AN:2.6.13: Moving this into the Trust Vault

One Night

AN: Sorry, was listening to some soothing music by Benise and got this idea stuck in my head. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Doctor Who. They belong to JK Rowling and the various Executive Producers of the show/series.

Warning: implied male pairing, fluffy one shot...

Spanish Kiss

Harry watched from his patio table as several people danced in front of the live performance band in the elegant new restaurant. A thin smile broke over his face as he watched the patrons. It was nice to know that the cost of the performers was at least worth paying for. It was his first time opening a restaurant, after all. He set down his glass of water and leaned back in his chair, observing the scene.

"Excuse me, may I have this dance?" a light tap to his shoulder interrupted his brooding. Harry turned to look at the man who had asked, his smile widening as he caught a glimpse of familiar pinstripe.

"I suppose," He stood and took the man's hand lightly.

The man led him to the dancers and slowly spun him until they were facing. The music was delicate and intoxicating. It suited them.

"I didn't think you'd come back," Harry whispered when they got close, his lips almost touching the man's neck. The laugh that replied was husky and made him shiver.

"Always," Deep brown eyes full of warmth stayed steadily glued to Harry's green. Harry was spun out and he slipped out of their dance and pulled away. His hips swaying lightly as he danced his way out of the group of dancers, eyes watching the slow progression of his partner, who followed him willingly.

"Universe saved already?" His voice was low, but he knew the man would hear him.

"Never," was the laughing reply. Harry spun on his heels and worked his way through the tables, heading towards the parking lot. The man would follow.

"Harry?" The man placed a questioning hand to his forearm. Harry turned to look up at him.

"Why did you come back, Doctor?" His gaze never left the deliciously soothing comfort of those rich brown eyes. The man did not answer. The music filtered in slowly between them as Harry imagined all the words he knew they would and would never speak. He closed his eyes and waited. Always he waited. And it felt like spinning. Spinning and falling, faster and faster in a never ending dancing rhythm that reached it's crescendo when those few words finally answered.

"For you," His eyes snapped open as tender lips brushed lightly over his mouth. He wrapped his arms around the Doctor's neck and pulled him deeper. Too long. It had been far too long.

"How long have I been gone?" The Doctor asked when he pulled away.

"A thousand years, give or take a month," Harry replied breathlessly.

The Doctor laughed fondly, breathing in the scent of Harry's shampoo. He held on to the little wizard who refused to let him go.

"You know," The Doctor spoke up quietly, "You're my favorite anomaly,"

The human in his arms shuddered with laughter.

"I know," Was the soft reply.

AN:...This didn't actually go in the direction I was thinking about. And it's a lot shorter than I'm used to... but, I hope you like it. For all it's shortness. Might continue if I get more ideas for this crossover/pairing. See you next time!