This was partially inspired by a conversation I recently had with tinyconfusion so this is dedicated to her. There is some mildly suggestive (teen rated) content.
The Doctor reached into the left pocket of his suit, poking his tongue out as he tried to find the object he wanted.
“If you want to scarper off to work on the TARDIS, Doctor, I’m sure Jake and Richard won’t mind. You’ve already sat through their ceremony and all that. No reason you’ve got to deal with the reception too.”
“Ha! Got it!” The Doctor grinned, pulling out a long, rectangular shaped flat box, wrapped in red and purple floral paper and adorned with bows. “Hold on, don’t you want me there?”
“Of course I do,” Rose said.
Breathing out a contented sigh, he grabbed her hand and smiled when he felt the cool metal of her wedding band brush against his knuckles.
“Well, that’s sorted then. I’ll stay.”
Rose let go of his hand, averting her eyes and alternately fidgeting with her earring and biting her thumbnail.
Never a good sign, that.
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