Casual reminder that when the Doctor did this:
He thought he was kissing Rose goodbye.
In the end, it’s easier than he thought it would be.
He was nervous, at first; timelines were shifting and his atoms still settling and the taste of her kiss lingering on his lips. But that night it all becomes so simple, when they collapse in bed and he threads his leg through hers, a few stray grains of sand coarse against her soft skin.
He kisses her and brushes away phantom grains on her cheek, the ones that stuck there all those years ago when she’d choked out the words he couldn’t yet say back.
Now they flow out of him like water from a brand-new 900-year-old stone.
After that, it’s life. There are twists and turns but she’s always there; his constant, his guiding star, his beacon, his anchor. His hand to hold.
There’s lager and credentials. Denim and adventures. Nappies and broken dishes. Football matches and flat tires. Beach holidays and training wheels and paracetamol and half-marathons and wrinkle cream and graduations and always, always, her.
There’s 11 grains of sand in a tiny glass vile at the bottom of his sock drawer.
There’s one life, spent with her.
There’s all he ever wanted.
We all have such fateful objects - it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another - carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of special significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane’s heart always break.
Time won’t wait; we’re gonna leave. Somewhere we’ll find infinity.
So close that I can taste it now….
Protected from the false god.
"Then we could be dancing
No more missing you while I’m gone”
AU - Nine and Rose wallsex