A couple of months later…
The midday sun was up and shining, creating a nice contrast between the blue sky and the reddish, iron-rich soil of the marketplace on Androzani Major. Bolts of orange fabric hung above the street between the aging white buildings to provide shade for the shoppers milling lazily below.
Donna and Lee walked slowly, Lee mostly gazing up to admire the planet's three red moons, and Donna searching the stands for a particular fabric she'd been looking for that was supposed to be impossible to get muddy.
"I don't need you, you know," she informed him after a few minutes of comfortable silence, apropos of nothing. They'd been stopped for a little while so she could take a closer look at some interesting beads, but now they were moving down the promenade again. She adjusted her shirt collar a little to hide the dark red hickey where her shoulder met her neck, but didn't quite manage to cover it.
Lee nodded happily, still taking in the view of the hills against the moons. "Course you don't," he agreed without looking.
"Just 'cos you're bloody gorgeous, doesn't mean I'd be a clingy mess without you," she continued. "I'd be fine. I'm not growing old alone, or nuthin'. I've got friends, I've got a purpose. I'm going places." His clothes were still strewn all over her bedroom from that morning, and she had sort of thrown herself at him and snogged his brains out the night before when he cooked pasta pomodori for her in the TARDIS kitchen, but it was time to re-establish some boundaries.
"Naturally," he said, perfectly at peace with the universe.
"I saved the universes, once. Not universe, universes. I'm good on my own."
"I know."
"It's you and your bloody 51st century pheromones, is what it is!"
He pulled her over by the hand he'd been holding their entire walk and stemmed the stream of assertions with a deep kiss. She made an affronted little noise, but then melted into it. This one could work. This one was gonna be perfect.
"When are we going to have the wedding?" he asked, breaking away so they could walk again.
"Oh, I thought July."
The End.
I'm sorry, Shaun. You seemed like a nice guy in the show. Best of luck with your millions of lottery pounds.
-Verity