as he drifted into a night of peaceful sleep, something he had not had the pleasure of enjoying for so long.
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He watched her sleeping face and brushed a strand of her silky hair with his long thin finger. He watched her serene face and wondered why he was even here. He's met countless women over the span of his adventures, some of them he had taken the time to know better than the rest but out of those few there was only a minute amount of women that would make him look twice at them and wonder.
What was it that made him want to know those women? What was that quality that sparked the flame inside his heart. He chuckled at his own joke and quickly quelled it when he felt her stir. But what was it. He thought seriously. What had he seen in her that made him want to feel her hair get close enough to dance with her or even let her cry on his shoulder.
Yes she had cried on his shoulder and even after she had finished he had held her, felt her body shake from exhaustion. He sang to her softly cooing a song from his childhood that had so often filled him with comfort.
She had fallen asleep eventually and he laid his arm upon her shoulders gently draping it upon their soft even skin. He inhaled lightly the sent of her hair. It was appealing to his senses and he found himself dipping his nose into her long tresses to get more.
He lifted his hand to stroke her cheek and he lips curled into a slight smile. He himself felt his lips twist into his trademark grin but quickly let them settle as he drifted into a night of peaceful sleep, something he had not had the pleasure of enjoying for so long.
Thank you plz review.