Hold Me Close
Title: Hold Me Close
Author: flash_of_ginger
Rating: G
Prompt Word: Anywhere
Author’s Note: Response to Weekly Drabble Challenge #27 at doctor_donna
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
A/N 2: Again, not part of my series.
Donna sat down on the bed, frowning, as she watched him strip off the torn shirt from his body, gasping when she saw the deep purple bruise.
His dark eyes met her blue ones, "I'm okay, it looks a lot worse then it feels, I promise." He told her softly.
The raise of her brow obviously meant that she didn't believe him.
She curled her finger, beckoning him to her, and he obeyed without question, standing before he bit his bottom lip as her hands came up and grasped his trouser clad hips. Her fingers conformed to the slender from of his body, letting the fingers on her left hand roam upwards toward his injury. He had saved her life mere hours before, which wasn't unlikely, but the few minutes he had been unconscious had been the longest she had ever gone through.
Donna felt much better when they had stepped into the TARDIS, realizing that they were home and safe.
She glanced up into his eyes before her lips pressed gently to his skin, hearing his breath catch; yet she continued to place kiss after kiss avoiding the large purple patch that she knew he could heal in a few minutes, although the memories of today would certainly last a bit longer then that.
The Doctor reached down and took her into his arms his hands coming up to frame the sides of her face, "I love you." He told her softly before kissing her.
"I love you," She whispered as she leaned her forehead against his, "more then anything."
She kissed his cheek, "I'm going to make some supper and then we'll relax this evening, sound good?"
He nodded slowly as he lowered his hands to his side, "I'll be there in a moment."
Donna stroked the side of his face with the back of her fingers, "Take your time." She whispered before leaving, closing the door quietly behind her.
The Doctor stood in the empty room, the scent of lavender and sweat lingered long after she left. He moved to remove the rest of his clothes, his muscles ached and with each twist or turn he made it reminded him how close he came to losing her, if he hadn't chosen that right moment to act, the life he had created with Donna would have been gone forever.
There was something about her that differed from all the other past companions, he loved her like no other and wanted nothing more then to spend the rest of her life with her. If he could, he would live the normal domestic life or try to anyway, he would do anything for her; go anywhere she asked him to go.
He walked over to the chair where he had draped his jacket and reached into his pocket, he found the box on his third try and he opened the lid to look at the ring. The diamond winked at him and he knew what he had to do.
He wanted the moment to be perfect and knew that tonight was the night.