❝ starlight ❞
“Losing track Of time & space With you.”
(This long story has migrated from twitter, and this was the final reply.)
It had been quite a day, and they needed some time to relax together. Cuddles and sweets, she said. That was all she wanted after a hot shower and warm clothes. He could deny her nothing. Not that she needed to say a word, anyway. Their connection was enough these days. He always felt her thoughts.
Kitchen 6 was a comfort. Soft music was playing for them, in the background, helping them to relax. Of course, he noticed her eyes on him but did his best not to get distracted. She was always distracting him. Her and her wonderful otherness was such a problem.
"There you go," he mumbled, sliding a cup of tea towards her. He sipped at his own afterward, fingers finding hers. A thumb brushed along her wedding band, and he sighed softly.
"This was a good idea," he confessed, chuckling at their behavior earlier in the day. He ached in the best way. Seeing her in his clothes always brought him a rush of affection and amusement as well, the way the clothing swamped her, and his head tilted as he looked her over. "You wore me out earlier, Clara. Or I wore you out. I dunno. Hard to explain, seeing as we switched bodies. But there's no denying it."
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