The Doctor’s hazel eyes slide over to him, watching as his lips move from the crook of her elbow to her wrist. She allows a thumb to trace the seam of his lips and smiles.
“You romantic sap… Who would’ve guessed you’d be such a softy?”
The ingenious intergalactic criminal, the beast with fate impaled on its teeth, with death clenched in its jaws, defined from childhood by an act of murder not even his own … looks up now from his kisses with the softest yet smuggest expression.
“ … shut up. It’s your fault entirely.I can’t look at you and even muster a good dose of rage. You’ve taken my reputation and bloody C4′ed it. Why don’t you just sod off with your beauty, brains and vivacity, or have my baby already? Oh wait.”
Icarus 