Siesta

by Mme_de_Pompadour [Reviews - 6]

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  • All Ages
  • None
  • Het, Romance

Author's Notes:
Beta'd by the ever kind develish1...

Auntie Beeb owns the playground. I just play in the sandbox from time to time.

How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then to rest afterward. ~ Spanish Proverb

His eyes are blue, like the Alboran Sea. Their corners crinkle as he stares at the sun-drenched water. He sits in the shade of a stunted, low-spreading oak that clings with gnarled roots to the dappled beach.

He seems unaware of her approach. Knowing him, she doubts it but she clings, like the oak, to the illusion. The sand is warm beneath her feet, then under her knees as she kneels beside him.

For this one day, he has foregone the leather and traded dark wool for white linen. Black denim is rolled up well above his ankles and his long toes are lightly kneading the crystalline grains, and she can feel an echo of his fingers caressing her skin, and she breathes... in... out...

Without looking, he puts his arm around her, gathers her to his side, guides her golden head to his chest. Together they stretch out on the sand and surrender... to the sound of the waves, the warmth of the sun, the quiet joy of being...

The Doctor and his Rose.